URL: http://web.archive.org/web/20130518212138/http://www.literotica.com/s/you-rubbed-my-back-i-ll-rub-yours
Author: alwayswantedto
Title: You Rubbed My Back; I’ll Rub Yours
Tags: You Rubbed My Back; I’ll Rub Yours, alwayswantedto, cheating, husband, wife, anal, deepthroat, seduction, tease

Summary: Married co-workers try to play within rules.

All characters are 18 years or older.

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"Well, just don't let it happen again, Tim. We can't afford to lose a single client
these days," my boss fumed.

Soon after answering his call I had switched from speaker phone and picked up the
handset, now held away from my ear as he launched into one of his tirades. He was
grossly over-reacting to Megan's boo boo. The customer would be mortified if he knew
she would get chewed out like this over a simple mistake. If we were to lose a customer,
it would be due to the way George treated good employees like Megan.

But George wouldn't see it that way so I covered for her. George knew he needed me
and I knew it better than he. I also knew we couldn't afford to lose another good
employee like Megan. There weren't enough of us to fill in the gaps anymore. Taking
a little shit on the phone was the least I could do for the rest of us in the firm.
It would pass and George would apologize later but that hadn't cut it with the last
two good people George spoke to directly.

One had just walked out in the middle of George's tantrum and the other had waited
to tell him to go fuck himself before stomping out in a rage just as juvenile as George's.
So now George called me first so I could bring people into line without losing them.


Megan was one of our best people even though she'd only been with the firm for five
years, much better that the two that had quit. She and her husband had become friends
of ours, but that wasn't why I covered for her. The plain fact of the matter was that
we couldn't afford to lose her.

After I hung up the phone, Megan's BMW pulled into the front lot. I waited, as I often
did, for her legs to be revealed when the car door opened. Megan turned toward the
center of the car, mostly likely gathering her purse and putting papers back into
her briefcase that she'd been reading whenever she stopped at a light. There was never
a wasted moment in Megan's life.

And now, the moment I was waiting for. Megan twisted and leaned toward the passenger
seat, an action that pulled the hem of her skirt from her knees, exposing a healthy
expanse of golden thigh. The curve starting under her knee and dropping in a perfect
elongated 'S' defined the truly feminine nature of the underside of her thigh, a geometric
shape that never failed to stir my loins. The corvette indention running along the
side of her thigh added an extra tingle to the tip of my prick. God, she had nice
legs.

Leaning in further, Megan stretched one muscular calf out the door, reaching for the
pavement with an inward-seeking high-heeled toe to brace herself. A hand and purse
suddenly appeared through the door as Megan began extracting herself from the car.
Quickly, I looked at my computer screen in case she looked through my office window
until I remembered that people can't see through the dark glass.

When I looked up, Megan was several steps beyond the back of the car, purse over the
shoulder of the hand carrying her briefcase while the other hand stretched behind,
wielding the keys that sent the signal making the car's taillights flash. Megan's
legs followed one another with firm steps, their calf muscles alternately tensing
and relaxing, initiating a second stirring in my loins. She was such a robust, healthy
woman.

Megan's suit jacket was pulled back toward the outstretched hand, revealing a fancy
white blouse stretched over her right breast, briefly outlining it in the warm afternoon
sun. My breath caught and my mouth went dry.

I was, or should I say am, a happily married man with a lovely wife and two wonderful
children. So was Megan. I had thought many times about the feelings she invoked in
me every time I saw her, especially when she didn't know I was looking, whether at
the office, parties, or various outings with my wife and her husband Neil. I had no
answers; I didn't know why I was so fascinated with her.

True, Megan was good looking but there were lots of other women in our city that were
prettier, my wife included, but there no denying there was something special about
Megan. She was vibrant and, despite her dedication to work and family, didn't seem
overworked, and she never complained. In fact, she always gave the impression she
was ready for a little fun.

It didn't help that I sensed Megan had similar feelings about me. Maybe that was wishful
thinking or fantasy on my part. There weren't any concrete messages but I had a feeling
in my bones — not boner, come on now — a self-assured feeling that if it weren't for
our respective spouses, we would be together.

I watched Megan as she reached the sidewalk in front of my office and turned to walk
past my window, my eyes easily following her pleasant figure noting, in particular,
how the pulled-back suit jacket still revealed the thrust of her right breast under
the frills of the fancy white blouse.

To me, Megan's path was a signal in itself. Everyone else parked and cut across the
parking lot directly to the front door but Megan always headed straight for the sidewalk
and walked past my window. If that wasn't a message, then I was desperate and I knew
I wasn't. I had never strayed in nine years of marriage and had never wanted to, outside
a few unrealized alcohol-induced flirtations.

I sighed, and returned to my work. I had a lot to do, having just returned from vacation.


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"Hi babe."

I couldn't keep weariness out of my voice. I could have fooled anyone else but not
my wife. She knew me too well.

"Sorry Patti. Is it that time already?"

I looked out my window. The first hints of dusk were threatening the late summer sky
and the parking lot was empty. Except for Megan's car. That wasn't unusual. She often
worked late and was often the only car still there when I left the office. I looked
at my watch. It was after eight! No wonder Patti was calling.

"Jeez, I'm really sorry babe. I didn't realize it was this late. I don't know where
my mind is." I listened to Patti's response, then replied. "No, no. I should have
remembered."

I listened again, gazing at Megan's car in the dimming light.

"Ok, I'll order a something from DJ's. Yup. Yup. Well, tell them to be good or I'll
have to speak to them when I get home. Ok, I won't... well pretty late but before
midnight. No, I won't do that again. Promise. Love you too. Bye."

I hung up the phone. Oh, yes. I had learned my lesson about stopping to have a couple
on the way home. There was really no need to make a promise about that. I kicked my
chair away from the desk and leaned back.

That was one hell of a tantalizing night. I had worked late and was tired, thinking
about having a nightcap as I passed The Snug on the way home. I stopped and walked
wearily through the door, pausing briefly to survey the tables to see if I recognized
anyone before heading for the bar. There were two empty stools next to each other,
one with an empty drink in front of it. I sat on the other and ordered a drink when
the bartender came to remove the empty glass.

I was looking down at my phone, compiling a text message, when a pair of feminine
feet appeared between my stool and the one next to me. I admired the lady's legs as
she lifted herself up onto the stool and swung in to face the bar. I tried not to
be obvious as my eyes strayed up to her knees and over six inches of bare thigh but
I knew, belatedly, that the woman would have noticed. As I continued to lift my head,
I hoped she was looking away trying to catch the bartender's attention. She wasn't.


"Howdy, stranger," Megan smiled, obviously amused.

"Oh, Megan. I didn't know it was you... I mean, uh, I didn't know you were here."


"Obviously."

Megan's amusement flourished. She swung her nyloned legs toward me and crossed the
right over the left. I tried and failed not to glance at her legs. She was enjoying
herself.

"I was just sending a message."

It was a feeble effort to change the subject but Megan gallantly allowed it to work.


"Don't let me stop you," her teeth flashed brilliant white. "Where is my drink?"

She turned to wave to the bartender as relief spilled over me.

One drink turned into another. We chatted and laughed, sometimes at the expense of
our coworkers but mostly about simple day to day life and general observations about
people. Megan eventually excused herself to visit the washroom. After sufficient time
had passed, I looked to see if she was coming, each time disappointed when she wasn't.
I wanted to enjoy the thrill of her approach, knowing it was me she was joining.

After ten minutes, I became concerned and craned my neck to look down the hallway
leading to the washrooms. As I sat back, my eyes swept across the room and noticed
Megan standing at the edge of the small dance floor wearing the amused grin that had
greeted me earlier when my eyes had finally risen above her knees. She beckoned. I
shook my head but she urged me toward her and I succumbed.

As I approached, Megan spoke, "It's your penance for scoping my legs."

I blushed and hoped the dim light of the bar would hide my embarrassment.

"I wasn't..."

"Don't even try to deny it," she cried, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the center
of the dance floor.

A slow song was already playing. Megan pulled my hand around her waist and moved close
to me, resting her hand on my forearm. I put my other arm around her waist and she
rested her other hand on my upper arm. She looked up at me with a huge smile.

"I didn't mind. It was very flattering."

With that, Megan leaned toward me, her hands slipping inside my arms and around my
back.

We danced to several songs, all slow ones since it was getting late and the bar wasn't
crowded. It was very nice. Megan's body moved gently against mine but not too tight.
I didn't try to pull her closer though my hands did slipped onto her hips to rest
across the top of her buttocks. Megan's only response was to move slightly closer
and wiggle her face into my shoulder. I reveled in the brush of her ample breasts
against my chest. We didn't stop dancing between songs and, though I'm not a dancer,
I was quite disappointed when a faster song started up.

"Ok," Megan's laughter tinkled in my ears. "That's enough punishment for you." She
turned and walked briskly away, leaving me on the floor with my eyes struggling to
catch up to her intriguing skirt.

We left not long after that, both of us driving though neither of us should have.
There was a magic moment as we exited the bar with Megan walking beside me, arm entwined
in mine.

"Oh," she cried, stopping a dozen feet away from my car. "What am I doing?"

She laughed and looked back toward her car. I laughed too. Megan started to walk away
then suddenly turned back, closed the distance between us in three quick steps, and
leaned up to kiss me on my lips.

"Thanks, that was fun."

I watched her trot all the way to her car and nodded when she paused to smile and
wave before getting inside, seeming to know I would be looking. I was still standing
there when she backed out of her spot and drove away.

Yes, that was a night I thought about a lot, remembering her laugh and a conversation
I couldn't quite put words to; the sway of her body, curve of her waist and pressure
of her breasts; her perfume and the smell of her hair; and especially, the surprise
she exhibited when she discovered herself following me as if it was natural that we
would go home together.

I stood up to stretch and walked around my office. Looking out the window, I noticed
that my car was the only one in the parking lot. Megan had left. With a quick nod
and silent laugh to myself, I closed the venetian blinds and returned to my desk.
I had a lot of work to catch up on.

No more daydreaming, I admonished myself.

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Nevertheless, I was leaning back in my chair, swiveled around and staring at the blinded
window daydreaming about Meagan again, when the click of the door startled me to my
senses. I whirled around in my seat toward the door, fear subsiding as I realized
it must be the cleaning staff and not a burglar.

"Megan!" my shock was evident when she breezed through the door. "I thought you'd
left," I said, looking at my watch, realizing I had just made it obvious how aware
I was of her presence.

I stifled the unreasonable spike of fear that what I had just been daydreaming about
was also written my face. I wasn't sure whether Megan's smile was in response to my
panicked reaction, my words, or my thoughts but my attention did refocus on the brown
paper bags she was carrying as she walked briskly toward me.

"You must be hungry. I know I'm starved."

Megan deposited the two bags on my desk and began extracting white boxes and cylindrical
containers, napkins, and forks, judicially placing them so they didn't mark any of
the papers strewn over my desktop. I made extra room at the edge, moving papers to
the other side and pushing the phone to the corner.

"We'll be hungry again in an hour," she joked.

"Megan, you shouldn't have. I mean, this is wonderful, but..."

She cut me off. "I heard about what you did today and I owe you."

"You heard... oh, that was nothing. George just goes overboard when he's already in
a bad mood. Nothing would have happened. He probably forgot all about it ten minutes
later. Don't worry about it."

"I know," Megan said, handing me a plastic fork, "but it wasn't 'nothing'."

I was about to continue my denying-the-hero role but Megan silenced me with a shake
of her head and pulled a bottle of white wine from the bag and two real wine glasses
wrapped in napkins. She passed the bottle for me to open. By the time I had accomplished
that task, Megan had moved around to my side of the desk and wiggled her bottom onto
the edge facing me.

I tried to start light conversation several times but Megan didn't respond. We ended
up eating in silence, pausing only to sip our wine. As I ate, I realized how hungry
I really was and was thankful for the opportunity to just eat. Part way through our
'dinner', Megan kicked her high heels off. As they thumped on the floor, she raised
one stocking foot and placed it on the edge of my chair, causing me to swivel until
I was directly facing her.

It was impossible for me to ignore Megan's legs and when she tipped her wine glass
up for a drink I peeked into the darkness of her skirt though my eyes couldn't penetrate
far.

"Can you pull the drawer out for me?"

"Huh?" "The drawer," she repeated. "So I can rest my foot on it."

"Oh."

I leaned forward to pull the draw open and Megan swung her left leg aside to make
room for me. I was intensely aware that I could see right up her skirt and it looked
like she had white panties on under her pantyhose. I pulled the big side drawer out
and Megan put her foot down but didn't close her legs much. I leaned back just as
she finished her last piece of sweet and sour pork and licked her fingers clean.

"Boy, that hit the spot. Man, I was hungry."

If that was a signal that conversation was welcome, it worked. We chatted away, pausing
only to refill our glasses. When they were empty, Megan pulled another bottle from
the bag and leaned forward to give it to me. I struggled to get it open and she laughed.


"Give it to me," she said, leaning back to work on it.

Megan had as much problem with the bottle as I did which made me happy only because
I was able to admire her legs while her attention was diverted. That job was made
much easier when she lifted her foot from the corner of my chair to rest it on the
end of the arm, providing me with a wonderful view down the underside of both thighs.
I found myself wishing she wasn't wearing pantyhose so I could see her bare flesh.
Damn those things!

Megan finally got the bottle open and I had to avert my eyes while she refilled my
glass.

"We really shouldn't drink anymore," she said.

"I know," I replied, taking a big sip to indicate what I thought of that suggestion.


Megan shifted her foot from the arm of my chair to the seat again but, this time,
to the far side. Her other foot lifted from the top of the drawer to take a similar
position on the near side of the chair. Megan was now sitting on the edge of my desk
with her feet straddling my knees. She leaned forward.

"Do you have music in here?" she asked in a husky voice, not quite a whisper.

"Music?"

"Yes, music."

I glanced at the CD player atop the bank of drawers built into the one side of the
office and Megan kicked my chair back. When I steadied my glass, she laughed even
harder as we both saw that I had managed not to spill a drop. I got up, put my glass
down on the desk behind my keyboard and went to find some music to play. When I turned
around, Megan was standing, right hand held out to her side, dropping her pantyhose
onto my empty chair.

"Let's dance," she said, stepping toward me.

"Dance?" I mumbled, glancing toward the door.

"There's nobody here. They've all gone home."

"But..."

"Oh, you're such a worry wart," Megan laughed, turning away from me and walking to
the door. She turned the deadbolt and it thudded home. Megan turned around and leaned
against the door. Her left hand slid up the wall to the light switches and her fingers
nudged them several times, each press dimming the lights. She pushed herself away
from the door and took one step toward me before starting to remove her suit jacket.
Three steps later she tossed it toward the upholstered chairs in front of my desk
but it hit the side of the nearest one and slipped onto the floor. Megan ignored it,
lifting her arms toward me.

Well, another chance to dance. How could I pass on that?

I took her into my arms, thanking my lucky stars that the only music in my office
was light mood music. God, she felt good.

I don't know how long we danced. The songs were long and slow and one blended into
another. I only know that my arms kept held her tighter than the magic night that
spawned my daydreams and hers did the same to me. I didn't realize we were kissing
until our faces pulled apart, gasping for breath. We didn't speak, just kept dancing,
or should I say, swaying from side to side. I lowered my head and captured her lips
again.

There wasn't a single We shouldn'tor other half-hearted denial as we continued to
kiss and my hands began pulling her blouse out of her skirt. Instead of resisting,
Megan unbuttoned her blouse and helped me remove it by shifting her shoulders and
moving her arms to help it slip off. I kissed her and we started dancing again, really
dancing, for the rest of the song and all of the next one. When it finished, my hands
were cupping her bra and slipped around to undo it. Megan raised her arms and I slid
the bra up and over her hands, then quickly dropped my hands to regain her now naked
breasts.

"Kiss them," she breathed, arching her back and lifting her gifts toward my lips.


"Ahhhhh, that feels so good," she cooed as her stiff nipple poked through my lips
and my tongue curled underneath. I sucked it into my mouth.

I kissed and nibbled her right breast as my hand fondled the left. Megan arched her
back farther, her head stretched back and hair falling free behind her.

"Suck them hard, Tim."

I did. I moved my mouth from tit to tit, trying to hoover each one into my throat,
my hand pulling her arched back toward me, lifting her tits into my face. Megan pulled
her head up and ran her hand up and down the front of my pants.

"Is this for me?" she laughed throatily.

"If you're lucky," I growled.

"Oh, my. What a man," she howled uproariously.

I dropped my right hand from Megan's delicious tits, found the bottom of her skirt,
and ran my hand slowly up between her legs, pausing near the top to clamp my cupped
hand firmly on her puffy mound.

Her panties were damp. She must have been planning this the whole time we were eating.
I knew then that Megan was aware of my long glances up her skirt and had in fact made
an effort to allow it. The thought emboldened my already hard dick and I pushed it
into her stroking palm as my middle finger found her groove and pressed into her panties.
That produced the first, We shouldn't but I ignored it as I knew she wanted me to.


I grabbed the hair on the back of Megan's head and held her firmly while I kissed
her long and hard. When we finished, there was another reason for her to gasp than
simple lack of oxygen: My hand was inside her panties and my finger was slipping inside
her outer folds, seeking and finding her slippery tunnel.

"Ohhhh, Tim. We can't. Really."

My finger slipped easily in and out despite her slick pussy's squeezing attempts to
slow it down. I wasn't sure whether she was trying to block it from entering or keep
it from leaving. Megan's hands loosening my belt buckle as my mouth closed over hers
argued for the latter interpretation.

When the kiss ended, my pants had fallen around my ankles and Megan's hands were now
inside my shorts, her soft, slender fingers wrapped around my balls while her palm
pressed against the underside of bare my rod. I slipped a second finger into her cunt
and gently pushed until both were deep inside, individually searching for her special,
personal love spots.

"We can't fuck," Megan cried, her hips bucking on my fingers.

I lifted my hand up and down, accentuating and relaxing the thickness of my fingers.


"Unhh, unhhh, unngghhh," Megan moaned.

"I need you," I whispered thickly, surprised that the inane statement escaped my lips.


"We can... do... each other," she cried between soft moans as my fingers, always deft,
learned some of her internal secrets.

"Do each other?" I moaned, my mouth sliding wetly off hers onto her cheek.

"You know," she cried, slipping down my body, kissing my chest as she went and pushing
my shorts down. By the time her meaning filtered into my head, she had taken me into
her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down my shaft, leaving it slick with
her saliva.

Megan's head moved up and down my shaft, one hand following her mouth with a twisting
motion while the other cupped my balls, stretching up after the other hand so her
fingers could scratch my scrotum. This went on for quite a while and I just stood
there, leaning back to keep my balance while Megan stretched up on her knees to work
her magic. I emitted appreciative sounds constantly, encouraging her to keep doing
whatever she happened to be doing. My hands caressed her hair and one slipped behind
her head to press her mouth more firmly onto my cock. I was so close.

Megan stopped!

I opened my eyes and looked down. Why? WTF.

Megan stayed still, both hands hidden under the front of her skirt. Her mouth held
the head of my cock and maybe an inch of shaft. I tried to twist her face up to look
at me but she kept her head firmly in place. I moved my hands to the sides of her
head and she pushed her mouth farther onto my cock. I pulled her head back, almost
off my cock, and tried to twist her face up but she resisted again. I pulled her head
forward until she made a coughing sound, then, pushed back. Again, I couldn't twist
her face up.

Oh well. I pulled her head forward, allowing her head to engulf my tool until I heard
the little cough again, this time a little farther along. I only moved her head back
a little before pulling it forward again and this time, when she coughed, I held it
in place. When she stopped coughing, I pulled her head toward me. There was brief
resistance, then Megan shoved her head forward of her own accord and slid down to
my root, engulfing my cock in the most wonderful feeling as it's tip slid inside her
throat.

I paused there, enjoying the thrill of being inside a woman's throat for the first
time in my life. I was afraid to pull back in case I was never allowed back in but
Megan's hands, closing over mine and pressing them in to more firmly grasp her head,
told me what to do. I began fucking her face.

Slowly, at first. I was afraid of hurting her but Megan's sounds and her hands let
me know everything was ok. Faster and faster I moved, my strokes getting longer and
longer and my moans louder and louder. I was crouching and Megan had leaned forward
to accommodate my head fuck. I was really close now and my strokes became shorter
and quicker. I wasn't moaning anymore because I was too busy gasping for air.

"Fuuuuuuck," I cried as I erupted in Megan's mouth, spurt after spurt after spurt
until, finally, I was spent.

I pulled out of Megan's mouth without a drop of cum left to mark her face, and fell
back onto my ass.

Megan laughed out loud, "Liked that did you?"

"Awesome," I croaked, barely able to speak.

I watched as Megan got up and retrieved her bra and blouse, then slipped the bra on
with practiced expertise. She managed to get one arm through a sleeve and had started
on the other before I stood and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her face up for
a kiss.

"Maybe you should put your pants back on," she suggested, moving her hands between
us to button her blouse.

"We're not finished yet," I said, seeking her lips again.

Megan continued buttoning her blouse while I kissed her. I put everything I had into
the next kiss and was relieved when her hands pulled out so she could wrap her arms
around my neck. After the second such kiss, we paused to catch our breath and my hands
found the zipper on Megan's skirt.

"We can't, Tim," Megan whispered, her lips still nibbling my neck. "We can only play."


Megan kept her arms around me. I let the skirt fall around her feet and ran my hands
over her ass, then hooked my thumbs inside her panties and dragged them down her buttocks
to the back of her thighs.

"No, Tim. We can't fuck," she whispered, but her mouth found mine and her tongue slipped
inside.

The panties were pushed down to mid-thigh. My hand pushed under Megan's ass and my
fingers stretched forward so their tips could skid through her wet groove.

"You can't fuck me," she repeated hoarsely as my fingers pushed into her cunt.

"I'm not going to."

Megan pulled back and scrutinized my face.

"I'm going to 'do' you," I explained.

"Do me?" she asked, her face screwing up into a quizzical expression.

"Like you did me," I explained, pulling her backwards to the couch near the far side
of the room.

Megan followed as I tugged her across the room, walking with a little difficulty since
her panties were still stretched across her thighs. I navigated around the coffee
table and sat down on the couch. I looked up at her with my head crooked over the
back of the plush leather.

"See what you can do with this," I said, and pushed my tongue through my lips and
to one side, holding it out like a stiff little cock.

Megan stared at me, comprehension flooding her face but her body was as still as a
statue. The moment passed and she quickly pushed her panties down to her knees and
stepped out of them. As soon as she was free, she clambered up on the couch, feet
straddling my hips. Megan crouched, leaning her knees against the back of the couch
and carefully brought her pussy close to my face. She waited for me to lift my head
to lick her but I stayed still.

Megan laughed, a low, thick, throaty signal of deep satisfaction. Her hands met in
front of her breasts and the buttons began losing their grip on the blouse for the
second time that night. The blouse was tossed away with a flourish and the bra followed,
pulled slowly up Megan's outstretched arms and flung off with equal relish.

"Now," she cried, "let's get down to business."

With that, she grabbed the hair on the top of my head and pulled my face up and forward,
fitting it between her legs and moving it around until my stiff little tongue-cock
was where she wanted it. Slowly, she began grinding her pussy on my face.

"Now I know why you like this so much," she husked, gyrating on my face a little faster.
"Oh, yeah. Now I see."

Megan worked her pussy all over my face. I concentrated on keeping my tongue as stiff
as I could but otherwise exerted no control over its movements or those of my head.
Megan's pussy was Queen, just as she had let my cock be King half an hour ago. After
she had satisfied her outer lips, she pulled my little stiffy inside her cunt and
really went after me, pulling my head this way and that, holding it in, shoving it
off, whatever thrilled her on the spur of the moment.

I don't know how long Megan used me but I can confess that I now have a much better
understanding of just how much pleasure a woman can stand before losing control and
letting her pussy take over completely. I was literally exhausted by the time she
drenched my face and she was completely dressed again before I made a move to get
off the couch. I didn't feel bad accepting her help to get dressed; in fact, I kind
of enjoyed it. My neck was sore and I favored it for days.

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In the following weeks, you might have thought that night had never happened. Both
at work and during our family visits, Megan acted as if nothing had. She didn't act
either more or less friendly toward me, yielding absolutely no sign that there was
anything between us except when we were alone with no chance of being surprised. Then,
and only then, Megan flashed me a special smile, one immediately known to those communicating
in such a way that everything was understood, that everything was ok.

Still, I didn't know if that night was to be a single memory or if it was a song to
be played again. Every fiber of my body wanted to hear that tune. It must have been
obvious, at least to Megan, but other than those smiles I received no other hints.


Then, one day, at a neighborhood barbecue, I arrived in Bob and Mary's kitchen to
get another beer from the fridge just as they and Megan were carrying food out to
the backyard. I stood beside the door to let them pass, first Bob and then Mary. Megan
was carrying her tray in one hand and, as she passed me, the other briefly dropped
and grabbed my crotch, unerringly finding my soft cock and giving it a healthy squeeze.


Well, you can imagine that my mind couldn't focus on anything else that night. All
the jokes went over my head but I laughed along with everyone else. Sometime, later
in the evening, Patti asked Megan if it was true that she wasn't joining Neil and
the kids for the first week of their holiday.

"No, I can't," Megan replied. "I have to work. You know how George is."

Everyone groaned and nodded. After the conversation had passed on to another topic
and other people, Megan's eyes found mine. Breaking her rule of no signals in the
presence of others, she gazed intensely at me steadily without smiling.

"Can you take this over to Neil and Megan's," Pattie asked. "I meant to get it there
this morning but forgot about it and Shannon's picking me up to go shopping in a few
minutes."

I looked at the bag Patti had set on the kitchen table.

"It's just some dishes she left at Bob and Mary's last night," Pattie explained.

"Ok," I said.

My mind was in turmoil on the way over to Megan's. I wanted desperately to see her
but wasn't sure when Neil was leaving. I didn't trust myself not to give myself away
in her presence so I was enormously relieved to see Megan's BMW in the driveway but
not Neil's SUV.

I rang the doorbell but there was no answer. I contemplated leaving the bag of dishes
on the porch but then I wouldn't have an excuse to return so I carried them back to
the car. Halfway there, I changed my mind and walked around to the side of the house,
reached over the fence to unlatch the gate, and slipped into the backyard. I rounded
the corner of the house and there she was, placing a running sprinkler down on the
grass.

She was so gorgeous. By the splashes of water on the thin cotton summer dress she
hadn't managed to stay clear of the sprinkler when she had picked it. Megan let go
of the sprinkler and ran away but she only took two steps before stopping when she
caught sight of me.

We stood for a frozen moment, staring at each other. The sprinkler finished its sweep
and returned, slowly rising to its zenith and then falling toward Megan, encompassing
her in a cool rain that should have made her shriek but had no observable effect.
Megan continued to stare as the sprinkler descended over her and sprayed down her
body from behind, then reversed itself and retraced its path, climbing up until it
finally swept away in the other direction. Megan was dripping wet.

I set the bag down on the grass and walked toward her. Still staring at me with an
expressionless face, Megan stepped toward me. I walked faster, she hesitated; I started
to run and she trotted, holding her arms out. We collided and whirled around in a
desperate, gripping hug, laughing in glee. I smothered her laughing lips with my mouth.


We fell to the ground, laughing, kissing, laughing... kissing.

I don't recall pushing her dress up; I certainly don't remember taking it off. Megan
was suddenly naked and my shirt was gone, then my shorts were down. We rolled around
on the wet grass, the sprinkler spraying over us, our bodies straining to get as close
as possible to each other. There was no laughter now. We were making love. We hadn't
coupled yet but there was no doubt that we were about to do so.

There wasn't a single no, or don't, or we can't. I rolled on top of Megan and tried
to enter her, accepted me and our legs entwined with a mutual shout of joy. We moved
with frantic deliberation. We weren't fucking, as she said we couldn't, we were making
love.

It seemed to be forever that we strained and rolled around on that wet grass, every
inch of our bodies yearning for the scorch of the other's skin. When we finally finished,
Megan picked up her dress and waited while I retrieved my clothes. She took my hand
and led me into the house. The bag of dishes was now forgotten by the corner of the
house. Megan took me upstairs where we made love for the next two hours.

"We can't stop it," she explained to me between couplings, though I think she was
explaining it to herself as much as to me. "This passion can't be denied. If we try
to fight it, we'll lose control and give ourselves away and that will ruin the lives
of Neil, Patti, and our kids."

I nodded, in full agreement.

"I love Neil and I know you love Patti. If you and I were together we'd be too wrapped
up in each other to be good parents and we might even burn each other out."

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"That we meet like this whenever we can so we can keep a lid on it because we know
we'll be together as soon as possible."

I nodded again.

"You have to be more careful."

I nodded. She was right. I had almost given us away the night before.

"I know it seems unfair to Patti and Neil but we can't undo what's been done. Why
ruin what we all have just because they don't have the same needs as us?"

I nodded. I wasn't about to say no.

"I think we should count ourselves lucky for finding each other," Megan went on. "We
might have saved two marriages. Maybe we all would have gotten divorced or lived unfulfilled
lives. I think this was meant to be."

I kissed her. Maybe I just wanted to show her that I agreed with what she was saying,
or maybe I just wanted to make love to her again.

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Megan did things Patti never would and I tried things with her I just would never
contemplate doing with my wife. Patti would freak out if she thought it was gross
whereas Megan would simply say no or laugh it off though she seemed willing to try
anything once. Except anal.

Three weeks after the day of the sprinkler, I was again working late. Megan had left
on time with everyone else. I worked for a couple of hours and then went out for some
take out. When I returned, it was dark and the parking lot was empty. I had been kind
of hoping that Megan might have come in to work after going home for supper but no
such luck. I was hungry to eat the extra food anyway.

As I approached my office, I was surprised to see the lights off. The door was ajar
so I assumed the janitor had been in and turned them off by force of habit. I pushed
the door open and brushed the switches up with my left hand as I entered and then
stopped.

"I thought you'd never get here."

Megan was sitting at the far end of the office, on the floor, in front of the black
leather couch. Her legs were stretched out on the rug, parted to allow room for her
hands which were buried inside her dress.

"I'm not hungry," she said. "For food, anyway."

Megan raised her knees, letting the dress fall to her hips. She adopted the most wanton
look I think I'd ever seen on a woman.

"Don't just stand there. I have less than an hour."

That prompted me into action. The food was dropped and I began undressing as I moved
toward her. I had forgotten to close the door and hoped nobody was left in the building.


Naked, I made the final approach. As I did, Megan got up on her knees, mouth open,
but then fooled me by turning around and laying her head on the seat cushion. With
her head bent so she could look back, Megan reached down to grasp the hem of her dress
and lifted it up and onto her back. She wasn't wearing panties and her pubes, glistening
from her exertions while she waited for my return, beckoned.

This is the kind of thing Patti would never do. It was lewd but not sluttish. It was
perfect. I crouched behind her and guided my cock into her wet pussy from behind.


As soon as I gained entrance, she looked back into my eyes and panted, "Fuck me. I
need it so badly."

That got me into full stride within three strokes, as I sure she had planned. This
was the first time Megan had let me take her from behind but far from the last. As
it turned out, it was one of her favorite positions and one that Neil didn't particularly
care for. Well, I did. I whaled on her behind, encouraged by her moans and hoarse
whispers egging me on. I got so carried away I slapped her rump hard like I'd seen
on some porn videos.

Well, that was a mistake. Suddenly, I was shoved back and my cock was dangling in
the air. Megan was whirling around, straightening up on her knees. I didn't see her
hand swinging around.

Thwack! My head reeled back and to the side.

"Ouch!" I yelled.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Megan cried.

I nodded. Megan turned halfway back and bent over, resting her chest on the floor,
lying with her face turned to look at me and her rump held high, a large red blotch
where my hand has slapped her ass.

"Now, fuck me properly," she commanded.

I did as I was told.

One time, many weeks later, I was fucking Megan from behind when it occurred to me
to fill her winking eye with the tip of my thumb. Without thinking, I did just that.
Of course, as soon as I did it, I braced myself for an adverse reaction but was pleasantly
surprised to be rewarded with an abandoned series of moans as my thumb wiggled about
in her ass.

This became a regular feature when we did it doggy style and also when Megan rode
on top of me. I would wait to near the end, just when she started to lose control,
before inserting my long finger into her butt. She really loved that, her butt alternating
between slamming down on my rigid cock and jamming back to impale her ass on my finger.
What a dilemma.

However, whenever I tried to slide my cock up to slip the tip into her little bung
hole, Megan also denied me.

"I like you fingers but I'm not letting that thing in me," she would say, usually
with a soft, accompanying laugh. Quite often, Megan would soon after do something
special as a consolation prize, like let me spurt a little cream on her face after
blowing me.

I didn't mind not getting her ass... much.

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About a year into our relationship, I went in to work on a Saturday to find Megan
sitting on the floor in front of the couch, much as she'd been the first time she'd
let me do her doggy style. Her hands were working herself under her skirt. Megan's
panties were stretched out on the rug beside her, as if drying. It was a message.
I knew her well enough now to know she was really horny.

I took my time approaching and undressed slowly in front of her, removing my pants
first to give her lots of time to see my cock grow as it became excited at the thought
of what was about to happen.

"Hurry," Megan urged. I nodded but slowed my progress even more.

"You bastard," she accused me. "I've been horny as hell all week. Where have you been."


"Oh, here and there," I remarked casually, now completely naked except for my socks.
I took my time removing them and placed them carefully on top of the pile of clothes
I had set on the couch. I stood and jacked my erection slowly. "Take off you dress,"
I instructed her.

Megan leaned forward and reluctantly extracted her hands from under her dress. It
was quickly unzipped and she rocked from side to side, lifting her cheeks, until she
managed to pull the dress over her head. She was completely naked. The dress was all
she was wearing.

"You could have helped," she barked.

"Yeah, I could have."

I leaned down to grasp Megan's feet and dragged her away from the couch until she
was lying on the floor. I sat on the floor beside her and stretched out, pulling her
onto her side to face me. As I kissed her, I pulled her tight, trapping my erection
between us.

We kissed and fondled each other but every time Megan tried to pull away so she could
handle my cock, I kept her pressed tight, denying her. She rubbed her pussy on my
balls and my upturned cock but every time she tried to pull back to get my cock out
so she could get it into her pussy, I held her tight. Soon, she was frankly rubbing
on my shaft.

"Fuck me, you bastard," she hissed.

"You want me to fuck you?" I teased, holding her ass tight on my cock.

"Yes. Come on. I need you inside me," she panted.

"I'm not ready yet," I whispered thickly in her ear.

I stuck my finger into my mouth, coating it with my saliva and kissed her ear, swirling
my tongue inside like she liked. I reached down to divide her cheeks and probed her
butthole, pressing the tip inside.

"Oh God, Tim. You bastard."

She loved calling me a bastard when I did things she really liked but didn't want
to admit.

I sucked my finger into my mouth again and inserted it into the entrance of her butthole
again. Megan shoved her ass back, forcing her tight little ring past my first and
second knuckle, moaning loudly. I pushed my finger in the rest of the way.

"You naughty little thing," I whispered, pulling my finger out and plunging it back
in. "Do you want my finger or my cock?"

"Both," she croaked, moving her hips back and forth.

I turned Megan's face up and kissed her, probing her mouth deeply with my tongue while
I continuously worked her asshole. I kissed and worked her butt, and skidded my cock
through her pubes, until she was breathing so hard I knew she would come soon.

Abruptly, I got up and walked, with some difficulty, to my desk. I opened the top
drawer on the left side and grabbed the tube lying there. I walked deliberately back
to Megan who was watching me, eyes wild. I didn't try to hide the tube.

I kneeled beside Megan and she turned onto her stomach. I didn't have to open her
legs, she parted them for me. I pried her cheeks apart and squirted a liberal dose
of lubricant on her partly open hole, then ran a bead the length of my cock with an
extra swirl around the head. Tossing the tube aside, I straddled Megan's thighs, pushed
my cock down and lined the tip up with her hole, holding one cheek to the side with
my left hand.

Megan's face was twisted back, trying to watch.

"Make me be dirty," she sobbed.

I pushed my cock into her asshole and her mouth opened wide but no sound came out.
I slide forward, very slowly, trying to be as gentle as I could. Megan's hand found
and gripped my thigh. I stopped. When her fingers loosened, I slid forward, even more
slowly. Her mouth closed.

Further, further. I was in. I held still. Megan's hand pushed on my thigh and I pulled
back until she squeezed me again. I pushed forward. Several more slow thrusts and
Megan pulled her hand away. I started fucking steadily, fucking her sexy ass!

When she was humping her butt up to meet my thrusts, grunting with the effort, I leaned
forward and pulled her head up so I could get my mouth close to her ear.

"You dirty thing," I croaked, then let her head fall forward. I couldn't maintain
control myself any longer.

I loved coming in her ass. I loved even more the sounds she made when I fucked her
ass, they were wild and primitive, almost primordial. And I loved how Megan liked
it, surprising herself, and let me do it many more times, even initiating butt-fucking
sessions as often as I.

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That's how it's been for the last six years. Six years of happy family life and sexual
bliss. Our oldest kids are nearing the point where they'll soon leave home. Within
five years they'll all be gone. I don't see any need to change our domestic arrangements.


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