Benedict and Veronica Horton

"Tell me, Ben, are you involved with anyone?" she said.

"Involved? Uh—no," I said. "No time for that kind of thing."

"Really, well at least one female here seems to wish that you were—I mean with her," said Barbara.

"Not real likely, Barb, I don't know anybody here, and I'm realist enough to know that I'm not exactly a prize. You, Marsha, and Gladys have been nice enough to show me some mercy on the dance floor tonight; I mean by dancing with me, but I'm way too savvy to read anything more into it," I said. She laughed.

"Don't sell yourself short, bub. You're not by any means chopped liver, and you have potential as a dancer. But, I'm referring to her," she said, nodding her head toward something behind me. I turned to look, and I know for a blood mortal fact that stunned surprise was painted all over my face.

"Veronica!" I squeaked, as she approached our table.

"Hi, I'm Veronica," said Veronica, ignoring me while introducing herself to Barbara.

"Barbara," said Barbara. "Nice to meet you."

"Same here," said Veronica.

"Wait—wait," I said. "Ronnie, what are you doing here?" I said.

"Well Bennie, I like to dance, and I come here fairly often, actually. I'm not sure you'd call it my hangout, but, for lack of a better term, it's my hangout," she said.

"Really," I said.

"Obviously, you two know each other pretty well," said Barbara.

"Oh—sorry—Barb. Uh—yes we have kind of a history. Went to the same schools at the same time and stuff," I said.

"Well, to paraphrase you, Ben—really?" said Barbara.

"Uh—I mean yes," I said.

"What Bennie means to say..." started Veronica.

"Never mind," said Barbara. "Veronica, Ben, you two clearly have something to say to each other. I think I'll just mosey on around and hunt me down one or another of my partners in crime.

"Call me, Ben. When you get a chance," said Barbara.

"Uh—yes—depend on it," I said. And my new friend Barbara Hillings was gone. Veronica Parker took the seat next to me.

"Was she right, Bennie?" said Veronica. I could feel her leg pressing into mine. My junior sized johnson was responding predictably.

"Right?" I said.

"Do we have something to say to each other?" she said. I shrugged.

"Don't know what?' I said.

"Well, how about you have a little mercy on this girl and ask me out," she said. Boy was this a full court press or what, I thought.

I stared at her for a moment. Did I want to take the chance of getting burned, beat up, humiliated, whatever again? Yes, we'd had that one dinner after my grad from college, but somehow that didn't seem the same thing. That night, I'd figured I'd be safe because the next day I'd be gone and she'd still be at UW. But this was different. "What are you doing Saturday night, Veronica Parker," I said, throwing caution to the winds.

"Well let me think, Benny Horton," she said, smirking like a nymph that was trying to fake playing hard to get. "I'm sorry, but I think I have a date this Saturday. Some nerdy guy—uh—Benny's his name."

"Yeah, I know the guy. Tall, dark, handsome? Right?" I said.

"No actually: short, light skinned, brilliant. Handsome? Hmm, let's just say not ugly," she said. Nothing like telling it like it is, I thought. .

"Anyway, a date? You and me? I won't get beat up or abandoned?" I said.

"Yes a date, and absolutely not those other things!" she said.

"Okay, the nerds are us bus will pick you up at seven," I said. She scowled at my reference to nerdists.

******

I arrived at her place, a small single story ranchstyle condo on the outskirts of town right on time. I parked, went to her door and rang. I stood there holding a small bouquet; I was dressed to go out on the town.

She answered the door, and she took my breath away. The high heels and the teddy she was dressed in left me almost speechless, but I did recover.

"I thought we were going to dinner," I said. "I mean..."

"We are, but after I have proved to you my abilities as a female," she said. I swallowed.

"Okay," I squeaked. God, was I pussywhipped or what.

The manhattans were already poured. I guess she'd been pretty sure that I wouldn't be late. Hell, I wondered if any boy had ever dared be late for a date with her.

She watched me as I sipped my drink with a little more gusto than might have been the case under ordinary circumstances.

"Nervous?" she said. Clearly she wasn't.

"I—I—I don't know. Maybe," I said.

"Don't be. I'm going to let you fuck me, and we, the both of us are going to enjoy the heck out of it, and then I am going to get dressed and we are going to go out on the town," she said. I could feel my face flushing as she talked, and I was sure she was doing her level best to stifle a giggle at my distress.

"Okay," I said. I was still squeaking.

We didn't hurry and the manhattans helped: at any rate they sure did me. She was being—what—patient. As I threw back the last drop of the tasty cocktail, she stood, came to me, and offered me her hand. I let her guide me to my feet.

"Come on, little man, let's see what you've got," she said. I frowned at her little man remark, but for damn sure this was not the moment to be overly sensitive about my size.

"I'm comin'," I said. We headed for a short hall where three doors, one at the far end and where the two others faced each other at the front. We walked the extra ten feet to the one at the end. She went in and I followed.

It was largish and very nicely appointed. Maybe twenty-foot square. What I estimated was a queen sized bed was off set a little to the left, it was the room main feature. There was the inevitable vanity flanked by drawers. There was a complex headboard behind the bed where various electrical things were cloistered. The door to the adjoining bathroom was open as the door to what I assumed was the walkin closet was not. I was a woman's room, and more, it was he room.

It was clear to me that miss Parker might not have been the greatest student who ever lived, but she was not poor. I learned later that she was a trust fund child. She dropped my hand which she had held for the entire walk to the room and went and stood by the bed facing me.

"Strip," she said. She was clearly going to be taking charge of events. I nodded.

Apparently, I was a little slow for her however, and she took on an impatient look. "Well, hurry up," she said. "I need a good screwing and patience is not one of my virtues." I speeded up the process and stood waiting for instructions. Jesus! what a wimp I was. It was no wonder that women didn't exactly flock to my door.

She came to me and looked down obviously appraising my equipment. "Hmm," she said. "Not real big, but judging by the veins and the purple of the head, probably serviceable." Now, I had to say something, wimp or not.

"Jesus! Veronica, You got any more put downs for me. If so let's get 'em out of the way now, so we can get down to business," I said. I'd finally grown some balls. She flashed me a smirk.

"Sensitive are we? Well, sorry if I upset you. But, if we're going to continue this relationship, I don't want to have to be faking it or lying to you about things that mean anything for the entire time we're married," she said. To say that her words floored me, stunned me, flabbergasted me, would have been an understatement of heroic proportions.

"What?" I said. Suddenly I was on cloud nine, and not even sure I hadn't actually died and gone to heaven. She smiled.

"We'll talk later little man, my little man, but for the moment I want you on your knees, lifting my teddy, pulling down my panties, and staring at your altar. Do you think you can manage that?" she said. A nanosecond later, naked and on my knees, I did exactly as she had directed. And an altar for me it was. God almighty was she beautiful.

A pubis barren of a single hair, dew oozing from the slit between the folds of her labia: she was Aphrodite personified. She was clearly already hot to trot—well—about half as hot to trot as I was!

I leaned in to kiss her secret place. I began licking her, then sucking her, then, burying my face in her. She pushed me gently away. She turned.

"Now my anus," she said. I obeyed without the slightest delay. She mooed and shivered as I licked the little brown button between her ass cheeks. Stopping me with a little shove, she returned to the bed and leaned forward over it, butt pushed back, legs spread wide. She still wore the teddy and the heels, but the flimsy panties had been shed.

"You are so incredible, so very damn incredible," I said.

She looked back toward where I still knelt. "Well, if I'm so incredible," she said, giggling, "then get over her and screw me."

I rose to do that which I had dreamed off forever. I stood behind her and fingered her for a moment or two; then, sucked her nectar from my fingertips. I leaned into her, pressing my dick as deep inside of her as I could. She seemed loose, which was both a good and bad thing. Good because entry was easy, bad because I knew she might not be able to get off from my efforts. But, nothing was going to stop me now. Buried in her, I began seesawing back and forth. I Lasted maybe three or four minutes before I erupted inside of her painting the walls of her vagina white.

Pulling out, I pushed her onto the bed and rolled half on top of her. I began kissing her and feeling her up, and a few minutes later I was hard again, and I took her missionary. I think I whispered that I loved her fifty times while I screwed her. She said nothing, just closed her eyes and let me do her. Finally, I came again; though this time it took longer. Her eyes opened as I shrank from her.

"Now, I know what you've got," she said. "I will need to train you some, but, you have potential." Not wanting to be argumentative at this moment of moments in my life, I kept my mouth shut.

******

We cuddled for a little bit after our second go 'round, and then she rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. As she opened the bathroom door to go in, she looked back at me. "Well, get dressed," she said. "We're going out." I gave her and "are you serious" look, but by then the door was closing and I was left to get dressed.

The date was good. Real good. She reiterated her marriage proposal, and I, being the gentleman that I was. Got down on my knees in the restaurant and, pro forma, begged her to marry me. And, she, being the merciful princess that she was, allowed that she would so honor me. We continued to date of course, and seven and a half months later we were married in a small church affair paid for by her parents. It was, I hoped, a good beginning.

******

Years one through thirteen of our lives together were wonderful. I had to pinch myself every day to make myself realize how lucky I was. Veronica Parker was all mine. Children had not been in the cards for us, she'd turned out to be not exactly barren, as she told me; but pregnancy at best was a long shot. A disappointment, but the way I figured it, nobody got everything he or she wanted. She apparently felt the same way. We got on with our lives.

It was near the end of year two of my career at Mercury, and year one of our marriage, that things happened that would lead in the long run to marital disaster. I just didn't know it at the time.

The sex during that first year had been all but legendary. The cuddling at night was reassuring and protective of a very insecure husband's psyche. I had a keeper in Veronica; I knew it, and I thanked God for it.

It'd been some night. We'd just finished burning calories big time. "Good for you?" she said. She was naked and lying legs slightly parted with cum dripping from her slit as we both tried to catch our breath.

"Oh yeah," I said. "More than good." I sensed her smiling. I rolled onto my side and kissed her beautiful breast. I took the nipple in my mouth and sucked like a hungry child. She giggled.

"Silly man, that tickles," she said, pushing my mouth away. I faked a frown.

"Food from the mouth of your baby boy?" I whined.

"If you need nourishment, honey buns, get down there and do your duty," she said, giggling even louder than she had been. I slid down her body and began lapping at her pussy and enjoying my own cream pie for all I was worth. I needed her pussy right then, but after twice draining everything I had from my ball sac, I was reduced to using my tongue to get her off.

I felt her shudder; I knew she'd finally made it. We were quiet for some little time after that. She broke the silence.

"Bennie?" she said.

"Yes, dear heart?" I said.

"I want to go to work. I mean I want to get a job. I mean I am college educated—finally. I want to do something—useful," she said.

"Work? A job? You sure, honey girl? I mean you don't have to. We're doing all right the way things are right now; we don't need the money," I said.

"No, no. You do fine; we do fine. It's not about the money though I guess one can never really have enough of that. No, it's me. I just want to do more than keep house and do laundry," she said. "I'm almost twenty-six years old and feeling kinda—something."

"Well, okay. Any idea what you'd like to do?" I said.

"Well, at your company barbecue last week I heard that your Mercury was looking to hire a couple of office assistants. Any chance I could get a job where you work?" she said.

"I can ask," I said. "Yes, that might be a good thing. I do have a contact or two in HRO that might work out. I'll check it out on Monday. Okay?" She put her arms around me and hugged me tight.

"Thank you, honey, you're the best," she said. For some reason, actually no reason, I felt a little uneasy about her wanting to go to work; but I saw no way to gracefully tell her no. She was an adult, and her own person; I had no real choice.

I did get her the job, and in fact, I got her "the" job. She was now my boss' assistant.

Regardless, once she started working, far from it impacting our sex lives in any negative way, it enhanced it—markedly!

She was happy, I was happy, and I was certain that in a short time my boss would be happy with his choice of assistants. What I didn't know for a long time was just exactly how happy Veronica was going to make him.

Veronica's first months on the job were pretty routine. But, after maybe six or eight months I did notice that she had occasional late night meetings and work sessions with our mutual boss and others of the high command. But, I had to let my discomfiture slide. I had meetings too, and occasional late night planning sessions were mandatory: it was part of the culture, if that's the right term for it.

******

"No clue?" said Mark Watson?" He was looking her straight in the eyes as she lay beside him naked and sweaty and satisfied.

"No, he's clueless, and I want to keep it that way," said Veronica. "I love the guy, but he would probably not be real happy with our little secret."

"No, I would not suppose so. And you can add to that, that I don't want to risk losing him as a rep either. Do you know that he's slated to receive an award at the annual Christmas bash next month? That comes from the big boss upstairs. Your little man has been noticed. He's outsold any three other guys on the payroll, and I mean by a lot. No, he must not become privy to the fact that he's a cuckold. That would not be good," said Mark. She nodded and took on a pensive look.

"Are you going to offer him the promotion you promised me?" she said.

"Assistant VP?" He scowled. Yes, I guess so, that along with the award he's going to be getting. But, that one, the promotion, he owes to you," he said. She giggled. "Look, Veronica, I'm doing this because of you; but if he fucks up..."

"He won't. He's gonna be the best. You know it and I know it," she said. "He may be a mediocrity in bed, but he's a barnburner out there in the workaday world."

"Hmm, you may know it. But, I'm only at the hoping stage right now. Grimes will be all over my ass if he doesn't perform. The assistant VPship is a whole different gig than selling merchandise, a whole different gig, believe it!" he said.

"He'll perform; I know he will," she said, again.

"He has to, his base salary will increase by half, and he'll be getting a share of all of his team's bonuses; I mean if he can motivate them to perform at the required level. Actually, there'd be no real limit to what he could make in the new position," said Mark, "if he performs!"

"All that money, and all because I have the twat you want and need so badly, as you say," said Veronica. She laughed outright now. He ignored her laughter.

"Well, I look at it this way. He gets rewarded for the good job he does, and you get rewarded for the good job you do. Which, by the way, I would more than like to see you demonstrate like say—now," he said.

She rolled on top of him and kissed him passionately on his lips, his eyes, his ears, his forehead. She slid down his torso and paused gazing down at the oversized cock. "Nice one," she said. Taking hold of it, she engulfed the glans with her mouth and slowly sucked him to rock hardness once more. She felt him stiffen but short-shanked his orgasm by squeezing hard on the base of his shaft.

Sliding up his body, she sat on him, impaling herself and waiting for him to begin bucking and screwing her. He immediately accommodated her. Some few minutes of riding him brought forth a scream from the depths of her as she endured a shattering climax.

"Jesus! that was good," she said, falling off of him and landing once again on her back.

"If only Bennie could do that to me," she said.

"I'm just glad that he can't," said Mark. "If he could, you might not be here." She smiled indulgently at him.

"So long as you keep your promises, you can have me almost anytime you want," she said. "Mark, I may be a cheating whore, but I care about my man; and I aim to see him get what he is worth."

"No problem on this end," he said. "I'm just glad you married a winner, and I just hope he stays a winner. If he wasn't any good, you'd still be able to, shall we say, help him—probably. I mean with your pussy; but maybe not quite as much." Now he was laughing.

******

She smiled up at him and squeezed his hand hard. "I am so proud of you," said Veronica.

"Thanks, honey, it means a lot. I think that there might be an extra bonus check in our stocking this Christmas," said Benny. "I've heard rumors."

"Well, you deserve one regardless," she said.

"And now, ladies and gentleman, put your hands together for our well-loved CEO mister James Grimes," said Mark Watson. The room filled with applause as the man approached the lectern.

"Ladies and gentleman, first I want to say merry Christmas to all of you here," said the CEO. "Together, all of us have contributed to a very fine year at Mercury. A good year was, I must say, expected. With the team we have, oh yes, expected is the word. Still, expected or not there were some surprises. One such surprise, and frankly a very nice one, came in the person of one of you.

"He is a young man, very young, but has made believers of all of us. Benjamin Horton will you please come up here on the dais," said Mister Grimes. I was surprised, and I am sure my face showed it. Veronica was in danger of hurting herself she was clapping so hard. I made my way up to the stage.

"Son, I want to congratulate you on being the number one sales rep for this firm this past year. And, in recognition thereof, I wish to present you with this token of our appreciation for all of your hard work." He handed me a plaque.

I didn't know what to say, but I shook his hand, thanked him, and slowly made my way back to our table. The applause was something else. My progress back to our table was slow because I was stopped continually to accept congrats from my peers.

"Congratulations, honey," said Veronica, as I was finally able to make my way back. I took my seat. My surprise had been total, but I was able to collect my wits before I actually began stuttering.