A Reluctant Trade

"Oh yes thank you," Laura replied, thinking he meant water and shocked to see him pour two glasses of whiskey, handing one to her.

"Would you like ice in yours?"

"Yes please," she answered, thinking it might dilute the alcohol somewhat.

"It's quite alright to be nervous. I also suffer from nerves," he announced, handing her the drink

"You do?" she replied, taking a sip.

"Yes, I think we all do," he continued, rising, presenting a bottle of pills. "Here; this is what I take for my nerves. Have one."

"What are they?"

"A mild sedative. It'll relax you."

"Can I have it with alcohol?"

"Of course. Here, I'll take one as well."

After watching her host swallow the pill, Laura felt it impolite to decline and did likewise. The whiskey cut her throat, but she was pleased that she felt no noticeable effect from the medication. Kirton made small talk about the weather, while Laura sipped on her drink. Finally, they both emptied their glasses.

"Now then," he said, suddenly standing. "I have a meeting in under an hour, so we don't have much time. It's warm; your nervous, so first I think we go walk through my garden, to see if we can't relax you."

They left the office via a door onto the patio and on into a lush garden. It was large, flourishing and slightly cooler under the foliage. Laura felt relieved, noting the garden was impressive. As they walked about, Kirton pointed to various plants and Laura felt her body relaxing further.

"This is pleasant," she thought. "Maybe I've been a little too judgmental."

They wandered through the garden for 15 minutes or more, Laura happy with the shade provided by the large trees. Now feeling a sense of calmness, she began to enjoy the big man's company. She found herself admiring his ability to carry a conversation, the width of his broad shoulders and the way he'd gently touch her arm to guide her in the direction of another plant. Eventually they arrived back at the building. Kirton led her in by way of a different entrance, and she followed him up some stairs. Through another door, they entered a hallway.

"Up here there are four bedrooms Laura. We have the choice of anyone of them."

"A choice?"

"Yes, come, I'll show you," he said, pushing open the door of the first bedroom.

Laura was impressed, as he described the décor, telling her host as much. The room was sumptuous, with beautiful curtains, furniture and a large double bed covered by an impressive bedspread. Laura the accountant immediately estimated the considerable cost of the decor.

The next room he showed her was similar, only with different colors. The wealth on display began to distract Laura. She was starting to picture some of the furniture in her small house, then began dreaming of a larger house.

"These rooms are magnificent," Laura gushed, upon being shown the third bedroom.

"Which one Laura?" he asked.

Laura hesitated, suddenly aware of her isolation, In the room alone.

"Which one?" she eventually repeated.

"Which bedroom do you feel most comfortable in."

"Well they're all very nice, this one especially, but I... I'm not sure quite what you mean."

"Well come here and let me explain," he said, shutting the door, before taking hold of both her bare upper arms and turning her back to the wall. "You know why we're up here today, don't you?"

"Ummm, I'm... not really."

"Well, when we were in my office last week, you told me that you were a devoted wife who would do anything to help her husband secure his job. You did say that?" Kirton asked, enjoying the look of disquiet that spread across her face.

"I don't think I said exactly that, but it was along those lines."

"And what did I say?"

"You said.... Ummmm... I can't recall."

"I told you that the mere sight of you made my cock hard."

"Oh!" Laura exclaimed, his crude statement confirming her fears.

"It's hard now. Here, feel it," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his trouser front.

With her hand held firmly pressed into it, Laura couldn't help but feel Kirton's cock.

"And what of you?" he asked, running his hand up underneath her short dress to press into her expensive silk-satin panties. "Ahh yes, there's a nice warmth emanating from between your legs Laura."

"There's not at all," Laura quickly denied.

Fantasies were one thing, but reality was now biting hard. She might have given some consideration to such an outcome, but the confirmation took her aback. Heart racing, she sort to delay what was rapidly moving beyond her control.

"Umm... please, I think you might have misinterpreted some things I've said," she said, pressing hard into the wall.

"I don't think so. You said you'd do anything. Whatever it takes," he said quietly in her ear, now cupping her pussy through the smooth material. "Well I'm confirming you can save your husbands job. You'd still like to save it?"

"Yes, yes I would, but...," was all she got out, as she attempted to maneuver herself away from the hand pressing on her. "Please..."

"You'd like me to remove my hand, and release yours?" he asked.

"Yes please."

"If you kiss me, I will."

Laura stared up at him weighing up matters and berating herself for having been maneuvered so easily into a bedroom. When he began to move fingers on her she felt the material slide. Embarrassed, by this, she quickly decided a kiss was the preferable option. She nodded and looked up at him.

Delighted at both her acquiesce and what his fingers had discovered, Kirton removed his hand, released hers, lowered his head and found her lips. Having been granted under duress, he knew he must make the kiss count. The young wife had a pleasant taste, just as he knew she would, and he felt her relax slightly. However, Kirton couldn't help himself and ran his hand up the dress to her breast, where he grasped firmly. She flinched and tensed, but didn't break their kiss. They continued in this manner until Kirton desired more.

"Open your mouth," Kirton ordered, hands stroking her bare upper arms.

By and large, Laura had not found the initial kiss distasteful. However, a French kiss was something she'd only ever shared with her husband. At first she thought to reject him, but the hands moving on her arms weakened her will. Laura complied. She felt his tongue deftly probing to locate hers. With no hand groping her breast she again relaxed and began to enjoy the kiss, her tongue flicking to meet his. They continued until she felt him move forward and press his cock firmly into her stomach.

At this point Laura broke free of his lips. She drew the back of her hand across her lips as if to wipe away the guilt, while giving him the sternest look she could muster.

"We should stop now," she announced forthrightly.

"I don't think so," the large man said, taking hold of her slim waist, lifting, turning and throwing her back onto the middle of the bed.

Amazed that he could propel her such a distance, Laura's eyes went wide in surprise. Fear followed and she reacted, her sandals coming off as she scrambled back across the large bed.

"Stop acting like a virgin Mrs. Bowen," he said, catching her ankle and following her onto the bed. "You enjoyed our kiss. You kissed me back, knowing full well where such mutual passion leads too."

"I... I thought a brief kiss would suffice." Laura began, as a hand ran up her thigh. "I... I'm a married woman and I haven't agreed to this Mr. Hughes."

"Your mind might not have verbally agreed, but your body tells an entirely different tale. You are as ready as any woman I've ever kissed."

"I am not," she exclaimed defiantly, feeling her dress pushed clear of the top of her thighs.

"Then why wear beautiful satin panties. You say you're not well off, yet these are finery. Why did you don them today, if you didn't expect someone to see them," he announced boldly, roughly pushing a leg to one side.

"Oh!" Laura gasped, having no reply, fearful of what was about to occur.

Thoughts raced through her mind. Would he merely tear her white panties asunder. They were expensive and she didn't want them ruined. Was it adultery if he took her in such manner? Would the story get out? What of the Secretary downstairs? At that moment Laura recalled Bridget Huff's words to her.

'You can call out if you need me.' Laura recalled. "I can scream, and Miss Huff will come running."

Laura decided she'd scream as soon as he ripped her panties. She lay there readying herself, at which point the large man took her completely off guard. Suddenly, she felt soft lips caress her skin, high on the inside of her exposed thigh.

"Oh!" Laura softly gasped, as the lips began moving around, kissing wherever they landed.

Laura had never before experienced anyone kissing her in that region. She didn't find the touch distasteful and when fingertips arrived to compliment the lips, Laura couldn't help but elicit a small hum.

Kirton heard the noise and kissed higher. When he got to the softness at the top of her inner thighs, his nostrils flared, and it was his turn to hum.

"The scent of feminine arousal," he thought, breathing in deeply, savoring the odor.

For her part, despite finding the sensations pleasurable, Laura remained highly embarrassed that any man's head should venture so close to her most intimate part. She placed a hand on his head and looked to weakly push him away.

Her efforts were fruitless. One because her efforts were half-hearted and two, because Kirton had no intention of being denied a taste of her femininity. Still nibbling and kissing her inner thigh, he pushed his cheek into her panties.

"Oh dear!" Laura gasped, as these manipulations had the impact he intended. "Please stop."

"But you don't want me to stop," he countered, wrenching her pretty panties roughly to one side. "Relax and enjoy it Laura. What happens in this room today, will stay in this room."

Kirton again breathed the pungent odor of womanhood and placed his tongue along her slit, before dragging it up the length. Her gasp told him no man had done this before. He soon began to intersperse licking, with kissing and sucking. Eventually he probed deeper with his tongue, cajoling more moisture to the surface.

When he finally moved to concentrate on her pearl, the fingers pressing into his scalp told him she liked this. He turned a hand and slipped his middle finger gently inside, and began finger fucking her to the second knuckle. This proved too much.

"Oh no, please, please don't do... oh dear, oh dear, it feels so... so..." she babbled on, much to his amusement.

Kirton provided no let-up, continuing his movements; tongue on pearl, finger probing ever deeper. Her pelvis began to twitch, the fluids increased and eventually he heard a loud moan, while feeling her pussy pulsating on his finger.

Delighted with the results of his efforts, Kirton rose up. Kneeling, he surveyed the beauty, eyes closed head to the side, basking in the remnants of her orgasm He took his opportunity, moved her legs together and drew the satin panties down, off her bare feet. He kissed each foot and calf in turn, before placing a hand on her dress and massaging a breast. The woman, still basking in her recent orgasm, made no effort to stop him. He grunted, wishing to see her fully naked. However, he felt some urgency.

"That can wait for another time," he thought, pulling off his shirt and reaching to drop his trousers to mid-thigh, freeing his fully erect cock.

Despite her eyes being closed, Laura heard the zipper and felt him come above her, between her legs. She knew what was about to occur. Her morals told her not to give up the fight, but the sensations lingered, and she had neither the strength, nor inclination to push him away. She soon felt his manhood probing at her pussy lips. Laura again looked to rationalize her position.

"We're going to couple. It's adultery, but he's promised it remains confidential between the two of us. It will secure my man his job and... so be it," she thought, bringing her knees higher, either side of the wide torso above her.

This small move of compliance delighted Kirton. He loved that moment of complete surrender, when the young woman's morals caved in and she gave in to her inner most desires. He looked down at his prize. Head turned to the side she remained unwilling to look at him. He lowered himself, moving lips to her neck and then ear, sucking on the lobe. Cock head tapping at her entrance, he whispered in her ear.

"You're ready. Tell me your ready for me Laura."

At first Laura determined to refuse his request of compliance. Her eyes remaining tightly shut.

"He can take as he so desires, but I'm not going to beg him too."

Kirton was desperate to claim his prize this first time, but continued to delay, merely making shallow probing movements with his cockhead. To his delight a small moan escaped her lips. He again asked her.

The teasing of his lips continuing to travel from ear lobe to neck, and the manhood poised at her entrance were all too much. The need to feel him fully inside had grown to an intolerable level. Thankful for not having to look him in the eye, Laura surrendered.

"Yes, Ok, I'm ready. Please, right now..." she gasped, pulling her legs back and wider, offering herself entirely.

"Good girl," he replied patronizingly, pushing forward to enter her.

"Oh golly, gently," she pleaded, bringing a hand to his hip, while dropping her legs lower, to prevent him driving forward.

"You'll adapt. Pull your legs back up again," he growled bluntly.

When he felt her do as asked he moved again, pushing half his shaft inside her warm pussy. He guessed by the tightness that no one his size had been there previously. He began to slowly fuck her, using only the top half of his shaft, listening to her breathing. When he felt her relax underneath him, he drove deeper.

"Oh dear God," Laura blasphemed, feeling him now touching places previously untraversed. "Please.! You must go slowly."

Kirton loved hearing such utterances. Her words reinforced his belief that his cock was more than sufficient for any woman. He growled deeply, but didn't reply, merely leaving himself within, allowing her to adapt to his girth.

It wasn't painful for Laura, but this brute was certainly larger than her husband and his cock stretched her. She knew he would soon move in her with urgency, so did her best to relax. The lips at her neck helped distract her and she began to run hands around his back.

Kirton felt the movement as her knees drew higher up his flank. She now had one hand in his hair while the other stroked his back. Encouraged by this show of compliance, he began to move in her, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed.

Laura's fluids flowed freely, and all discomfort was soon gone. Guilt had fled as well. She gave herself entirely over to the growing sensations, allowing her fantasy to return. She finally had her sports jock on top of her, fucking her. Laura lifted her pelvis higher, now happy to receive him fully.

Feeling nails now digging into his back, Kirton delighted in his conquest fully entering into the spirit. This did not normally occur the first time, and the fact caused his excitement to grow. He looked to control his speed, not wanting it to end too quickly.

On the other hand Laura, having fully adapted to his size, wanted more. She had a foot on his buttock, feeling it flex every time he drove into her. In her minds-eye she'd gone to the middle of the College football field at midnight, dress rucked high, with the Captain of the College football team driving his cock repeatedly into her. The fantasy saw the sensations ramp up ten-fold. She was almost there and signaled this, by moving a hand to try and grip his buttock. Unable to reach she raked nails up his flank, while moving her pelvis to match his movements.

Inexperienced Laura wasn't to know it, but these instinctive actions proved too much for Kirton. The fingernails, her pelvic rocking and short sharp breaths. All control gone, he sped up further. Cum raced up his shaft. Just as he felt the woman beneath him go rigid and let out a long groan, he lodged his cock deep inside her.

Pussy pulsating on the manhood, Laura basked in the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. To her delight it appeared to travel on and on. She made no effort to hide this fact.

When she finally began to calm, Laura marveled at having achieved a second orgasm in one session. This had never previously occurred, not by her own efforts or with her husband. Suddenly Gerry came to the forefront of her mind and the fact that the body above her, in her, wasn't his. Guilt flooded back in and she was pleased to feel his short-sharp, jerking movements, an indication he'd likely finished. When she easily accepted three more, long slow movements, she knew it was his cum lubricating her pussy. Finally, he stopped altogether and dropped his full weight fully onto her.

Despite her guilt and having the air squeezed out of her lungs Laura left him there, not wishing to complain. She dropped her feet onto the bed, but continued to rub hands soothingly across his broad back, until the reality of her situation became more than she could bear. She wasn't a College sophomore out on the football field, with the star-quarter back. She was a married woman in bed with her husband's Boss.

"Could you... could you come out now?" she said, giving a small buck of her hips, which saw him slowly rise up off her.

"Of course, Thanks for that Mrs. Bowen. You were a great fuck," Kirton said, withdrawing and rolling to lie beside her.

"Golly! What a back handed compliment," she thought, but said nothing.

Despite his crude manner of expressing it, Laura felt a pang of pride at hearing he'd found their love making satisfactory. Happy her breasts remained covered, but unwilling to lie with her nether region exposed, she pulled her dress down to cover her pussy. Laura felt a post-coital desire to turn and be close to him, but dared not show such affection. Further silence ensued, until she felt a need to say something.

"I need to get home soon Kirton."

"Yes, and I have a meeting back at the factory shortly," he said standing and pulling his trousers back on. "There's a bathroom through there where you can clean yourself up. I'm not showering, because I want to smell you, while I'm sitting in my meeting."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, once again taken aback by his crudeness.

"Tomorrow evening your husband will return home, and tell you his job is safe for another two months."

"What if he isn't up to the level required?" Laura asked, fully aware this was most likely the case.

"It doesn't matter. We're a large company and we'll cover for him. So long as I'm fucking his wife, Gerry Bowen remains employed at Hughes Mining," Kirton stated, enjoying the look of disquiet that spread across Laura's face.

"You mean we have to do this again?"

"Why not? We both enjoyed it."

Laura blushed and looked away, embarrassed by his accurate assessment of what had just occurred.

"In the meantime, when he tells you his good news, you should act surprised and take him to bed. A reward for your man, although I doubt he'll be able to fulfill you in the manner you just experienced."

Now dressed, he came forward, lifted Laura's head off the pillow and kissed her full on the lips. Just as quickly he released her.

"After you've washed, go along the hallway and down the main stairs. Bridget will show you the way out," he announced, turned and walked out the door.

Laura lay there in disbelief at what had just occurred. The thought of once again returning to bed with this crude brute saw her mind swimming.

"He made me orgasm with his tongue," she recalled, remembering the best moment. "Then he ploughed into me like a gorilla.... and I orgasmed again."