Caught in the Middle

"Ohhh. I—I—I don't—" And then to his utter amazement and thrill, he watched as his rod disappeared down her throat. He followed it up with some unintelligible sounds of elation. But he knew he couldn't resist as she continued to go up and down on him.

"I mean, isn't that what this whole discussion was about today?" Mandy went on as she took a brief break from sucking, but not stroking.

As her mouth engulfed him again, he answered, "I refuse to answer on the grounds it may tend to incriminate me."

"Yeah, that's what they all say. But I'll tell you what else. You have too many clothes on." And with that, she tugged both his pants and underwear off. Not only did he not resist, he assisted. She went back to sucking him as he went back to moaning.

Pausing again, Nelson watched helplessly as Mandy undid and removed his tie, followed by his shirt. She followed that up by pulling off her own top, and heard an audible intake of air from him as he had his first glimpse of her magnificent breasts.

Mandy sat sideways on the arm of the sofa so her breasts were even with his face, and then pressed one firm nipple against his lips. "Suck it," she commanded.

"Oh, god, I've been dreaming about these all week," he murmured.

"Really. You didn't seem interested a few minutes ago."

"You won me over."

To Mandy's surprise, he really got into it, even holding on to her other tit. One thing was certain. He was not practiced at this. "Yeah, suck it hard," she urged while glancing down and noticing that her skirt was nearly gathered up around her waist. She pulled away from him—he looked like a child whose candy had been taken away—and slid her skirt off, but instead of removing her thong, she stepped closed to him and ordered: "Pull it off."

In compliance, Nelson leaned forward, grabbed hold of the elastic sitting on each hip and dragged it down.

She stepped out of them, thrusting her pussy against his face. "Kiss it."

Again, he obeyed, but stood when she sat beside him.

Mandy spread her legs to his amazed eyes. With her fingers, she spread her vaginal lips. "Taste."

Nelson jerked back as though he didn't know what to do.

She reached out for his hand, pulling him down to his knees with no resistance, then grabbed his head and guided his mouth to her pussy. Hopefully, it was instinct that caused him to stick out his tongue, but it positively was not experience that had him licking her moist slit. He lapped it as though it was a sucker not as one would to arouse a woman. Still, all things considered, it was better than her own finger, which is pretty much all she'd had lately.

"The clit," she instructed. And he found her button, doing a respectable job on it. In fact, she felt a few jolts of electricity. "That's good. Now stick your tongue between my lips." Obediently, he fucked her with his tongue. "Mmmm. Can't wait to get your cock in there soon." Impressively, he swirled his tongue around inside of her. "Mmhhmm. Isn't that the sweetest thing you ever tasted?"

Nelson looked up. "Oh, yeah."

"Say thank you, Mandy."

"Thank you, Mandy," he offered between slurps.

"Now, stick your fingers in."

He did so immediately and rapidly.

"Ohh, slow down. There's no hurry." Her voice was like syrup. But he was even less accomplished with his digits, as though he was grasping for something that had gotten stuck in there. "Give me a taste."

He looked up in surprise at her request, bounced his eyebrows, drew his fingers from her dripping pussy and stuck them in her mouth. She gently held his wrist to prevent him from doing in her mouth what he'd done in her snatch. She sucked his fingers as though they were a penis.

"Mmmm, yeah," Mandy purred. "Be sweeter if there was a cock inside."

Nelson moved his back to issue more oral action, but she turned her legs away and pulled herself up to a kneeling position with her ass point toward him. She poked it out to expose her wet pussy then shook her hips to tease him.

"Come on, stick that bad boy in here."

Mandy could see that he had a crazed, delirious look on his face. He put the foot of his right leg on the sofa and the knee of his left leg, and then grabbed her ass cheek to spread it apart. She sensed that he might ram it into her, but she didn't want it rough just yet.

"Just the tip," Mandy whispered.

He complied, and that caused him to have to go slow. But to her it felt divine. It had been quite a while since she'd had some cock, and considering his obvious inexperience, it was just perfect. She let him rub just that mushroom around inside for a couple of minutes, nearly losing herself in the pleasure than to further instruct him.

Finally, she said, "Okay. All the way now." And she was impressed that he maintained the same slow pace. But it didn't take him long to start thrusting faster. But that was okay too. That felt just as good, and she couldn't help but let some occasional moans escape when he slid back in. He continued to go faster until he was really pounding her, so she reached between her legs and grabbed his balls to slow him down again. But as long as she had them she gently rolled them around in her hand. That elicited a groan from him. Within minutes, this slower pace had her coming rather quickly, and it felt fantastic to come on a dick again after so long.

However, as much as Mandy would have liked to bask in the euphoria of orgasm, she feared that if she let Nelson continue to pump away he would blow his wad soon and she wasn't ready for him to come yet. She wanted to get off a couple more times on that nice rod of his before he did and went down for the count.

So, when he pulled back, she pulled forward causing him to slip out. She then turned back and sat again, feigning catching her breath. He sat back also, breathing heavily, speechless, but his eyes telling her he wanted more. Yet, given the level of her arousal, which one orgasm had done little to douse, the sight of his glistening prick standing tall at attention was more than she could handle. She was cleaning it off with her mouth in seconds.

Allowing himself to fall back on the sofa, Nelson couldn't believe the incredible sensations he was feeling. It had been so long that he'd had any relief—except from his own hand—that just having his cock buried in her velvety pussy and now between her soft lips was satisfying alone. And if that wasn't enough, after a few more minutes of sucking, Mandy got up and sat on his dick once again embedding it balls deep in her glove-like tunnel.

But she surprised and aroused him even more by taking him out of her and riding her vaginal lips up and down his well-lubricated shaft, essentially jerking him off with her fabulous pussy. No one had ever done that to him. And just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she leaned back, her hand keeping his shaft pressed against her pussy, still rubbing it against her, but now she was in position to allow just the helmet inside her. She then pivoted her hips around it until he thought he was going to lose his mind from delirious pleasure.

It felt no less incredible to Mandy, but once again, she sensed he was about to lose it, so she allowed his entire pole to slide all the way in. And then she stopped, still lying on her back on top of his chest, their heads and cheeks touching, just enjoying the experience of him being inside her.

His natural inclination was to start pumping, but he resisted. However, he could not prevent his serpent from pulsing inside of her.

"Mmmhmmm," Mandy cooed, enjoying the sensation of his expanding muscle. Ever so slowly, she eased herself up onto her arms, moving her pussy up and down slowly. Balancing on one arm, she used her hand to rub her clit and his balls, occasionally slipping one or two fingers in her pussy along with his dick. She increased the intensity of her bouncing up and down, bringing herself close, but the final push was when she stopped going up and down and changed to rotating around on him causing his shaft to skim all around her interior walls as well as rubbing her clit all over the base.

She fell backwards onto him coming hard, even shivering. She even felt herself squirt a bit when Nelson reached up and cupped her tits and twisted her hard, pointed nipples.

With barely a few seconds to catch her breath, Mandy was shocked—but in a good sort of way—when Nelson took control, eased out from under her, and while she was still on her back, he maneuvered himself into position to enter her again. His expression told her that he was completely driven. He fucked her for all he was worth.

Not more than a minute later, the crescendo of his moans and groans increased until between gritted teeth he grunted, "I'm gonna come!"

"Not in me, on me," she ordered. She would have loved to feel him blast her inside, but she felt they weren't ready for that yet. As it turned out, he had so much built up jism, not all of it would have remained inside her anyway. He covered her belly with so much spunk; it ran down either side of her hips onto the leather sofa. His hand was a blur as it flew up and down his shaft at blinding speed until he shuddered and fell backwards.

Mandy sat up quickly with no concern for where his cream landed because she was worried that he had passed out. But she breathed her relief when she saw him lying on the floor panting and perspiring, his rapidly deflating cock still in his hand.

"Damn!" Nelson huffed. "That . . . was . . . abso . . . lutely . . . amazing!"

"Are you okay? You look like you're about to go into cardiac arrest."

"I'm fine. I just haven't gotten this worked up before."

"Glad you liked it."

"I did. I . . . oh, wow, it's dark outside."

"Yeah. Do I get over time?" Mandy quipped.

Nelson chuckled. "Would you settle for dinner? I'm starving!"

"Do you think it's wise for us to go out in public?"

Descending a notch, he agreed. "I guess you're right. I'll go get us something and bring it back. Anything in particular?"

"Surprise me."

"Wine?"

Mandy smirked. "You don't have to get me drunk."

"Oh, no, I—"

"I'm kidding. I'd love some wine."

"Great." Nelson scooped up his clothes and walked on air to the restroom where she heard the water running, and then he reappeared a few minutes later dressed. "Be back shortly."

Less concerned about cleaning herself up—she'd rubbed all his sperm into her skin leaving a dried, flaky crust—Mandy grabbed paper towel from their little kitchenette and wiped the sofa before it stained. However, before she could take care of herself, there was a knock on the door.

At first, she thought Nelson had forgotten something, but he had a key, unless that's what he had left behind. But the two subsequent raps were not persistent as might come from someone who had forgotten something. Still stark naked, Mandy darted to the window and peeked through the closed mini-blinds. She gasped at the shock of seeing Julianne at the front door.

The CPA tapped yet again while Mandy ran a quick debate in her mind whether or not to answer. But she knew she had to. She ran to the back of the building and yelled, Just a minute," then rapidly jumped into her skirt and shirt sans bra and thong. As she jogged back to the front, she saw her thong on the floor in the middle of the office. She grabbed it on the run and slipped it on for lack of any better place to put it. "Who is it?" she asked for good measure.

"Mandy? It's Julianne."

"Oh," Mandy said feigning surprise, although her initial shock had still not worn off. She unlocked and opened the door, her mind working a mile a minute on what to say.

"I saw the lights still on as I was leaving, then Nelson left without turning them off and your car is still here, so I thought I'd come check to see if everything was alright," Julianne explained, rather convolutedly. But it was difficult to get past her delicious smile.

"We're working late," Mandy replied, which was the most logical answer. She wasn't prepared to tell the truth. "Nelson went to get some dinner for us. Come in," she offered, enamored by the woman's beauty, without thinking of the ramifications.

Julianne did so, remarking, "That's unusual for Nelson to work late."

"Is it?" Mandy shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. I can use the over time. Not to mention a free meal." The lights in the reception area had been off, so Mandy switched just one on.

But it was enough for Julianne to notice Mandy's attire, or lack thereof: no bra. "You sure that's all that's going on here?"

"Well, I'm hoping it turns into more."

Julianne shook her head. "You're serious?"

"That's our plan, isn't it?"

"Even after lunch time, you're still ready for more?"

"I was ready for more when I got back here."

"You're insatiable," Julianne noted with another shake of her head.

"What about you? You seemed to enjoy it. Wouldn't you like a little more?"

Obviously embarrassed by Mandy's forthrightness, Julianne let her head drop and roll to the side as if to hide her discomfort. But the younger woman could see something in her eyes that was anything but shame. The CPA was reliving their lunchtime action. Could it be . . .?

Mandy took a step closer toward Julianne, who made no effort to step back. "You do want more, don't you?" whispered the paralegal. "You came here hoping I was alone." The younger woman then reached up and gently placed her hands on the accountant's breasts making certain her thumbs were in contact with the woman's nipples. She then leaned in and pressed her lips to Julianne's. There was no resistance. She even kissed back.

But not for long. Julianne pulled back and just stared into Mandy's eyes.

"What is it?" the paralegal asked.

With a shrug, Julianne said, "I don't know. I guess I'm confused."

"About what? Your husband or that you're enjoying the affections of a woman?"

Another shrug. "Probably both."

"Afraid you enjoyed what we did too much that you might turn into a lesbian?"

"The thought has crossed my mind."

"Forget it. You're not a lesbian."

"And you know this how?"

Mandy took her hand and led her into Nelson's office sitting her down on the sofa, noting there were no telltale signs of male or female cum left on the couch. "Any true gay or lesbian will tell you it's not something you choose to be, it's something you are. At some point in your life, you come to a realization that you're not attracted to the opposite sex."

"What about you? You seem to enjoy same gender sex."

Mandy smiled. "Operative words in your statement are 'enjoy' and 'sex.' It's all about the sex for me. Doesn't matter so much who it's with. Being gay or lesbian is about more than just sex. It's about the love and affection of another person of the same gender."

"So, you are bisexual." It was almost an accusation.

"That's why I don't like labels. Because you're trying to find one to ease your mind. But there's really only one thought that you have to consider: if it feels good, do it."

"That's pretty simplistic," Julianne noted with a chuckle.

"Oh, yeah?" Mandy kissed her again in the wettest, most passionate kiss she knew how to give with plenty of tongue. Again, the woman did not hold out. "Did that feel good?"

Her face assumed another expression of embarrassment, and Julianne muttered, "Yes."

Mandy then snaked her hand under the woman's shirt and fondled her breast, very lovingly rubbing the tip of her nipple through her bra, then squeezing it and twisting it tenderly. Without removing her hand, she again asked, "Did that feel good?"

"Yes," the CPA answered as though there could be no other response.

Next, the younger woman raised the older woman's skirt up past her crotch, bent down, pulled the leg of her panties aside and tongued her already moist pussy. Mandy stopped long enough to ask, "Did that—"

"Yes." Julianne cut her off.

Mandy looked up. "Is it bothering you that it's me—a woman—doing this to you?"

"Not at the moment."

"Want me to continue?"

"Please," the woman answered in defeat.

Mandy breathed her relief because she just couldn't get enough of this woman's pussy. There was just something about the dainty feel of the clit against her tongue, the softness of lips to lips, and of course, the most delectable taste that she craved.

Julianne had lain back, moaning her delight, but suddenly thought to ask, "What about Nelson?"

"He'll have to get his own pussy," Mandy joked, although she really wasn't. She was really hoping he would hurry back and catch them.

"What?"

"Okay, well maybe we'll share."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're breaking my concentration. Just lie back and enjoy."

"I wish you would take this seriously."

"I am. I'm giving you my best tongue action. But you keep talking."

"You're incorrigible . . . ooooohhhhh. Mmmmm. Ahhhhhh."

Finally, Mandy hit the right spot.

* * *

Nelson Adams was feeling as on top of the world as he could imagine anyone feeling. He even felt the bounce in his own step as he walked from the parking lot to his office. He'd actually cheated on his wife, and strangely, he really didn't even feel bad about it. He'd considered it many times, but had always chickened out, and he never really understood why. It wasn't as though he feared getting caught. Perhaps it just took an aggressive woman like Mandy. And boy, was she incredible.

Out of habit, he glanced over at his wife's office and was surprised to see her car still in the parking lot. But there were no lights on in her office that he could see. Was tonight one of her girls' nights out and would one of her friends have picked her up? Oh, well, he was certain she would have called if there had been a problem. That was about all they ever talked about.

But then, when he was about to unlock the door to his office, he heard sounds: moaning? Groaning? Almost like . . . Mandy in the throes of an orgasm. Damn that was a horny woman; couldn't even wait until he got back. On a whim, he decided not to disturb her, but rather to sneak in and watch her finish. Giddily, he did just that, quietly setting the food and wine down on the coffee table in the reception area.

However, when he tiptoed to his office door a mixture of emotions instantly flooded his mind when he witnessed what was happening on his couch. He wanted to be angry that Julianne had invaded his quiescent world, but watching his assistant go down on his wife was so fucking hot he thought his cock was going to rip right through his pants. As he continued to stare in awe at the two women who were practically both nude, he wanted to wonder how they happened to be together and then in such a compromising position. Yet as he stared at Mandy's luscious body—which caused some leakage from his cock—he was actually more struck by the vision of his wife's . . . incredible? . . . yes, incredible body.

He really hadn't seen her completely without clothes in quite some time and he was actually—surprisingly—quite taken with her. His mind was flooded with memories of their younger days and how beautiful she had been, and he now noticed, really noticed, she still was.

What had happened to them, he wondered, as he continued to watch the wicked display before him? He had forgotten that the couch opened to a bed. He'd bought it in case he'd ever have to pull an all-nighter, but he'd never had to and couldn't even remember when the last time he'd opened it was. He wondered if Julianne had remembered or if the ever industrious Mandy had discovered it.

Didn't really matter. It just made the scene all the more erotic: the two of them stretched out together, spooning, wearing only completely unbuttoned shirts and thongs. When did Julianne start wearing those?

Didn't really matter. It made her great looking ass look even better. She rolled onto her back next to Mandy who was on her side. The two were kissing most provocatively as his assistant's hand went down to his wife's crotch and rubbed a bit before moving up to her exposed breasts. She twisted the nipple of one while sucking the nipple of the other.