I love Tammy. She has been my best friend since high school, but Tammy is nothing if not a full-on slut. She's married, but that doesn't stop her from fucking around on her husband all the time. Her husband, Tom, is actually quite a nice guy, too, but he is apparently oblivious. This isn't some kind of open marriage deal. Tammy just fucks men whenever she gets a yearning. And that turns out to be quite often! "Little Tommy" or "good little boy Tommy," as Tammy sometimes calls her husband, doesn't have a fucking clue about his wife.
If I ever express something like a horrified surprise at some new revelation, and if I ask her how she can keep doing this to Tom, Tammy will tell me: "Oh, don't act so surprised, baby girl. You know I'm a free-range fucker!"
She certainly, fucking, is! Tammy made that comment to me, about "free-range fucking," just about three months ago, after disclosing that she is now fucking her husband's boss. The boss is younger than Tammy, and he has "a really big cock," according to the way Tammy tells it. I have no reason to doubt it, either. I'll take her word. Husband Tom is now being sent out of town on a regular basis, and he has been assigned to conduct a whole string of out-of-state negotiations. Tom thinks it's an honor, but this new responsibility has absolutely zero to do with Tom's great negotiating skills. Tom's boss just wants unfettered access to the pretty little cunt that Tom's wife is making available to him. And Tom's boss wants access to Tammy's ass, too, of course! That's a given!
I hear all about Tammy's exploits in almost real time. Tammy and I are such close friends that we have lunch, or see a movie, or do something together almost every week. Last week, after coming to my house for lunch, Tammy was filling me in on her latest encounters with the boss, whose name is Dylan. While she talked about it, Tammy pulled up her skirt, slipped her hand inside her panties, and started rubbing her pussy. We were sitting on my couch, and were supposedly, but not really, watching afternoon TV. She wasn't even very discrete about it, either.
"Can you smell him on me?" Tammy had asked me, when she first walked in the door before lunch. She had come for the lunch at my house after having indulged herself in quick fuck session on the leather couch in the boss's office, and she was totally out of control. I did smell sex all over her when I answered the doorbell. "Fuck, I love it," she said. It's such a thrill to go to Dylan's office, walk right by all of Tom's coworkers, and then get taken, hard, by his fucking huge cock!
Dylan's frequent use of Tammy's ass is also what inspired Tammy to fill me in about the consequences of anal intercourse. I think she was just trying to shock me. My name is Virginia, incidentally, and I am known as a nice, polite, and very proper woman. Because of that, Tammy calls me "Virginia Vanilla," and teases me for being such a faithful wife. She and everyone else knows my spotless reputation. I am totally devoted to my own husband, who would never even think about putting his prick up my tight little shit chute.
"I love it up the butt," Tammy says, "and Dylan is a master. "You ought to try it. Really! I don't mean with Dylan, of course. I mean with Bill. Come on, Virginia, I bet Bill would do it in a heartbeat if you would only let him know that you really want his prick up your ass. Men love it, I'm telling you, and it makes you cum so fucking hard! Really, you need to try it!"
Bill, as you might surmise, is my husband, and I am almost positive that he would never, ever, want to fuck my ass. In fact, if I ever asked him to do that, he'd probably never fuck me again, period. "If you think I'm vanilla," I tell Tammy, "please consider Bill!"
Tammy knows Bill quite well, and since she does, I don't know how she could possibly sit there with a straight face and suggest that there is even one chance in a million that Bill would fuck my butt. He just wouldn't do it! He would be totally shocked and offended if I suggested it, which is why I would never even mention the idea. I really value my stable situation around the home front, and I try to keep it that way. Suggesting that my husband and I should start exploring what he would definitely think of as "kinky sex" would not help me accomplish that objective. Being known as "Virginia Vanilla" is just fine by me. In fact, I find it quite convenient. Tammy may have known me since high school, but she actually doesn't know me at all. What I am "known as," Virginia Vanilla, and what I really "am," are two quite different things.
Tammy, to make it absolutely clear, is a confirmed slut, and she is happy to proclaim it - at least so long as her oblivious husband doesn't get clued in. I take a different tack. I am kind of a free-range fucker, too, but that's between me and the rooster! Not even Tammy has a clue!
Here is a little for instance, just as an example, to show you how far wrong Tammy has gone in her evaluation of my sexual proclivities. This goes all the way back to our high school days. When Tammy and I were seniors, fast friends even then, I fucked Tammy's Dad AND I fucked her older brother. Not together, of course, and neither of them did my ass, either! During that senior year, I also fucked Mr. James, my calculus teacher. And not just once. I fucked Mr. James at least once a week, and sometimes more often. No anal with him (my devotion to anal came later), but Mr. James liked my pussy so much that he was going to leave his wife. Luckily, I escaped to college before he could do anything irreparable.
Tammy was a slut in high school in just the same way she is today. She is an out-front slut. Admittedly, she does hide it from her husband, but that is her only concession to discretion. As for me, while I am no prude, I am very prudent, and while Tammy doesn't know it, I'm a slut too. However, I hide it from everybody, definitely including Tammy. Nobody will ever know that truth - except the men I fuck, of course, and I make sure to keep them in a separate drawer!
As for anal, I didn't need any lessons from Tammy on that score. I learned how much I love to be butt fucked years ago, and the men I fuck will either fuck my ass or that's the end of them. Other than my husband, of course. Except for him, the men I fuck are all crazed to put their pricks up my ass. Tammy is right. Men love it, and, of course, so do I! I have had a few men who had never done anal before they met me, and they have all ended up being slaves to my ass. If my lovers don't initiate anal, I demand it. Even if there is a little reluctance at the start, maybe sparked by some sort of male modesty, no one has ever showed any hesitation after that first time. With my tight little ass grabbing their tool, right to the root, all of my lovers get off so hard inside my butt that they're like disciples. They'll follow me anywhere to get my ass again!
Pete, who sells fabrics (I buy a lot of fabrics for use in my redecorating business) is a great example. Pete was definitely an "anal virgin" when I met him. I had seen him in the store, several times, and I was totally attracted. He is only twenty-eight (I'm forty-two), and he is like some male pinup. As I found out later, he is also pretty intelligent; he's got some brains besides the body! I probably wouldn't have been attracted if I hadn't intuited that he was smart.
At any rate, in the store, every time I came in, we exchanged glances, but the owner of the store has been working with me for years, and when I come in to buy, I deal with him. I got Pete's name from the owner, casually, without arousing any suspicion, but there was no way Alejandro was going to palm me off on Pete. I am one of Alejandro's best customers, so when I want to look, and when I want to buy, Alejandro is glued to my side.
Thus, if I wanted to get Pete into bed (and I was pretty sure I did), I had to form some sort of plan. And I did make a plan. I staked him out. That's right, I parked my car across from the store, right before closing time, and Pete ultimately came out, got into a car, and left. I tailed him. He ended up in an apartment complex on the opposite side of town from where I live. As I watched, I saw him go in the door to his apartment. As I kept watching, I saw him come out again, about half an hour later. He was accompanied by a not-too-stunning woman whom I took to be his wife. That made me REALLY happy! When I fuck around, I particularly like to fuck married men. I love to make men cheat. Not only is it an extra fucking kick when they finally succumb and put their prick in me, and tell me how much better it is than with their wife, it's a kind of an insurance policy, too, to help me maintain that "stable family situation" that I do intend to keep.
Married men don't want to be exposed. They have a lot to lose. Of course, that doesn't mean they don't want to fuck someone like me. They do. Almost all men do! But Tammy and I are different. I know that I have all the bargaining chips on my side of the table, so I don't have to be too eager. I don't have to fucking jump into bed with whatever man may come after me. That's Tammy's thing. I like to be the predator. I like to be in control.
Pete fell into my lap like a big ripe pear. Actually, that's a good one. That "lap" part, I mean. "Lap, lap, lap." You get the idea. When we finally connected, I made Pete eat my gushing cunt first thing. Like I said, any man who won't fuck my ass is out the door, but the same thing goes for giving me oral. Any man who won't go down on me isn't going to get a second chance. No problem with Pete. The first time we fucked, as I took his nice sized cock in my mouth, Pete pushed me onto the bed. I twisted my body to line up parallel to his, all ready for sixty-nine. Pete got the message, and he yanked my panties down. He put two fingers in me, at the start, while his tongue just barely teased my clit. As I was getting Pete close to cumming, he got more and more aggressive with his mouth, and he started working my now engorged clit with his pursed lips, applying suction that was making me delirious. Then, he took one of his already slippery fingers and notched it up into my butthole. He started fucking my butt with his finger, as he sucked on my clit with his mouth. Everything went in rhythm. Fuck!!! I kept sucking his dick, then taking it in my throat, and when Pete came in my mouth, I was pitching and twisting with the force of my own, fantastic orgasm. So, that was my first time with Pete. I had picked me a winner!
But I guess I have digressed just a little bit. I didn't tell you how I got Pete into that bed in the first place - and where that bed was located. It was his marital bed, in his apartment, and it was really easy to get myself invited!
When Pete and his wife left the apartment, I trailed them to a little Thai restaurant. They were going out to dinner! I was on my phone in an instant, looking up the restaurant and ordering take out. About twenty minutes later, I strolled into the restaurant to pick up my order, and I showed great surprise to see Pete there. He was surprised, too, and waved me over to the table, introduced me to his wife, and let her know I was a customer at the store. It was all so pleasant! Just like at the store, our eyes met, and we didn't need to use words to know what we were each thinking. The wife may even have picked up on it; I couldn't really tell.
The next day, back at the store, and before Alejandro had noticed I was there, I made a point of saying hello to Pete. Or, that's what it looked like. In fact, I didn't actually greet him at all. "Meet me at 12:30 at the restaurant," I told him. He did.
I was prepared to buy us a room, but it wasn't necessary. We didn't take time to eat, either. I was waiting in my car in the parking lot, and Pete came to the driver's side window. "Follow me to my place," he told me. I followed him, although I knew where it was.
Once inside his apartment, after he had closed the door, Pete pushed me back against that front door and kissed me savagely. I kissed him back, ravenous for him. While our mouths clashed, Pete used his left hand to pull my head forward, and he used his right hand to lift up my skirt in the front and put his right-hand palm all over my squishy little love box.
"I think I'm going to have to take those panties off," he said. "Only if you're going to fuck me," I replied. "Oh, I am," he told me, marching me down a short hall to his marital bedroom, with the bed conveniently unmade.
"Well," I said, staring at the messy tangle of sheets and blankets, "this either means that you had to leave in a rush this morning because you were fucking your wife; or it means that your wife leaves the bed unmade all the time."
"It could mean both," he answered.
"It could," I replied. "And does it?"
"Shit no," he said. "She's kind of a slob, you know. That's my everyday reality. And I may never fuck her again, if I can have you. You know I've wanted you from the moment you first walked into that store. It was just unbelievable luck that you came into that restaurant for your takeout, just when you did."
"Yes, that was an amazing coincidence, wasn't it?" That's what I countered. But I wasn't going to reveal my secret. "God, I need your cock!" That's what I said, and that was truly all I was thinking about. I started unbuckling his pants and Pete was hard as steel. "OK, you fucker..." But, of course, you already know what happened next. I already told you that. And I never did tell Pete how I really came to be in that restaurant.
I fucked Pete practically every day for months. Usually on his lunch break, which he regularly extended. We'd usually do it in the bed he shared with his wife, which gave me a super thrill. Pete's wife worked two towns away, and there was no chance she would ever come back, by chance, to catch us. I stopped eating lunch. I lost eight pounds.
The second time we fucked in Pete's marital bed, he put his very lovely cock up my very needy ass. That was the first of many anal adventures with Pete. It was a first time for him, but when I whispered, "God, I want your big prick in my ass," he didn't miss a beat. I carry around pistachio oil in my purse. I go crazy with the smell, which is enough, all by itself, to start my little cunt dripping. I sat down Indian style on the bed, and lubed Pete's prick. He slipped it into my butt really slowly, slowly and gently, until he knew he had me hooked. Then, Pete pounded me unmercifully until he finally collapsed, spouting like a big sperm whale inside my shitter. Fuck, I think I had five or six big orgasms in a row when he did that to me! In his marital bed, too. It was just like heaven!
Now, I love Tammy! I truly do. And I have also told you how much I enjoyed my illicit sex sessions with Pete. All that said, I am at least as big a slut as Tammy is, and since Tammy doesn't have the slightest idea about that, she made a big mistake when she started telling me stories about Dylan, and about how big his cock is, and about how good it is when he fucks her up the ass. I suppose I should be ashamed, but when Tammy showed up that day, with the delicious stink of Dylan's cum and sweat all over her, I decided that I'd like to get a little bit of that myself.
I hate to brag, but it wasn't too hard!
Two days after that lunch with Tammy, I called Dylan's office and asked to speak with him. I told his secretary that I was doing an investigation that involved the firm, and that it was rather urgent that I make contact. Dylan got on the line right away, and when he did, I said I was working for a law firm that was exploring a possible lawsuit against his firm, based on allegations of sexual improprieties. I said that the investigation was in an early stage, and I suggested that it might be possible to clear up the matter quickly, depending on what I learned from talking to him. I was in town for two or three days, I told him, investigating the case that involved his firm, and another one, and I said that I thought it was better not to meet with him in his office. Really, I said, we should meet somewhere else. We could go to lunch, perhaps; or, I could meet with him at the Radisson Crown, downtown, where I was staying while I was undertaking the investigation. I had a suite there, and I was using it as my out of town office.
Dylan opted to meet in the suite. "Bingo" is what I thought.
We scheduled our interview for mid-morning next day. I rented the room and brought in a few props to make it look like I really was doing work out of a makeshift office. When Dylan came in the door, I could immediately tell why Tammy was so smitten. First, Dylan was lithe, with well defined muscles, but all in perfect proportion. He was about 6'2" and maybe 185 pounds, and he had a beautiful smile, which he immediately displayed in an effort to win my favor. He was sexy as fuck, and I knew he was married. Just my kind of guy!
I was dressed for battle - and I don't mean that I looked like a powerful woman attorney who was looking forward to litigation. Not that kind of battle! I gave quite the opposite impression. I am sure he expected a female shark, hard and determined. I didn't seem to be playing that part. I had on a pretty black skirt - and it was a pretty short black skirt, as a matter of fact. I wore a bright red blouse, silk, and no bra underneath. I am not super big in the breast department, but my breasts are really attractive when I let them move and sway under a blouse or sweater. My hair was flawless; I wasn't wearing any shoes. The shoes were under the desk that I had moved out from against the wall. It looked like I had kicked them off as I sat there working. I had set up two chairs facing the desk, as if this were a real office. My laptop was open on the desk, which was also piled with a number of files.
I smiled at Dylan when he came in, and I asked him to sit down in one of the two chairs. I took the other one, letting him know that this was going to be a companionable conversation, not an antagonistic interrogation. I shook hands with him warmly, reassuringly, and smiled at him as I ushered him to a seat. Then, when we were both seated, I said that the investigation I was conducting was about sex, and not so much about sex in the workplace, but sexual conduct that was affecting one of his employees. The way I told the story, the complaint about the firm was from Tom, a key employee, and Tammy's husband. But I didn't name him or Tammy. The complaint was, allegedly, that someone in the firm had seduced Tom's wife, who didn't work for the firm, but whose affair with some person high up in the firm had now poisoned Tom's life. My firm represented Tom - again not named. Always "our firm's client," not "Tom." Our client, I told Dylan, didn't know who was having sex with his wife, but our client was absolutely sure about what was going on, and my firm was completely empowered to hire investigators, sue, do whatever.
So, my question was simple. Did Dylan know anything about that? Tom worked under him, and if he did know anything about it, he needed to put a stop to it, immediately. If he didn't know anything about it, then he needed to find out what was going on, and, and then take immediate action to stop it. Again, this had to happen as soon as possible if his firm wanted to stay out of court.
All my client wants is his wife back, I told Dylan, but that had to happen right away. Our firm believes that there was a good case against the firm, I told Dylan, and we are prepared to sue, but since our client actually didn't want to do that, my firm was giving Dylan's firm a chance to avoid the need for a lawsuit. I told Dylan that I really wanted to wrap this up quickly. Dylan claimed to know nothing about the matter (which is what I expected him to say), so I asked him to do whatever investigation he needed to do, and then take action, and to report back to me by the end of the day.
I said (you have probably already guessed this) that I wanted him back here in my "office" by no later than 6:00 p.m., to give me a status report, and hopefully to inform me that this entire matter had been taken care of. Since I had told my husband that I'd be out of town at a three-day decorator's convention, I was not planning to go home myself. I would be ready, when Dylan returned with his report, to see if my seductive skills were on a par with Tammy's.
Well... they were!
Dylan showed up as I had demanded and said he had investigated. He had found out that one of the company's vice presidents was, in fact, fucking Tom's wife, and Dylan had already taken steps to make certain that it absolutely wouldn't happen again. However, Dylan also demanded that we not try to find out the name of the vice president who was the offender, because the person involved was an extremely valued employee, who worked closely with both Tom and Dylan, and Dylan absolutely could not do anything to jeopardize those good working relationships. Tom must never find out who had been having an affair with his wife. He would have to be satisfied that it was absolutely over. "Are we agreed?" Dylan demanded.
"Ok," I said. "That's great news." I assured him that this was an acceptable resolution, as I had told him earlier. I informed Dylan that I, or someone else in my law firm, would be talking with Tom tomorrow. I promised to tell Tom ("our client") that I thought we had solved the problem, which is what Tom ("our client") said he wanted. Tom was sure that his wife had made just this one mistake, and he didn't want to wreck their whole marriage over a single misstep. But no more! This couldn't happen again. That was the bottom line. Dylan said he could guarantee that. "Fine," I told Dylan, but if that turned out not to be true, Dylan could expect to hear from me again.
That's when Dylan smiled. "Hey," he said, "I wouldn't mind hearing from you again in any case."
I smiled back. "Well, aren't you sweet," I said. Would you want to have dinner?" He thought that was a great idea. He just had to phone his wife. I listened while he told her that he couldn't be home for dinner that night because of a crisis at work. While Dylan was talking, I was peeling off my silk hold ups. "Well, it's fantastic that you were able to get free for dinner," I told him, but I explained that I had been working all day and wouldn't want to go out without taking a shower and freshening myself up. He hadn't missed me stripping off my stockings! Dylan said he'd wait in the room and watch TV.
I guess he did watch TV, but when I came back from taking my shower, we didn't go out to dinner, after all. Tammy was so right about Dylan. Dylan's cock was at least eight inches long, and it was thick, and he really knew how to use it. He fucked me missionary, but that was just to get started, and when Dylan did my ass, I literally passed out from how good it was. Dylan was intrigued that I carried around Pistachio Oil. He licked my little pink sphincter. He pushed his tongue inside. He put in one finger, then two, then three, and then he coated his rampant cock with the oil and fucked me so hard that I truly lost consciousness.
Once again, Tammy was right! When she was talking about Dylan, she knew what she was talking about.
Of course, as you might imagine, Tammy went near hysterical when Dylan dumped her, with no explanation. But hey, am I a good friend, or not? Of course, I am; I gave her Pete.
As you can probably see, I know how to arrange these things, and I made arrangements for Pete to meet Tammy. I took her to the store, and while I kept Alejandro occupied, Tammy and Pete had lots of time together.
Pete felt wicked as Tammy stole him away from me. He had a hard time admitting to me that he was now preoccupied with fucking someone else, but I was nice. I told him no regrets. I had loved our time together, but I begged him never to tell anyone we had been lovers.
For her part, Tammy couldn't believe that someone who had no experience with extramarital sex, like me, could have identified Pete as such a world class fuck. I had lured her to the store, as she grieved over Dylan, by telling her that there was a salesman there who looked just like her type. Like I say, she was amazed.
"Hey," I told her, "just because I choose to be faithful, that doesn't mean I don't know a good thing when I see it. I told Tammy that I'd been going to Alejandro's store for years, and that the new salesperson was legitimately hot. I brought her with me to the store, and so Tammy found out for herself. That was all there was to it, from Tammy's perspective.
As for me, I am fucking Dylan at least three times a week. Tammy is not the only free-range fucker around here, and the rooster cock that I'm fucking now has got the biggest, hardest prick I've ever had. After Dylan fucks me up the ass (and that's the best), I can't take a normal shit for a week!
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