Consequences Pt. 02

Back to reality -- making plans

Much, much later, David realised he hadn't touched base with Monica for quite some time, which was a little unfair while she was training the new girl. He left the ladies planning, then as an afterthought, turned back to them. "Olivia, can you spare me a minute to sort something out before I ring the office." She quickly joined him, now just wearing one of his shirts, and they went to their home office.

David quickly said, "I want to discuss our new refit project. We might have to add some wardrobe space in one room to accommodate our extended family, but I'll leave that to you. I was thinking, rather than me interfering, why don't you do it together, it might help to occupy Jane. What do you think?"

Olivia thought for a minute then said, "I want you to have input, David, I know she's mine now, but it's still our bedroom."

"Okay," David said, noticing she was only wearing the shirt. "How about you guys come up with some options, and then we'll sit down and decide what we want. Then you can project manage it, it's your thing, you're the expert," he said.

She smiled, pleased to have reaffirmed their partnership.

"I'm sorry," he said, his hands stroking her leg devilishly, wanting to be inside that shirt, "I hadn't thought it through properly. It was spur of the moment, trying to think of things to keep Jane busy. I think I could leave that to you, though." He winked, and then teased, "If you think you can, of course!" his hand coming very close to its target, the softness of her skin totally distracting him.

She took that comment well, perhaps also distracted, he hoped, as his fingers felt hot wetness. She flushed a little, and then not letting him off the hook, she put her hand over his to stop further movement. "Well someone's got to keep us satisfied."

He thought it was safer to leave that thought and tried to regain control of himself. He kissed her gently and her demeanour suggested he might easily come back to bed. Good sense won out, as he told her that he was planning to speak to Monica and maybe pop in to meet the new lady she was training.

He said, "Why don't you guys do a little shopping, a little retail therapy will do you both good. I'll see you around five, maybe. Let me know what you want to do about dinner. Let's plan for a busy few days, ehh? I never did take you to that swanky restaurant, so maybe we can do that one day; maybe a bit of socialising too, somewhere Jane's not likely to bump into Richard."

She looked pleased with the ideas, so he continued, "Don't let me step on any ideas you have, or that both of you come up with. I am happy as can be right now; if I could stay in bed for a month with you two, I'd die a deeply satisfied man."

"You!" she said, "Get off with you, you're spoiled enough as it is!" and they both laughed.

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Monica and Webgenie; plus Mark, marketing manager

Monica still kept her trim figure and vitality. She didn't look in the mirror and think she was beautiful or even very pretty, but college friends always said she drew men like a moths to a flame. There's something alluring about you Monica, some would say, particularly as she grew older. She knew she had great breasts; her bone structure was good; her legs were okay, not particularly long, but in proportion to the rest of her. She thought her butt was too big, but she was what many might describe as curvy. None of that seemed to matter to her scumbag husband, who cheated on her more times than she cared to think about. Their divorce had been long and painful, but Monica felt a huge weight off her shoulders when the papers finally came through.

From that point on, she decided that she didn't need a man in her life. She threw her life into her new job with the Thurlow Architectural Design Company and set about forgetting that her husband had ever lived. She absolutely doted on David and would have done anything for Olivia - they were like an extended family.

After a few years, she became indispensable and they made her an associate partner and granted her shares in their company. To David and Olivia, she was an essential part of the company, basically running the business end. She was effectively releasing them to build up their reputation for being a full architectural and design package, as well as specialist work in their own fields.

This meant that Olivia could be freed from always coming to the office if she wanted time off or to work at home. The two senior partners never, for one-minute, lost sight of the fact that Monica was the pivot point upon which everything else relied.

Monica had a child in school and, outside of work, her son was the centre of her universe. David and Olivia always encouraged Monica to leave early when she had a children's event coming up. On weekends and weeknights, she changed her persona, becoming a loud, enthusiastic soccer mum.

On this particular afternoon, when David was about to call, Monica was contemplating her day so far. Earlier, they had received a letter in the post that should have been for the web-design company, Webgenie, on the next floor above their offices. Their neighbours hadn't moved in long ago, and one of the items on her 'to-do' list was an up-to-date website.

She'd thought, therefore, that it would be a good time to introduce herself and their company, as long as her new assistant, Dee, could cope. She left it until a little before lunch, when things ought to be fairly quiet, before she headed upstairs to their offices. There, she was faced by a reception desk manned by a pretty young woman. Beyond her, were glazed cubicles on either side of the room, where she spied people busily working on their computers.

The receptionist greeted her cordially with, "Hi there. How can I help you?"

"I'm from Thurlow Architects and Design, we have the offices below you. We had this letter delivered to us by mistake," at which point, she handed said letter over. "And I thought it might be a good chance to say hi to our neighbours and have a chat about your web-design services," Monica said, cheerfully.

As she spoke, a rather good-looking older guy at the back of the room must have heard her, because he got up and started walking towards the front. Olivia was immediately struck by this smartly dressed man with a boyish smile, and did she see dimples? Her heart suddenly fluttered, and she went a little weak at the knees. 'What is the matter with me,' she thought, 'pull yourself together girl, you've seen a good-looking, handsome, sexy, well-built, nicely proportioned, interesting... man before.' She'd run out of descriptive words in her head.

He came through, took her hand, and said, "Hi there, I'm Mark, the marketing partner here, it's great to meet you at last." Then with a winning smile, "What may I call you?"

'Anytime,' her inner devil said. "Monica," she actually managed to croak out, "I'm an associate at Thurlow Architect and Design. We're looking at updating our website image, and I'm hoping that I'm in the right place to find out what's involved."

"Sounds like we're the right people to get together, then..." he hesitated at the double entendre, but she didn't take the bait, so he continued quickly, "so let's have a chat."

He said this in such a way, as if he was proposing a dirty weekend; or was it just her imagination running away with itself.

"Sounds good to me, perhaps we could agree on a date and time," she tried.

He looked at the clock then noted the time, "How about lunch today. If I come to your office around 12.30pm, could you be available?"

'How would you like me?' She was thinking, 'Sunny side up, or over easy?' She actually ended up replying, "That might work today, it'll give me enough time to organise our new assistant."

He took her hand again and gave her another of those devastating smiles and said, "See you then."

She managed to stagger out of the door and trip down the stairs without destroying too much of her dignity, before flopping into her chair.

"Are you all right?" her assistant, Dee, asked.

"No," she said, "you'll see why in about twenty minutes." Dee gave her a mystified look, to which Monica, turning pink, said, "You'll see. Someone from the website company upstairs, is taking me to lunch to discuss his proposals."

Much longer than she usually took for lunch, Monica returned, and again slumped into her chair. She was buzzing but concerned. Trying to do business with a man with charm, a great smile, AND dimples - was impossible, she decided.

When David rang, she was relieved to hear from him, she needed a second opinion. She felt that her mind had kept wandering during lunch, and that wasn't good. When David came through, she was much relieved to hear from him.

"Hi," he said. "Anything you need me for?"

"Well, I need just one itsy, bitsy favour; do you have time to pop in?"

"Gladly," he said, "Olivia will be pleased to get me out of her hair. Let's have a coffee in the meeting room. Will Dee be able to cover for us?"

"I think so, she is fitting in well."

"That's great, it shouldn't take me long, the traffic is usually good at this time of day. What time do you need to finish?"

"That's not a problem, David. I'm sure our matter won't take long."

So about twenty minutes later, David found himself settled into his favourite chair in their small meeting room. "So, what's up?" he asked.

Monica put on her best business-like face, and described how she'd gone up to Webgenie, the webpage designers. Then, she tried to relate the essential parts of the lunch meeting.

"So, did you feel there's a problem?"

"Well, yes," she hesitated a moment, thinking to put a slightly different spin on the issue. "The entire time during our lunch, I felt his true intention was to charm me, and I'm not sure if it's because I'm a woman. It might be my imagination, but I would like to get your opinion. He wants to get some input from you anyway, and later Olivia, too, for the professional content, so I promised I would ask if you would see him."

David looked at his watch. "Fair enough, I trust your instincts. I will give him a call to see if he has time right now. Shall I get him down here, or should I keep him away from the office?"

"I think let's keep him at arm's length, until we are sure he's the right fit for the business."

"Yes, I agree. I'll give him the home ground for now and see what's to be made of him." David picked up the phone immediately, asked Dee to ring Mark's number and find out if Mark could see him this afternoon.

A short while later, Dee came back to them to say that Mark Johnson had had a cancellation and could fit a meeting in around 4:00pm. David decided to strike while the iron was hot, and asked Dee to confirm that he would come to Mark's office at 4:00pm. He also asked Dee to ring Olivia, to tell her about the meeting in case it ran on and made him late.

On arrival at Mark's office, David didn't want Mark to think he was desperate, so he apologised for coming back so quickly, explaining that he was supposed to be taking some time off and had just popped into the office. "Monica filled me in about your meeting, but said there was info you needed from me, so I thought I'd strike while the iron is hot. I can also fill my wife in on what you'll be needing from her. Have you time to run through it?"

It struck David, as he sat opposite Mark, listening, that he was a smooth talker, and he could see why Monica would have misgivings about his sales pitch to women; he admired her for having the courage to realise that she needed to call him in. Many men and women would try to tough it out, believing they were immune to a smooth talker. It was clear Mark was a bit miffed, that his sex appeal hadn't won her over, and that this partner had come to assess a second opinion. However, he went through some of his sales patter briefly again, and gave David loads of material to think about.

"Will you be dealing with this from now on?" Mark checked.

"Nope, Monica will manage the process, but we will all be having input on the style and content, and, of course, whether we go with your company," he emphasised.

David stood up and they shook hands, "It was nice to meet you," they agreed.

"We'll be in touch as and when," David indicated, decisively. As he made his way down the stairs, he felt confident that Monica would be able to carry on dealing with Webgenie.

Monica was very reassured with David's assessment, and decided to work on the information required, at her first opportunity. She was slightly disappointed that Mark would probably not be taking her to lunch again in the foreseeable future; he'd stirred up feelings that she'd locked firmly away.

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What's going on back home - Size Queen

A happy David found himself entering the lounge of his home, where he found the two ladies each simply attired in a long T-shirt, one behind the other on the sofa, Olivia in front with a laptop on her lap. They were absorbed, peering at the screen together in fits of laughter, like two people who had been best friends all their lives. He decided to wait a moment, just enjoying watching them have fun, with whatever they were looking at. It was definitely fun because they kept collapsing on each other, in fits of laughter.

Jane pointed at the screen and said, "Wow! Look at that. I love it, gets my juices going."

"You are such a size queen," laughed Olivia, at the oversized dildo in front of her.

"I know," said Jane. "It's Richard's fault, he introduced me to this couple one weekend, and they were keen wife swappers. I tell you that husband was hung like a horse!" she emphasised, lewdly. "He couldn't get it inside me at first, and Richard was perversely disappointed. So being a bit naïve when it came to Richard's ideas, I did my best to get some of it in. By the time I succeeded, I was so frustrated and worked up, I had the greatest orgasm ever; until you guys took my anal virginity, wow!"

And Olivia smirked. "So, you've been fixated ever since?" she suggested.

"I wouldn't say I'm fixated, as much as it's my little fantasy," then in afterthought, she said, "No, I mean 'BIG' fantasy. Fantasies don't have to be real, but they are fun," Jane finished.

Olivia added, "Yep, you're right, but it's great fun trying to play them out. It's become mine and David's thing just recently, and it's hot. I love it, but I need David to keep an eye on me in case I lose myself. And now, I hope you and I are going to be watching out for each other, too." Olivia became slightly serious for a moment. "I have been wondering if you would like to be part of our bond. It's a commitment we made to each other, after our reconciliation. Don't answer now because you have lots to work out, and we've only been sex sisters for what, twenty-four hours?"

"Has it only been that long?" Jane asked. "Feels like I've been here forever, we've done so much together, AND you let David be inside me. There are not many women who aren't out-and-out swappers, which would contemplate their husband touching another woman, let alone what you let me do."

"You're right, Jane, I definitely didn't want to and I'm not in a hurry for you to repeat," she emphasised, "but, my heart knew you had a ghost to banish." She thought for a while, putting words together carefully, "I think you've felt guilty about David for years, and since we've been friends as couples, I've noticed how you look at him. Now, I realise that you needed to have him, if only once, to find out what you missed, or if you'd been right all along. If you are truly honest with yourself, you knew by how happy I was, that he must be good in more ways than just being the wonderful man he is."

Jane agreed, but responded, "I have to admit, you were so flirty at the party, that when I saw someone behind you in my bedroom, I don't know why, but I did wonder if you might not be fulfilled in your sex life. I must admit that I made it an excuse to tell myself that I'd made the right decision all those years ago. I'm afraid I was quite hurtful to David when he brought me home after our alarm went off. He was trying to get me to find out more about Ana and Peter, and I was thinking horribly that it might be his own fault.

"I know now," she continued, "that I was way off the mark, and I feel so bad about it. So, when you let me slide down on him, and then you both let me selfishly pleasure myself - I was astonished. I felt I didn't deserve it.

"He's got a lovely penis by the way. If I were you, I wouldn't swap it for anything else, no matter how big," she laughed. And they both burst into laughter.

"You are definitely not wrong," agreed Olivia, "but I like teasing him with the idea that I might want to play with another nice hard one. Then, if the opportunity comes up, I'll try to play out the fantasy," she repeated from earlier. "But only when he's there to watch over and save me. It makes him really hot, and when he gets me alone later, he's insatiable."

"That does sound like fun, but it's risqué," Jane agreed.

"Maybe we can find ways to tease him together?" Olivia suggested.

"I'd love that," said Jane. She really was feeling good at the moment. David and Olivia had successfully taken her mind off her problems, and she felt sure that this intensity of physical attention was partly to distract and relax her for a while. 'Surely that's not what it's like every day in this house,' she thought.

"Anyway, back to the toys," said Olivia, roguishly, "we haven't bought anything yet, and we need some stuff to tease David with. He gets really hot, watching girl-on-girl, and we, sex sisters, have got to keep him at full mast, as well as have a lot of orgasms along the way."

Jane delighted in the sheer fun that Olivia exuded and was fast falling for this pixie who had called Jane hers. She looked back at the screen and asked, "So what sizes, don't we have?"

"You mean what big ones, don't we have?" Olivia teased.

"Well that, too," Jane agreed, smilingly.

So, Olivia pointed at the screen and said, "I think we have that size and that size, but just as important, is what's at the other end," she noted. "We also have to take into consideration thickness."

"Ooh, I love a nice thick one," Jane responded, once more falling into a fit of giggles.

For the next few minutes, they discussed the good and bad elements of the items available to buy. David was highly amused by this jostling and jesting between the pair, as they tried to find a happy medium. In the end, they decided on a range of girth and sizes and David wondered ruefully if he was going to become redundant. But, he thought, a lot of this was just Olivia distracting Jane.

He decided though, that they were going to have to tone it down a bit by tomorrow, when they need to visit Jane's house. He knew from various conversations, that the house belonged to Jane, or possibly her family, so Richard was probably skating on thin ice. He wondered whether Jane would throw him out. If what she said was anything to go by, she was probably feeling like she didn't want to live in the same house again, as it would trigger so many memories, good and bad.

While he was musing, he watched as Jane almost idly reached around Olivia and began to stroke and play with her nipples. Obviously, Jane was becoming aroused by something she was looking at. He watched as Olivia began to enjoy Jane's attention and he smiled to himself and thought, 'These two are definitely one huge turn-on.' After a while, Olivia began to rub her butt against Jane behind her. Then David's manhood was given a shock of lust, as Olivia raised her lovely derriere, showing a large dildo, strapped to Jane, and lying against her tummy. David didn't like to estimate the size, but it was very thick and long, and definitely one that Jane would have chosen. Olivia must have been rubbing herself against it, as she then raised herself up and Jane took hold of her hips. Olivia lowered herself slowly to the tip of the fake penis, with Jane guiding her. As the head touched her lips, Jane moved her fingers to gently ease Olivia's lips open. Then, as the thickness pushed her vulva open, she held for a moment, to relax her body. At this, she then turned her head and looked straight at David, gave him a huge smile, winked, and blew him a kiss, then a questioning look. She was asking his permission to fuck that huge thing, then he realised in that same moment in time, that she had known he was there all along. That Pixie! He swore she must have magic; how could she know he was there.