But I'm Married

What is it that makes a man and a woman catch fire the moment they set
eyes on each other? I've heard it called hormones, or pheromones, or
just the accidental coinciding of two vulnerable personalities. I'm a
scientist, but not in the life sciences, so I don't understand that
kind of stuff. What I do know now is that it really happens, because it
happened to me.

Jan had just been hired, and her manager was taking her around to
introduce her to all the people she might be working with. I felt it
the instant our eyes first met, but of course I tried my damnedest to
keep from showing anything. I couldn't see any visible sign in Jan's
face, either, and yet I somehow knew that it had hit her the same way
it hit me.

Weeks later we talked about that morning, and she confirmed my
suspicion. She also said she had thought the same thing I had, that she
couldn't see anything in my face, but she somehow knew it had hit me
too.

I was in development and she had been hired in documentation, so we
weren't going to be working especially close to each other, though we
would have some contacts. For about a minute, during that first
meeting, my mind was reeling with possibilities. I'm single, but I make
it rule not to date anyone on my team. Her job was far enough away that
the rule didn't apply. Then I saw the rings on her left hand, and rule
#2 took over. I'm not the kind of guy who hits on married women.

I managed to avoid her completely for a week, but then I was looking
something up in our manual to prove a point to a team member and I
spotted an error that had been there for who knows how long. Normally I
would have just sent an e-mail about it, but I talked myself into
believing that this one needed to be handled in person. Which is how I
ended up standing in front of Jan's cubicle.

"Hi, Jan," I introduced myself, "You probably don't remember me, but
I'm on the WhiteWolf development team. My n..."

"Your name is Ron," she cut in, "of course I remember you."

"That's amazing! Do you really remember the names of all the people you
met that morning?"

She flushed. "No, I, well, I, I was sort of guessing. You mean I really
got it right?"

OK, score one for her for a quick recovery. But she obviously did
remember my name, and there was something special about that for her,
and she nearly panicked when she realized her secret was out. Oops,
we're staring into each other's eyes again. Time for a quick recovery
on my part.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but I spotted an error in our manual. Would
you be able to take notes on it, and see that it gets fixed in the next
revision?"

No question, that was a definite sigh of relief. I wonder what she was
thinking I might be here for?

"Sure, I can take notes, and see that something gets changed," she said
a bit hesitantly, "but I hope you don't think I understand all this
stuff yet. I could easily mess it up."

I chuckled, "I'll let you in on a secret. Even I don't understand all
this stuff yet, and I'm supposed to be the team leader."

"Yes, I remember," she whispered, looking down at the floor. "But I
think you're putting me on." She was looking into my eyes again.
"People say you know more about WhiteWolf than anyone."

"No, I'm not putting you on." You don't know it, I thought, but there
is no way I would dream of trying to pull anything over on you.

"WhiteWolf is a very complicated project, and no one really understands
it completely. But don't worry, we always go through a review cycle for
manual revisions. If you should mess it up, not that I think you will,
we'll have plenty of time to correct it." God, how I loved looking into
her eyes.

"Yeah, but, since you are so special ... I mean since you are such a
key part of the team, I want to do everything for you exactly the way
you want it. I mean ... I guess I feel that way about my job in
general. You guys are the real power here, I'm just here to help you
... express yourself ... yourselves."

Cool it, Ron. Rule #2. Besides, even if I wanted to take this further,
this cubicle isn't exactly the most private place. Which led the devil
in me to make a most improper suggestion.

"Look, I know you want to get off to a good start here, and it can be
embarrassing to have some goof show up in a formal review, so if you'd
like, you can bring your updated text by my office so I can look at it
first." I almost added "privately" but thought better of that.

"Oh, would you? That would be wonderful." I could swear that was
adoration I was seeing in her eyes. "But first," she suddenly switched
to a businesslike faint smile, "you need to show me where the problem
is."

That I was happy to do, and the rest of our brief meeting was totally
above board.

The next day, shortly after lunch, I heard a tap on my open door and
turned away from my computer screen. It was Jan. I smiled broadly and
invited her in. I'd been waiting all day for this, hoping she would
show up. One of the perks of being a team leader is that I have a real
office with a real door that can be closed for complete privacy. But
this time I decided it would be best to leave it open. Our conversation
would still be private so long as we kept our voices reasonably low,
and the chance that someone might stop by would keep me from trying
anything inappropriate.

I don't have a desk in my office; just a work counter along two walls.
Jan came over beside where I was sitting so she could give me the sheet
of paper in her hand.

"Here," I offered, pulling a second chair out from the counter, "sit
down so we can look at this together."

She seemed to hesitate, but finally did as I asked. I read her change
through and pointed out one word which was grammatically correct, but
not in line with the specialized terminology in our industry. Then I
looked up and found her anxiously looking at me for approval.

"It's very good, Jan, very good indeed," I said, smiling as I looked
into her eyes.

"Jan," I added after a moment, "I think we need to talk about
something."

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Ron, I know. But
Ron, whatever you're thinking, and whatever I'm thinking, we have to
remember," and here she raised her left hand and rested the fingertips
against her cheek, "I'm a married woman, and I want to keep it that
way."

"I know, Jan. I'm not married, but I make it a rule to never, ever,
interfere with the life of a woman who is. But I do have to say ... if
you weren't married, I would have been hounding you for a date the
entire week you have been here."

"No, Ron, not exactly. Because if I weren't married, I would have long
since said yes, and we would have already been on a date ... if not
more than one."

"But that," she said, getting up suddenly, "is the subjunctive and, as
my English prof would say, we don't live in the subjunctive. I think
I'd better go, now."

"Jan," I stopped her halfway out the door, "we both know what we
cannot, and must not do. But I desperately want to have a chance to
talk to you. Could we meet in the cafeteria for lunch sometime soon?"
To try to coax her I added, "that's completely public and completely
safe."

"I, I, I'd like that," she stammered. "I can't do it tomorrow, but
maybe on Thursday?"

"OK, I'll send you an IM a little after twelve, and then," I grinned,
"we can sort of accidentally end up there at the same time."

"It's a deal." She winked at me and was gone.

Over the next two weeks we had lunch together, not every day, because
that would have been too obvious, but about half a dozen times. Thank
god for IM. It let us vary the time we met from day to day, further
masking what we were doing.

We both knew, and talked openly with each other about knowing, that
what we were doing needed masking. It was almost like a virtual affair.
As if we were making love to each other with our half-whispered words,
covered by the background noise of the cafeteria. We talked about
everything: life, and love, and our dreams, and what we had
accomplished so far. I came to know her parents, and her sister, and
her husband who she loved very much. I opened up about my troubled
childhood, and my loneliness, which I had locked deep inside myself,
living a seemingly carefree life.

We were the best of friends, but friends who desperately wanted to be
lovers, and knew it would never happen.

One night I worked late, as I often do, and it was dark as I made my
way out to the parking lot. The lot was not very well lit, but by that
time of the evening the mass of cars had thinned out, so I never had
any problem finding mine. Suddenly I saw a too-familiar figure in front
of me, and my stomach did a flip flop.

"Jan, is that you?"

She whirled around. "Oh, thank god, Ron, I was so scared! I heard
footsteps behind me, but I was afraid to look. I have never left this
late, and I don't think I ever will again."

"You're right, you shouldn't. Let me walk you to your car."

"Yes-s-s, P-p-please."

She was shivering with fright, so I did the only thing I could do. I
took her hand to comfort her. She gripped my hand convulsively.

"Where's your car?"

"It's over there somewhere," waving with her other hand, "it's a red
Datsun."

"It probably won't look red in this light, but we'll find it."

We did, of course, and she sagged against it in relief. Then, to my
great surprise, she released my hand and wrapped her arms around my
neck.

"Oh, Ron, thank you, thank you," she exclaimed in my ear, with her
cheek pressed against mine. I couldn't resist, and reached around her
waist, pulling her shivering body to mine.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes," she breathed, clinging to me.

This was the way we were meant to be, our bodies melting together. I
knew it, she knew it, we both knew we never wanted it to end.
Reluctantly I finally pulled my cheek away from hers, and we stared
into each other's eyes. There was no way we could have stopped what
happened next. Our mouths came ever so slowly closer together until
ZAP! They met and the fireworks began.

Some indeterminate time later she finally had the strength to pull
away.

"Oh, Ron, oh my darling Ron, I'm married, Ron, I'm married! We can't go
on like this."

"I know, Jan, I know. You'd better get in the car, now, and we'll have
to pretend this never happened."

"Yes, Ron, but first, just one last kiss, our last one forever."

Man, was that ever passionate. Our tongues were thrusting deep into
each other's mouths and our pelvises were thrusting together.

I realized I was about to come in my pants, and I knew I had to stop
this, so I pulled away.

"Good-bye, my love. Now get in the car and drive home to Bill, and make
mad passionate love to him tonight. Promise?"

She was fumbling with the key now. "Yes, I promise. But, Ron ... one
thing I won't promise, is to pretend this never happened. I'm going to
remember this night as long as I live."

"Yeah, me too, Jan, me too."

I decided it would be best if I didn't send her a lunch IM the next
day, or the day after that. On the third day I was debating with myself
on the way to work. I wanted to see her so much! Did I dare? I had only
just gotten my system up and connected when she took the lead:

Jan - Dinner tonight, 6PM our house. Be there!
me - R U sure this is a good idea?
Jan - Bill wants to meet you. Promise you'll come?
me - You really want to do this?
Jan - YES!!
me - OK where is it?
Jan - 3781 Elm. BE THERE!!
me - OK, OK, I'll be there.
Jan - I can't wait!!

                                ~~~~~~~~~~

'This has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life,' I
thought as I turned onto Elm street. 'It's going to be a disaster,' I
told myself as I caught an address on the 3400 block.

I very nearly turned around at the next corner, but Jan had been so
sure she wanted me to come, and I had promised her. She would be
furious with me if I backed out now.

Ah, there was the house. I parked at the curb and made my way to the
door with a huge weight in my stomach. 'You can do this, Ron,' I nearly
said aloud as I reached for the doorbell. 'Do it for Jan,' were my
thoughts as I waited for someone to open the door. 'Please let it be
Jan,' as the door started to open.

A man stood there smiling. "Come in, Ron, I'm Bill."

"Oh, hi, Bill. I really don't feel like I should be here, but Jan
insisted. Is she ...?" I was peering around his head at the empty room
behind him.

"Nonsense, you're very welcome here. I told her to invite you."

'Right, sure,' I thought. 'You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what
I was doing with your wife just three nights ago. Maybe I should tell
you right now and watch that silly smile disappear from your face.'

By now he'd grabbed my right hand with his and shaken it, then pulled
me into the room. As he closed the door behind me he nodded toward the
sofa.

"Sit down over there while I get you a drink. What would you like?"

I'd already anticipated that question on the way over, and had decided
I didn't need anything that might cloud my better judgment.

"Nothing, thanks, I'm not much of a drinker."

His grin got wider. "Me either. But wait, I forgot to answer your
question. Jan's in the kitchen, just finishing up dinner. She said
she'd call us when it was ready."

We stared awkwardly at each other for a moment. I finally decided I
should say something.

"I'm trying to remember, Bill, if Jan told me what you do. Something
about houses, maybe?"

I knew perfectly well that he was a architect, and designed homes for
some very rich people. But I didn't want him to know how much time his
wife and I had spent together.

"Well, yes, it is about homes. I'm an architect, and I specialize in
designing custom homes."

That gave us something to talk about. I commented that their home
seemed to have some special touches, and he shrugged, saying it was
just a tract home, but he had tried to do a few things to it. That led
to him showing me some of the things he had done, and the time went
much more quickly than I had expected.

Suddenly I heard Jan's voice behind me, "Ron! I'm so glad you're here."

I turned around and her eyes fired a passionate hello as she took my
hand in both of hers.

"Has Bill been bragging about his changes around here? Actually," she
amended, turning to him and giving him a quick kiss, "I'm very proud of
the changes he's made. Don't you agree he's very talented?"

I nodded, and she went on, "but now, guys, it's time to eat. Come join
me in the dining room."

Wow, she had gone all out. Linen tablecloth, silver serving dishes,
cloth napkins, beautiful goblets. It was a round table, and I had
expected that she and Bill would sit opposite each other in traditional
host and hostess positions. But Jan had pulled a little switch on that,
putting Bill and I opposite each other, and herself between us, on the
side nearest the kitchen.

The food was nothing special, and the dinner conversation wasn't
exactly scintillating, but we did manage to get through the meal
without any long embarrassing silences. After we had finished the
sherbet that Jan brought out for desert, Bill suggested we could all
work together to help Jan clean things up, but Jan panicked.

"No way! I don't want Ron to see what the kitchen looks like right now.
You guys go back in the living room, and I'll just take a minute to
clear the table. Then I'll join you, and I have something serious to
talk about."

Oh, oh. Here it comes. Is she really going to tell Bill what's been
going on between us? This could get very nasty.

By now Bill and I were back in the living room, and it suddenly hit me
that the only furniture to sit on was that sofa where he and I had been
talking earlier. It was a big sofa, but I knew he wouldn't sit down
next to me, and that meant when Jan came in she would have to sit
between us. Indeed I sat at the left end of the sofa and he sat at the
right end. Then we just sat there, saying nothing, each thinking our
own thoughts.

Fortunately Jan didn't take long to clear the table, and she soon
bounced into the room. Yes, bounced was the term for it. She was
positively giddy. We'd each had one glass of wine during dinner, but
that wouldn't have been enough to do that to her, unless she had snuck
some more behind our backs. Anyway, she sat down between us, turned and
grinned at Bill, then turned and grinned at me.

"Now, about that serious conversation. Actually," she giggled, "I don't
feel serious at all. I feel high as a kite."

"I think maybe you are high as a kite," Bill observed. "You haven't by
any chance been drinking more of that wine in the kitchen, have you?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm not drunk. I haven't had anything except
the one glass of wine during dinner. I'm just very happy, being here
with two men I care most about."

Ouch! I couldn't see Bill's face, but that had to hit him hard.

"Ron," she said, turning toward me, "Bill and I had a long conversation
last night, and I told him about the parking lot Monday night."

"Don't look so scared," she went on, seeing my face, "he took it very
well. Didn't you, hon?"

"I'll admit," Bill put in, leaning forward so he could look at me,
"that I was shocked at first, but after a bit I realized this had to be
really hard for Jan to tell me. And then it hit me that she was doing
it because she didn't want to hide anything from me."

"I told him I thought he should know that I was very attracted to you,
but that I loved him very much, and I didn't want to lose him, and I
would do anything to keep him. I also said I could, and would, control
the feelings I have about you."

I nodded my agreement. "That's right Bill, I don't know how many times
she has said 'I'm married' to me. And while I'm at it, Bill, I have to
tell you that I'm very much attracted to Jan, but I've been trying to
resist those feelings. I don't believe in messing around with married
women, and I certainly don't want to wreck your marriage. What we did
Monday night was wrong, and I promise you it will never happen again."

"Not," I added when I realized what I'd said, "that we made love, or
anything like that. I know Jan would never cheat on you that way. But
we did go further than we should have."

"I know, Ron, Jan told me everything. So I know you were kissing very
passionately at the side of the car, but you didn't get in with her. I
also know that you were the one who called a halt to the last kiss, and
helped her into the car, and then," at this point I saw a smile flicker
over his serious face, "you said she should come home and make love to
me." Now his eyes were on her. "And we did. Oh, god did we ever! We
made mad, passionate, love for hours that night. And Tuesday night. And
last night we made love as soon as we got home, and then talked after
dinner, and then made love again before we talked some more."

Jan broke in, "And you're not going to believe what Bill told me last
night. He told me -- didn't you Bill -- that it would be OK if you and
I kissed again, so long as he was right there to be sure it didn't go
too far. So I want to do it, right now." and she leaned toward me.

"Oh, god, Jan, you know I'd love to kiss you, but I don't think Bill
really meant it. And I do mean what I said; I don't want to do anything
more to hurt your marriage."

"What do you mean 'anything more'?" came Bill's voice from behind Jan's
head, as her face filled my view. "Man, I just told you. The last three
days our sex has been hotter than anything since our honeymoon. If you
kissing Jan can do that, I'd say you're the best thing that's ever
happened to our marriage. So go ahead and kiss her!"

"See?" Jan said in triumph. "Now you know why I was so insistent this
morning," she whispered just before her lips met mine.

I still felt this wasn't right, and I couldn't totally get into it, but
it sure felt wonderful to have Jan's body melting against mine again.
For her part, Jan wasn't holding back. She had rolled toward me and was
pressing her thigh against mine, while her breast was rubbing against
my rib cage. Her mouth was open and her tongue was probing against my
lips. I finally granted it entry and she began stroking in and out of
my mouth. The lady was on fire.

"Do I get at turn now?" Bill finally asked.

"Oh, YES darling!" she grunted as she rolled away from me and toward
him.

Her kisses seemed just as passionate in that direction as they had been
a moment earlier with me. He slipped a hand down to rub her ass, to
which she responded by bringing her knee up onto his lap and thrusting
her crotch against his thigh. She was wearing a skirt, which was now
pulled up exposing most of her thigh. I was staring, mesmerized, my
cock throbbing.

Finally she pulled away from his mouth and whispered something in his
ear. He nodded, and she rolled back to me. I knew better than to put my
hand on her ass, but that didn't keep her from pulling her knee up onto
my lap and pushing her crotch rhythmically against my thigh. And that
wasn't the half of it. Her thigh, thrown across my lap, was grazing my
cock through my pants, and as she moved her ass back and forth her
thigh was lightly rubbing my inflamed member. Bill no longer existed
for me. My mouth was open and my tongue was dueling with hers.

I could hear her starting to moan quietly inside my mouth and finally
realized there was a hand between her breast and my chest. Bill had
rolled over against her back and was working her tit though her blouse.
I felt another hand work its way between us, and now he was squeezing
and pinching both of them. Jan was out of control, pounding her pussy
against my leg and kissing me wildly.

"Come to daddy," Bill whispered in her ear, and she obeyed.

"Oh, god, Bill, I'm so sorry! You said I could kiss him, but I'm sure
you didn't mean the way we were kissing just now ... and touching,
too."

"You didn't see me stopping you, did you? Don't worry, honey, if you
try to go too far I'll tell you. But right now I want you on my lap."

This time she straddled him, letting her skirt ride up so far I could
see the edge of her panties. She was pounding those panties against his
bulge and kissing him wildly as he continued to massage her boobs. Then
he unbuttoned her blouse so he could work on her bra. Her moan was
crescendoing, and soon become a wail. The lady needs her tits rubbed, I
thought, and it was as if Bill was reading my thoughts. He slid his
hands around to her back and unhooked her bra, then slipped his hands
inside it. Her wail became louder, and then suddenly stopped.

"I want to touch Ron again. Just one more, one more time, just a quick
one," she panted, and he agreed.

She rolled toward me making a guttural growl that was the sexiest sound
I have ever heard. She mounted me and started pounding her panties
against my giant erection. I wasn't going to be able to take very much
of this. But it soon got worse. She wasn't kissing me this time.
Instead her head was thrown back in passion as she wailed loudly and
continuously. She was hanging on to my shirt as she bounced wildly on
my lap. Her blouse was hanging open and her bra cups, with nothing to
hold them in place, were bounding up and down. I couldn't resist. I
just HAD to. My hands came up and slipped inside those bouncing cups. I
had barely touched her nipples when she screamed, and came.

She fell against me and lay there shuddering and panting. It was only
then I realized that Bill had once again rolled up against us, and had
his hand on her ass. In fact, her skirt was bunched up at her waist,
and I could see a bit of her ass cheeks. He must have had his hand
there long enough to slip her panties down. Wait ... his hand wasn't
really on her ass at all, but under her ass, on her pussy. So that was
what had made her come.

"My turn," he whispered intensely. "Take off your panties and come over
here."

She rolled to a sitting position, reached down and pulled off her
shoes, then slipped her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the
floor. That done, she rolled onto his lap, pulling her skirt up to her
waist as she did so. Then she raised up as far as she could on her
knees, reached down between their bodies, and slowly lowered herself
accompanied by groans from both of them. I hadn't seen him do it, but
he must have taken his cock out while she took her panties off, and he
must now have it buried inside her. I couldn't believe it. I was about
to see them fuck, and strangest of all, I was really looking forward to
it.

They weren't moving at all, just staring into each other's eyes. She
was still breathing somewhat heavily from her climax, but finally
leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss, not passionate, and not
long. As she straightened up he smiled, and reached for her shoulders.
He slid her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. She slipped her
hands out, and he tossed her blouse on the floor. Then his hands went
back to her shoulders, and slid the bra straps off. The bra fell to her
lap, and soon joined the pile on the floor.

Talk about an incredible opportunity! She was almost completely naked,
and she and Bill were so involved with each other at this moment that I
could feast my eyes on all of her body with no fear of giving offense.

Amazingly, I hadn't come when she did. It was probably some rational
corner of my mind that knew Bill was right there, and that it would
have been very embarrassing. Reveling in her body at this moment I was
suspended at an extremely pleasurably point of almost being there, but
not quite. I felt like I could hold this level of passion indefinitely,
and I willed myself not to break it by coming in my pants.

So, in a state of near suspended animation, I watched as they began
moving, at first slowly, then faster and faster. Suddenly he twisted
her around and threw her down on her back on the sofa, rolling on top
of her. Her head had fallen against my thigh, and I froze, not wanting
to make any move that would interrupt their concentration on each
other. He was pounding furiously into her now, and she was responding
by clawing at his back and pounding her heels against his butt.

Suddenly it was over, and they were both lying there shuddering and
panting. I still hadn't come, but a feeling of total joy washed over
me. He'd done it! He'd made Jan come again! Right then her pleasure was
all that really mattered to me. This was totally weird, and I knew it,
but I didn't care.

After their breathing finally slowed, and they had kissed repeatedly
with murmured "I love you's", Bill finally raised his head and saw my
leg.

"Jan, darling, do you know what you're resting your head against?"

"It feels like the end of the sofa."

"Huh uh, it's Ron's leg!"

She opened her eyes and twisted her head so she could look up at me.

"Oh, my god, Ron! I forgot all about you! I'm so sorry, we shouldn't
have made you watch this. This was terrible!"

I shook my head, "Not terrible at all; it was awesome. Actually,
watching you two was one of the most beautiful, one of the most
intimate, moments of my life. I can't believe you actually let me stay
here and watch you. But now that it's over, I imagine you're going to
feel like I was intruding. I'm really, really, sorry. I shouldn't have
watched."

"You had every right to be here," Bill assured me, "without you it
wouldn't have happened. So, no, I don't feel like you were intruding.
How about you, Jan?"

She shook her head, "No, Ron, you just made it more special."

"But, Ron," Bill suddenly put in, "what about you? You must be feeling
very sexually frustrated about now, unless ..."

"No, actually, I haven't," I admitted. "I guess it seemed like it would
be too embarrassing to come in my pants, and even more embarrassing to
have pulled it out and jacked myself off."

Bill seemed to think about that for a bit, and then said, rather
hesitantly, "Jan, baby, I'm going to pull out now, and I want you to do
something if you feel up to it."

"Right now I'd do anything for you, my love."

He got to his knees, and then swung his leg off the sofa, standing up.
That gave me my first look at Jan's pussy. She was still lying there
with her legs spread, either not knowing, or not caring, what she was
showing me. My erection quickly became more demanding. Her bush was
soft brown hairs, so sparse it hardly hid anything. I could see her
swollen lips, and a bit of her clit peeking between them. Her vagina
was still hidden from my view because of the angle I was looking from.

Bill had retrieved her panties and brought them to her. Realizing how
exposed she was, he immediately looked at my face. Caught, I flushed
and averted my eyes, but he only chuckled and winked at me.

"OK, babe, I want you to roll over on your tummy now. I'm putting these
panties under you to catch anything that leaks."

"Maybe I should go to the bath..." she started to say as she rolled,
but then suddenly stopped with an "Oh!" as she caught sight of the
jerking bulge in my pants.

"I think you should do something about that," Bill said calmly when he
saw where she was looking.

"No, Bill, I couldn't. I, I'm married, remember?"

"But you would like to, wouldn't you?"

"Y-y-yes. very-very ... yes, if I weren't married."

"When you and I made love just now, was it as great for you as it was
for me?"

"Better!" she whispered.

"And why was that?"

"I, I don't know," but she was still staring at my crotch, belying her
words.

"Yes, you do too know. Now scoot up a little bit." He grabbed her hips
and helped her move forward.

"Oh, Ron, I want to do it so much, but I mustn't. Please don't make me
do this, Ron."

"Of course not, Jan. I wouldn't make you do anything." Her cheek was on
my lap now, and I was stroking her bare back. "It would feel wonderful,
of course, but I never thought there was any chance you would ever do
it, so I'm not expecting it to happen now."

"I'm not going to make you do it either, Jan," Bill reassured her, "but
I know you really, really want to, and he really, really wants it, and
its not like actually having sex. I mean, you know, after all, there's
no way he could make you pregnant."

"But it's wrong ... it isn't what I promised when I married you, Bill.
Oh Bill, oh Bill, yes, I do want to, but I can't hurt you this way.
You'd feel like I was breaking my vows if I did this, I know you would,
wouldn't you?"

"No baby, I wouldn't. Now unzip his pants and do it."

Her hand was shaking so much she could hardly get my zipper down. And I
was shivering with a level of passion I had never, ever, felt before.
It took all my willpower to keep from coming prematurely. Finally she
had it out, kissed the tip, and slid it into her mouth. BAM!! Two hours
of stimulation were distilled into one moment of climax. I was pumping
and pumping like I would never stop. The more I pumped the more she
sucked. And the more she sucked the more I pumped. It seemed like it
was never going to end.

But of course it did finally end, and I pushed her head gently away.
She kissed the tip one last time, then turned her head and smiled up at
me, a smile with total tenderness in her eyes. No words were exchanged.
I was still recovering, and she was still swallowing cum, and besides,
anything we might have said at that moment would itself have been a
violation of her wedding vows.

Instead she rolled back over and looked up at her husband with a
haunted, frightened, face.

"Oh, Bill, I shouldn't have done that. You've got to be seething,
angry, right now. I can't imagine how awful it must have made you feel.
This has to stop right now. I'm so scared."

"It's OK, honey, I'm fine. Remember, I asked you to do it. Now why
don't you go clean up in the bathroom, and then we can talk when you
come out."

She nodded numbly and started out of the room, wearing only her skirt.
I started to suggest she take her other clothes, but thought better of
it.

"Jan's right, you know," I told Bill quietly after she had left the
room. "We did let things get very much out of hand, and we need to
stop."

"Look, Ron, I just had some truly incredible sex tonight. I got the
impression that you did to." I had to nod in agreement with that. "And
if you think about it, what we had was maybe half of what Jan had. She
said we had to stop, but you know that as long as she lives she is
going to remember this night." I nodded again. "And more than that, if
it never happens again she is going to feel the ache of having lost it.
She is going to feel that again and again. Oh, I know Jan. She'll
suppress the ache and devote herself to me. But it will always, always,
be an unfulfilled longing deep within her."

He took a deep breath and seemed to shift gears. "I want her to be
happy. I'm sure, Ron, that you do too. You tell me, what can we do
right now to make her the most happy? Stop this, or let it continue?"

"Bill," I said slowly, "you're not thinking clearly. Yes, letting this
continue would make her deliriously happy right now. Hell, it would
make me deliriously happy right now. But I'll bet it wouldn't be long
before problems arose. Like jealousy, for example. There's no way you
could avoid feeling jealous about sharing her with me, and I could
become jealous of you for having so much more time with her than I do.
Or how about fixation. I could easily become fixated on her, and feel I
can't live without her. And, Bill, you also need to face the
possibility that she might become fixated on me. No, the long term
prospects don't look at all good."

"OK, I admit there are dangers. So," he argued, "we just have sit down
together, all of us, and agree that those things might happen, and then
all three swear that everything ends immediately if any one of us
thinks it should."

"But, Bill," I smiled, "I think you just heard two of us say that it
should end right now."

"That," he stated flatly, "doesn't count. It was an immediate emotional
reaction made before we had thought the situation through, and before
we had an agreement."

Jan rejoined us not long after that. To my great surprise she was still
wearing the same skirt, and was still naked to the waist. I suspected
strongly that she would still be naked under that skirt, and that was
enough to make my cock start to grow again.

Bill explained his proposal, and she resisted for quite a while, but
finally gave in. Then he turned to me.

"OK, Ron, it's up to you. Now that we fully understand the short term
happiness and long term risks, are you willing to join Jan and I in
swearing that we can let this continue, but break it off completely and
immediately if anyone becomes uncomfortable?"

"I still think we need something more," I hedged. "Some kind of
agreed-upon limits. Jan and I both felt we had gone past the limits a
while ago, but it's hard to know if we don't know what they are."

Bill nodded. "Well, for one thing, how about if we say you two can't go
all the way together. I mean, I don't want you cumming inside her."

"God, yes," I blurted out, "I don't think I should be inside her at
all!"

I turned to Jan for agreement, but she seemed to be lost in a world of
her own, smiling a secret smile. "What about it, Jan, do you agree?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, I agree with Bill."

Now there's a shocker. Is she really saying that she wants me to fuck
her, so long as I pull out at the last second? No, Ron, don't get your
hopes up. It's probably just that she was thinking of something else
and didn't even hear what I said. So she agreed with the only thing she
had heard. But, then, what do you suppose she was daydreaming about,
and why didn't she add some further limits of her own if she didn't
like the ones she had heard? Anyway, what the hell. Who am I to object?

"OK, I agree. Do we all swear?" We put all six of our hands together on
Jan's lap, and nodded solemnly.

"In that case," Jan grinned diabolically, "I think you guys are both
overdressed. In fact I think I'm overdressed."

She stood up, unfastened her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Yup,
nothing underneath.

"So, what does this make you feel like?" she asked seductively,
clasping her hands behind her head and swiveling her hips as she made a
complete 360 degree turn.

Bill grinned at me. "I feel like shucking my clothes. How about you?"

Actually I had mixed feelings, because I wasn't sure I wanted him to
know just how turned on I was at that moment, and that was going to
become pretty obvious without any clothing on. But Jan had now sat down
on the floor, and was beckoning us to join her. Guess who won that
debate.

When we had joined her, she stretched out on her back, spreading her
arms wide. "I want a man on each side of me," she said intensely.

I rolled up against her, putting my mouth on her cheek, my hand on her
rib cage, my thigh on top of hers, and you can judge for yourself where
my peter was. She turned her face toward mine and we began kissing. As
the kiss became more intense I moved my hand up to her breast and
started tracing little circles around her nipple. She moaned her
appreciation, and soon started pumping her pelvis up and down. Then
suddenly she twisted her head way from me and started kissing Bill.

I lifted my head enough to be able to look down her body and spotted
Bill's hand once again buried in her pussy. But then I heard her
whisper "my nipple" to him, and his hand obediently came up. Her pelvic
thrusts stopped at that point, but were soon replaced by a side-to-side
motion that was sending jolts of electricity through my cock. Her arm
was wrapped around my neck, and her hand was clutching at my shoulder.
She started moving it up and down my arm, finally pushing against my
lower arm at my elbow. You don't suppose ...

I let my hand slip off her breast and start moving down toward her
belly. The pelvic thrusts started up immediately. Well, I'll be damned.
I kept moving my hand down, past her belly button, and finally to that
soft hair I'd seen earlier. At that point she began moaning into Bill's
mouth and thrusting faster. I slid my hand down farther, and slipped a
finger between her lips, touching her clit lightly. She jerked her head
back to the straight up position and started chanting "YES! YES! YES!"
over and over. Her entire body was moving up and down now as she forced
her clit against my finger.

"MORE!! MORE!!" she was screaming, and I began stroking that little nub
from its base up to its tip.

"AAAHHHHHHH!" she screeched as she came. "Aaaahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhh."

"Oh, god, yes," she moaned when she could speak again. She grabbed my
head with her hand and forced my mouth against hers. That kiss itself
was almost enough to make me come.

It went on, and on, until Bill protested, "Hey, don't I get a turn?"

Jan pulled her mouth away from mine so she could respond.

"Oh, you'll get a turn all right, and maybe two or three," she promised
him, "but first, I owe Ron one, and I think we'll do it this way."

She pushed my head down to her breast, where I started kissing and
sucking delightedly. Before long she pushed my head down to her belly,
which I slathered with kisses.

"Keep going," she hissed, "and swing your legs around."

I didn't have to be asked twice. I swung around with my knees
straddling her head. Her knees were pulled up on each side of her body,
and her pussy was sticking up in the air, wide open and ready for
action. I licked my way up and down her crack, then went back to her
fuck hole and shoved my tongue inside. She started coming immediately.
Then I worked a hand around the outside of her thigh and in to where my
tongue was keeping her jerking. I pulled my tongue out, and she moaned
her displeasure, but I immediately shoved two fingers in to replace it.

Meanwhile she had sucked my cock into her mouth and I was pumping it in
and out. It had probably been less than an hour since the last time she
sucked me off, so I knew I'd be able to hold out longer this time. What
I wasn't sure of was how much more I could do for her, and how long she
could keep going the way she was. But I was determined to do the best I
could. I was pumping my fingers in and out of her cunt and could feel
its muscles clenching down on them on every stroke. I let my tongue
work its way back up to her clit, and when it got there the real
fireworks began. She was jerking, flapping her legs against me, and
humping up to meet every thrust of my fingers.

I had one more trick in my bag. I wrapped my lips around her clit and
sucked. She tensed, opened her mouth, and screamed. That did it for me,
and I started squirting jets of cum down her throat. That stopped her
scream, and she started sucking again, but her arms and legs still held
me in a death grip. In fact she could have been dead except for her
sucking mouth and convulsing cunt. She wasn't humping, wasn't jerking,
wasn't making a sound; just hanging on for dear life with no action
anywhere except around my cock and inside her cunt.

I soon ran out of cum to pump, but her contractions seemed like they
might never stop. At long last they quieted down and her body relaxed.
Her arms fell away from my ass, and her feet dropped to the floor with
her knees sagging outward. I decided it was time to climb off.

Bill was looking at her with concern in his face. "Are you all right,
babe?"

She slowly opened her eyes, but seemed to be having trouble focusing on
him.

"All right? I don't know." Her voice was totally spacey. "What does all
right mean? I've been ... somewhere ... somewhere else ... and I don't
know if I can come back."

"Jan, it's me, Jan, it's Bill. Can you come back for me, Jan?"

"Oh, Bill, oh darling, did you see what happened? I don't understand
it, I don't know what happened. It's never been like that. Oh god,
Bill, please hold me, I need to feel you holding me."

She was crying now, and shivering. Bill held her and cuddled her and
stroked her back. I didn't belong there. I eased away from them and
found my clothes. As I was dressing I caught Bill's eye and jerked my
thumb toward the door. He nodded, and turned his attention beck to Jan.
I eased my way out the door as quietly as possible.

I didn't know what to expect after that. Probably nothing. We had all
sworn to break off if there was any problem, and somehow it seemed
there had been a problem, though I didn't understand what it was.

I kept watching my buddy list the next morning, but she hadn't signed
in. I had this horrible fear that she might have quit her job to avoid
me. She just had to show up! Not that I knew what I would do when she
did. Probably nothing. Finally a message popped up. It was her!

Jan - 2+1+BIG1+2 last night. 2 more this morning.
me - WOW!

I had told Jan there was rumor going around that IM inside the company
might be recorded, and we always tried to avoid being explicit.

Jan - Just got in, we couldn't stop.
me - Is everything OK?
Jan - U BET! Can you come tonight?

Somehow the choice of word struck me as more than accidental. I
couldn't resist.

me - R U kidding? I'm about to come right now ...
me - just thinking about it.

She was a bit slow responding, but I understood why when it came.