Advanced Swimming Lessons

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Darren saw his wife's car parked in front of his office as he pulled in. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see that she had arrived an hour early for their weekly lunch date. Although he was happy to see Rachel anxious to start what had lately become an exciting but routine event he still had a few things to do before he could dedicate himself to her.

His startup business was starting to prosper but his small office space was still in an old strip shopping center. He was able to park in the back and enter from a rear service door that lead to the back door of his office. Hopefully Rachel would still be out in the reception area talking to his assistant and he could sneak in his calls without either of them knowing.

Such was not the case. The back door to his office had a small glass window and as he stood in the darkened hallway he could see into his office where Rachel was sitting behind his desk with the door closed. She was casually sitting in his big office chair, idly thumbing through the items on top of his desk as if there were something of interest to her.

As she swung herself back and forth on the swivel chair he caught glimpses of sheer white panties under her short skirt. In an odd way he was surprised she was wearing any at all, especially knowing that she was there for a "suck and fuck" lunch at a shabby motel just down the road.

He allowed himself to watch her a while before he would exit the back door and go around to the front so as not to give himself away. He found it interesting to watch her as she thumbed through his desk and drawers while mindlessly and gently massaging her nipples or reaching down between her legs to stroke herself softly for a while. She was definitely in the right frame of mind for the moment.

Just as he thought he had seen enough, Emily appeared in the filing area just outside his office. Although Emily surely knew Rachel was in his office he knew she wouldn't be able to see her through the heavily tinted glass that separated them. Yet Rachel could easily see her. She had an armload of stuff to be filed and sat it on the floor to begin her task.

"Uh, oh!" Darren thought and cringed. This isn't good. It wasn't going to take Rachel long to figure out that all the time and money that went into relocating the files and tinting the windows wasn't quite so innocent.

Emily was his only employee and had first came to him two years ago as a fresh bride just turning twenty-one. He loved her work ethics, as she was a super busy beaver that totally submerged herself in her job. But what he found out by accident was that when she got absorbed into what she was doing she forgot about all else.

That included how she was positioned while either leaning over, sitting on the floor, or in an awkward squatting position. The bottom line was that she offered a full view of everything under her skirt. Most of the time that was a thong, but there were many delightful times that she ignored underwear for the day.

After a few months of this Darren had decided to quit sneaking around the corner to catch peeks of her, choosing instead to just move the files in front of his window then tint them with a mirror finish to mask his purpose.

It worked like magic. At times she would either forget he was in his office only a few feet away or just ignore him. At other times he would quietly slip in the back door without her even knowing he was in.

Those were the best times. She thought he was out of the office and would totally abandon any modesty, often pulling her skirt up above her waist as she sat on the floor and filing for long periods of time. He couldn't recall the number of times he had blown his mind and his wad watching her.

But this was different. All of a sudden it was Rachel, not himself, getting the show. He silently prayed that Emily would remember where she was and not put on an exhibition. Hopefully, Rachel would go outside and talk to her.

Instead, Emily dropped to one knee to put her files on the floor and there was an immediate flash of an uncovered pussy. Darren cringed and froze in place, awaiting Rachel's reaction. She stopped the fidgeting she was doing and gave Emily her undivided attention.

Emily wasn't exposed all the time, instead just giving flashes of bush at times as she went about her task. Still, she started showing more and more, both the naked crotch and ample amounts of leg and ass. It didn't surprise him that Rachel would show interest. It did surprise him when she stood up and moved silently over near the glass, carefully pulling up a chair and sitting down to watch Emily.

Although he didn't time it, when Darren later recalled the scene he knew it must have taken less than five minutes of this before the unbelievable started to unfold in front of him. As he watched Rachel observing Emily, he was astounded when her left hand came up and gently started massaging her nipple. Within minutes, her right hand started making slow teasing circles on the inside of her leg just above her knee.

As Emily filed and flashed awkwardly, Rachel's hand kept sliding up her leg. When it went high enough the short hem just slid up her leg gently, not hindering her upward movement. Finally, her fingers reached their goal and as Darren stood there with sweat starting to pour out, they eased themselves under the thin elastic leg band and disappeared.

He watched as she stared openly at Emily and moved her fingers slowly but steadily under her panties. When Emily turned around in a twisted position and fully exposed her crotch for an extended period, Rachel's reaction was immediate and totally unexpected. She stopped everything long enough to remove her hand and shove her panties down and off as if they were a nuisance, kicking them over to one side.

For Darren, it was one of those moments. Just to relieve the pain he had no choice but to unzip his pants and unleash it. It sprung out like a huge tree limb that had been in a bind and his hand folded around it more as a natural reaction than a planned purpose.

It seemed Rachel drove his actions. As she gained momentum so did he. His quick glances at Emily in her flashing position became less and less frequent, his attention instead focused on his wife. Her legs had widened and grown stiff, sometimes lifting off the floor.

This was new ground for Darren. She often rubbed herself gently and idly just before or after they had sex, but he had never witnessed this. And witness he did. Her fingers became a machine, her entire body stiffened, and without ever taking her eyes off Emily she convulsed and exploded silently.

Her legs opened and closed several times before they became locked in place, wide open and stiff. Finally, her head turned to one side while in the throes and he could see the almost anguished look on her face.

That was it for Darren. He spent himself all over the wall, thinking to himself at that odd time that he would have to clean it up later. Gently he slowed down, never taking his eyes off Rachel. He fully expected her to take his clue and cease her manipulation, too.

As expected, she gradually slowed her pace and her body relaxed a bit. The stiffness of her body gave way to a slow, rolling motion from her hips in reaction to the fingers that continued to slowly massage her clit.

Neither had noticed when Emily had stood up and left. Rachel was still stroking the last of the pleasure from swollen nerves, chest heaving from the experience and breath still hard.

Darren put himself back together but continued to watch her. Slowly, finally, through the lifting haze it all hit him. The high was over. The excitement dulled.

Rachel had just masturbated to a massive orgasm from watching another woman!

As he watched her continue to slowly ease herself out of her little coma and put her panties back on, he stood dry mouthed and stunned as he let it sink in. From where in the world had this come? He knew that there had been some changes in their lives recently but whatever had happened to that shy girl he had married?

He shouldn't have been so surprised. He had become a sculptor and she had become his masterpiece.

THE FIRST FLAW

When Darren first met Rachel they lived two hundred miles apart. They had met through a mutual friend and even though she was super attractive and he was very interested in her, there just seemed to be a missing spark. That all disappeared in one fell swoop one night when he showed up unexpectedly for an unbelievably romantic dinner. It all led to her apartment and eventually a gentle undressing for the first time.

When she was so reluctant to remove her clothes he was concerned that she had some disfigurement. Instead, she was embarrassed about him seeing her crotch. The silky thatch of dark red hair between her legs would have captured anybody's attention. It had been a joke at school among the other girls who had seen it. Even though she shaved and trimmed it regularly during those days, it was still the nature of good-hearted jokes.

Comments like "Jeez, Rachel. Is there a pussy hidden in there somewhere?" and references to the "red jungle" were common. But the few boys who had seen it were fascinated and Darren became hypnotized with it. She tried to control it by such things as wearing extremely short shorts instead of swimming attire but the few times she was in public in a swimming suit it was a losing battle to keep it contained.

It was like somebody had lit a stick of dynamite in the relationship. He was so enthralled with it that he never allowed her to shave any portion of it again. Later, during a quiet moment, she told him that his seeing it in its totally abandoned state was all a fluke. If she had actually expected him to show up she would have trimmed it. It's the little things that make life so good!

Sex was great and a wonderful marriage followed, but like all things a little tarnish started to build. Over a period of time, not only was his attention easily detracted to other women but also he started watching with great interest the amount of attention that Rachel received from other men.

He was surprised that it excited him so instead of making him jealous. It took a little bit of persuasion but eventually he was able to talk her into not wearing panties under her loose shorts and short skirts.

It became a game in which she reluctantly participated but in which he looked forward to with much anticipation. He would sit from a distance and watch as the men watched her, often blatantly changing their positions to get a better look under her skirt. Rachel quickly learned that any attempt to adjust her skirt to deny the admiring eyes their target not so much drew criticism but rather quiet disappointment from Darren.

And, as much as she hated to admit it, once the actual "show" was over and the embarrassment subsided, without fail she would have an unwanted but very definite tingle between her legs from the attention she had received. It was, in fact, very erotic and she responded to it when he would later slip inside her, breathing heavily and whispering what was essentially sweet "thanks for the show" thoughts until he spilled inside her.

He didn't know it but she enjoyed it even more so once she was alone, her fingers providing herself a slow pleasure fueled by the thoughts of the prying eyes.

The best moment of the practice happened one Saturday night at Darren's tenth high school reunion. The dress he selected and purchased for her to wear to the event caused her to blush even before she tried it on. It wasn't so much the low cut top but the shortness of the skirt that caused the most concern.

She expressed her doubts about just being able to sit down but her complaints couldn't quell his enthusiasm about it. At least he had chosen a color that worked well with the paleness of her skin.

Darren hated panty hose and the dress was so short that wearing thigh highs or a garter belt was out of the question. The best Rachel could do was select a pretty pair of panties in a futile attempt to cover her crotch. She knew that there was no way she would survive the night without some accidental flashes.

Their room was in the hotel where the reunion was being held. When they were fully dressed and ready to leave, he leaned her against the door and his hand started an excruciatingly slow ascent up her leg and under the short dress, intimately finding his way under her panties to her clit.

After building her to near orgasm, he shoved his thumb deep into her and started twisting it slowly. It was a failsafe tactic that always made her explode. It didn't fail this time, either. When she came he made no attempt to quiet her moans even though she could easily be heard down the hall.

But the worse for Rachel was to come. Just as they were nearing the main floor in the otherwise empty elevator he quickly dropped down and, much to her disappointment and very vocal protest, almost ripped her panties off and stuck them in his breast pocket. The door opened and she walked out among the crowd, without underwear and with what she knew was a gaping wet crotch.

Even though she couldn't afford to totally let it off her mind, the thoughts about the dress went by the wayside as they both started to circulate and meet his old friends. As embarrassed as she was, it actually thrilled her to know that Darren was showing her off so proudly.

But as is always the case at one of these events, later in the evening she was abandoned by Darren and she drifted by herself, sitting one place then another to watch the activities and carry on small talk with happy strangers.

Darren was in heaven. He was not only doing well financially but was also sporting a beautiful wife. However, it was impossible to introduce her to everybody and later he found himself walking into a small group of guys that he knew from school but not well.

They were obviously talking about some "knockout slut" that was circulating in a nothing dress. It was when they mentioned the red bush she was flashing when she sat that he knew for sure they were talking about Rachel. He stood by and said nothing, listening to them speak in lowered tones about her beauty. Instead of being upset or jealous it was all he could do not shout out that it was his wife.

Instead, it only ended with a horrendous night of licking and fucking when they got back into their room. Even though Rachel enjoyed every bit of it, she couldn't help but know it was not so much from his desire for her but instead fueled by her exhibition that night.

If he had bothered to ask, he would have found that she was a little bit hurt over it.

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CROSSING THE LINE

Over a period of time even the excitement of her flashing began to wear thin. Little did Rachel know it but there had reached a point where her own "after the flashing" sensations that buzzed between her legs and drew her fingers to her clit when she was in private exceeded Darren's interest in watching.

Thoughts of other women started to creep more and more into his mind but he wisely avoided any situations that would put him at peril. He constantly watched Emily at work but knew there had to be strict hands off policies concerning her. He was his office assistant and besides, she was a newlywed and totally happy with her situation at home.

What he wasn't prepared for was Alicia.

Alicia was Doc's young wife and the exact opposite of Rachel. She was five years younger, had dark hair, and was an absolute harlot that had somehow managed to ease her way into Doc's life as soon as she had graduated from college. She was very open, extremely aggressive and just oozed sex. Doc had hinted several times about their games outside their marriage.

Darren didn't believe it at first but over a period of time she began to come on to him in a manner much more than subtle. He was caught between been totally enthralled with her and having a deep dislike for her. Either way, she was married to Doc and that was that.

The problem was Doc. He just couldn't seem to quit dropping little hints and stories about Alicia's little outings, often in graphic detail that left little to the imagination. And it never failed that after he teased Darren's mind with these lurid and detailed visions he would start to drop little questions about Rachel.

That Doc was infatuated with Rachel was obvious. Many men were. What bothered Darren were the little innuendoes about "what if". What if she might have a little tendency to stray? What if she found another man attractive?

Would Darren object? Would he be open enough to stand aside and let her reach? He adamantly denied any such possibility existed but it never failed that he always walked away carrying that little gnawing thought way in the back of his mind.

And a hard on. After all, Doc had no idea of all the men that had looked up Rachel's skirt and how totally turned on she was by it.

And so it happened.

In retrospect, Darren wasn't too sure about the night when he stumbled and fell. Was it coincidence or had he been targeted, just part of a grander scheme.

Actually, he had been hunted.

And for Alicia, hunting was fun... that is, hunting for men. Alicia loved the pre-hunting ritual; she would get dressed in her sexy lingerie, mostly black or deep red silky colors, always a thong and push up bras for cleavage, not that she needed it. Her favorite perfume around her, spray after spray. Deep red lipstick melted onto her lips, her eyes black and smoky... This woman was naughty; dangerous lips, mysterious eyes and a hypnotic body, she was ready for her hunt.

There was a special place that Doc let her roam free. There was never such a thing as "totally safe" but this was as close as they could get. It being a Saturday she had a place she always went. There the light was not too dark for people to hide in and not too bright for them to seem too real.

The music was always creamy, erotic and simply delicious. At the moment they were playing an old song and it overwhelmed her body and mind. Her body moved slightly to the music, while her eyes were scanning the room.

And tonight the hunt was not just for anyone. She was looking for a special prey. Rachel was out of town for the week at her Mothers and Doc had very slowly and carefully primed Darren with the idea of coming to the club. After filling his thoughts with the fantasies of all the women to be seen there it was apparent that he had taken the bait. Of course, there was no mention of Alicia being there.

However, as the night went on, she was getting a little restless, constantly finding someone to dance with but still looking for her elusive target. Maybe they had been too cocky...too sure of his willingness and way too sure of her prowess. Suddenly, somebody touched her shoulder and she turned around.

There he was, standing there looking sheepish like he had been caught doing something wrong.

"Darren!!" she tried to look surprised. "What are you doing here?"

He had a childish look on his face and even in the subdued lighting she could see he had turned red in embarrassment.

"Oh, I don't know. Rachel is out of town and I just happened to drive past here. I'd heard of it so I stopped in."

"What a liar," she thought. "You look totally out of place."

Instead she beamed him a sexy smile and said, "Protect me from these predators," as she laughed.

He asked her to dance; she smiled and followed him without a word. He led her to the dance floor; she licked her lips and smiled. This was going to be s-o-o-o easy.

She was moving her body in a seductive way as the smoothness of the song seemed to caress her skin. She closed her eyes and moved closer to him, feeling his hands fasten around her waist.