Spontaneous Combustion - Installment V - The Setup and the Return of the Spark
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Rhino

Spontaneous Combustion - Installment V - The Setup and the Return of the Spark

Setup

Author's Note: Andrew plans changes at work while Karen tries to decide how to handle a possible reunion with Ron. Things get involved and produce some spectacular sex. Read on, enjoy, vote, and comment. Your feedback is important.

--Rhino

Setup

The next day Andrew helped get the kids ready, but took off for work early. He arrived enough in advance of others so he expected to be the first one there. He was surprised, then, to discover that Brenda Baker was already there.

"Morning, Brenda. You're here early. Is everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine, Mr. Mason. I'm looking forward to today."

"Me, too, Brenda. And, please call me Andrew." (And not ‘Andy' he thought.)

"I don't think that would be a good idea at work, Mr. Mason. Perhaps in another setting."

"Okay," Andrew shrugged and headed for his office. Andrew analyzed her appearance all the way back to his office. He noticed that Brenda had dressed more, well, sensually. Not suggestively, but she had selected a flowing red dress with care. It had a form-fitting top and a professional jacket. When the jacket fell open, Andrew noticed full breasts pressing against the thin, blousy material and a scarf wrapped around her neck and stuffed into her blouse. Her figure was more apparent than she normally displayed. Her make-up was tastefully applied and highlighted her eyes, even though they were hidden behind her glasses. This would be an interesting day, Andrew concluded as he settled into his office and booted his laptop.

The morning went fast enough. Caroline arrived at her usual time and brought in messages from yesterday. She was in and out much of the morning, updating calendars, taking notes, and delivering messages for Andrew. After several visits, however, Andrew noticed that she kept looking at him, especially when leaving. She seemed to delay her exit, as if trying to make up her mind about something, and then she would leave.

Finally, late in the morning when Caroline delivered some mail, he stopped working on the laptop and watched her as she organized the mail. He listened as she explained the different groups, nodding his understanding as she prattled about. Then, when she started to leave but hesitated before exiting, Andrew spoke, "Caroline, do you have something on your mind?"

"Well, uh, yes, Mr. Mason, I guess I do," she replied demurely. Her eyes dropped, and refocused on Andrew.

"Go ahead, tell me what's on your mind."

"Mr. Mason, do you like me?"

Andrew sat back, surprised at the question. "Of course, Caroline, I like you. I brought you with me to this floor, didn't I? What would make you ask such a question?"

"Well, uh, I, uh, I didn't mean do you like my work. That's why you moved me to this job. I mean, do you like me personally? Do you think ... do you think I'm attractive?"

Now Andrew was alarmed. This was not going in a healthy direction. He would be treading on thin ice here and thought it might be wise to involve Bill Blankenship of Human Resources in this conversation if it went the way Andrew was afraid it was going. "Caroline, Caroline. You are very attractive. You are also engaged to be married. Yes, I like you personally. You are efficient and effective. Wait, those are work attributes. You have a clever sense of humor, you laugh at my awful jokes, and you keep me informed about things that are going on. What's not to like about you?"

"I don't know, it's just that ..." Mercifully, the phone rang which required Caroline to go answer it. Andrew stood and walked to the door of his office. Caroline returned momentarily and delivered a message slip to Andrew.

"Caroline," Andrew said as he glanced at the message. "We need to continue this conversation a little later, but I want to continue it. Right now I have a luncheon meeting to attend."

"Yes, I know," Caroline responded, her head tilted upward in a pouty position. "With Brenda Baker. At the penthouse. She told me."

Andrew wanted to ask what Brenda told her, but Caroline turned on her heels and headed down the corridor toward the ladies room. Andrew had to leave before she returned, but the thought that ‘this was trouble' remained with him as he drove to the penthouse location.

He arrived, took the elevator to the penthouse floor and used the passkey to enter. Almost immediately he realized that he was not alone. He saw Brenda's jacket folded neatly over the back of one of the living room chairs. Andrew headed toward the kitchen and saw the table already set for three places.

Brenda emerged from the shadows in the den by the fireplace. She moved gracefully toward him, her hips swaying more prominently than usual because of the high-heeled pumps she wore. "Hello, Andrew." She said in her softest, most pleasant voice. "Thank you for granting me this, well, this opportunity."

Andrew noticed that she had removed the scarves from their perch around her neck. Somehow they were attached to her blouse, and they flowed behind her and down her arms as she moved. She had also unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse, allowing tantalizing cleavage to show. He replied, "Certainly, Brenda. Oscar briefed me on your request and updated me some on your situation. I invited him here to participate. I hope you don't mind."

Clearly she did, but she replied, "No, that will be fine."

"I have a lot of questions," Andrew said. He took a step toward her.

"I'm sure you do," Brenda replied taking a step toward him.

Andrew held out his right hand toward her. Brenda put her left on his hand and let him guide her toward the dining area. Andrew noticed the diamond ring and the wedding band on her ring finger. He touched them with his fingers to subtly let her know. "Did you order the meal?" Andrew asked.

"No. I could have, but I didn't. I wasn't sure what you had in mind. I'm sure that Oscar, Mr. Chesterfield, ordered it. He often does when he's entertaining."

"You'll have to show me how to do that." Andrew said as he lifted a lid on the soup container. "Oh, and I think we all can be on a first name basis here, Brenda."

"I'd be glad to show you how to order meals and service if it's required, Andrew," Brenda replied. "I can also do it for you any time you need it done." She pointed out the salad, the steamed vegetables, and the meat selection. "I'm guessing dessert is in the refrigerator," she added.

Chesterfield arrived and the three of them filled their plates and settled down to lunch. At first the conversation was light, and focused on the business. Chesterfield commented that the morning rushes showed sales gaining on budget. He reminded Andrew that GHI and Ron Griffith would likely be the difference in making budget or not. Andrew understood that he was hinting at the signing bonus as well. When Chesterfield asked about Andrew's plans for the Griffith visit, Andrew told him that they were coming along, and that a backup plan was in place. He also expressed misgivings about whether this would even work.

Brenda ate in silence as the two discussed the strategy, but she knew what they were talking about.

Finally, Andrew turned his attention to Brenda. "This doesn't need to be formal, Brenda. We - I - know your work record, so this isn't really an employment interview. So, you can relax and just share with us your thoughts and ideas." Andrew sipped his tea.

"I'd like that, Andrew." Brenda tried to sound convincing, but didn't quite make it. Andrew noticed.

"Well, Oscar briefed me on your situation, but I'd like to hear it from you. Tell me what you know about the Entertainment Team and don't spare any details. No need to sugar coat it. Just tell me from your perspective what it's all about."

"Well, um, I know that it was formed some six years back to entertain key customers and help them decide to send business our way. The escort service we sometimes use had been providing entertainment before the team was formed. I'm not sure whose idea it was, but it caught on fast and several of your team members volunteered early."

"You knew these team members before they came on board?" Andrew was curious.

"Most of them. I knew Kelli from work of course. I knew that Stacy worked here, but didn't know her very well until she started participating on the team. I knew Oscar's niece, Janice Wheeler from some social functions we both attended. I had met Shelley Kirby at a company picnic and knew her husband, Martin who's also an employee here. I didn't meet Lisa McAlister until Bill Blankenship introduced her as a team member. And Stacy brought Susan Dayton onto the team. I forget when I first met her, but she was already part of the team by then."

Andrew wiped his lips. "And how did you feel about this project, this team, and their activities?"

Brenda cleared her throat and looked at Andrew thoughtfully. She glanced over at Oscar who gave no indication about what to do. "I didn't like it at first. I didn't think it would work, and I thought it diminished our company image with our customers. As it rolled out, the sales numbers increased and the executive team was crediting this program with the company's success."

"But you didn't buy it. You thought the success was something else - the economy or something."

"True, but the orders kept coming in at higher levels, so I didn't know what to think. Gradually I got over my inhibitions and began to accept what they were doing as just business." Brenda sat down her fork.

"I see," Andrew said. "And how did you feel about the girls, individually?"

Brenda blanched but decided to be forthright. "At first I just thought of them as sluts, willing to spread their legs for financial gain. Then, as I came to know them, Kelli especially, I understood that they were just trying to survive and this seemed to be a way for them to get ahead. Besides, they looked at it as just recreational sex, at least that's what they told me. So, I came to understand that they really were nice girls and this was just business for them. We've all become friends."

They finished their meal and decided to wait on dessert. Andrew helped Brenda move the dishes to the sink. They rinsed them and loaded the dishwasher. Brenda was surprised and pleased at Andrew's help and accepted his explanation that he did this at home, so he knew what he was doing. It made him more human in Brenda's eyes, less managerial.

Andrew suggested that they move to the living area where they could be comfortable on the couch and stuffed chairs and enjoy the northern view. Chesterfield moved over there and selected his favorite chair. Brenda stopped by the vestibule before going to the living room area. Andrew watched as she punched a code into the keypad there. "What did you do there?" he asked when she rejoined him.

"I coded the lock for privacy. Now no one can come in on us unannounced," she said modestly.

"I see. How does that work?" Andrew was curious and was learning something new and helpful.

"The system is set up for access by anyone with a passkey, but can be coded for privacy. When that occurs, only a keycard with override can open the door."

"And who has those override cards?"

"Well, until yesterday, only Oscar, me, and you. But yesterday afternoon, Oscar requested that we take the override code off of his. So now, only you and I have override access. Oh, of course the building manager or concierge would be able to override in case of an emergency, but they would have to override through the external pad which is locked behind a panel door and only a building key unlocks the panel."

"So, now we have privacy."

Brenda smiled and said softly, "Yes, now we can get naked." She joined Oscar in the living room, selecting the couch. Andrew shook his head and smiled at her comment. He followed her into the room, admiring her gentle sway. He selected a chair facing the couch, his back to the window with the view.

Andrew picked up the conversation. "Let's see, you said you became friends with the team members. How did you feel about them having sex with the various members of the executive committee?"

Brenda flinched again at another hard question. "I disapproved, of course. The executive committee members were all married and I didn't feel it was proper for them to be sleeping around. Kelli helped me though that when she explained that they were protecting the company by making sure the services were ‘adequate' I think she called them. Anyway, the purpose was to make sure the customer would be satisfied, similar to our research and testing function for the product."

"But again, you didn't buy it." Andrew was probing.

"No, truthfully, I didn't. After all, sex is pretty straight forward. And most men will think those services are adequate no matter how they are provided. But eventually it seemed that no harm was being done and I just accepted it as being part of the program."

Andrew smiled. He noted that her dress, which fell to just below the knees when she was standing, now rested just above her knees. He paid attention to that development when she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, affording him a very brief up-skirt view. He couldn't decide if it was intentional or not. "So, Brenda, you really don't need the money like the other team members, do you?"

Brenda blushed prettily. She was obviously reluctant to go this direction. "You know, money is always nice, but no, I'm not interested in the team because of the money." She hesitated.

Andrew waited, and then leaned forward to ask the question. "So, exactly why do you want to join the entertainment team, and why now?"

Brenda cleared her throat and wished that she had a drink, maybe even a stiff one. "You know that my husband had a stroke almost four years ago." Andrew nodded. "Well, since that time, I have been without sex. At first it didn't seem like a big deal. I was focused on taking care of my husband, Max, and expected him to get better. Then the doctors told me that he wouldn't get better. Do you mind if I get something to drink?"

Oscar got up. "I'll get it for you. Do you want a soft drink or something stiffer?"

"Brandy would be nice."

"Okay, brandy it is. I'll be right back."

Brenda focused her attention on Andrew and resumed her story. "About two years ago, our son brought home some of his friends from college. They stayed at the house during spring break and played in the pool. While they were here, one of them said I was a ‘M-I-L-F'. I didn't know what that was, and later asked my daughter, Mandy. She laughed and told me it stood for "Mother I'd Like to Fuck." I was shocked, but then I got to thinking about all the young male testosterone walking around the house and began wondering if they would really want to fuck me. That's when I first realized I was missing sex." Oscar arrived with a sniffer of brandy. Brenda accepted it gratefully and took a sip.

"I didn't act on it while they were here, of course. As soon as they returned to college, I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if those young men would be interested in me naked. I decided that I needed to be more serious about getting back in shape and started working out more regularly. Not long after that, I learned that a ‘cougar' was an older woman who preyed on younger men for sex. That concept shocked me at first, but I found myself thinking more and more about it. But I never could act on those thoughts." She paused to take another sip.

"So, when did you get the idea about joining the team?"

"About fifteen months ago, or so, you had just been discovered and were the talk of the executive team. By that time I had changed my viewpoint on the Entertainment Team and certainly on the team members. I liked them all. And when they discussed their sexual activities, it seemed they enjoyed what they were doing, and those with husbands said it didn't diminish their sex at home. More and more it seemed like a good idea and I began thinking that maybe I could do that. Then you came on the scene and were told about the Entertainment Team. I was surprised to learn that you didn't take any action to take advantage of your benefit as a team member. Several, no all of the girls commented on that and some of them wondered if you were gay."

Andrew sat back in his chair at that revelation. He'd never contemplated that anyone would think that, but he wasn't too enamored with the entertainment team idea either. And Karen fully satisfied him at home, still does. Sampling the entertainment team resources simply wasn't a priority for him. He didn't bother to explain that to Brenda and Oscar. "Go on," he said simply.

"Well, Kelli finally asked James Shaw if you were gay and he laughed, telling her ‘no way.' She then conspired with James to lure you into an encounter. She was successful and just raved about your performance. I was there when she told Jan Wheeler about her time with you and Jan decided to work out another set up to test you out. After that worked, she told Stacy and Lisa. Kelli and I were present, too. That's when I began thinking seriously about using the Entertainment Team as an opportunity for my own sexual release. I was becoming more and more frustrated and the discontent grew every time my son brought some friends home and I heard them talking about fucking me. I could never do that with his friends. If he found out, I'd be mortified. So, the Entertainment Team seemed to be the right solution." Brenda stopped and took another sip. She leaned forward to set the glass on the table in front of the couch. She showed a lot of cleavage when she did so, and uncrossed her legs in the process, providing another up-skirt flash. She didn't bother to cross her legs when she sat back.

"Whew, is it getting warm in here, or is it just me?" she asked rhetorically. She resumed her narrative, "When you made an impression on Lisa, now that got my attention, because she is the most controlling team member. She did her job and performed her services well, but remained aloof and cool toward the process. It was something she had to do to help her husband. Then you came along, rang her chimes, and suddenly, according to her, she was a wanton sex-fiend. The way she expressed it, she had always enjoyed sex and especially with her husband, but you took her enjoyment to a new level, even with her husband. That's when I decided I needed to join the team. I didn't know exactly how to go about asking. Oscar and I had been friends and in a professional relationship for decades. It was awkward for me to go to him. I knew that he had wanted to have an affair with me earlier in our careers, but I wasn't ready. It took me a while to work up the courage to go to him, knowing that he would want to be one of the first to bed me. He has meant so much to me and my family over the years, so by now I was willing to have sex with him to show my gratitude. So, I finally screwed up the courage to go talk with him. By then you were in charge of the Entertainment Team, but he said he would discuss my situation with you. Obviously he has, because we are here talking." She parted her legs ever so slightly.

Andrew crossed his legs. That had a way of helping him adjust the erection that was growing. "So, how will you feel about having sex with the other members of the executive team?"

"I've thought about that a lot lately. For some of them, it'll be about time. We've flirted over the years and I'm sure they're willing, maybe even eager. Some of the others, well, it may take some getting used to the idea, especially when you start bringing new members on board."

"And sex with customers or other outsiders - outside the company, that is?"

"I think I'll be alright with that. The girls tell me that it's sex without strings. No obligation, just an evening's enjoyment and get on with your life. I think I can handle that."

"You may have more contact with customers you've entertained than the other team members. You're job puts you in a position where you may have to handle arrangements for them. Sometimes those arrangement may involve setting them up with another team member."

Brenda blinked. "I-I can handle that," she tried unsuccessfully to sound convincing.

"I believe you can," Andrew said with more confidence than Brenda felt. He leaned forward again. "Brenda, you need to know that you don't have to do anything - to have sex with any of us - today, or at any time in the future. I understand that you may be looking for release, and that's fine. But it always must be your choice, not out of any sense of obligation. However, when you are scheduled for a customer, there's no turning back from that appointment. You have got to be willing to go all the way, as far as you can to satisfy the client and encourage the business."

Brenda gulped and nodded. "I understand," she said.

Andrew leaned back. "Actually, I have a very important role in mind for you, but first we need to clarify some things."

Brenda looked a little confused. "O-okay," she said.

Andrew glanced at Chesterfield who was following the discussion with great interest. Andrew returned his attention to Brenda and said, "I had a very strange conversation with Caroline, my administrative assistant today. She asked me if I liked her, if I thought she was attractive. Now, why would she ask me those questions?"

Brenda blanched. "I-I don't know."

"Don't know? Really? Did you have any discussion with her about me? About the Entertainment Team?"

Brenda swallowed hard. Her breathing quickened. She sensed that she was in trouble. "Uh, well, I may have had a small conversation with her."

Andrew leaned forward. "And was the topic of this small conversation the Entertainment Team, or me, or both?"

Brenda slumped on the couch. Her dress rode up her legs several inches, but she did not appear to be aware. Her eyes were frightened. She glanced at Oscar looking for help, but got none. "B-both, I guess." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"You guess? Brenda, this is serious now. I want you to tell me about your small conversation with Caroline. Does she know about the Entertainment Team and what it does?" Brenda nodded and appeared to be ready to run away. Andrew continued, "Does she know who is on the Entertainment Team?"

"N-not everyone. She wouldn't have met most of them. S-she knows about Kelli and Stacy and that there are others, but not their names." Brenda was growing more alarmed. Was she about to be fired?

"And does she know that I've been intimate with them?"

Brenda nodded in the affirmative.

"Damn," Andrew said, slapping the chair arm. Andrew looked at Brenda and brought his anger under control. "Brenda, whatever possessed you to discuss this with Caroline?" His voice softened some in an attempt to alleviate some of her concern.

"I, uh, well I," Brenda struggled for words. She reached out for her brandy glass and drained it. Her legs parted slightly more when she sat back and her dress inched a little higher. As best as Andrew could determine, those exposures were not intentional. Brenda cleared her throat and continued, "I-I suppose I felt that she needed to know. She's your assistant. I knew details about Oscar, all of our career I have known what Oscar knew. S-she could do a better job for you if she knew everything."

"No!" Andrew exclaimed firmly. "She will do a better job for me when she knows what I want her to know and she does what I want her to do. Nobody else, Brenda, nobody else needs to tell her anything, especially about something as sensitive as the Entertainment Team. Who else on the administrative staff knows about the Entertainment Team?"

"N-nobody," Brenda stammered, barely above a whisper.

"You're certain of this?" Andrew asked sharply.

Brenda nodded her response.

"I hope you're right." Andrew shifted in his seat, then leaned forward further. He could see up her dress to the top of her stockings, but he didn't focus his attention there. Instead he looked carefully into her eyes to gauge her reaction. "Brenda, I told you I have an important role in mind for you, but that we need to clarify some things. Do you remember me saying that?"

Brenda nodded, panic written all over her face.

"Let's cover the clarification first. One, you must never, ever discuss or even disclose the existence of the Entertainment Team to anyone outside the team and executive circle without my direct instruction and specific permission to do so. This means everyone. Even customers and clients are not to know that we have an organized team. I want them to think that this is just a casual favor we're doing for them. This means no one, not even Caroline, or anyone else without my specific permission and knowledge. Do you understand this?"

Brenda nodded.

"No, tell me you understand and exactly what you understand."

"I-I understand that I'm not to discuss or talk about the Entertainment Team with anyone not on the team or on the Executive Committee without your specific permission."

"Good," Andrew said. "Now tell me what Caroline is going to ask me; what she will want from me."

Brenda leaned forward and put her face in her hands. Andrew suspected she was weeping. He waited for her to regain control and respond. After a moment, Brenda spoke softly. "S-she wants to join the team, too. She will ask you to choose her as one of the new team members."

Andrew shook his head in dismay. "You told her we were recruiting?"

"Y-yes," Brenda whispered, allowing a sob to escape.

Andrew glanced at Oscar. "This is bad," he said to no one in particular. "This is not how I wanted this to happen. First of all, Brenda, Caroline is engaged to be married. She should not be involved in the activities that the team performs. Second, that changes her relationship with me from an employee-employer to a possible, no probable, intimate relationship. She's too young to handle that kind of change in relationship." Andrew shook his head. "I'll have to figure something out on this one." He paused and intentionally softened his voice to avoid being confrontational as much as possible. "Tell me one more thing, Brenda. Are you aware that we're working on a solution for the Ron Griffith visit?"

Brenda nodded, "Y-yes, sir," she said softly.

"Do you know what that solution is?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Tell me what you know."

"I know that you don't think Ron Griffith will accept a team member. I understand you are working on an alternative solution."

"With whom?"

"Y-your wife." Brenda barely got that out.

Andrew looked at Chesterfield. "Does everybody know about this strategy?" Chesterfield shrugged. Andrew returned his attention to Brenda, "I'll bet Kelli Markum said something, didn't she?"

Brenda nodded confirmation.

"Okay, here's the second understanding we need to clarify. As a preface to this understanding, let me say that you, neither of you, is to discuss Karen's involvement or potential involvement in anything remotely related to the Entertainment Team. If someone, anyone says something, you are to remain silent. If someone asks something, you are to tell them to ask me. Is that clear?"

Both Oscar and Brenda nodded.

"I have no idea whether or not Karen will actually do this or if Ron will cooperate. This could blow up in our face, and I'd rather not have a lot of people know that. On the other hand, if she goes through with it, Karen would have apoplexy if she thought anyone else knew and, worse, if they were discussing it. So, any speculation about Karen's role in anything resembling an Entertainment Team activity is to be met with stone cold silence." Andrew got confirming nods from each of them. "Okay, then the second clarification point is that you are not to discuss team plans or activities with anyone other than me or the party directly affected. You may listen to anything anyone tells you, but you cannot confirm, deny, or repeat that disclosure to anyone but me. I need you to be a resource, Brenda, not a leak. Do you understand? And don't just nod; tell me aloud what you understand."

"I understand that I can listen but tell no one except you what I hear or know. I'm to be your eyes and ears, but not your mouthpiece."

"Well said," Andrew said reassuringly. He paused. "Do you have any questions about these rules before we discuss your role?"

Brenda shook her head. "No," she said.

"Would you like a refill on your drink?"

"Yes, please, but only about half."

Chesterfield got up, retrieved her glass, and left to complete the assignment. He was extremely pleased with Andrew's command of the situation and admired how he diffused a very volatile indiscretion, making it a learning opportunity for Brenda. On the way back, while he was behind Brenda, he raised her glass to Andrew in a salute. Andrew briefly nodded to indicate his awareness of Oscar's salute. Chesterfield handed Brenda her glass and resumed his seat. Brenda took a sip and set the glass down.

"Okay," Andrew began. "First of all, as I understand it, you want to join the team primarily for the sex and the money is a secondary issue, right?"

"Well," Brenda hedged, "the money is a consideration, too."

"I see," said Andrew, grinning. So she had a mercenary side, too. "Okay, you know the basic rules of engagement. Each executive team member has the right to a complimentary sample of your services. After that a fee is negotiated, normally half the customer rate."

Brenda nodded and straightened herself up a bit, pushing her dress back down toward her knee and crossing her legs. That confirmed to Andrew that she was oblivious to her attire's adjustments.

Andrew continued, "We may not be using you as often as the others for customer situations. You are privy to company information that the others won't have access to. Consequently, you have a greater value to a customer. You should be flirty with customers as they come through the office, but not overly suggestive. When one asks about you, and they inevitably will, we will negotiate some special considerations from them in exchange for your services. Not everyone on the team will be able to select you for their clients. In fact, they will have to come to Oscar or me to gain your services. They could come to you directly, of course, but you'll need to clear their request through one of us."

Brenda smiled. "That sounds exciting," she said.

"Next, we have some organizational duties to discuss. We will be modifying the use of the team's resources. Not any huge change, just some tweaking. We will be expanding the scope of their possible clients to include vendors and suppliers. This will help us get more favorable rates, or special consideration from time to time. We are also going to provide entertainment for a very select group of local dignitaries. These may be local politicians or regulators who can help with different unforeseen situations. They also may include prominent local personages or community service leaders who can help us with our image and advance our stature. Also there may be a few beneficiaries of team services under special circumstances, like people we don't know who may be in a temporary position to help. Most of these will be fee paid just like our customers, but a few may be complimentary. We'll decide that at the highest level and figure out alternative compensation in those cases."

Brenda's interest was obviously elevated. Her cheeks were a little flushed and her chest was rising and falling with each breath. "You are really taking this to the next level and giving it some organization."

"Yes, and that's where you come in and can play a big, big role. So far the use of the team has been haphazard. One of the executives would decide a customer needs entertainment. They would line up one of the team members to provide the entertainment. Once everything was set and scheduled, the executive in question would confirm payment and process some sort of request to Barnett in finance. He would validate the request and arrange for payment. That disbursement might come from Kelli, or from the executive who initiated it, or from Barnett, or, really anybody. There is no real follow- up to determine if the entertainment is really producing results, only a feeling that sales are increasing and the overall sales report to justify that feeling. In reality, the increase in sales could be coming from other customers who are not benefiting from entertainment. So, I need a coordinator, a focal point for scheduling, authorization, and payment. It is a position of utmost responsibility, because every executive will come to you for scheduling. You'll make the selection of which team member they get, based on feedback from the individual team members concerning their availability and also considering the executive's preference. You'll have to be their contact point which means you'll function as den-mother to them, listening to their tales of triumph and their fears and concerns. You can only share those tales with Oscar and me, no one else. Finally, you will be the authorization coordinator with Barnett and will control the disbursement. "

"That sounds exciting, Mr. Mason, ‘er Andrew." Brenda was fairly hopping on the couch now. She took another sip of brandy.

"That's not all. You are aware that we are signing "Marketing Services Agreements" with the team members not on our payroll and have given substantial raises to those on the payroll to cover what we're calling a monthly retainer. We intend to make use of team members for marketing services at various trade shows and select conventions. For at least two per year, we will likely involve the whole team, including you. These will involve out of town trips covering several days. We're formalizing the agreement as "Marketing Services" to allay any spousal concerns. They will look and act as hostesses for our booth displays. But we will reserve rooms for special entertainment for select clients who visit during the event. This will require maximum scheduling and massive coordination, first of all for details on transportation and lodging at the event, then for the special entertainment during the event. You would be the main coordinator, but may get help from Kelli Markum, or perhaps Caroline Waters if I can't talk her out of this idea she has of wanting to be part of the Entertainment Team. My goodness, she's too young for that."

"She's older than Susan Dayton was when she first started," Brenda stated.

"Really? I didn't know that. Well, at least Susan has stayed single. Caroline's upcoming marriage will complicate her participation. That's why I was hoping to recruit outside the company and outside of married women. Ah, well, best laid plans and all that." Andrew looked at Brenda and smiled. She warmly returned the smile. She was obviously feeling better about the situation. "Oh, yes, there's one more thing on this coordination function." Andrew added. "We will plan a function, a social function for the total team, Entertainment Team plus Executive Group. We will hold it at least once a year here in the penthouse. Depending on the company's performance we might have as many as four functions a year. These would be spouse optional and clothing optional parties. Definitely limited to the team, no outsiders unless a spouse who is aware of the team functions and has participated wants to attend. I understand there are at least two of them and Karen may end up being a third, I don't know. Your duties, Brenda, will include scheduling, arranging, and coordinating the attendance at these functions."

"Now that sounds exciting," Brenda bubbled, and Oscar agreed. He hadn't heard that plan before.

"That about covers the position. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Mr. - uh Andrew, you've covered everything quite well. And I promise you I will be discrete. I've been that way for years with Oscar. I'm not sure why I got out of hand with this recently, and I'm terribly sorry for the trouble I've caused. Will you forgive me?" Brenda looked beautifully vulnerable.

"Of course, Brenda. You're already forgiven and the past is past. Let's take care of the future, okay?"

Brenda nodded.

"Well, then, there's one more small adjustment. Starting the first of the month you will have a new pay rate reflective of your added duties, responsibilities, and discretion." He named the figure.

Brenda was astounded, and trembled with excitement. "Oh, A-Andrew, that's wonderful. Thank you."

Andrew thought she was going to jump right out of her clothes right then and there. "With this goes a modest change in reporting. You will still report to Oscar and you do not have to withhold any information from him that he requests or you think he needs to know. You also report directly to me, and you may not withhold any information from me and should provide me with information that you think I need to know. Oscar and I will have no secrets from each other going forward. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly," Brenda said, and Oscar agreed.

"Now, is there anything else, Brenda?"

She blushed, hesitated, and then said, "Are we going to - uh - have sex, uh - make love?"

Andrew softened his voice, a trick he learned from watching Susan. "Brenda, that is entirely up to you. I will never make any personal demands in that area, and have no reason to do so. Believe it or not, I really do love my wife. I never asked for nor expected the kind of interaction I've gotten from the team. I don't feel entitled, just privileged. If you would like to think about all this and postpone anything, you are free to do so. If you want to move forward and have sex as you put it, I suggest that we give special consideration to Oscar, here. He has loved you and lusted for you for many years. If you are going to entertain one of us, it should be him, or both of us, with Oscar first. I hope you understand that this is no reflection on you or my feelings for you, just an indication of my respect for Oscar and your long-time relationship with him."

Brenda rose from the couch and started toward Andrew. Oscar arose as well, as did Andrew. When Brenda reached Andrew she put her arms around him and gave him a warm, embracing hug. She kissed him briefly on the lips, then on the cheek as she whispered in his ear, "You are a dear, considerate man. Everything they said about you is true. I would love to have Oscar first, but would like for you to be there too, to witness, and to participate when you're willing." She stepped back to check Andrew's eyes. He nodded his approval and noticed tears rimming her eyes.

Brenda unbuttoned her blouse, turning toward Oscar in the process. When that chore was completed, she tossed the blouse aside. She unfastened the dress and let it drop from her hips, then kicked it aside. She turned 360 degrees so both men could view her remarkably fit figure. She still had on a slip, but it clung to her curves like glue. Brenda flicked each thin silken shoulder strap of her slip off her shoulders and shrugged the garment off her arms, then off her breasts and down her waist until it joined the dress on the floor. She had been braless, and her abundant breasts were still reasonably firm, crowned with dark areolas, and capped with hardened nipples. Andrew stood aside as an observer, enjoying the show, but Oscar was already a participant, rapidly unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside, then working on the pants with the same sense of urgency.

Brenda stood there, her breasts bare, her waist tapered to a pleasing curve with only a hint of budge just below her belly button. She still had on her panties and a garter belt attached to her stockings. Her legs were slender and gave evidence of regular workouts. Her calves showed muscular tone, accented by the high heels she wore. She waited until Oscar caught up with her. When he stood only in his briefs, she unfastened the hose from the garter belt and removed both the belt and her panties, leaving the stockings and her heels intact. Andrew noted that her pussy was neatly trimmed and very alluring.

Brenda stepped forward and allowed Oscar to stroke her bare breasts, hidden from him all those years. He caressed them, kissed them, and slobbered over them like he had discovered a long missing treat. She reached down and tried to push his briefs off his waist, but it was a little awkward. Andrew noticed, but there was no way he was going to help with that portion of the project. Finally, Oscar backed away and dropped his drawers. "Andrew, come help me. Brenda's going to suck me off over the couch. You treat her, okay?" He walked around to the back of the couch and stood there, his erection perched high in the air. Brenda got on her knees on the couch and leaned over the back to grip Oscar's cock and draw him to her mouth.

Andrew remained fully clothed except for his shoes. He approached Brenda on the couch and tapped the inside of her knees, indicating she should spread them wider, which she did. Andrew got down on his knees and began lapping at her soaking pussy. His nose came into contact with her anus, which caused her to moan and shiver. Andrew remembered that this was her first sexual contact in some three years, so he patiently lapped at her sex, trying to reach his tongue up her slot to her clitoris. Finally he just dipped a finger in her honey pot hole and teased her clit with that digit. Oh, my, Brenda went nuts. She gobbled down Oscar's sizable dick like it was chopped beef. She whimpered, and moaned and wiggled her rear, making it difficult for Andrew to maintain consistent contact with her treasure trough.

Amazingly, Brenda's efforts on Oscar's cock were producing results. Oscar stammered, "Oh, my, B-Brenda, y-you have no idea. Oh, my. I need to fuck you now. I'm going to lose it and shoot off in your throat. B-but I want to fuck you first."

Brenda stopped sucking. "Come on around to this side and fuck me Oscar. I want you to fuck me. She flipped over and spread her legs, mounting one shoe on the table and the other on the floor, offering Oscar long-delayed access to her most precious treasure. Andrew backed away. Brenda rested her head against the back of the couch and played with her bosom. She looked at Andrew and said, "Come behind the couch and let me suck your cock. Take off your pants."

Oscar added in a panting voice. "Yeah, Andrew. Go around and let her suck your cock. I wanta watch that." Andrew removed his trousers and briefs and went around behind the couch. He rested his hip against the back of the couch which allowed Brenda to grip his cock and pull her face to his manhood. Andrew watched as Oscar lined up his probe at her trap door. She wiggled a little to settle his cockhead at her entrance. Andrew was fascinated watching his cock disappear into Brenda's throat and at the same time Oscar's cock disappeared into her desperate snatch.

Brenda whimpered around Andrew's cock while Oscar started slowly, and then picked up the pace. He began see-sawing in and out of her long abandon box. "My god, Brenda," Oscar exclaimed. "You're as tight as a virgin."

Brenda held on to Andrew's cock while she gasped at Oscar, "Oh, <pant> it's b-been such a long time. Oh, that feels so good, Oscar. That f-feels so good. Why haven't we done this before?" She returned her face to Andrew's cock and hungrily swallowed it. Andrew's hips tensed. She was good, she was effective. He couldn't believe that it had been three years since she'd done this. Oh, well, like riding a bicycle, he thought.

Soon Oscar was shooting off into Brenda's hot box. She whimpered, wanting more. She demanded that Oscar return to the back of the couch so she could see if she could resurrect his member. She sent Andrew back to the front of the couch so he could pick up where Oscar left off. Brenda got back on her knees. Andrew was reluctant to tongue her sloppy furrow so recently plowed by Oscar, even though he had done it before with Stacy and with Susan. Instead, he elected to plunge his piston into her recently fucked manhole and reach around her to tease her clit.

That worked like a charm. She went wild as he tormented her pleasure button while pumping her channel. Incredibly, she climaxed, enjoying her first orgasm in years. Andrew attributed it to the length of doing without and not his prowess as a swordsman. Brenda, however, gave him full credit for what for her was a mind-blowing experience. She sucked Oscar's cock clean and succeeded in helping him regain a bit of rigidity. Andrew kept plunging in and out of her at a steady pace until Oscar was ready to replace him. When Oscar could penetrate, Andrew withdrew and stepped aside to watch the older man invade the lively and lovely woman they were sharing.

Brenda enjoyed all the male incursions into her various receptacles and chastised herself for waiting so long to do this. Yes, she decided that she really loved to fuck and wanted to get more any time she could. She would be good to Andrew and Oscar and take good care of their Entertainment Team. She looked forward to her own participation.

Finally Oscar was fucked out. Brenda wasn't and she turned to Andrew. He rolled her over on the couch and settled between her outstretched legs. He returned his pile driver to her conduit and pounded her with all his energy, crushing her pleasure button with each slam home. Soon she was enjoying another orgasm brought about by the long-neglected stimulation of a cock in her twat and skilled manipulation of her clit. She screamed and pounded her high heels against Andrew's hamstrings. Andrew launched his own stream of spunk into her body, sucking in breath as he climaxed.

Andrew dismounted from her and returned to the chair opposite the couch, watching her as she recovered her breath. One stocking covered leg was draped over the back of the couch, and the other dropped off the couch to the floor. Several loads of semen oozed out of her freshly fucked slit and her breasts heaved with satisfaction.

"That was wonderful," she said. "I've never had two men at the same time before. It was amazing. Thank you, Oscar. Thank you, Andrew, for giving me a fantastic experience."

"Oh, this is just the beginning," Oscar said. Andrew had a feeling that Brenda was about to supplant Stacy as Oscar's favorite. It seemed only natural.

Andrew said, "I have an idea. We need to get the executive group together, all of us, to explain how things will work going forward. Ordinarily, we would do this in a meeting room at work. Why don't we bring everyone here with Brenda and explain her new role and how the Team will work going forward. When we're through with the meeting, we'll just pull a train on Brenda."

Brenda looked puzzled as she tried to avoid leaking onto the couch. "What does ‘pull a train' mean?"

Oscar chuckled, but Andrew answered. "That would be where all of us get naked and take turns at you, one or two at a time until you're satiated, or we give out. It could take several hours, depending on how long everyone can last."

"Ooh, that sounds like fun," Brenda squealed. "When can we do it?"

"Well, you are the new scheduler. We should wait at least until after the Ron Griffith visit, but you can put the event on the calendar and invite the appropriate people. Let me know just before you send the invitation. Oh, and you should invite Kelli and Stacy. I think you might need or want help. We need to include Kelli at least, since you'll be picking up some of her administrative functions. She needs to know about that, and I don't want her to feel like we're taking something away from her for no reason."

Brenda sat up and curiously scrambled for a pencil and note pad to make a note of her new assignment, even as semen ran down her leg and soiled her stocking and her naked breasts bobbled as she made her notes. Andrew thought that he'd like to see that scene played out at the office sometime, but knew it was only a fantasy.

They began gathering their garments. Brenda retreated to the nearest bathroom to clean herself up. Oscar slipped on his trousers and said to Andrew, "Now that went remarkably well. You have a skill in handling people, my boy. I'm pleased that you are taking charge the way you are. It will make the upcoming transition much easier."

Andrew dressed and set about tidying up. He wiped assorted semen spills from the couch, the nearby table, and the floor. He took Brenda's brandy glass to the sink. Oscar watched him accomplish these chores as they waited for Brenda to return. When she finally did, she was dressed similar to the way she was before the sex. Only the fresh glow on her face would give her away.

As they began preparing to leave, Andrew spoke up, "Oh, yes, there's one more thing." Brenda turned to face him and Oscar stood by her side. "Susan Dayton has a passkey to this place. She'll be leaving a few of her items in the bedroom next to mine and may be sleeping here from time to time. I need for you to see that she has override access to this place and see that she knows how everything works, and I mean everything - keypad, hidden wall safes, TV room, fitness room, whatever we have here, she needs to know about it. I'll explain to her about using the override with care. We don't want to surprise too many people here. You and Susan will have to cooperate and work together to communicate schedules. I don't want her interfered with, nor do I want her disrupting our plans and activities. See me if you have any concerns. See me without sharing those concerns with her. You are the key to our success, Brenda. Let's make sure we turn the key in the right direction."

"Yes, sir."

"Look. I have some things to do this afternoon. Why don't you two take the rest of the day off? You could go home and think through the changes, or you could stay here and play. Your choice. I'll head out now, and you two can set the override and have fun."

Oscar grinned broadly. Brenda reached out and touched Andrew's cheek. "You are wonderful," she said softly, smiling at her benefactor. "Thank you for everything, and thank you for this." She squeezed a breast and motioned toward Oscar. They stayed behind while Andrew returned to work.

The weekend passed and a new week was underway before Andrew had a chance to talk with Caroline. In fact, it was Tuesday morning when she initiated the conversation about her future with the Entertainment Team. Secretly, Andrew was hoping it would just go away, even though he knew that it wouldn't.

Andrew tried to think of a place where they could have a quiet conversation without being overheard or interrupted. It needed to be secluded in case she got upset. He just couldn't come up with a place. He wanted to avoid the penthouse, because he wasn't ready to initiate or participate in sex with Caroline, even though she was a quite attractive and nubile young woman. Although he wasn't twice her age, he was still in high school when she was born. Andrew just felt the age difference was something he wasn't ready to deal with right now. Too many other things were on his plate, and too many other women were in his bed.

Yet, when he stalled, Caroline blatantly said, "Take me to the penthouse for lunch. We can discuss it there."

"I really don't think that's a good idea, Caroline."

"Why not?" she asked. "Are you afraid I'll get out of hand?"

Andrew smiled. That was a refreshing perspective, especially in light of the sexual escapades he'd been involved in for the past year or so. He surrendered. "Okay, let me check and make sure it's available." He walked up to Brenda's station, looked around and leaned over. Brenda beamed at him through her glasses. "Yes, Mr. Mason, what can I do for you?"

Andrew could think of several things, each more pleasant that what he was facing. He leaned over and spoke softly, "You have me in big trouble, Brenda Baker. Caroline wants me to take her to the penthouse to discuss her situation. You haven't been talking to her have you?"

"My lips are zipped, just as you requested."

It wasn't exactly a request, Andrew thought. "Is there any conflict at the penthouse today at noon? Will Susan be there?"

Brenda looked at the penthouse schedule and at Susan's. "The penthouse is free. Susan is planning on arriving in the early evening and will likely spend the night there." She paused and looked up at Andrew, removing her glasses. "Would you like me to come with you?"

Andrew had an instant vision of Brenda bent over the couch with him plowing her pussy. "No, that's not what I need right now. Thanks. I'll take a rain check. Can you set up a light lunch for us?"

Brenda had no idea what Andrew was taking a rain check on because she hadn't a clue about the vision he enjoyed. "Thank you again, Andrew," she said softly. "Oscar and I had a wonderful afternoon and a very exciting weekend. You are the magic man. You set it up, you satisfied me, and you are making this all happen. Thank you. And I'll arrange for your lunch."

Andrew smiled at her, looking around to make sure no one else could hear that exchange. "You're quite welcome," he replied.

He returned to Caroline's cubicle and leaned over. "Okay, lunch it is at the penthouse. Do you want to ride over with me?"

"That'd be nice, since I don't know where it is."

"Okay, be ready to go with me at 11:40."

"Yes, sir."

At the appointed time, they left the office and took the elevator down to the garage level. Neither spoke a word. Andrew glanced around to see who might be watching. He felt really awkward about this. No one seemed to notice or ascertain that Andrew and Caroline were together. When they got out on the garage level, they were the only ones around. That eased the situation some in Andrew's mind, and he hurried to the car, unlocking it by remote to let Caroline in.

On the way to the penthouse, Andrew brought up the subject of her fiancé. "So, remind me of your boyfriend's name?"

"It's Tyler. Tyler Chapman. Yes, I'm going to be a Caroline Chapman. Kinda funny, isn't it?"

Andrew failed to see the humor. "And what kind of work does he do?"

"He's an official computer nerd. He's one of the smartest people I've ever met. He makes computers do amazing things and works on websites as well. There isn't anything with a computer that he can't do."

"That covers a lot of territory," Andrew replied. "I can tell you're proud of him."

"He's a genius."

"And that means ..."

"Yep, all our kids will be geniuses."

Andrew hated to rain on her parade. "I'm not sure it works out quite that way, Caroline. I have three kids myself and, while they're quite bright, I don't know if they qualify as genius."

"Well, what about you? Are you a genius?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay," Caroline said as if that settled things, like obviously Andrew's kids wouldn't be geniuses if he wasn't.

Andrew shook his head in amazement at the logic of her generation. He realized he was in big time trouble here and didn't know exactly how to get out of this one. For the first time in a while he felt loss of control.

Caroline enjoyed the sightseeing element of their trip downtown. She asked some questions about different buildings and monuments. Soon Andrew turned into the garage and parked the car. They walked in silence to the building and rode the elevator quietly to the penthouse floor. When they got off, Caroline looked around, and then whispered, "Wow. This is nice." Andrew flashed the passkey over the electronic device and held the door open for his young apprentice. She went in. Her eyes widened with delight at the opulence she perceived. "Wow, now this is great!" she exclaimed.

She flitted around the area like a humming bird seeking nectar, admiring this view and that item of furniture. Caroline sat on the couch in almost the exact spot where Andrew had nailed Brenda some five days earlier. Andrew momentarily contemplated the irony of that convergence of women on the couch. Andrew went over to the kitchen area to check on the lunch the establishment had prepared. There were only two place settings this time. He let Caroline know that lunch was ready. She came over to the table, impressed that things were ready to serve. They filled their plates and sat down to lunch.

Andrew decided that lunch was as good a time as any to find out how difficult Caroline was going to be. "So, tell me, Caroline. Why do you think you want to be part of the Entertainment Team? What exactly do you think the Entertainment Team does?"

Caroline tasted her soup. "The Entertainment Team meets certain customers by appointment and, well, entertains them for the evening."

Andrew interrupted, "And what kind of entertainment is that?"

Caroline tossed her head nonchalantly, "Recreational sex." She made it sound like it was a routine event. Yet her frank and cavalier view of the assignment impressed Andrew some.

"And how do you feel about recreational sex?"

Caroline slurped another spoonful of soup. "I like sex," she said matter-of-factly.

"Okay," Andrew was looking for a little more detail from her. "Exactly how much experience with sex do you have, especially recreational sex?"

Caroline put her spoon down. "For goodness sake, Mr. Mason, I'm not a prude, and I know what sex is all about. I've had lots of experience. Do you want details?"

"Please," Andrew replied as he addressed his own soup.

"Okay. I became sexually active the summer after I graduated from high school. I had turned 18 in the spring, and everyone said that you'll have a lot of sex in college. So I decided to find out what it was all about. I had maybe four or five boyfriends that summer, then went off to college. Boy, were they right about lots of sex in college. There were always parties and plenty of opportunities to get laid. Some of the girls settled down and moved in with a boyfriend. Others stayed available for fun with anyone."

Andrew was surprised. Things had certainly changed since he went to college. "Which did you do?"

"I stayed available for a while - well into my sophomore year. Then I met Tyler."

"I see. How did you two meet?"

Caroline giggled sweetly and took a bite of food. "We met at a C.O.P. and it was love at first sight."

Andrew was puzzled. "C.O.P.? I'm not familiar with that. What does it mean?"

Caroline gave him a brief look like wondering what planet he was from. "That's a Clothing Optional Party, Mr. Mason. They have those coded and you either get an invitation, or sign up for a visit. The first time I saw Tyler was at this party. He was standing five feet from me holding on to his cock like it was going to get away from him. I walked up to him and asked him if he knew what to do with it. He said yes, and five minutes later we were fucking like rabbits. We kept going that night, and have been with each other ever since. I moved in with him when I got back from summer vacation."

"I take it you were as naked as he was when you met."

"Of course."

Andrew toyed with his salad. "Caroline, why do you think we have a team to provide recreational sex for some of our customers?"

"I dunno, maybe for fun? Oh, wait. You want something from them."

"Yes, like business. We want them to feel good about Technical Distribution and give us more business. That's the reason for the team."

"Oh," was all that Caroline could say. It was like a new, fresh idea to her.

Andrew sat down this fork and put his napkin beside his plate. "Caroline, I had no idea you were so, well, so promiscuous. How long has it been since you've had a medical exam and been tested for STDs?"

"STDs?"

"Yes, Sexually Transmitted Disease. How long has it been since you've been tested?"

"Oh, I don't know, a long time, maybe."

Andrew stood up and pulled a card case out of his coat pocket. He riffled through the business cards looking for one for a doctor or a clinic. The company used several. He found one and tossed it to Caroline. "Here, go see these people and tell them you need to have a full set of tests run on you. I'll tell Brenda to have them bill the company. Meanwhile, this will go no further until you are certified clean."

"I-I'm clean," Caroline protested with a whine.

"You don't know that, Caroline. Unfortunately, there's too much at stake to take your word on it. I need a full medical report before we go anywhere at all with this."

Caroline stood up. "You can't dismiss me like this. You ... you just can't. I came here to ... to ..."

"To what, Caroline? This is business, it's not about you personally. I can't afford to take chances with customers until I know it's safe."

"You can't kick me out. Am I being fired?"

"No, you're not being fired, but it would be a good idea for you to take the next week off and get those tests run. Don't come back until we have the results."

"I-I-I'll scream. I'll tell them you brought me up here and tried to r@pe me." Caroline's voice was raised into a terrified pitch. Andrew recognized that she had become irrational and the situation was volatile and extremely dangerous. He backed up a step, while Caroline continued her tirade. "Y-you can't do this to me. I'll scream r@pe. I'll tell them, I will."

"No you won't." A firm, commanding feminine voice pierced the air, coming from the edge of the kitchen, by the eastern corridor. Susan stepped from the shadows.

Andrew was astonished, but grateful at this totally unexpected interruption.

Susan continued as she sauntered toward them with her arms crossed, presenting an authoritative presence. "You won't because it is not true, and you could get into serious legal trouble, even jail time for falsely accusing someone with a criminal act. You can't do that because there are witnesses. I, for one, saw and heard the whole thing. And you know, this place is amazing." She produced a remote control device and flipped a switch. Curtains closed over by the windows. Music came on, and lights adjusted their ambiance. "This place is wired, and, when I heard things getting out of hand, I turned on the area cameras and recorders. As soon as these are played for the district attorney, you'll be the one in trouble, not Andrew. Now, get your things and get out of here. Be grateful that you are dealing with a man of integrity; one that may let you keep your job. I know I wouldn't." Susan stopped her advance about six feet from the table and stood there strong, powerful, and unassailable. Her posture radiated regal authority, power, and control.

Andrew was proud and grateful. He was also a little intimidated. This had been a close brush with disaster.

Caroline caved. She sat down, crying uncontrollable. Susan showed no pity or mercy. Andrew stepped over to Caroline and put his hand on her shoulder. He began to regain control of the situation. "Caroline, we will call a cab for you to get you back to work. Do not go into the office. Just get your car and go to the clinic. I'll call Brenda and have her alert them that you'll be coming. When you're through there, go home. Wait for Brenda to call you to come back. It'll be at least a week."

Susan was already on the phone to the concierge, requesting a cab and security escort from the penthouse floor. She instructed the concierge to advance the cab fare to the driver and bill the penthouse. She also provided the destination with firm instructions to allow no deviation from that destination.

Andrew stayed with Caroline while she tearfully gathered her things. Her demeanor switched to humility as she felt shame about both her actions and their result. There was a knock at the door. Andrew walked with Caroline to the door. Susan followed at a respectable distance, maintaining her stern stance the entire time. Andrew asked security to be gentle with her and to make certain she got in the cab safely. They nodded and led Caroline to the elevator. Andrew closed the door behind them.

He turned to Susan, "Whew, that was almost a real mess. Am I glad to see you! You saved my ass."

"And you can have my ass, now! Thank you, sir."

"Best idea of the day. What are you doing here?"

"I can live here. Remember? It was your idea. Okay, Brenda called me to tell me not to be here because you had an appointment here. I figured out it was Caroline when I called your office and she told me you had lunch plans with her. I've had a feeling about Caroline for a while now, and thought I should be here just in case. Okay, maybe I was a little jealous, too, but I've already told myself that you are not mine exclusively, just specially." Susan had softened her demeanor as soon as Caroline was gone. She stood beside Andrew, holding his arm tightly as they walked back into the living room. She looked up at him with her adorable blue eyes, reading his relief at surviving the brush with disaster.

Andrew extracted his cell phone. "Let me call Brenda. I need to let her know not to allow Caroline in." Andrew made the call, explaining the problem without too much detail. He told Brenda that Caroline would be taking off the next week, and that she wasn't allowed at work at all. Brenda said she would suspend Caroline's badge access for a week, and she apologized again for the trouble her indiscrete chat with Caroline had caused. Andrew accepted her apology and ended the call.

They sat down on the couch. Susan propped her elbow on the back of the couch behind Andrew's head. Andrew looked relieved as he turned his eyes upon her pretty face and delectable body. "Well, I'm certainly glad that you were here. You did just the right thing at just the right time. How did you know about the video surveillance system?"

"I didn't," Susan said. She brimmed with poise and confidence. "I had learned about the remote controls. Brenda told me about them and one of the guys from maintenance came up and showed me how they work. I don't know if there is a security surveillance system or not, but it seemed like a good idea at the time to have one."

Andrew laughed heartily. "You're a bandit! You bluffed the whole way. I believed you!" He reached over and kissed her ardently.

"Whew, a girl could get to like that," Susan said when they broke off the kiss. ‘So, you're not mad that I was here?"

"No. You displayed good instincts and good judgment. I was out of tune on both scores to have been here with her. I had no clue that she was that unstable." He paused. "But what would you have done if she hadn't gone wacko and we had fucked?"

Susan smiled demurely at him, and then put on a morose face. "I would have stayed in my room; been very quiet, and sulked while I listened to you two enjoy each other."

Andrew nodded. "That would have bothered you?"

"Yes, silly. It would have bothered me, but I know that you will be with others. You will be with all of the team members - they all want you anytime they can get you. I knew you were with Brenda last week just one day after taking me to places I've never been before and at this same location. I know you can't be exclusive with me. Heck, you're married and I have no right to claim you at all, but I do. I want to love you and protect you more than anything or anyone else. I've never felt this way before about anyone or anything, but, God help me, I feel that way about you." She leaned into him and kissed him passionately.

Andrew put a hand on her waist for the tender, loving embrace. Susan left it there for a moment, then grasped his wrist and guided his hand to her breast. That started things. Soon their clothes were strewn over the coffee table, chair and floor as their passion compelled them to consummate their declarations of love. Andrew took her over the top while performing oral sex on her. She returned the favor, but begged him to fuck her before he squirted in her mouth. They fucked in several positions, starting out with missionary, then doggy style, finally with Susan leaning over the back of the couch where Brenda had been. After Andrew emptied his balls into her they slipped to the floor and cuddled, whispering their mutual love and appreciation to each other.

Finally, Susan slapped Andrew's chest. "Hey, I promised you my ass. Let's go to my room and you can have it there."

Andrew groaned, "Yeah, sure. You wear me out and demand more. No one man can possible keep up with you."

Susan scrambled to her feet and pulled at Andrew to help him get up. "You're right, of course, no one man can keep up with me, but you're the closest I've found so you'll have to do." She held his hand as she led him back to her bedroom. Andrew noticed that somehow they never got her blue and white patterned top off. She had it rolled up above her breasts. Her body swayed and pranced as she twisted and bounced to the bedroom. She was tantalizingly exuberant and animated, her muscular buttocks both swaying and jiggling. In the bedroom, she pushed him toward her bed, which he noted was unmade. She scrambled for her KY jelly and leaped into bed with him. She saw that he needed help resurrecting his probe, so she invested the next several minutes enthusiastically sucking him to full erection.

When her mission was accomplished, she presented him with the ointment, and propped her posterior high in the air. Her back gently sloped down to the bed where Susan had grabbed a pillow and turned her head to monitor Andrew's progress with the task at hand. She wiggled her bottom. "Hurry," she urged him. "My ass is yours, and it wants you now." Her hair spread gracefully over her shoulders and onto the bed, offering a delightful display of silken splendor. Her earrings hung playfully against her cheek. She brought a finger to her mouth and clenched a nail in her teeth in anticipation of Andrew's impending anal invasion.

Andrew greased her back door generously. He didn't want to hurt her and her aperture seemed so small. He noticed a flavored aroma from the cream, again an enchanting strawberry - cherry mixture. He applied the ointment to his cock. Susan wiggled some more, asking him to hurry. He placed the bulbous head at the entrance to her rectum. "O-ooh, yes. Stick it in," Susan cooed. Andrew eased it into her. "O-ooh, ow, a-aah," Susan verbalized as he penetrated that tight opening. She relaxed her hips, her buttocks, and her anus so he could slip in further.

Andrew monitored his progress as he inched into her. Susan moaned and shrieked, muffling her sounds into the pillow. She stretched out her left arm and grasped the sheets tightly in her hand. Her toes curled as a mixture of pain and enormous pleasure swept through her body. She shoved her torso back toward him, taking more of him inside her in the process. She gasped, and cried out, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. That feels so good. That hurts so good. Oh, yes. Oh, Andy, oh, Andy, oh, oh."

It took a little while, but soon Andrew was able to get his entire length past her tight sphincter muscle into her rectum. Once there, he paused. Susan shifted her head so she could look over her shoulder at Andrew. "Aaah, that's good. That feels good. Now fuck my ass, Andy, baby. Fuck my ass." Her teeth were clinched and her jaw set in determination to take whatever he could dish out. Andrew rocked in and out of her, the friction made tolerable by the generous lubrication. Susan felt her insides dislodged, and accepted the sensation with delight. Her man possessed her completely. She loved the feeling and what it represented to her. Her royal ass was being fucked royally, and she enjoyed it.

Andrew reached around her hips and fingered her clitoris. Susan didn't expect that, but it shot electric chills through her abdomen, around her pelvis and straight to her ass where Andrew's member was implanted. She screamed her delight, and clamped down her muscles on him just as he moved. He spurted what cum he had left into her. His own climatic sensation caused him to fall away, and more spunk spurted on her ass cheeks as he collapsed on the bed.

Susan leaped on top of him and rubbed her flaming pussy against his thigh, creating more friction on her clitoris and bringing yet another follow-up orgasm. She smothered him with kisses as she hunched her lower torso against him. As the exciting, thrilling pleasure peak subsided, they lay together in each other's arms, each listening to the other breath. "You're the best," Susan finally said softly, her hand gently patting Andrew's chest.

Andrew rolled over, trapping her beneath him. He raised his head to look at her. His semi flaccid cock rested at her hip and one leg separated hers. She left her legs spread widely on the bed, one beneath her lover and the other stretching toward the edge. It left her cum filled pussy exposed. Andrew brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and cupped a breast. He gently kissed her, then raised his head again to enjoy her confident, inscrutable smile and her dazzling, dancing blue eyes sparkling back at him. "I love you, Susan, my princess. I love you. God help me, I love you. I know there are things that we will have to do with others, but, so help me, I love you."

Susan clasped her arms around his neck tightly and pulled herself against his body, her sloppy pussy against his thigh, and her breasts against his chest. She attached her mouth to his in an embrace that sucked him into her soul and suggested that she would never let go. When she broke off the kiss, she hugged him tightly, her chin resting on his shoulder, cheek to cheek, with her long hair dangling down to the bed. "I am yours, totally yours, completely yours, my precious Andy. I will do what you need me to do, but always remember, I am yours," she whispered into his ear.

As soon as she said those words, she released her grip on him and fell back onto the bed. She rolled over on her side as much as she could - his groin still captured her hip. She attempted to hide the tears of joy and sorrow flooding her eyes. Andrew shifted his body to allow her to completely roll on her side. They spooned together, enjoying each other's warmth and the afterglow of their passion. Susan allowed the tears to fall without sobbing, for which she was grateful. Andrew cupped a breast and held her hips tightly against the curvature of his groin. Her radiant hair spread out decorously over the pillow. Neither one broke the spell for some time.

Finally, they disentangled themselves and headed to the shower. Andrew remembered that he needed to do this. Last week when he had gone home with caked juices from the lovemaking session with Brenda, the only thing that saved him was Karen's menstruation cycle which caused her to leave Andrew completely alone. He couldn't count on that today. He commented that Susan's shower was not as large as his. She punched him in the ribs and told him that togetherness had its virtues and benefits. They finished their shower and headed back to the living room in their nakedness to retrieve their clothing. Actually, Susan had left her top in the bedroom, so she was forced to go topless while Andrew gathered his things and prepared to leave. She walked him to the door, kissed him goodbye while he copped a feel of her bare breasts. She punched his arm and let him slip through the door.

Later that night, after helping Karen put the kids to bed, they engaged in a very satisfying love-making session. Andrew was able to bring Karen to multiple orgasms and still had enough to make a reasonable deposit of sperm into her. He was exhausted, and fell asleep very quickly after they concluded. Karen stayed awake for a while; thinking of the upcoming encounter Andrew was plotting for Ron Griffith and wondering how she could pull it off with plausibility, or even if she could do it, knowing that Andrew would know. How would he think of her after that happened, after he knew that she had spread her legs for another man, even though that's what Andrew was orchestrating? She drifted off to sleep.

At work, the next day, a Tuesday, activities grew tense as preparations were finalized for Ron Griffith's visit. Andrew spent a great deal of time with Bill Blankenship going over details of the confrontation with Caroline. Blankenship said he would consult a legal resource for guidance, and assured Andrew that he would discretely do everything he could to protect the company, Andrew, and the Entertainment Team.

Andrew also thoroughly debriefed both Oscar and Brenda about the encounter, including Susan's timely rescue. He omitted disclosing the lovemaking session that followed, as that was not germane to the Caroline confrontation. During the conference, Andrew once again stressed to Brenda the need for complete silence and discretion about the team and its activities. This ban included any further disclosures to or discussions with Caroline. Brenda said she understood completely and again apologized.

Andrew waited until she finished her apology, and said, "Brenda, you do not need to apologize further. That whole incident is past, and there is nothing we can do to change it. All we can do is deal with the future and that's all I'm trying to do here. There's no blame to regret. There is only where we go and what do we do now. You are part of the team. We are there with you. Let's just move forward."

Andrew did remind them that Caroline's absence, especially during Ron Griffith's visit, would put a strain on Brenda's workload. She would have to coordinate all the things that Caroline had been expected to do. They both recognized the problem. Brenda assured them that she could use the administrative pool to accomplish most of the routine business scheduling involving meetings and negotiations and including lunches.

Satisfied that the business end of the visit was under control, Andrew went to his office. There he found a big note from CFO Roger Barnett asking Andrew to call him right away. Andrew did so, and Roger told him he'd come right to his office. Moments later, Roger entered Andrew's office and shut the door. ‘Now what?' Andrew thought.

Barnett placed some papers with figures on them in front of Andrew.

"What's this?" Andrew asked.

Barnett's face broke into a huge grin. "This is these, and these are a series of huge orders from GHI Industries. You're friend Ron Griffith came through. None of these are from his division; they're all from other GHI groups. Congratulations, my friend, you have done it."

Andrew was dumbfounded. He'd had no indication from Ron that this was even a possibility. "Is ... are these orders enough to bring us in over budget?"

"Well, technically, no. They bring the total just a little shy of plan, but almost any other order from anybody will put us over. And you don't have any of the normal orders we would expect from Griffith's division. I'll bet he's bringing those with him to give to you personally. This is wonderful, Andrew. This is fabulous. You're a hero once again. I'm so excited I want to make a phone call and get laid." He laughed at his joke, but he was half-serious.

Andrew laughed, too. "That sounds like a great idea," Andrew said. "Have you told anyone else?"

Barnett shook his head.

"Then let's go tell Oscar. He'll want to know." They took the orders and went down to Oscar's office. The door was closed, but they tapped on it. A brief pause ensued.

"Come on in," Oscar called out. Andrew and Roger Barnett entered the office and noticed Brenda was there with her note pad in hand. She was sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of Oscar's desk, so appearances were quite normal. Andrew had a funny feeling, however, so he kept Barnett in front of Oscar's desk and let him show Oscar the orders.

Of course, Oscar was thrilled, but he didn't get up. Andrew was amused, suspecting that he knew why. Barnett went on to explain how any additional orders would put them over target for the year. Oscar reminded them of the consequence of that result when he said, "Well, Roger looks like you'll need to prepare that signing bonus check for our successful young executive here." Andrew forgot that this was worth $120,000 to him. He thanked Oscar and leaned across the desk to shake his hand. As he did, he glanced down and confirmed his suspicion that Oscar's pants were around his knees. He managed to deflect Barnett and the two of them left Oscar's office.

Andrew expressed his gratitude to Barnett on the way back to his office. Barnett shook hands with Andrew and offered congratulations, saying that he'd get the process rolling on Andrew's bonus. Barnett went straight back to his office sporting a mild hard-on. He pulled out his cell phone, knowing that Susan Dayton now had access to the penthouse, and placed a call to her. To his delight, he discovered that she was planning to be there today at lunch. He asked if he could come over for lunch and other delights. Susan agreed, and they disconnected. Barnett's rationale was that this was the last opportunity he'd have before Griffith's visit and he was excited about celebrating.

When Andrew got back in his office, he called Oscar. When he answered, Andrew asked, "Is she still in there?"

"No," Oscar replied.

"You two had better not do that at the office. That's what we have the penthouse for. Take her to lunch there."

"Good idea. I'll do that. Thanks, my boy. Oh, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you and congratulations on earning the bonus."

Andrew almost burst out laughing that he had to rein in his boss and their newest Entertainment Team member. Still, the sale was good news. He started to call Karen, to let her know. Then he thought about it. If she knew the bonus was already in the bag, she would have a perfect excuse to back out of the encounter with Ron. Andrew decided not to tell Karen until after the visit. He thought about calling Susan to share the good news with her, but realized that it wouldn't be as exciting for her as it was for Andrew and his family. He glanced at the time. It was approaching eleven. Maybe he'd show up at the penthouse and surprise her. That way, he could tell her the news in person. That's what he decided to do.

He returned to his work, checking the daily rushes, which wouldn't include the new orders. He reviewed the itinerary for Ron's visit, starting with his scheduled arrival the very next day. He reviewed reports, making notes for follow-up. He was so engrossed with the information that he lost track of the time. It was ten minutes before noon when he finally realized it was past time to leave. He grabbed his coat and headed out. As he walked by Brenda's work area, he realized that Brenda and Oscar would be at the penthouse. He almost abandoned his plan, but rationalized that they would likely be off in Oscar's master bedroom fucking each other's brains out, and wouldn't even notice that Andrew came, had lunch with Susan, and left. He drove to the penthouse building, parked, and used his passkey to access the floor, then the penthouse. He noticed that he had to use the override to get in, but was not surprised, since Brenda was there with Chesterfield.

Andrew quietly entered so as not to disturb anyone in case they were out in the living room or kitchen area. He stuck his head around the corner and didn't see anyone. He listened, but didn't hear anyone. He started toward the east corridor, but then a perverse curiosity caused him to stop, then tiptoe up the west corridor. As expected, he found the master bedroom door closed and heard some indistinguishable noises coming from behind the door. He crept closer and finally recognized Brenda. She was making sounds, so obviously lovemaking was occurring behind the door. Andrew couldn't make out any words, other than an occasional ‘oh' or ‘yes' or ‘Oscar". He finally overcame his prurient interest in the copulating couple behind the door, and crept away.

Andrew remained in stealth mode all the way past the kitchen. He noticed four place settings at the table and thought that curious. The food was there, all ready to be served, but no one appeared to be interested in food. Susan was probably being polite and waiting for Oscar and Brenda to finish. But how did she know he would be coming? Andrew started up the east corridor, then immediately went back into stealth mode.

He heard noises coming from Susan's room ahead, gasps and groans. He recognized Susan's love moans. Noticing that the door to her room was partially open, he advanced soundlessly to the portal. Just outside the room he clearly heard Susan crying out, "Yes, fuck me. Oh, yes fuck me." Andrew peeked through the opening. He recognized Barnett positioned between Susan's outstretched legs, plunging into her. Her arms rested on his shoulders. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. She moaned and tossed her head, but her eyes were closed in concentration.

Andrew was heart sick, but immediately he realized that he had no right to be. This is what they had discussed and agreed to just yesterday when she surrendered her ass to him. He peeked through the narrow viewpoint again in time to see her athletic legs wrap around Barnett's torso as she urged him to fuck her harder and faster. He drove in and of her in piston-like strokes until he stiffened and lunged deeply into her. Andrew noticed that Susan's hands gripped Barnett's ass and pulled him into her as he unloaded his discharge within. She hunched her abdomen up against his, saying, "Yes, yes, cum in me. Oh, yes, fuck me, do me, fuck me." Andrew pulled back as Barnett gasped and groaned in response to his effort and her undulating response to his foray into her delectable body.

Andrew swiftly and silently evacuated the hallway and made it out of the penthouse as rapidly as he could move without making any noise. His cock had hardened while he listened and watched, and it would not diminish for him all the way back to the office as his mind replayed the episode. It amazed him that he was both dismayed and stimulated. In one sense he was glad for Barnett. After all, he had expressed such excitement in Andrew's office that he voiced his desire to get laid. Andrew had even encouraged him as he thanked him for bringing the good news. He just didn't expect that Barnett would contact Susan and get his release from her. Andrew had lost his appetite, so he went directly back to work and back to the office.

Andrew concentrated on notes for Ron's visit as the afternoon wore on. He remembered to call Kelli Markum to verify that she was still available for babysitting duties Wednesday night, Ron's first in town. He asked her to be on standby for Thursday and Friday as well. Ron had agreed to stay through Friday night because of Andrew's pretense of an evening's celebration. Hopefully, the celebration would have already taken place, but Andrew wanted all the bases covered in case of a contingency. He had Susan also on standby to visit Ron on Thursday and Friday night if things didn't work out with Karen Wednesday night. Everything seemed to be falling into place, and the incredible news of unexpected extra orders from Ron's company just made it all, well, exhilarating. Andrew mused that he truly understood Rod Barnett's interest in getting laid, and recognized Barnett's sagacity in taking advantage of Susan's availability, a condition that Andrew himself established despite warnings from Chesterfield and from Susan herself that the team would take advantage of her accessibility at the penthouse. He had no one else to blame but himself, so he finally came to grips with his disappointment.

As the work day drew to a close, Andrew requested help from Brenda to prepare last minute papers and to review the schedule and arrangements for the visit that started the next day. Brenda covered everything to his satisfaction and reassured him that all was under control. She had even followed up on Caroline's hotel arrangements and verified the complimentary upgrade. Brenda had taken steps with the hotel to ensure the company would not be billed, and that the upgrade would be handled smoothly by the hotel.

Satisfied that everything was in order, Andrew thanked Brenda warmly and assured her he was pleased with the arrangements. She encouraged him to go home and relax. "Everything will be alright," she promised. He acknowledged her encouragement as she left his office. He wanted to call Susan, but, in his pride, he refrained. Finally, he packed up and left about fifteen minutes after Brenda and forty-five minutes after most of the office personnel had left.

At home that evening, Andrew spent a lot of time with the kids, enjoying them and catching up on their activities. Karen prepared another great family meal. Andrew noticed right away that she had visited a beauty shop and styled her hair. The cut was perfect. It left her hair long, not as long as Susan's, but long enough the fall below her shoulders. The style included bangs, which were delightful on Karen. Andrew couldn't tell if she had colored her hair. If she did, it was as close to her natural color as is possible, but it positively glowed with sheen. So Karen was taking this seriously, Andrew thought.

After supper, Andrew performed his routine of helping clear the table and load the dishwasher. This time, however, to his surprise, nine-year old Hannah stayed behind to help. Andrew correctly surmised that Karen was teaching their daughter some responsibility. Andrew later learned that Amanda had wanted to help too. Andrew reminded himself that Christmas was coming, and he needed to get something special for his kids. Of course, the $120,000 bonus would help that project considerably.

Neither Andrew nor Karen rushed to put the kids to bed. They stayed with them longer than usual. Karen helped Hannah and Amanda with their homework, and Andrew helped Prescott build block castles and tear them down. Reading time came later and Andrew selected a long story to read, entertaining the kids well beyond their usual bedtime. Both Karen and Andrew took time with each of the three, tucking them into bed and kissing them goodnight.

Karen was touched by the attention, but it added to her feeling that things were about to change. She had very mixed emotions about the impending change: on one hand, a sense of foreboding, yet on the other an excitement that propelled her forward, eager to join Ron in his bed. The conflicting emotions had her in turmoil. The time with the children was a soothing tonic for her and she greatly appreciated Andrew's time and attention with them.

Karen and Andrew finished straightening things in the kitchen, den, and dining room. The living room appeared to be intact. They did this together, chatting mostly about Karen's day at work. He complimented her on her hair. "You like it?" she asked.

"Very much," Andrew replied.

Unspoken was Karen's thought that she hoped Ron liked it, too. Karen also neglected to tell Andrew that she had taken the next three days off work. She felt it was necessary, in case things worked out really well with Ron, which is what she hoped, or in case things were a disaster, then she would have time to sort everything out and try to salvage a friendship, not to mention a bruised ego. Communication between the two was superficial until they retired to the bedroom.

Karen got ready for bed, applying light makeup and perfume. She really didn't want to make love with Andrew this night, but had already decided not to refuse him if he wanted to. The nightgown she wore was sheer and came down to mid-thigh. She wore no undergarments. Andrew was already in bed, watching the late evening news, but he turned off the TV when Karen joined him in bed.

She snuggled up against him, giving him the opportunity to initiate sex. He put his arm around her and held her close. They listened to each other breathe for several minutes, each with their own thoughts running wild, and neither willing to break the silence.

Finally, Karen grazed her fingernails across Andrew's chest and gently touched his chin. "Are you certain about this?" she asked softly, barely above a whisper.

"Yes, I am, sweetheart," Andrew responded. "It's very important."

"I know it's important," Karen responded. They breathed silently for another moment. Karen spoke again, "Are you absolutely sure you want to be there to watch? He may not be comfortable with that. I know that I'm not."

Andrew thought on that, needing to proceed carefully. It sounded like Karen was committed, but that his being there might distract her and make the encounter more awkward than necessary, but Andrew really wanted to watch her get nailed for some perverse reason he couldn't quite explain even to himself, much less her. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the pleasing perfume. "I want to be there more than anything else in the world, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I will stay away if you insist."

"No, I won't deny you that if it's what you really want. Somehow I'll get past my comfort level." But Karen thought, ‘You may not like how comfortable I get if Ron comes anywhere close to his previous performance.' She was no longer concerned about her comfort level, for Ron had consumed her thoughts for weeks now. She was more worried about Andrew's comfort level.

‘Yes!' Andrew thought. He gently kissed her on the forehead, then tilted her face and kissed her lips. It was tender, loving, but not passionate. "Thank you, sweetheart," Andrew whispered. He held her tighter, but instinctively knew not to initiate sex although he wanted to. They each lay awake for some time, and drifted off to sleep together, within minutes of each other.

Morning seemed to arrive early. Andrew got up first and killed the alarm, allowing Karen to sleep a little later. Usually, she was the first out of bed. Andrew selected his wardrobe for the day and headed for the shower. Before he finished, Karen joined him. He noticed that she had her hair underneath a shower cap. That was unusual for her. They scrubbed each other's body and Andrew was sporting an erection despite his best intentions. Karen kissed it, but made no further overtures. She hummed when Andrew soaped her back and her breasts, but wouldn't let him between her legs. She didn't want to get anything started they couldn't stop. Andrew helped by leaving her alone in the shower, drying off, and exiting the bathroom to dress in the bedroom.

By the time Karen emerged from the bathroom clad only in a towel, Andrew was dressed and in the kitchen fixing a bacon and egg breakfast. He had already roused the kids. Both Hannah and Amanda were going through their morning routine, and Prescott was trying to sleep a little longer. Karen dressed as if for work, even though she had taken the day off. She came along, enjoying the smell of frying bacon, stopping to rouse Prescott and get him moving. In the kitchen, she greeted Andrew with a kiss and commented on how special it was for him to fix breakfast for them. Of course he didn't have the complete routine down. The coffee was late and the orange juice was nowhere to be found. Karen located it in the refrigerator and poured the servings. She went to check on Prescott and the girls. Moments later the kids showed up at the table and breakfast was launched.

After breakfast, Andrew prepared to leave. On the way out, he stopped and kissed Karen, again with love and tenderness. "You look great," Andrew complimented her sincerely. She did look ravishing, and she wasn't even dressed for the part. Andrew grabbed his laptop and headed for his car.

Karen helped the kids get ready for school and day care. She was not in as much of a rush as usual and was able to get everyone loaded into the van and delivered to their appropriate locations without incident. When her mom role was complete for the morning, Karen headed for the appointment she had made with the artist at the local glamour salon. She had arranged for a full treatment, manicure, facial, hair, eyes, makeup artistry, and full body waxing, all designed to enhance her allure for this occasion. Her shopping schedule included a trip to the dress shop where she had selected a form-fitting, model dress that would be slinky and cling to her body at the right places, but one she could wear without a bra. It couldn't be overly dressy, but needed to accentuate her figure, the one she'd been working out to trim for months now. The dress had already been ordered and was being form fitted for her. Her day was full and she didn't have any spare time.

Return of the Spark

Andrew arrived at work early as his habit had become. He started in reviewing the rushes, which now included the orders Barnett had showed him yesterday. Yes, the annual sales budget would likely be blown away by weekend, and there was nearly a full month of opportunity ahead. This success made him feel great, and now he was horny after viewing Karen in the shower this morning and the excitement of the evidence of business success showing this morning. Well, he wouldn't have time for any relief during lunch hour. He was scheduled to meet Ron at the airport shortly after eleven, and would be with him the rest of the day. Andrew idly wondered if perhaps Brenda would come in to service him with a blow job before the day got started. He chuckled at himself and his pointless cleverness. That was exactly what he had warned Oscar against. He shook the cobwebs from his brain and returned his attention to the morning briefing papers.

Several key executives stopped in as the day started, checking to see if everything was alright. Shaw stopped by to make sure Andrew had noticed the rushes and the sales budget situation. Barnett stopped by to wish him luck with Ron today. There would be a finance discussion in the afternoon, which Barnett would attend of course, and a follow-up finance meeting on Friday. Of course Brenda checked in with him several times during the morning, each time reassuring him that everything was on schedule and under control. She checked with the airlines and verified that the flight was due to arrive on time. On one of her last trips, she told him that Oscar wanted him to stop by his office on the way out of the building. Blankenship called and reported that he was making progress on the Caroline situation and would be able to brief him anytime Friday that he could carve out some time. He assured Andrew that there were no major problems so far. Andrew knew Blankenship was cautious about HR situations, so he felt a sense of relief.

Finally, Brenda returned, reminding him that it was time to get ready for the airport run and to remember to see Oscar on the way out. She confirmed that lunch reservations were complete and the restaurant was holding a secluded table for him.

Andrew stopped by Oscar's office. The door was open, so he stuck his head in. "You wanted to see me, boss?"

Oscar chuckled. "So, I'm boss now. Nonsense. I love the way you're taking charge here. I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of you in bringing this GHI sales situation to fruition. There were many who doubted it could even be done, and you've pulled it off with grand style, in your way, and on your terms. That's real vision and leadership, my boy."

"Thank you, Mr. Chesterfield."

"Now, now. It's Oscar, especially when it's the two or three of us," he smiled, nodding toward Brenda who was waiting by the door. "A couple of things I want you to know. First, I appreciate your suggestion the other day about what's appropriate at the office. You are absolutely correct, and both Brenda and I promise to behave and not do anything at work which would show any fraternization. We had a marvelous time at the penthouse, and may continue things there as occasions permit." He held up his hand to stop Andrew from replying. "I know that Susan is staying there some now, and I really do approve. She'll be good for you. Brenda and I will be careful."

Andrew wondered if he was trying to let him know about Susan and Roger Barnett, or if he was attempting to protect her. It didn't matter. Andrew was already past that.

Oscar continued, "Next, I'm confident that you will be just fine with the Griffith visit. You make the decisions you need to make during the negotiations. If you look at me for confirmation, I'll nod or otherwise confirm your choices. That will let Griffith know that you have management backing for your actions. It'll strengthen your position." Chesterfield paused. He glanced at Brenda and she left the room. He continued, "I know you need to run to meet the plane. I want you to know how proud I am of you. Everybody here is solidly on your team now. You should hear what they're saying about what you've pulled off. And they know it was you, only you, and not the Entertainment Team. I think that is what has impressed everyone most of all. You are a winner, Andrew, my boy, a real winner and you'll take us a long way."

"Thank you, sir, uh, Oscar. That means a lot to me."

Oscar waved at him. "Now go run and meet your airplane. I'll catch up with you later."

On the way to the airport, Andrew wondered if he should call off this Entertainment Team thing for Ron. Karen would certainly be relieved, he thought. He didn't know, maybe things had gone too far. Maybe they would all come unraveled if he pimped Karen to Ron. After all, that is what he was doing, wasn't it? He called Karen's cell, but got her voice mail. He hung up without leaving a message.

Ron's plane arrived about ten minutes early. Andrew met him at the baggage claim area. "Great to see you, Andrew. You didn't have to pick me up personally. You could have sent your new account manager."

"Nonsense," Andrew replied. "He's still getting his feet wet and might have wet his pants if I let him come. You'll meet him this afternoon. Besides, I intend to stay involved with GHI, at least as long as you're involved with us. Do you have any luggage to pick up here?" Ron did have luggage he checked. He had surprises for the kids. When Andrew heard that, he felt more apprehension about the Karen-Ron encounter. How could he call it off? He'd have to figure something out. They gathered Ron's luggage and headed to the car. The first destination was the hotel to get Ron checked in. Then they would go to lunch. The first meeting at the office wasn't until two in the afternoon, so they would have plenty of time.

On the way to the hotel, Andrew asked about Ron's family, catching up on Sally and the two boys, both in college now. Andrew noticed that Ron was graying about the temples more so than the last time they saw each other. He felt it added dignity to Ron's appearance, and that concerned him again because of the entertainment plan. Ron was too dignified for that, wasn't he? Andrew considered that all the sexual intercourse he had participated in during this year may have jaded him to more sedate business circumstances. Was he making an error in judgment like he did with Caroline?

They arrived at the hotel. Andrew helped with the bags until a bellhop took over. Then he parked the car while Ron went in to register. It only took a few moments, but by the time Andrew joined Ron the registration process was complete. Ron explained, "They had a maintenance problem with the room I had reserved, so they upgraded me to a suite, complimentary. That is certainly nice of them. Do you want to join me while I put my luggage in my room or wait for me here?"

"I'll stick with you if you don't mind." Andrew wanted to see the room before tonight, to reconnoiter the landscape in case he couldn't derail the events he had set in motion.

The suite was fabulous. It included two sleeping areas, a huge bathroom with a Jacuzzi, a dining area, a kitchen, a living-den combination with a magnificent view of the city, and a fully-stocked bar which Andrew knew would be wasted on Ron. Yes, if the entertainment was inevitable, this was a perfect setting. Andrew could watch and participate, or retire and listen, or leave as appropriate. The suite left many options for him. Plus, if Karen backed out, the Susan backup plan would still work here and might get Andrew off the hook if the offer backfired. He should tell Karen that the bonus is settled so she could back out if she wanted. Yes, that would be a great course of action, Andrew thought.

They left the room and took the elevator down. There were other occupants, so they remained silent. Andrew thought, what if he told Karen and she didn't want to back out? Now that would be a predicament. Surprisingly, the thought stirred a reaction in his groin.

They got into Andrew's car and drove the ten minutes to the restaurant. Just as Brenda had assured him, they met him at the door and escorted them directly to a secluded table. This was where Andrew had planned to spring the evening's entertainment on Ron. Now there didn't seem to be the need for seclusion. Andrew thought that he should keep the lunch a strictly-business occasion. They relaxed over lunch and regaled each other with different war-stories. Andrew was able to express anew his appreciation for Ron's help.

Ron was dismissive. "You know, Andrew that we won't be able to keep up this pace. It's actually coming at a good time for us, strategically. The other divisions that sent you business this week are using that as leverage to secure better deals from other suppliers. You'll likely retain some of the business, but not all. I hope you're diversifying your customer base. Your company has placed their hopes on a lot of business from us that will likely not continue at the same level."

"I appreciate your candor, Ron," Andrew replied. "I've already been encouraging development of other accounts with the challenge to help them grow to levels where we won't be so dependent on GHI. I figure it'll be about a year."

"Actually, that's a good and realistic timeframe. I knew Technical Distribution was wise to promote you. We should be able to help you with orders for a year or so, but beyond that is anybody's guess. You do understand that some of the orders we've sent you recently are one-shot deals and will not be sustained. That means that actual sales volume from us in future years will not match this year's but should be more than past average."

"Thanks for letting me know that, Ron. I suspected that was the case, and have been warning the team that we need to look for more business elsewhere."

As they finished the lunch, Andrew gave Ron the updated schedule of events for the three days of Ron's visit. He looked it over. There wasn't much different from the most recent version emailed to Ron a few days earlier. Andrew paid the check, and they left for the office. Andrew didn't bother to point out the evening's dinner plans like he originally intended. Instead, he allowed the predicament to simmer beneath the surface while he tried to figure a way out.

The afternoon meetings started at two, with introductions all the way around. Eric Maxwell, the young apprentice Andrew selected to function as account manager for GHI was there as well. He moved around like a puppy being introduced to family. The finance portion wasn't on the agenda until four, but Andrew had arranged for Kelli Markum to be there. Brenda was able to free herself from executive wing duties to be present and take notes. James Shaw and Phil Rutledge, the two Divisional Vice Presidents were included, as were Jackson Reed, VP of Transportation and Logistics, and Brian Peterson, VP of Customer Service. At Andrew's request, Peterson invited Stacy Allison, one of the new supervisors. After all the introductions, Andrew gave some appropriate opening remarks, welcoming Ron for this visit, and expressing gratitude on behalf of the company and everyone present for the business he sent Technical Distribution's way.

There was enthusiastic applause from the group around the table. Ron acknowledged the greeting and the business, commenting on the excellent product and dependable scheduling that Technical Distribution had provided, suggesting that their performance made it easier and more attractive to send the business in their direction.

As soon as the preliminaries were out of the way, Ron said, "Andrew, gentlemen, and ladies, I've brought with me additional orders to complete our purchases for the year. There are some conditions we need to discuss, relating to finance. Would you prefer to wait until four, or could we bring all this up now?"

Andrew turned his head toward Brenda. "I'm sure we can get Roger Barnett down here now. It would be appropriate to have Oscar Chesterfield here as well, if we need to approve some exceptions." Andrew nodded at Brenda and she got up to make some quick phone calls. Andrew continued, "Ron, we can get started if you like. Kelli here is from finance, you may recall, so she will have a handle on what's possible, or we could take a short break and get some refreshments while we wait for Roger and Oscar to get here."

"Either way works for me," Ron said, "but some coffee sounds great." Stacy got up and poured coffee for him, asking him how he wanted it. "Black is fine," he assured her.

Five minutes later, Roger Barnett arrived, and a minute after his appearance, Oscar Chesterfield came in and greeted Ron. He sat off to the side, away from the table. Brenda moved to his side. Andrew smiled inwardly.

When things settled down, Ron distributed a series of folders containing copies of the orders he was bringing. "I'm afraid I don't have copies for everyone, but there should be enough for you, Andrew, and for Oscar, Roger, and Eric, my new account rep. There are a few extra copies, but I'm afraid the rest of you may have to share."

Barnett was one of the first to get his packet. He glanced through the different orders and mentally totaled them. He was absolutely blown away and with difficulty restrained himself from an outburst. Andrew calculated the total at about the same time and looked up in time to catch Roger stifling his enthusiasm. Oscar came to the same realization and raised his eyebrows looking at Andrew. The others created a little buzz as they shared the documents. Eric was a lost puppy. The total of the orders exceeded the amount of GHI orders that had arrived before the meeting. This was a huge, huge sales windfall, perhaps the biggest in company history.

"Now before you get too excited about these, let me explain. There are twelve individual orders here. Three of them are fairly routine, well maybe a little on the high side of routine. They cover products that we already order from you. These can be processed right away. There are no unusual conditions on them. The other nine are each special. We've taken the liberty to deal directly with nine different manufacturers that provide you with the product you sell to us. We are looking for marketing participation from each of the manufacturers for the product on these orders. Three have told us they are unable to provide marketing assistance. In response we cut back on the amount we intended to order from them, but negotiated a return of any unsold product after a specified time. We went ahead with the reduced orders, because the manufacturer is bearing the risk for unsold items. Of course, we'll have to process the sales and any returns through you."

There were murmurs around the table, which Andrew silenced with a glare. Ron continued, "As part of our negotiations with these three companies, we've secured for you a handling fee which you will retain, covering your expenses for processing the returns back to the manufacturer. They will pay all shipping costs for the return from your facility to theirs. They will also offer you a discount if you will keep the product and sell it to other customers. We didn't negotiate a specific rate, and I suspect it will be on a product by product basis. You'll need to negotiate what's acceptable for you or return the product."

"Wow," Jackson Reed in logistics was impressed. This could work big time, and might prove to be a model to follow for other customers and their orders.

Ron smiled at the outburst, and then continued. "The other six companies each agreed to provide us with marketing dollars. One of them was a little stubborn and wants to do it different from the others. They will pay us directly, 95% of the marketing support, and send you the 5% that is the normal pass- through. You get the five percent without having to do any work for it. Two of the others will pay the marketing support whenever we run the ads and furnish them with the evidence of doing so. They will send the funding to you for you to pass on to us. The other three are handling the marketing support the regular way, by sending you the support funds and letting you pass them through to us. Normally you retain the 5%, but, since we negotiated the funding for this, we'd like for you to retain only 2% and pass 98% on through to us - for all five of these orders. The marketing support on all but the two requiring evidence of marketing will come about sixty days after delivery of the merchandise to us. Questions?"

There were several, but mostly about delivery schedules, turn around, and some on the return situation with the three companies not participating in the marketing. Ron explained that there would be less advertising on those products, but market research indicated there would be a demand, just at an unknown level without major advertising.

Kelli whispered a question to Roger, who told her to go ahead and ask it. "Why are you allowing us to keep the full five percent on the one direct pay when you're asking us to keep only two percent on the ones we have to work on?"

Ron smiled. "Great question. I knew someone would see this discrepancy. When the manufacturer insisted on direct payment with the pass through funding paid to you separately, we didn't want to get into a situation where we disclosed that we are asking for the three percent difference on these orders. We did all the negotiating work on these products. Therefore we feel that whatever you retain is a bonus for you. But we didn't want to upset the industry with these exceptions to normal practice, and we felt it was a little petty to ask you to send us three percent of the five they send you. So we decided to let you keep it. From our perspective, all the work you will do on the other five is depositing a check, and cutting a check. With the amounts involve here, it's all a bonus to you, since we've already done the heavy lifting. Now that sounds fair, doesn't it?"

Andrew noticed that Ron framed the question so that there was only one reasonable answer. He smiled at Ron's cleverness in controlling the outcome. Andrew looked at Barnett, then at Chesterfield. Both nodded assent, so the agreement was settled. Andrew chuckled to himself at Ron's mastery. It was a valuable lesson for all present on how to cover the bases when mapping out a business plan. He hoped the lesson would be grasped by the executive team.

More questions ensued, taking additional time. Soon they took a planned break. Andrew tried to call Karen during the break. Ron had once again demonstrated to Andrew his mastery of control. Now Andrew had serious misgivings about their entertainment plans. Once again, he got Karen's voicemail. He thought about leaving a message, but decided that it would be better to talk directly with her. He would just have to try later.

When they reconvened, Ron explained that there were some financing issues that were necessary to make these orders affordable and workable. "We are taking a huge risk with these products. While we are confident that this will work and that the marketing will produce results sufficient to propel us to the next level of competition with the big three in our industry, there are some cash flow limitations we must face. Normally your terms with us are two - ten, net thirty, giving us a two percent discount for payment within ten days and the balance due in thirty. For these nine special marketing orders, we want to retain the two-ten discount portions, but need longer terms for the balance. We propose to pay a portion of the order immediately upon shipment and take the two percent reduction on the amount we pay. So you would give us 102% credit on the payments within the ten days. Next we want 60 days for the remaining net, with a two percent prorated up-charge on any amounts carried over beyond the 60 days."

Barnett jumped in, "Is that two percent up-charge monthly, or are you expecting that to cover the balance no matter how long it takes you to pay?"

"It would be monthly, Roger. We felt that it would not be fair to you to carry a balance for us indefinitely. Internally, we look at this as a discipline-enforcer. This will help keep us focused on marketing and selling the product, which is what everyone wants. We need to turn that inventory. The longer we take to pay you, the less profitable it becomes for us, so it forces us to keep our eye on the ball and not be dependent on you or anyone else for our efficiency, effectiveness, and success."

Andrew looked at Barnett. He shrugged slightly and glanced over at Chesterfield. Andrew said, "That sounds fair to me, Ron. We carry the balance at two percent each month and you have the incentive to sell the product before it becomes cost-prohibitive. What do you think, Oscar?"

Chesterfield cleared his throat. "I think you've got yourself a deal. It appears to be fair all the way around."

Andrew turned to Ron. "There you have it. Roger, can you draw up the agreements by Friday?"

"Yes, sir," Barnett responded.

"Okay. Jackson, do you have any logistics concerns?" Reed raised some questions that Ron was able to field without any difficulty. He made some notes on shipping points. Reed did ask about direct ship possibilities from the manufacturer directly to GHI. Ron didn't object as long as the shipments were on the schedule agreed upon and not too far in advance. Warehousing was a consideration. GHI had to be able to turn the shipments around. Reed said he would look into coordinating the shipping schedule. Later, he explained to Andrew that there would be a tremendous savings on shipping costs if our own warehouses didn't have to physically handle the merchandise.

The meetings continued on toward five in the afternoon. There were details to be worked out, but most of the heavy lifting was done. Barnett, Reed, and Peterson each wanted to get Andrew aside. Chesterfield had left after approving the financing element. Andrew didn't want to abandon Ron, and for the first time, his promotion got in the way of his preference. He asked Ron if Eric could take him to the hotel. Ron, of course, graciously agreed. Andrew reminded Ron that they were meeting for dinner at seven. He told Ron that he would be bringing Karen, the first time Ron knew of that plan. That seemed like a great idea, especially when Andrew explained that arrangements had been made for a baby sitter to watch the kids. Andrew left Ron in Eric's care, amused at the youngster's enthusiasm.

It turned out that all the three executives wanted to tell Andrew was that this was great. Andrew shook his head. He already knew that. Nevertheless he accepted accolades from them and from James Shaw and Phil Rutledge who had joined them. Andrew took this opportunity to teach, asking the group what they learned from Ron. They clamored among themselves to explain what they observed. Andrew realized that there would need to be a serious debriefing next week, after this visit concluded.

Shaw stayed behind when the impromptu meeting broke up. Andrew glanced over toward the door where he caught a glimpse of Kelli and Stacy. He looked at them. They were both beaming with pride and adoration. Andrew signaled for them to wait for him as he turned his attention to Shaw.

"You were magnificent," Shaw told him. "That's the most superb performance I've witnessed in all my years with the company."

"Don't get carried away, James," Andrew responded. "That was Ron Griffith's show. He's the one who put all this together. And he did it without the incentive that everyone thinks is so important to our business. There was no Entertainment Team involvement in this deal."

"Yeah, just think of what it could have been if the team had been involved."

Andrew was astonished. Shaw just didn't get it. Andrew patted him on the shoulder dismissively and moved over toward Kelli and Stacy. Shaw watched him approach the two beauties thinking that he had convinced Andrew of the value of their services.

"You were wonderful," the two girls gushed. "We're so proud of you."

Andrew verified with Kelli that she would be at the house before six-thirty for her baby sitting function. She confirmed that she would be there on time and expressed that she was horny."

Andrew almost choked and was grateful that he didn't laugh. He looked around. Only Stacy could have possibly heard the comment, and she said, "Me, too."

Andrew grinned and shook his head. "Later, ladies, much later. Thanks for your help and thanks for being part of this meeting."

Stacy said, "No, thank YOU. You're the one who got us included, and I thank you for that. Those other Executive Team members care less about us until they need us to spread our legs for a customer, or for them." Andrew shushed her, explaining that was not an appropriate topic for work.

He moved on, heading for his office. When he got there, he found Brenda waiting. "I'm so excited I could kiss you," she said, then lowered her voice to a whisper, "or fuck you."

"Thanks, Brenda. I appreciate your help today. You'll need to see Oscar for help with the other matter. I won't be available for days, I'm afraid. By the way, you have set up that Executive Team meeting, haven't you?"

"The one for me? Yes, it's on the schedule for next week, after the visit."

"I'm thinking it may be time to invite Phil Rutledge. What do you think about that?"

"The more, the merrier," Brenda replied smiling with a twinkle in her eye.

"Okay, well, better let me talk to him before we extend the invitation. I'll let you know."

Andrew glanced at the clock. It was moving past five. He had told Karen that he would be home by 5:30 to help with the kids while she got ready. He wasn't going to make that deadline. He begged off of any further conversation with Brenda, packed his laptop and dashed for the garage.

Karen's day had gone pretty much as she planned. She spent the entire morning and the early part of the afternoon getting pampered. Everything was terrific except for the wax job. Every hair on her body below her neck had been removed. The pain was, well, irritating, to say the least. By the time her pubic hairs were ripped out, her entire body was sensitive. All the nerve endings all over were crying out for attention and from the attention. While the female attendant was ripping everything out by the roots, Karen had a momentarily wicked thought, wishing that the attendant was male so she could ask him to kiss the body parts that were surrendering the hair. Perhaps those kisses would turn into more and he could lick her wounds. As she thought through that scenario, she realized that her female attendant could accomplish the same thing. It was the first time since college that Karen had given any thought to how a woman might take care of another woman. She almost burst out laughing at herself, but she admitted to herself that she was getting hornier by the hour, maybe even by the minute. Ron Griffith would never know what hit him this evening.

Karen checked her cell phone and noticed that Andrew had called several times, but left no messages. While she was curious, she didn't want anything to break her concentration, so she stifled the impulse to call him back. Late in the afternoon, she stopped by the dress place and confirmed the fit by trying it on. She was eminently satisfied with the look that it gave her, an impression that was validated when a passing male turned his head and focused his attention on her. She returned to the dressing room, removed the garment, and put on her regular clothes for the trip home.

She gathered the kids and had them home before five. She didn't really expect Andrew to be on time, so she made plans to get ready quickly. She put all her clothes and items she was taking for the evening into the spare bedroom. She packed a duffle bag with a change of clothes, and then decided on two changes. She added toiletries to the duffle bag, followed by her container of KY-jelly. She accurately reasoned that, if Andrew stayed, he would likely make use of the lubricant, and if he didn't stay, then Karen would give Ron a chance to use it. She went back to the master bedroom and drew water for the tub. She made it hotter than she could stand, assuming that it would cool before Andrew arrived. All the time she made those preparations, she stayed in contact with the kids, keeping them active and entertained. It was a remarkable achievement, even if she was the only one who could appreciate it.

Andrew pulled up at 5:45 and hurried in the house. Karen welcomed him with a kiss, and then gave him strict instructions to stay with the children until she had completed her bath. She would let him know when he could go to the master bedroom and get himself ready. Andrew reminded her that the baby sitter would arrive at six-thirty.

"I know," Karen retorted, "but I'm not the one who arrived home later than promised."

Andrew was chastened and hurried off to corral the kids before the exchange could escalate and get him in more trouble. Karen dashed to the bathroom and immersed herself in the water. It was still warm, perhaps not as warm as she originally wanted, but sufficient to the task. She rubbed her entire body from toes to neck with scented body wash and lotion. By the time she finished, her nipples were as hard as nails. She took great care not to get her hair damp at all, and not to wash away any of the makeup on her face. She drained the tub and dried herself, then applied scented body ointment all over. She had looked for the aroma she had smelled on Andrew's cock several weeks back, but couldn't quite identify it. Instead she applied an ointment that the clerk said would drive men wild. She applied a generous amount to her breasts, to her genitalia, and to her ass, both the cheeks and the valley.

When that task was completed, she wrapped a towel around her and headed for the guest bedroom. She stepped inside, then leaned out the door and told Andrew he could have the bathroom. She locked the door behind her. Glancing at the clock she saw it was 6:10. She had twenty minutes before the baby sitter arrived. Well, that was all the time that Andrew had too, she reasoned.

Andrew asked Hannah and Amanda to keep watch over Prescott, and he dashed off to the bedroom. Karen was nowhere to be found, but he didn't have time to look for her. He showered in five minutes, shaved and dressed in twelve. He emerged from the bedroom just as the doorbell rang. He answered the door to see Kelli looking absolutely stunning. She wasn't dressed provocatively at all. In fact, she was casual, ready for an evening with children. But she had applied make up that made her look fabulous. Andrew also knew each curve that was modestly hidden beneath her casual attire.

Kelli followed Andrew's invitation to come meet the kids. He explained to the children as he already had before, that Kelli was there to help, and that she was in charge. They were to obey her, just as they would mom and dad. Andrew took Kelli to the kitchen and showed her where the food they ordered was waiting. He demonstrated the microwave to warm it up. He also showed her the selection of books that could be read to the kids for bedtime and reminded everyone that 8:00 was bedtime.

While he was explaining those things, Karen emerged from the guest bedroom like a butterfly from a cocoon. She was radiant and drop-dead gorgeous. Kelli saw her and thought, ‘Uh-oh, Karen is serious competition for the team members. Andrew is nuts to let her be with someone else.' She felt a strong twinge of envy.

Andrew's jaw dropped, and he stopped his instructive narrative mid-sentence. He couldn't even tell anyone what he was going to say next. Karen was a dreamboat. He thought, ‘Uh-oh, I'm in trouble now. I would never be able to talk her out of being with Ron. And Ron would be crazy to turn her down.' His stomach sank and twisted in knots. This was a bad mistake, but for totally different reasons than he had ruminated upon all day. He closed his mouth before he drooled all over himself.

"Uh, wow, sweetheart, you look great!" He regained a sense of his surroundings but remained distracted by the beauty who was his wife. "Uh, Karen, this is Kelli. She's from work and agreed to stay with the kids until we get back. Kelli, this is Karen, my wife."

Kelli noted the pride in Andrew's voice. "Pleased to meet you, Karen. Thanks for being willing to share your children. I'm looking forward to having fun with them."

"It's nice meeting you, Kelli. Andrew speaks very highly of you. I'm sure he's showed you around the kitchen and explained that the kids should be in bed by eight." She leaned forward toward Kelli and whispered, "or eight-thirty." She grinned at the brunette, "We'll be late, probably eleven, maybe later. Will you be alright with that?"

Kelli was careful not to allow a smug look to cross her face. She simply smiled, and said, "I'll be okay. I have a book to read, and there's always TV if I get desperate."

Karen smiled sweetly at her. "Thanks so much for doing this." She turned to Andrew. "Time to go," she said.

Andrew shrugged at Kelli and gave her a wink behind Karen's back. He turned to the kids. "Good bye, wharf rats. Be good and mind Miss Kelli." He gave each one a kiss, and followed after their mother.

Karen stood at the door. Andrew started to open the door. Karen looked down at the duffle bag partially hidden in the corner of the foyer. While Andrew showered, Karen had made a mad dash half-naked with the duffel bag to store it in that location. "Take that with us," she said softly. Andrew picked up the duffel bag and followed her out the door.

He tossed the bag into the back seat and put Karen in the car. When he got in, he asked, "What's in the bag?"

"Insurance," Karen replied.

On the way to the hotel, Andrew said, "Wow, you look fabulous."

"Yes, you said that before. Thank you." Karen didn't want to talk about how she looked, or what was expected, or anything. Attempting to change the topic, she said, "Kelli seems very nice. What does she do at work?"

Andrew explained that she was in finance, and he had met her though various meetings. She was very responsible, and single, and volunteered to watch the kids. The explanation seemed to satisfy Karen, not requiring further explanation.

They rode part of the way in silence. Andrew's silence was out of confusion and a sense of apprehension. He wondered about this extraordinary mysterious woman riding in the car with him. Her beauty and her aroma were intoxicating. Andrew wanted to take her to a different hotel, or to the penthouse. Karen's silence was more out of nervousness. She was very uncertain that she could pull this off. She held tightly to her small clutch purse. As a diversion, she mentally reviewed its contents, items carefully selected: lipstick, eyebrow pencil, a small mirror, two hundred dollars in twenties, a solitary credit card as an emergency back-up, her cell phone switched to off, the house key, KY-jelly, and a tube of the ointment containing what remained of the balm she had spread over her body after her bath.

When they arrived at the hotel, Andrew let her off at the entrance. A bellhop assisted her out of the car and offered to valet park the car. Andrew, still thinking in the economy mode despite his sudden increase in salary and impending bonus, declined and parked the car in the closest available spot, not far from the front door. He hurried from the car into the lobby. He found Karen there, waiting for him as she surveyed the room. Andrew noticed that every male eye present was fixed on her. He walked up to her, offered his arm which she took, and started toward the elevators. "I have to stop at a house phone and call Ron," he said softly.

"Alright," Karen answered in an equally soft voice. She knew it was time to brighten up and lighten the tension, although she rather enjoyed Andrew's obvious discomfort. Well, he had asked for it, now he would get it and see how he liked it, whatever it was.

Andrew made the call, instructing Ron to go to the top floor, where the hotel's five-star restaurant was located. They agreed to meet in the elevator lobby there. Andrew escorted Karen into the nearest open elevator and punched the top floor button. Soon they were winging their way to the top. On the way, Karen turned to Andrew and said, "Sometime before too long, you must go to the men's room. I need a minute with Ron."

"What for?" Andrew asked dumbly and possessively.

"Insurance," Karen said. "To make sure this crazy idea of yours works, or at least has a chance."

When they arrived, they only had to wait a minute before Ron emerged from an elevator. He looked around and spotted them. He took two steps toward them before he stopped and drank in Karen's incredible beauty. He was in awe of this gorgeous creature. Andrew almost laughed aloud when he realized Karen had stopped Ron dead in his tracks. The two men shook hands. Ron looked at Karen. "My, god, girl, you are gorgeous." He held his arms open for a hug. She lit up the area with a dazzling smile and floated into those arms for an embrace.

Moments later they were seated at a half-circular table in front of a circular cushioned seat with a spectacular view of the night time city lights. Karen was in the middle with Ron on her left and Andrew on her right, each one a respectable distance from her. They both preferred the spectacular view that was Karen over the comparatively drab city view. The lighting in the area was soft, and indirect, yet strong enough that Karen could make out their images reflected on the glass when she concentrated. The ambiance cast shadows on Karen and a flickering candle softened her beauty into a magical image of enchantment.

Individually and without comment, they each noticed that they were secluded by greenery between and behind the booths. Although they could hear a soft buzz of conversation around them, the words were indistinct, offering comfort that their own communication would be private. It was as if they were alone on an island overlooking the world.

The waiter appeared and took their drink order. Karen noted that all of them passed on the alcohol. Andrew and Ron launched into an entertaining and delightful conversation, discussing family and events. Karen relaxed as the conversation flowed. She asked questions about Ron's children and about Sally and eagerly caught up on the latest happenings at the Griffith house. The waiter returned with their drinks and took their meal order. The conversation resumed with Ron asking Karen about the kids. She gushed enthusiastically about her favorite topic and disclosed Hannah and Amanda's school successes. The salads arrived and the conversation continued by catching Karen up with different friends and former coworkers she knew at GHI.

Andrew listened to the conversation and rushed through most of his salad. When the other two paused to take a bite of their salad, Andrew slid over to the edge of the seat. "If you two will excuse me, I need to make a quick nature call." Ron nodded acknowledgement and Karen looked up at him with sparkling, grateful eyes expressing her thanks. Andrew nodded, acknowledging her silent communication and took off on his mission.

Karen leaned toward Ron and placed her left hand on his arm, showing Andrew's diamond and wedding band in the soft light. "Ron," she said softly in a pleading voice. "Please, go along with this evening. It's something that Andrew has planned and wants to happen."

Ron looked at her without understanding or even a clue about what she was saying. He started to ask, "W...?" but Karen squeezed his arm and said, "Please don't ask, just go along with it. It's something Andrew wants to do for you." Again she squeezed his arm, then dropped her hand to her lap. She continued to lean toward Ron as she reached out to find Ron's thigh. She felt awkward doing so, but when she located his leg, she moved her hand as high on the inside of his thigh as she could go without leaning further. She squeezed his leg and tugged it toward her. Ron shifted slightly, moving about a foot closer to her. She reached his crotch and cupped his balls. He was too surprised to have an erection yet, but one certainly began forming immediately. She removed her hand and returned her attention to the salad. Ron sat there in stunned silence for a brief moment, then inched closer to her and ran his own hand over her thigh, moving up toward her crotch. Without looking up or at him, Karen parted her legs slightly. He took advantage of the subtle invitation and brushed her pussy through the layers of cloth. Karen took a bite of her salad and chewed on it while she looked at the faint reflection on the window which clearly revealed his hand between her legs.

Ron hesitated to break the spell, but he was full of questions. This just did not make sense to him. He started to say something, but Karen shushed him immediately, and Andrew returned a few seconds later. Ron deftly withdrew his hand and Karen closed her legs.

To deflect Ron's obvious confusion, Karen asked them to tell her about the meetings they had conducted today. Andrew jumped right in, praising Ron and commenting on how smoothly he handled things. Ron agreed that events had progressed nicely and expressed his confidence that business objectives would be met.

Dinner was served and the two men talked on about business and negotiating ploys, each regaling with stories about their companies. Karen toyed with her food, asked occasional questions, and laughed at their witticisms. Karen hadn't eaten very much of her meal, but she wasn't hungry. When the waiter came by asking if she was through, she said yes. Both men had already polished off their food. They all three declined dessert. When the check arrived, Ron wanted to put it on the room, but Andrew insisted on paying and produced his new company credit card. Slightly over an hour had elapsed since they arrived. All three fell silent, lost in their own thoughts and in the wonderment of the deepening night sprawling before them.

Andrew signed the slip when it returned. As they prepared to leave the table, he suggested, "Ron, do you mind if we show Karen your room? I'd like her to see what a nice suite looks like."

"No, not at all. That would be nice," Ron replied. He had almost put the touchy-feely exchange with Karen earlier out of his mind as something that hadn't really happened, except in his fantasy dreams. Now the memory came back and he wondered what role Andrew's innocent suggestion was moving toward. As they left the room, Ron watched her gently sway and noticed male eyes around them turning to take in this exquisite creature they were accompanying. In the elevator lobby while they were waiting, Ron checked out their images in the mirror. Karen looked fabulous from any angle. Andrew looked upward tracking the arrival of an elevator, and Ron leered into the reflective glass.

In the elevator, Ron punched his floor, just a couple of floors down, and held the elevator door for them when they reached the right floor. He pointed in the direction they needed to go and followed his friends until he said, "Wait, I think this is it. Let's try the card and see." Sure enough the light flashed green and the handle turned. They went inside.

Karen surveyed the place immediately upon entering. She was surprised to find multiple rooms in the suite, noticing first the family room, den, kitchen, dining type room to the right. She wandered to the left and discovered two bedrooms. Ron had obviously occupied the larger bedroom to the left. There were some dirty clothes strewn about the room, over the arm of a stuffed chair. She entered the room and walked around, meandering beyond the king-sized bed over to the window and checked out the impressive view of the city. She turned around and peered back at the two men who had followed her Into the room standing there with their mouths hanging open in wonderment and longing.

Ron tried to make it to the stuffed chair to gather and hide his clothing. He found it difficult to keep his eyes off the enchanting vision by the window. He managed to toss his clothing out of sight in a corner by the bed. He looked back at Andrew and saw that his eyes were glued on his wife as she paraded in front of the window. Ron wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he elected to let the scenario play itself out.

Karen verified that both sets of male eyes were on her. She felt it was time to get things rolling or to bail on the project. She noticed Ron glance at Andrew, as if for approval, or something. As she stood by the window, she spread her legs and put one hand on her hip. With the other hand, she reached behind her and slowly lowered the zipper on her dress, not all the way, but close. She took a step toward the end of the bed where she could return to her two male admirers. One step that was all. She held her arms out and began shaking her upper torso back and forth. The dress slipped off her shoulders, sliding down to be caught by her jutting breasts. Karen dropped her arms and shook her torso back and forth. The dress escaped her breasts, revealing glorious twin peaks that begged for attention. Her brown areolas beckoned Ron and Andrew's focus and her erect nipples stood out like pencil erasers. She freed her arms from the dress' sleeves. She took another step down the path at the end of the bed. Her body and breasts swayed enticingly.

Karen placed her hands on her hips and forced the dress down perhaps an inch. Her breasts tapered off into a slender waist, revealing muscle tone that surprised her husband and pleased Ron. Karen sashayed around the bed, shaking her hips. About half way around the bed, the dress fell from those delectable hips, landing in a clump around her ankles. She kicked the dress aside, standing there bare from the waist up, a sheer white slip covering her hips and thighs almost to the knees. She pivoted, showing magnificent buttocks beneath her trim, shapely waist. Stepping forward and reaching the corner of the bed nearest Andrew, Karen hooked her fingers in the waistband of her slip and pushed it past her hips, allowing that garment to join the dress on the floor. She stepped forward out of the crumpled slip, clad only in lacy panties, a garter belt, stockings, and high-heeled stiletto shoes. Her shapely legs had a come-hither sheen to them.

Andrew wanted to step forward and help her finish her strip tease. She moved maddeningly slow. He reminded himself that this was mainly for Ron's benefit and noticed that Karen paid more attention to Ron, although she regularly glanced at Andrew looking for any reaction. Andrew licked his lips and nodded approvingly. His hard-on was throbbing. He was excited beyond belief watching his wife strip before another man while he watched. He wanted to tear off his clothes, but refrained, watching to see how this played out.

Ron was waiting for some word or sign from Andrew, but his eyes focused on the beguiling apparition dancing around the bed, heading in his general direction. He felt awkward. He wanted to grab this woman whom he loved and make mad, passionate love to her. He was restrained from taking any action by the presence of her husband. This did not make sense.

Karen completed her journey around the end of the bed and headed toward Ron, stopping mid-way and sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked at her husband, then back at Ron. No one said anything because no one wanted to disrupt the show or break the spell.

Ron shifted, moving slightly toward Karen. He looked back at Andrew. Andrew made a gesture, tipping his head in Karen's direction and extending an open hand toward her while looking at Ron. The body language suggested, ‘be my guest.' Ron needed no further encouragement. Thinking, ‘Andrew, you're crazy to let this happen,' Ron moved to the side of the bed and stood beside Karen. He reached down and tilted her head toward him.

As she looked up at Ron, Karen reached out to unfasten his belt and pants.

"Is this what you meant?" Ron asked softly.

Karen smiled and nodded almost unnoticeably, hissing a whispered "Yes." Her eyes danced with delight that Ron was responding to her. She completed the task of releasing his pants and tugged at them, bringing them to his knees. Ron kicked off his shoes and began removing his shirt with a sense of urgency. If Andrew was going to call this off, he would need to do so in a hurry, Ron decided. Ron tossed his shirt aside and peeled off his undershirt. Karen placed a shoe-covered foot on the pants around Ron's knees and shoved them down to his ankles. Ron awkwardly stepped out of them while Karen reached for the bulge in his briefs.

She fished out Ron's sizeable erection, crossed her legs and leaned forward to kiss the crown of his cock. It had been a long time since she had seen him. He seemed larger than before, but she knew that was probably her imagination. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his member, and traced its length with her tongue, paying special attention to the bulging veins in his instrument.

Andrew grew fascinated as he watched this transpire. His reluctant, reserved wife had always been disinclined to consider anything outside their marital relations. Now she was holding and sucking another man's cock right in front of him. That was what he had wanted for years now, and she was making it a reality. His heart pounded with excitement and burst with pleasure at what his lovely wife was doing. Even as he experienced those feelings, he acknowledged that this was way out of the norm. Perhaps that's why he felt so thrilled by the action he witnessed. He rubbed his erection through his pants.

Ron watched Karen's pretty face as her tongue darted about his stiff stalk. Her eyes looked up at him. She smiled. "You're sure about this?" Ron softly asked her.

She nodded, said, "Yes," and popped his cock in her mouth, watching him all the while.

Ron looked over at Andrew. Karen's husband was intently watching them. Ron noticed he was rubbing his crotch while checking out the action. Ron waved to signal Andrew to come closer. Andrew moved to Ron's side, looking down as his wife bobbed her head back and forth on their friend's erection. "Are you sure about this?" Ron asked Andrew.

Andrew looked at Ron. "Yes, I am, Ron. I am sure. Go for it." He looked back down at his wife with her mouth stretched around the probe in her throat. She couldn't smile right then, but her eyes twinkled as they shifted between the two men. Karen's right hand was gripping Ron's cock and holding it in her throat. She reached up with her left hand and rubbed her husband's erection through his pants.

Ron heard Andrew's consent and watched the action between husband and wife while the pretty wife sucked his cock. ‘Alright, then,' Ron thought. ‘Let's find out what the plans are.' He looked at Andrew. "Are you going to just watch, are will you be participating?"

"It's up to you, Ron, my friend. It's up to you."

Ron looked at him like he really didn't know this man, this husband of his good friend Karen. The same Karen who had shared Spontaneous Combustion with him in a wild lovemaking session some three and a half years earlier, and who had taken great pains to hide the incident from her husband. This was the same husband standing there with her hand on his crotch while she sucked Ron's dick. This was crazy, but Ron decided he would be equally crazy to pass up another opportunity to make love with Karen, especially with her husband's permission to do so. Andrew was nuts to let this happen, Ron concluded. Nuts, because Ron knew the magic that he had shared with Karen before, and was determined to make magic happen again. "Well, you can't join in with your clothes on, Andrew. If you're going to watch, then watch. If you're going to participate, get naked." Ron had never shared a woman with another man before, so he didn't exactly know how this would play out, but he knew that Andrew and Karen knew each other's bodies, well, intimately. Ron figured that he could hold his own, but was curious about how the other two would handle this adventure.

Andrew immediately began removing his shirt. He stepped back away from the other two to kick away his shoes and remove his pants, trying to watch Karen suck Ron while he removed his clothing. When he was naked, he moved back into position next to Ron. Karen grabbed his cock and began moving her head back and forth between the two erections, jerking her hand at the one that was not in her mouth at the moment. Andrew reflected that the two cocks were comparable. Why is it that all men seemed to want to compare their equipment to the next guy? Well, since his wife's hand was around the two cocks staring her in the face, it only seemed natural to him.

Karen wasn't concerned with comparison. She was intrigued that Andrew had managed to pull this scenario off. She had never been with two men at the same time before either, and she didn't exactly know how to behave, so she kept licking and sucking the two sticks like a girl in a candy store. That these two were her two most favorite men in the world increased her growing desire to make this a special, memorable occasion for each of them. She was also curious as to how they would cooperate to take care of her. From her experience with each of them, she was confident they would.

Ron was first to make a move. Shortly after Andrew joined in, Ron watched Karen as she sucked her husband, recognizing her familiarity with the process. She certainly knew how to administer great head. During one of the times Karen had Andrew's cock embedded in her throat, Ron reached down and tweaked a nipple, then caressed the breast associated with that nipple. Karen moaned approvingly at the stimulation. Ron brushed her cheek with his other hand, while that cheek was full of her husband's cock. That was an interesting sensation, feeling the stiffness of Andrew's probe through Karen's cheek.

Andrew watched Ron's caress of Karen's breast, heard her moaning response, and felt Ron's fingers through Karen's cheek. That was eerie. Andrew joined Ron in playing with Karen's body by reaching down to play with her other breast. Karen moaned again and breathed heavily around Andrew's cock.

Karen's excitement elevated when Ron teased her nipple and accelerated further when her husband did the same. Having a cock in each hand intrigued her. Her anticipation increased, pushing aside some of the apprehension she had experienced leading up to this circumstance. Having taken the lead by stripping almost immediately, she was content to now let the men advance the experience. Her body was certainly reacting favorably now. Her mind had created desire mingled with fear leading up to the moment. Now desire came forward to dominate.

Ron felt her tremble with excitement as she switched her mouth back to his cock. The warmth of her mouth around him felt incredible, and somehow the fact that her husband was watching added to the bizarre stimulation he was enjoying. He was ready to move forward and begin to pleasure Karen, but hesitated because of the unusual circumstances and remarkable events taking place. When Karen came up for air and released his cock from the suck trap her mouth had become, Ron applied gentle pressure to her torso and breast which compelled her to flop on her back on the bed. "Let's play with her like she's been playing with us," Ron suggested to Andrew. "That'll be fun. What do you think, Karen? Would you like that?"

Karen nodded, and said, "Help me take off my panties." She reached down and unfastened the garter belt from her stockings. Then Andrew and Ron worked together to slide her panties down her legs. They tossed the lacy garment aside.

Andrew was astonished. His wife had removed all her pubic hair making her clam completely bald. She had always kept it neatly trimmed, but never before had he seen her this smooth. Impulsively, he reached down to stroke it, forgetting that he wanted to watch Ron with her first, and participate second. The touch, however, was electric, both for Andrew, and for his wife. She spread her legs to give him better access, bumping into each of the two men in the process. She rolled her lower body, undulating under his touch, sucking in air and moaning softly in response. Andrew noticed that she was damp, as wet and well-lubricated as he had ever detected before. So, she was thinking about this, planning for this, and excited about doing it. That knowledge, that realization, excited Andrew and caused him to remember Ron. "Wow, she's juicy, really juicy." Andrew commented. "You like this, don't you babe?" he said to Karen.

Involuntarily, Karen nodded. She did like this, but did not want to admit it right now, especially to her husband, and certainly not to herself. She hunched her pelvis up against his touch, attempting to lure, to trap the hand that was teasing her.

Karen was not successful with her trap, but did seduce Ron into taking another step. He suggested to Andrew, "Let me take care of that. You crawl in bed and keep her mouth occupied." With that instruction given, Ron lowered his face to Karen's smoldering honey pot and enjoyed the savory flavor of the ointment she had so carefully and thoroughly applied mixed with her flowing juices. The blend intoxicated Ron and he lapped at her labia enthusiastically. Immediately Karen felt chills radiate from her pussy and permeate her body. She gasped, squelched a scream and uttered a very happy moan just as her husband perched his knees near her head and offered his cock as a diversion. She gladly took it, sucking it hungrily into her mouth. She grabbed it with her right hand although Andrew was stationed at her left. She reached down with her left to hold Ron's head between her legs.

Andrew felt her enthusiasm and excitement as she engulfed his cock. His eyes gravitated from watching her lips stretched around his cock down to where she gripped Ron's hair. He noticed her diamond and wedding band on the hand clasping that head tightly to her sex. Andrew grinned, enjoying the sight of his wife writhing beneath a very active tongue while she whimpered around his own cock. This was just what he'd wanted for years. Well, part of what he wanted, anyway. He couldn't wait to watch her reaction when Ron lunged into her. He contented himself to listening to her muffled, "M-m-mf-f" as Karen's body shook beneath Ron's attention and her head bobbed wildly and erratically on his own cock. This was wildly erotic, much more so than when he shared Stacy with Oscar. This was Karen, his Karen, spreading her legs for Ron, something Andrew had never quite believed she would do. That she was actually doing it right now excited him beyond belief.

Karen's reaction to Ron's effort was immense. Earlier in the day her wax treatment had removed every hair on her body below her neck. That painful action had set her nerve endings afire with irritation. Now that sensitivity translated to pure pleasure as Ron's tongue explored her valley from the insides of her thighs all the way to the top of her crevice. Her abdomen rumbled, her hips quaked, her toes curled, and her torso shivered as the tender, tingling nerve endings erupted in a massive fireworks display, shooting exciting, thrilling explosions throughout her body. Her chest heaved and her nipples prickled, begging for a touch. Karen screamed around her husband's cock and brought her hands to her breasts to relieve the longing and to stimulate the pleasurable sensation. Her mind went blank and her body bucked and thrashed wildly as electric shots of intense blissful excitement discharged throughout her being. The eruption was complete and total. Aftershocks kept rolling, surging, eliciting more gasps and screams of pure delight. Karen wasn't thinking at the instant, but if she were, surely she would decide that this was a comprehensive orgasmic blast without equal in her experience. And the waves of pleasure continued.

When the waves of excitement abated some and the high-pitched squeals subsided, returning verbal control to her brain, Karen begged, "Fuck me, oh, gawd, fuck me. Somebody fuck me now. Hurry. Oh, my, oh my, please fuck me now." The urgency to have cock inside her, something to fill that fiery canyon was greater than she could remember.

Andrew watched spellbound as Ron lifted his head from Karen's smoldering valley. With deliberate patience, Ron positioned himself between Karen's legs, now spread wide to offer the greatest access, and an unobstructed view for Andrew. Ron glanced up at Andrew, saw him wide eyed with a silly, school-boy grin on his face. Ron looked at Karen. Her eyes were half-closed, but he could see she was peering at him beneath the lids. Her mouth had abandoned Andrew's cock, but she had re-clasped it in her hand. She wiggled and squirmed, silently willing him to invade her. Finally she spoke, just above a whisper. "Hurry, oh, please hurry, Ron. I need you. I need you to fuck me." Ron responded by running his cockhead the length of her slit, starting at the top where her sensitive clit hurled bolts of pleasing agitation through her hips and abdomen. From there, Ron guided his probe down the fissure, dislodging juicy labia in route to her slot. Once he reached the destination, Ron rested his cockhead at the entrance, building anticipation. Then he repeated the journey to the clit and back. This time at her opening he gently shoved and the invasion was underway.

Andrew was enthralled at Ron's technique and amazed at his wife's reaction. She uttered a little low cry of accomplishment when Ron started in, then bucked against him, gasping, trying to get him deeper. Ron expertly moved with her in an erotically effective dance, so only about an inch more slipped into her. Karen responded by demanding, "Fuck me, Ron, oh, gawd, fuck me now. Fuck me hard." Andrew observed that his wife had utterly abandoned any thought or awareness of his presence there, even as an observer, except for the vise-grip she had on his cock. She seemed oblivious to anything but Ron and his expert invasion. Her focus was on his phallus and her objective was to induce it to plunge deep into her body. Andrew almost creamed all over her in his own excitement at witnessing this performance.

Ron shifted his hips, stirring his probe within Karen's vagina. She had captured nearly half of his length and was begging for more. Ron attempted a retreat, but Karen's stocking covered legs clasped around his hamstrings, preventing a complete evacuation. It was as if she had anticipated his move, and in fact, she had. Ron responded with a determined lunge, shoving his manhood in to the hilt. Their groins collided, crushing her clit and sending chills and thrills throughout Karen's torso. She gasped and cried out in pleasure then launched her body in rapid fire jerks entrapping his meat within her. Then Ron and Karen assumed a rhythm, each withdrawing and slamming together in practiced unison. Karen's left hand wandered aimlessly from squeezing her breasts, to lightly scrapping Ron's chest with her fingernails, to reaching out and grasping the sheets as their bodies collided with increasing fervor and passion. Another orgasm was building within her. She squealed in anticipation and released her husband's cock to place both hands on Ron's hips and guide the relentless rhythm his pummeling had become. "Come on, come on. Give it to me. Cum in me, Oh, Ron, oh, Ron, gawd, fuck me."

Ron lunged and plunged, coaxing another massive explosion within Karen's body and detonating his own discharge as he flooded her with his molten stream. Karen continued wiggling and writhing beneath him as he spurted within her. Andrew watched with fascination as the two surged their bodies together and collided with pleasure at the groin before collapsing in a satisfied heap of intertwined flesh. They remained connected, Ron's cock embedded in Karen's twat, for several moments while Karen recovered her senses.

Karen smiled happily as Ron brushed a lock of hair from her face. Then she remembered Andrew, and turned her head to locate him. He had not moved from his position kneeling near her head. She noticed the silly grin on his face. That squelched the shudder of anxiety that Karen momentarily felt at her realization that her husband had just watched her get royally fucked by another man. Karen smiled back at Andrew as if to say, ‘there, you got what you wanted. Are you happy now?' She did not say a word. Instead, she began disentangling herself from Ron's embrace. His member vacated her in the process, leaving a stringy blob of gooey sperm behind. Karen pivoted her body and opened her legs in front of Andrew's kneeling figure. It was an open invitation to her husband to mount her and enjoy sloppy seconds. She held her arms out toward him. She was ready, if not eager, for more fucking.

Andrew glanced at Ron as he relocated the short distance required to connect his own cock with Karen's love canal. Ron shifted on the bed, giving the married couple a little more room to copulate. He watched with amused interest as Andrew settled between Karen's outstretched legs. It was the first time Ron had ever witnessed anyone else performing the sex act live and in person. He suffered a momentary awkward feeling as he watched Andrew mount the woman Ron had just fucked. Was there an element of reclaiming territory there? Ron wasn't sure if that came into play as Andrew sank into his wife, but Ron felt a pang of jealousy as Karen reacted by gyrating her hips and moaning her obvious approval and enjoyment.

Andrew enjoyed the sensation of slipping and sliding in and out of Karen, stirring creamy juices that included another man's sperm deposits. It was a wildly erotic feeling, one he couldn't quite identify, but one that enhanced his excitement at the occasion. He wanted to pleasure his woman, but he recognized that she had just enjoyed a superb climax and his own pleasure stick was clamoring for release from its own tension and pressure.

Ron watched as Andrew threw his head back, closed his eyes and pumped vigorously into his wife. Karen wiggled, moaned, and encouraged her husband, "Yes, yes, oh, yes." Ron wondered what the determined look on Andrew's face indicated as Andrew rocked in and out of her relentlessly. Impulsively Ron reached over and pinched one of Karen's nipples in a tentative intrusion into their lovemaking. Karen gasped as a thrill surged from that contact, igniting her clit where Andrew's pounding was hammering her. She yelped and pumped her own body up against her husband while reaching over to grab Ron's slime covered phallus and pull him toward her mouth. Her body burst into frenzied activity, reacting to cock invading both ends. Her bottom gyrated enthusiastically against her husband's persistent incursion, and her head bobbed back and forth slurping Ron's semi-rigid member.

Andrew opened his eyes to see what caused Karen's sudden outbreak of passion and muffled cries. When he saw her with Ron's cock buried in her face and felt her furious activity aimed at his own cock, he lunged deeply into her with passionate enthusiasm, crushing her pleasure button in the process. That tender morsel flashed electric waves throughout Karen's body and trigged another volcanic eruption within her. She screamed around Ron's cock and bounced her body on the bed trying to extend the pleasure and devour more of her husband's deep penetration. Andrew lost it, and launched his own seed into his wife's womb, adding his juices to the mixture of hers and Ron's. Karen swallowed Ron's cock, gagging as waves of pleasure and orgasmic release flooded her body. She tried to scream her approval, but the massive manhood in her mouth impeded her. She felt smothered, and from a distance her brain communicated to her that she couldn't breathe in her situation. Finally she pushed Ron away, gasped for air, and grabbed her collapsing husband to pull him tightly to her.

Ron sat on the bed beside them, burning the image of Karen's legs quivering while wrapping tightly around Andrew's now motionless body. Her arms clasped together around Andrew's back. His chest pressed tightly against her breasts, crushing them. His face was buried in the bed beside her cheek. Karen's glassy eyes came around to focus on Ron as he sat there. Karen's lips moved and mouthed a silent, "Thank you," as she came back to the present. Ron winked at her, but sat there silent and immobile while the two married partners recovered their breathing.

It took Andrew a little while to regain his senses and roll off of his wife. When he did so, Karen took a deep breath and thought to herself, ‘did I really just do this - fuck two men?' She looked around reaffirmed her surroundings. ‘Yep, I just fucked two men, my husband and my best friend Ron, together. And I loved it. And I love them.' She sat up and drew her legs together. She looked from one naked man to the other. Her husband was lying stretched out beside her while Ron sat on the bed a few feet away. Karen leaned over her husband and searched his eyes. Her hair fell off her shoulders and framed his face. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

He nodded.

"Are you happy?" she asked.

He nodded more enthusiastically.

"You're happy that I got fucked by Ron?" Her whispers were soft, so that only Andrew could hear.

Again, Andrew nodded.

"Good," she said a little above the whisper. She slapped his arm playfully, and then turned to Ron. "And how are you, Mister? Are you feeling okay with this?"

Ron shrugged. "I'm okay. How are you? What on earth are you two thinking? You didn't have to do this!"

"Oh, yes we did," they both said simultaneously, then laughed at each other.

Andrew propped himself on his elbow. "Ron, you've been a good friend to us and have done so much for us. We just wanted to thank you for all your help. Things have happened at work - terrific things, and none of them would have happened without you."

Ron looked disbelievingly at the naked man and wife in front of him. Conscious of his own nakedness, he said, "A simple ‘thank you' would have been fine, but this ... this ... Don't you think this is a bit of overkill?"

Andrew laughed, but Karen nodded almost imperceptibly, smiling as she did so. Andrew said, "Ron, if you only knew how much your help has been and how strong we both feel about you, you wouldn't think its overkill."

Ron acknowledged Karen's nod with a knowing glance, then he shook his head at Andrew's response. "Andrew, I think a lot of you, both of you, and your kids as well, but I don't know if I would express my thanks by sharing a wife. But I'm glad you did. This has been one of the most memorable experiences of my life."

"Has been?" Karen interjected. "I hope you don't think this is over. I'm just waiting for you two to recover. I want more. A lot more from you guys. You've just started my motor running. Now I'm ready to go again."

Andrew groaned, laughed, and fell back on the bed. "See what I mean, Ron? She's too much for one man to handle." Andrew did wonder at his wife, even as he said that. Was she just getting into the role, or had she discovered a sex genie inside her body? If she demanded any more sex from him, it could kill him trying to keep up with her and with the bevy of team members now clamoring for his attention. He would need some serious help to service them all and meet the heavy demands being made of him. Oh, well, at least he would die happy, he thought.

Ron's response was to scoot over to Karen, lean into her and kiss her tenderly; tasting the remnants of their love-making residue she had cleaned off his cock. He gently caressed a breast, out of Andrew's sight. The significance of the loving touch and warm, caring kiss was not lost on Karen. When their kiss finally broke off, she looked at him with adoring eyes. She wanted to throw her arms around him and make passionate love to him again, right there, right in front of her husband. Instead, she shifted her body toward the edge of the bed and tossed out a challenge to her two male service providers, "How soon can you two be ready for more? I'll go freshen up a bit, and you see what you can do to make a girl happy again. Can you ring my chimes one more time?" She bounced off the bed and wiggled her way to the bathroom.

Ron and Andrew looked at each other awkwardly. Andrew sat up and shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? He asked, "She's insatiable."

‘Thank goodness,' Ron thought, but didn't verbalize. "You know, Andrew, that you didn't have to do this for our business."

"I know," Andrew reassured him. "I know that the business decisions were already made and in motion. So this has nothing to do with trying to get more, or really anything to do with GHI and Technical Distribution at all. This is just Ron, Karen, and Andrew. Nothing more."

"Well, I admit I'm relieved to hear that. You already know that our orders won't continue at this pace. You just had a need at the same time we had an opportunity and our plans coincided with your company's need. I've been grateful that you haven't affronted our friendship by offering me entertainment services from your team."

Andrew blanched and choked. "W-what?!? Y-you know about that? H-how? When?" he stammered.

Ron chuckled at Andrew's discomfort. "Andrew, I knew about the Technical Distribution Entertainment Team likely before you did ... well, yes, even before you started working for them. When I was briefed on your company by my predecessor, Paul Harrison, he told me that I could expect that kind of inducement. Ironically, neither of us would have changed the business we did with Technical Distribution because of the availability of recreational sex. We were both focused on what made sense for our company. Even though Harrison participated, it was of no consequence to him or influence on him. Frankly, I would have refused, or intended to do so, before you took over the account, and would have been insulted had you offered it after it was yours. I've been very pleased that you've kept our business relationship at a mutually respected professional level and have been very proud of you for doing so."

Andrew was flabbergasted, but also felt reassured that his instincts about Ron had been correct all along, and that he had withstood the pressure by the company to compromise. "B-but, well, uh, I uh, Ron, I don't know what to say."

"Nothing really to say, Andrew," Ron replied. "We're sitting here on a bed naked. We've just shared Karen in an intimate way. It's not something I expected to happen, nor thought would happen, but I admit I'm not disappointed it did happen."

Andrew nodded. "I understand what you mean. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me."

"And thank YOU for sharing your wife with me," Ron responded. "You know, Andrew, this will change some things. Oh, don't worry. Our business relationship is intact. We'll go on as normal since you've assured me that this had nothing to do with our companies' business with each other." Ron paused. At that moment Karen returned to the room. Ron didn't know it, because his back was to the bathroom, but Karen heard the last part of Ron's remark. He continued, "But some things will change. Now that I've experienced Karen, at your invitation, remember, I will want to see her whenever I come to town, to share my bed with her, so you understand. And I will likely find a way to come to town more often. I don't want you to be alarmed by this, but, since you opened this relationship opportunity, I will not refuse it but will welcome it. I will be discrete, but will have expectations. If you don't want this to happen, you must have Karen tell me she does not want to continue or to see me in this way again."

Andrew's eyes widened with comprehension. This is exactly what Karen had warned him would happen. But his eyes widened more at Karen's timely appearance. She had heard Ron's expectations and stipulations. He knew, and now she knew, that control of the situation and the relationships had passed into her hands. He glanced over Ron's shoulders into his wife's shining, dazzling eyes.

Karen gave her husband a brief, ‘I told you so' look, then she said, "I hope so, Ron. I hope you will come to town more often, and I hope you will want to share your bed with me. I didn't ask for this. I really didn't want it. But now that it has happened, now that it's started, I don't want it to stop." She looked back and forth between Ron and her husband. She recognized that Andrew was in shock, or at least surprised. ‘Dummy,' the thought, ‘what did you expect to happen?' She also saw surprise and perhaps chagrin on Ron's face, probably because she had overheard his ultimatum to Andrew. She was so grateful that Ron was not including this in the business between the two companies. She wanted their relationship to be special, as it was when they shared Spontaneous Combustion, and as it was when they connected moments earlier, and as she hoped it would be in future encounters. She wanted it to be just between and about them. She reflected to herself that she wasn't sure she ever wanted to include Andrew in the mix as a threesome again. She'd have to sort that out later.

"I, uh, I, well I guess I understand," Andrew stammered. He really didn't feel he had a choice in the matter, and recognized that he had been warned of this possible consequence. A brief thought of Susan flashed through his mind and made accepting this more palatable to him. After all, he had been sexually active with various members of the Entertainment Team for nearly a year now, so he really couldn't condemn Karen if she wanted to continue bedding Ron. Especially after he, himself had been insisting that Karen pursue this course of action. Yes, Andrew admitted, he had trapped himself in this conundrum.

As Andrew responded, Karen crawled into bed behind Ron and put her arms around him, pressing her bare breasts and hardened nipples into his back. She draped her arms over his shoulders and snaked one hand down toward his semi-flaccid member. "Are you boys going to be able to get it up again to help a poor girl in need?" she asked them, already knowing the answer from her previous experiences with each of them. She leaned in and kissed Ron on the cheek. "Happy?" she queried, whispering in his ear.

"Yes, very," he whispered back, watching Andrew. "Can you stay the night?"

"Already planning to," Karen whispered back. She looked over at Andrew and tossed him the tube of KY-ointment she had concealed in her hand. She repositioned herself in front of Ron and pushed him back on the bed. "Relax and enjoy," she told him, then lowered her face and slurped his cock into her mouth. Her eye-catching posterior perched above her sloping, arching back and beckoned invitingly to her husband.

Andrew moved behind his wife and uncapped the jelly. He waited until she had achieved some success in rejuvenating Ron's love muscle before lubricating her back door. He watched her head move up and down over Ron's cock. Andrew ran his fingernails lightly over Karen's ass cheeks, something she enjoyed. He raised goose bumps on her skin and smiled as she wiggled her cute, puckered ass. He knew she was encouraging him to get on with it. He kissed her ass cheeks, and rimmed her back door with his tongue. He managed to approach her valley with his tongue. She quivered when he reached around and teased her clit.

Karen enjoyed what her husband was doing. He knew her body so well and was proficient at bringing her pleasure. She continued sucking and licking Ron's cock, watching him watch her as she successfully brought him back to life with a full erection. She suckled his ball sac, enjoying his squirming reaction. She pumped his meat with her left hand, flashing her wedding band and diamond. She lifted her head and looked at Ron. "Are you about ready?" she asked in a low voice.

"Any time," Ron responded.

Karen looked over her shoulder. "Okay, Andrew. Hurry and get on with it. We're about ready."

Andrew lubricated her anus with the jelly and added some to his finger. "Okay, here it comes," he said, plunging his digit into her puckered opening.

Karen moaned approvingly and returned to sucking Ron while Andrew anointed her ass. She waited for Andrew to signal her, her mouth rising and falling over Ron's cock. Finally Andrew touched her hip, tapping it with his free hand, signifying his readiness. He moved closer to her. Karen moved forward, crawling up Ron's torso, leaving Andrew's finger behind in the process. She straddled Ron and lifted one leg to guide him back to her love hole. Once his member was in place at her opening, she eased down on him, taking several inches. She returned her knee to the bed beside Ron's hip and leaned forward, giving him access to her breasts if he wanted. She watched his eyes, smiling encouragingly at him. She silently mouthed, ‘I love you,' at him and sank down, taking several more inches of his manhood into her body.

Ron responded to her declaration by kissing, then suckling her breasts. He lay there passively while she began rocking up and down, controlling the penetration. Soon she had absorbed his entire length into her body. She stopped her bouncing motion and simply ground her pelvic bone into his, crushing her clit against his hardness. She sucked in air as little thrilling sparks darted around her abdomen and hips.

Andrew waited until she quit bouncing and started grinding. Then he added ointment to his cock and aimed it at her back door. When contact was made he slowly initiated the docking process with the precision of a space shuttle. His cockhead entered her sphincter muscle region as Karen relaxed her body to accommodate him. They had performed anal intercourse enough in their marriage that they knew how to do this, but it was the first time they would do it while another cock was occupying her vagina. Still, they moved ahead with practiced coordination.

Karen moaned appreciatively as the initial pain yielded to a pleasurable sensation. She dare not move, but relished the packed feeling she got from Ron's monster embedded in her while Andrew's pushed forward. She was grateful for his gentle incursion. She leaned forward, resting against Ron's chest with her cheek on his shoulder and her lips at his ear. She moaned softly, saying "He's entering me. Can you feel him?"

"Yes," Ron whispered back to her. "It's a weird sensation feeling his cock inside you right next to mine."

Andrew heard the whispered conversation and eased further inside her. She sucked in her breath, and exhaled slowly, saying, "Oh, my, wow, that's, that's, oh, oh, aah, ow, oh, oh, oh." She gently bit Ron's ear. He squeezed a breast and she wiggled atop him as Andrew's massive penetration continued.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked her softly.

"A-a-aag, yes," she hissed back at him. "Yes, yes, just fuck me now. He's a-a-all the w-way in, I th-think. Oh, gawd, yes, fuck me." She lifted her torso from his. Her breasts fluttered over him as Andrew began gently rocking back and forth. She grimaced, bit her lower lip and lowered her head toward Ron's lips. Her hair framed them both. "Now," she said firmly, "Fuck me now." She planted her lips on his and thrust her tongue into his throat.

Ron surged, pushing his cock into her. He was already pretty well fully embedded in her, but he worked at stirring her insides. He felt Andrew moving inside her as well. Karen broke the kiss and lifted herself up panting and gasping as she looked back at Ron with an expression that was a curious mixture of pain and pleasure. She closed her eyes with determination, and then peeked at Ron through nearly shut eyelids.

Andrew gripped her ass cheeks and see-sawed in and out of her, increasing his pace. He started to reach around and flick her clit as he often did when plugging her bunghole. This time, however, he encountered Ron's body. He pulled his hand back quickly, simultaneously recognizing that the bulge he was feeling inside her body was Ron. That thought set him off and he began spurting inside her. The sensation caused him to gasp and withdraw from her with a ‘pop.' He continued spurting, decorating her rump and legs. Some even spilled onto Ron's hairy legs.

Andrew watched as Karen went wild atop of Ron just as soon as he vacated her. She hunched against Ron and encouraged him to counter thrust, asking him by name over and over again to fuck her. Andrew surmised that she had been thinking about this for a long time. The only other conclusion he could come to was that she had done this with Ron before, a thought that he immediately rejected as preposterous. No, she had to have been thinking about this. Well, he had set it up and he had no one but himself to blame if he didn't like it. So he just sat back and watched the show as his wife got off her rocks on another man's cock once again.

When Karen finished with Ron, he just lay there, utterly spent. She rolled off of him and curled up next to him. She looked over and saw her husband looking a little like a mournful lost puppy. She held out her hand to him and signaled him to come join them. He snuggled up to her on the other side. It was a little disconcerting for Andrew that Ron was playing with one of her breasts. Not to be outdone, Andrew teased the other one. Karen enjoyed the warmth of both bodies as she remained silent between them. She may have drifted off to sleep, she didn't think so, but wasn't sure. Some time passed before Andrew stirred and crawled out of bed on the other side. She watched him move around, picking up discarded clothing on his way to the bathroom. When Andrew was gone, Karen turned to Ron and whispered, "Are you asleep?"

"Almost," he said.

"Do you still want me to stay with you tonight?" she asked tentatively.

"Tonight, tomorrow night, as long as we can until I have to fly back."

Karen was pleased with that response. ‘Right answer' she thought. "I can stay tonight, and will see what I can do about the rest of the time. I have to make sure the kids are taken care of."

"What about work?" Ron asked.

"I'm on vacation until next Monday," she said. "I didn't want to miss a chance to be with you if Andrew was going to let this happen."

Ron got up and walked over to the dresser. He found his room keycard and brought it back to Karen. "Here, put this in your purse. You can let yourself back in whenever you can get away. I'll get another one from the desk in the morning." Ron didn't know how she was going to pull off the feat of spending the night with him, but he wasn't going to let anything stand in the way if he could help it.

Andrew returned from the bathroom. "Well, this has been fun." He didn't say ‘we'd have to do it again.' Both Karen and Ron noticed and exchanged a quick smile. Andrew began sorting out the clothes he'd gathered. He brought Karen's over to the bed and set them down near her. He returned and began dressing. "We've got a busy day tomorrow, Ron. We need to get back. We'll see you in the morning."

"In the morning," Ron echoed, nodding. Still naked, he moved away from the dressing couple, over toward the window. He watched their movements reflected palely in the darkened glass. When they were almost dressed, he turned back to the couple. "Andrew, Karen, I don't know what else to say, except that you honored me by sharing with me this way. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You are both very dear to me. Thank you."

Andrew waved a hand and said, "Don't mention it," a reflexive response wholly inappropriate to the situation. Andrew kicked himself mentally, thinking it was time to get back in control.

Both Ron and Andrew watched Karen put the finishing touches on her dressing project. She looked disheveled, her hair tousled, her lipstick needed a touchup, and her beautiful, classy dress appeared unkempt. Ron smiled, thinking this was so unlike Karen that he suspected she was doing it intentionally. Andrew was a little embarrassed for his wife, and made an attempt to help her.

Ron didn't want to shake hands at this departure, so he stayed over by the window. "Forgive me for not walking you to the door," he said, "but I'm not exactly presentable. Just let yourselves out, if you don't mind."

"Not at all," Andrew said, waving at his friend. He helped his wife out of the room, through the vestibule, and out of the door. They staggered down the hall toward the elevators. "Are you alright?" Andrew asked, obvious concern in his voice.

"Gawd, Andrew, I feel so thoroughly fucked, I may not be able to walk straight for a week." She smiled eagerly at her husband. "Did you enjoy this?"

"Oh, yes," Andrew said, encouraged by her response.

"Was it everything you wanted?"

"And more," he admitted. He punched the down button on the elevator.

"Did I make you happy?" Karen probed.

"Yes, sweetheart, very happy." Andrew wondered where this was leading.

"Did I do everything you wanted?"

"Everything, Karen. You were terrific." The elevator door opened, and Andrew helped Karen inside. He punched the lobby button.

"Good, sweetheart. I'm glad." She kissed him tenderly, but without tongue. "I want to stay the night here. I need the duffel bag from the car. It's in the back seat. I'll wait in the lobby while you bring it to me. You'll need to get up and get the kids off to school. Use the van if you like."

Andrew was dumbfounded. She had thought this through. He recognized planning instantly and he recognized that in all his own planning, he hadn't anticipated this contingency, so he had no comeback reaction. The elevator opened to the lobby. Karen walked out a little more erect and much lest wobbly. Andrew followed, stammering, "B-b-but, uh,"

Karen stopped at a couch in the lobby and abruptly sat down. "No ‘buts', Andrew. My mind's made up. Please, go get my stuff and bring it back to me. I'll wait right here."

Andrew saw the set of her jaw and knew that arguing was not a winnable scenario, especially at this location. She had chosen her terrain well. He left and returned in five minutes with the duffel bag she requested.

She stood up, looked him in the eyes and gave a performance drenched with tenderness. She touched his cheek and gave him a loving smile. "Thank you, Andrew, for doing this for me. I know I didn't want to and I fought you on it, but you were right, so right. This was the thing to do. Thank you for sharing the most wonderful experience of my life with me. And don't worry. I love you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just spending the night with a friend." She kissed him tenderly, again, no tongue, then turned and walked rapidly to the elevator. Andrew watched her until the doors closed behind her, and then he left the lobby and drove home.

Back upstairs, Karen let herself into the room. She headed straight for the bedroom, tossed her duffel bag in the general direction of a chair, ripped off her clothes and headed straight for the bed where Ron was already under the sheets watching her.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, everything is perfect," she responded, planting a huge passionate kiss on his lips and seeking out his flaccid cock with her hand as she scooted under the covers with him.

"What did Andrew say?"

"Nothing. What could he say? He is the one who wanted this to happen. He worked hard on me to make it happen." She snuggled in the crook of his arm. "I'm so glad it happened. I thought that I'd never get to hold you, feel you in me, to make love with you like this again."

"Andrew's a fool."

"Yes, but he's my fool. And now I can have you anytime I want ... anytime we can get together, and there's nothing he can do or say about it. I was so proud of you when you told him you'd want to come do this with me more often. It's just what I wanted, but couldn't ask for."

"Why not?" Ron was curious.

"I got scared when I learned this might be a possibility. Thinking back to our Spontaneous Combustion encounter, I wasn't sure you wanted that again."

"You sure thought different when you thought I was setting you up for sex with a college fund for the kids," Ron reminded her

Karen propped herself up on her elbow and gazed on her lover, smiling. "You have a good memory. I admit, I was upset about that. I thought you were trying to manipulate things, well, me into sex. I had enjoyed it so much with you, and I was afraid to let myself go, so I reasoned that it just couldn't happen."

"And now?"

Karen kissed him tenderly. "Now, well, Andrew has gotten what he wants, and I've gotten what I really want, and you, well you're just stuck in the middle, a pawn in our little world of sex and intrigue."

Ron laughed. "I do love you. You know that, don't you, Karen?"

She rested her head on his chest. "I know. I suppose I've known from the beginning. I've loved you too all this time. I just never could see it working out. I thought it was never meant to be."

"Until Spontaneous Combustion."

"Well then, but at the time I thought I would never see you again. That made it alright in my mind."

Ron was silent for a moment. "I still have the panties and the note."

Karen lifted her head. "What panties? What note?"

"The ones you sent me after you moved out here. I had requested them in the hotel room and you wouldn't give them to me. But you sent them back with Andrew. I thought that was gutsy. I've kept them in a hideaway among my tools and manuals in the garage."

"You're sweet. Crazy, but sweet."

They listened to each other breathe for a while. Ron broke the silence, "Karen?"

"Hum-m?"

"Earlier, when you left. You didn't pull yourself together very well - very uncharacteristic of you. You did that deliberately, didn't you?"

Karen lifted her head grinning broadly. "Uh-oh, I'm in deep trouble with you, mister. You know me too well. Yes. I did that so Andrew wouldn't argue with me when I said I wanted to stay here with you. We staggered down the hallway together. I was a mess as a glance in the mirror confirmed. I told him I'd never been so thoroughly fucked in my life - true - and that I didn't think I could walk straight for a week - a slight exaggeration. Anyway, he didn't argue with me. He just went to the car, got my duffel bag, kissed me goodnight and sent me back to you."

"He's a fool."

"Yes, but he's our fool."

They lay together in each other's arms. Again, Ron broke the silence. "So, are you so thoroughly fucked that you can't go again tonight?"

Karen giggled and squeezed his cock. "Watch it, buster. Do you really think you can keep up with me?"

"I aim to try," Ron said, rolling her over for a passionate kiss and an enthusiastic feel of her breasts.

They made love three more times before dawn. Karen enjoyed orgasmic experiences more times than she could count. They caught cat naps between love-making sessions.

--- Author's comments: Now, wasn't that pretty spectacular, as promised? There's more fun, excitement, and sex to come, so keep on keepin' on. The next installment covers the shenanigans that keep Andrew occupied and alert Karen to everything that's going on. You'll be surprise at how this situation is resolved. I know that I was surprised. Watch for the next episode. It's ready for you. Are you ready for it?

--Rhino