Assignment Pt. 03

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. To those of you sending me abuse via fake emails, well done, you are so brave you dare not stand behind your words. Cowards. Mica xx

In the office I described events regarding the Chinese Lady. The thinking in the office was that they were Chinese Intelligence but masquerading as Triad. Well now that was interesting, but still they had no definitive assurance, just very strong hunches. The intelligence from China did not fully align with triad, something was off, but they could not prove Intelligence association, the feeling was that the brother could not survive without hidden assistance. I was given a number of listening devices to hide in the Chinese house when I got a chance. They also suggested I might drop a couple into Pete and Annette's if I could.

I met Jules for lunch and explained the situation with respect to our next door but one neighbour. An eyebrow was raised at my sexual revelation, I guessed no home comforts for me tonight. I worked from home in the afternoon, just to give Pete or Annette another chance. So, back to wire wheel polishing.

"Hi neighbour," it was Pete.

"Hi Pete."

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping Annette during yesterday's storm. I really appreciate it."

"Your welcome Pete."

"I understand you dried her clothes?"

"Yes, she was soaked to the skin. She was standing in the hall dripping, I said that I would go and make some tea and she should take her clothes off and I would dry them, she would find towels in the bathroom she could use to cover herself whilst her clothes dried. She did that and then the thunderstorm struck."

"Did you see her naked?"

"No Pete, I did not see your wife naked."

"Oh, no, don't misunderstand, I wouldn't be offended if you did. She has a high sex drive, and I can't keep up with her.

Really? Is he giving me carte blanche to shag his wife.

"Well, I didn't Pete, and I am happily married to Jules and do not need to look elsewhere, I have more than enough naked flesh in my own house to look at."

"Well, all I am saying is, if you do, it's fine, okay?"

"Right Pete. How's your IT? Did you talk to your provider?"

"I did, thanks, they are coming to see me tomorrow to discuss it."

"Okay, just remember, your is a business line, so if they can't provide you with the service your company needs, move to someone that can. You can offset your penalty clauses against your taxes. Don't let them threaten you with penalties, it can be cheaper to walk away to a better deal."

"Right, yes, I shall bear that in mind. At some point, would love you to come and have a look and advise on a set up like you have in your office, so I can protect my network from snoopers. I will compensate you of course."

"Oh, Okay Pete. We'll see, okay?"

"Fine."

He wandered off after he delivered his offer, one I had been expecting. The techies at work had given me a design that would, on the face of it, give him the same as us, but of course it would be nothing like, and wouldn't give them any clues on how to break our network, but should distract them for a while.

Jules came back with a Chinese meal for two, which I found highly amusing, and she had a smile on her face as she put it on the table. Perhaps my luck wasn't out this evening after all.

Jules had the sweet and sour, and I had the chow mein, we shared the prawn crackers and egg fried rice, we didn't bother with the spring rolls. We quite like the big ones, but not the small ones they offer these days. Jukes opened a bottle of Chablis to have with the meal, It was okay, but I think I would have preferred something less crisp.

Dinner concluded and we sat in the conservatory listening to the evening bird calls, mostly alarm calls and little singing. We talked utter rubbish and nonsense, just our little joke for the listeners and managed to keep it up for about 40 minutes and two glasses of wine each.

"Shower," Jules said eventually.

"Absolomont," I nonsensically agreed, "you follow I up will."

I chuckled at what the listeners would make of our Edward Lear time, locked the front and back doors and followed Jules up. She was already in the ensuite when I got up, I stripped and joined her in the shower. I took the scrunchie from her, squirted it with gel and started on her shoulders, and then down her back and sides, which of course, meant an appreciable amount of breast.

Jules turned and I scrunchied her front, holding each breast to ensure I managed to thoroughly clean the little crease that she had under each boob.

"Turnio euro" she said, just in case the listeners will still on board. I passed Jules the scrunchie and turned around so that she could do my back, and it seems my bottom required extra special attention. Was this payback for my Chinese earlier in the day?

I turned and my front was cleaned with attention paid, as was right, to my penis, it getting a good washing. Jules turned the water off and we squeegeed dry and then further dried each other with towels.

Jules lay on the bed, her one leg slightly crossing the other, hiding her jewel from me. I lay on the bed next to her and tickled her. She pulled a face, tried not to move, but eventually gave in, squealed and pulled me to her.

"Stop it you beast," she said laughing, I quietened her with a kiss and my hand cupping her freshly washed left breast. I was not rebuffed, all was well in camp I decided. My tongue sought hers and was greeted, my hand moved off her breast and down to her crotch, a touch on her clitoris, a gasp from her mouth.

"You are a bastard," she whispered in my ear, "fucking good job you know how to shag."

"And so do you," I whispered back as I slid two fingers into her vagina, widening them, stretching her as wide as I could. I slipped down, sucking her right nipple, chewing it then leaving, my tongue delving into her navel, causing her to squirm and my fingers began rotating inside her.

She had her arms around me, raised a knee, and suddenly I was on my back, Jules above me.

"Hah ha," she said as she rested her weight on my hips.

"Hah ha," I said back as I twisted my fingers inside her, a third finger pressing at her sphincter, threatening.

She lowered herself, my own fingers now in the way as her vagina settled above my penis. I eased my fingers out and offered them to her mouth, she sucked them in as she lowered, engulfing my penis, penetrating herself.

"Oh yes Drew," she gasped, "oh yes, so much better than fingers."

I began to flex my hips up, sliding within her."

"Oh no, tonight it is me, all about me. We had Chinese, remember, so my turn."

Oh, not subtle Jules, not subtle, but innocent to any listeners. Jules started rocking back and forth, my penis sliding within her and then almost out, but Jules kept her movements controlled, she had no intention of letting me out. She started gulping in air, gasping as she rocked. I could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping and relaxing, effectively massaging my penis.

"Baby," I gasped, "I'm not going to last."

She stared at me, her mouth open but no sound came out. She pressed harder on the in stroke, she squeezed my penis harder and harder, her gaps became infrequent, but deeper. Her staring was intent, she laughed and then she bucked hard on me, pushing me deep inside. Her breath exploded and she screamed her completion as her orgasm ripped through, her vagina squeezing me tight and I exploded too, my ejaculations pumping her full.

She relaxed and slumped down on me, her whole weight on my chest as her body recovered from her orgasm. I wondered what marks out of the 10 the listeners would give us.

I cooked us bacon for breakfast, making it into sandwiches, Jules grabbed hers and kissed me goodbye as she dived out to get to work. I planned on working from home for the morning and then possibly going into the office for an hour or so after lunch.

"Morning neighbour, any more of that bacon, it smells so good.

I guess Jules hadn't shut the front door properly, "Morning Annette."

"If I hadn't heard you two at it last night I would have you pegged as gay."

"I may be."

"Not with the sounds I hear coming from your bedroom you're not. Your shagging sounds magnificent. I would love to watch."

"Jules would not approve."

"Would she approve of you shagging a neighbour?"

"Highly unlikely."

She walked over to where I was sat at the kitchen bar and ran her fingers over my chest.

"Would she need to find out?"

"Need? No, but probably would, she is her own CSI."

"Really? So did she find out about your morning with the Chinese lady?" As she spoke her fingers were undoing the buttons on my shirt.

"What, sipping tea?"

Her hand was now fully inside my shirt, rubbing my small nipples.

"Oh I think we both know it was more than sipping tea." She pushed her hand down, beyond my waist into my trousers and grasped my penis, moved in close to my face and kissed me.

Time had gone on and I decided it was time to let her win one. I gasped and let my knees sag a little. She started to undo my belt with her free hand, and I managed to hold her back.

"No, no here, she would just know, she invented forensic searches."

She released me and pulled her hands from my crotch.

"Mine then, my Pete can't smell a thing."

I turned everything off in the kitchen and followed Annette to her house, phone in my back pocket, 'devices' in my front. I didn't know if I would get a chance, but if so, I was prepared. Her hallway had that wood flooring, I wasn't convinced by it and preferred vinyl tiles downstairs and carpet upstairs.

"Straight up or coffee first?"

"Coffee please, if you don't mind."

"Lounge or conservatory?"

"Lounge please."

"Right in you go, make yourself comfortable, I will be through in a couple of minutes."

I went into the lounge, device in hand, I decided down the side of the settee would be best and as I sat, in case they had cameras, I sat and simultaneously pushed the device under the side rest. I hoped it looked as if I was just sitting down comfortably.

Annette arrived bearing two coffees, she was wearing a pinny. Just a pinny. I laughed and took a coffee off her. Quite hot still, and an instant, so I just put it on the small table at the side of me.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why the change of heart?"

"I just decided life is too short and I got fed up of pushing you away."

"What will Jules say if she finds out?"

"She won't say anything, I will just wake up next day dead from the poison that she gives me."

"What? You are joking?"

"Nope, she will kill me, women usually use poison, so I read." And as I have been advised on one of the crime courses I attended.

"Wow."

"Well, let's hope it's worth it." I was sure it would be.

"It will be, believe me."

"Shall we find out?"

She turned towards me and kissed me. It was a wet seductive kiss, her lips sliding over mine, her tongue between my lips rather than probing. My tongue danced with hers as my hand found its way under her pinny and gently cupped her right breast, finger and thumb gently rolling around its nipple. I had no hurry, there was no rush, I could savour what she had promised.

Her hand found its way to my chest and her fingers managed to undo my shirt buttons one by one, easing my shirt apart, she played with my small man nipples, it tickled and if I am honest, it wasn't very erotic.

Her hand moved down and undid my belt, and then the button in my trouser waist, and then lowered my zip. My penis was hard and straining to be released, but she didn't, she just ran a finger over my underpants, a light, gossamer touch, she was using all the tricks in the playbook, as honey trap go, she was pure manuka. Luckily, I had also been trained.

I undid the pinny and lowered the front to reveal her breasts, leant down, and suckled her right breast, her nipple lightly held in my teeth, my hand now free to explore further down. I circled her navel and then pushed my little finger, pressing deep, she gurgled, I did not know if it was in pleasure or not, I didn't care.

My fingers delved a little further down, just encountering the top of her crease, pausing, leaving her with the anticipation as I just very slightly began to part her lips.

"Oh Shit. Upstairs." Annette pulled herself away, it seems anticipation was not a strong desire with her, and headed upstairs. I palmed the other device and followed her. She dived into her ensuite which gave me a chance to sit on the bed, as if to take off my trousers, but it also gave me the chance to surreptitiously drop the last device down the back of her bed. I had just pulled my trousers and underpants off as she came back in, naked and glowing.

"I need you now. There is no backing away now, you have to finish what you started." She stood there, hands on hips, legs apart and stared at me. "Why isn't your shirt on the floor?"

"Perhaps I was waiting for you to remove it." I couldn't really say that I had been more interested in bugging her bedroom than getting my shirt off.

She walked across to the bed, knelt next to me and undid the last two buttons. Grabbing the tails, she pulled it up and off and flung it across her bedroom. Now we were both naked. She pushed me back and I was laying sideways on her bed. She walked on her knees until she was level with my head and she turned and straddled me, lowering her face to my groin, hers directly above my face.

Looking up I could see the straight crease of her sex, her inner lips protruding, grey and purple, mismatched yet somehow perfect. She was high enough that I couldn't quite touch with my tongue, and the way she had me pinned with her legs I couldn't move my head or easily reach with my hands. Another play from the book. I felt her breathe on my penis, it felt as if she was blowing from top to bottom and then back to top, my penis jerked in appreciation.

I felt a finger nail trace along the small seam that divides my sac, an intense tickle, like an electric shock, and then the finger nail was on my perineum, going on and then teasing my sphincter. All just very light touching, and I was sure I had not been so hard for a very long time. Annette was gifted in her craft.

She lowered her hips a little and her sex was now only millimetres out of reach and as I looked at it, a bead of dew dripped and landed on my mouth. I hungrily lapped it with my tongue, salty, slightly metallic perhaps, and then there was another. Was she so aroused that she was lubricating so much that she was overflowing? If so, there would be no complaints from me.

She lowered a little more and now my tongue could reach her, licking at those grey and purple inner lips that tasted so divine, a taste of woman that cannot be equalled. Nothing, in my view, comes close. Her inner lips curled around my tongue, but she was just too high for me to reach her clitoris other than an occasional glancing touch.

I felt a warmth around my penis, and then the touch of her lips as she closed her mouth around me. Gripping with her lips she forced my foreskin down as she took me past her tonsils and into her throat. She slowly eased back, shagging my penis with her throat, a strange stimulation at the end of my penis, her gasping for breath around me as she let my penis slide back past her tonsils.

She pushed her hips down, pressing her sex against my face, my nose enveloped in her labia, my mouth at her opening, her pushing made breathing difficult, was that the plan? Suffocation by fanny? I forced my tongue inside her and was rewarded with a flood of juices, almost drowning and hardly able to breathe, I wouldn't change the situation at all.

Is this what Pete went through each time, or was he rationed to a mercy shag every now and again? I know that I am blessed with Jules in my assignment, she loves sex and happily shags as often as she can, and as loudly as she can to reinforce our 'status' as a married couple. I had never heard Pete and Annette, so no idea if they actually did ever have sex.

She suddenly released my penis and rolled to one side, I greedily sucked in air to my tortured lungs.

She lay on her back, legs apart.

"Now, your turn, shag me" she said.

"How can I refuse?" I asked.

I covered her, my penis pressing at her entrance. I reached down and slid my penis along her valley, gaining some of her abundant lubrication, aimed at her entrance, and pushed. Slowly I penetrated, my foreskin rolling back as I began to fill her, and then my rim pushing further in, feeling her bumps and ridges, her vagina anything but smooth, but then most are the same in my experience.

Her vagina squeezed as I moved, tightening its grip on my penis, the harder I pushed, the deeper I went, the tighter she squeezed me. As I increased my tempo, faster and faster, the sounds of my pubis slapping against her mons echoed around the room, was her window open I wondered. Her nails dug into my back, luckily I would not have to make up an injury story should my wife see them.

Annette was gasping as we shagged, her body rising to meet mine as I pushed in to her. Her breath was holding, she gulped in air but didn't seem to exhale. Her nails dug in more, her legs wrapped around me, her fanny clamped harder. I felt the familiar twinge in my testicles, I knew the signs, my own breath holding, the desire to push harder and deeper a feeling of closeness that I couldn't ignore.

I pushed hard, so hard and deep, my pubis crushing her and I felt my ejaculation erupt, spurt after spurt inside her, filling her vagina, spilling into her womb, and as my ejaculations subsided she screamed and her vagina clamped hard, she bucked off the bed and her breath exhaled explosively.

She held me tight, no relaxing, for a few moments and then she suddenly slumped, laying back on the bed, her vagina relaxing, my penis loose in its flaccid state within her. She released me from her arms and legs, and pushed me away. I rolled to her side and lay panting and gasping.

"What was that?"

"How do you mean?"

"That was not what I expected, I thought it would just be a shag."

Ah, same as Chinese woman then. "Oh? Well that was just a shag surely, just sex."

"That was absolutely not just a shag."

"Oh well, sorry."

"Never ever apologise for that. Jesus, that explains the noises from your room when you shag Jules. Jesus."

I wondered if she now had enough to try and compromise me. We shall see.