Little White Lies Ch. 04

Smirking, she sighed and leaned over, kissing his neck where she could get to it. He sighed softly, and she felt the telltale signs of his growing erection. Grinning wildly, she looked up at his face and then gestured downward with her eyes. He gave her a look of mild irritation.

Giggling, she pushed his hand down to her left breast, which he quickly retracted and gave her the opening she needed. Quickly leaning in, she finally achieved her goal and kissed him on the lips, drawing a soft sigh of appreciation. Pulling back after a second, she saw that he had his eyes closed and looked like he was stuck in that position. Giggling, she slid from his lap and started toward the door.

"That was just a thank you for helping me out," she said. "You know, since you wouldn't play that flirting game with me."

Don sighed, long and low and shook his head.

"Tell Dex to call me," she said, winking at him as she spun and bounded down the stairs. Grabbing her things, she hopped into her car, and drove home.

*****

Dexter

After working late to finish up one last ticket, Dex finally pulled into his house and checked his phone. There weren't any messages, so he quickly called Jessie and talked to her for a few minutes. She told him about her day and how boring work was, and that she and his dad had gone out birthday gift shopping, but he was really awful at flirting and she was going to have to get him to work on that.

Dexter felt better hearing her voice and couldn't help but smile as he walked into the house. She told him that she'd love to see him tonight but understood if he wasn't up for it.

"Honestly sugar, it's been a hell of a day and I think I'll just relax here if that's okay," he replied.

"Of course it is!" she said. "I know I'll see you again soon."

He smiled. "I love you, you know."

She giggled into the phone. "You're damn right you do! And I love you!"

He blew a kiss into the phone and said his goodbyes, promising to come see her tomorrow. A few more words were exchanged along with half a dozen more "I Love Yous" and then they finally hung up their phones.

Heading inside, he went and took a shower after work and spoke with his dad. Spending most of the rest of the evening on the couch, he was just about to turn in for the night around 9:30, when he got a text.

"Hey Dex," it said. It was from Nicole.

He sighed. Part of him knew it was a bad idea to respond, but she worked with him. He definitely didn't want to rock the boat there, especially since her husband was his boss. Still, another part of him wanted to reply because it felt good to be desired by this woman that seemed off limits. He knew it wouldn't ever go anywhere, of course. He didn't want it to; he had Jessie!

Still, there was something alluring and exciting about Nicole and Vicky. The former seemed almost playful around him now, and the latter's ridiculous reactions to the size of his dick were odd, hilarious, and arousing all at the same time.

Still, he felt like he'd already crossed a few lines with his beloved. She thought it was all hilarious, and he knew that she had different definitions about what was acceptable and what was unacceptable.

He sighed. Her version of flirting was way different than other people's.

He picked up his phone again and looked down. Another text message popped up, and then several more. He looked down and saw pictures.

The first was of Nicole and Vicky both, holding up a handwritten sign. It said: "We're sorry," and they both had exaggerated frowns. He smirked and scrolled down. The next was the same but with a different message. It said: "If we promise..." He scrolled to the next. "To behave..." He sighed, sensing what they were getting at.

The whole message, spelled out over the photos was: "If we promise to behave, will you please, please, please, come over and have a drink with us? We won't touch it or anything."

The last photo was of the two girls trying as best as they could to look adorable and pout. It was working, though, as he tried to think of reasons not to go. There were obvious ones, but he wasn't really listening to them.

"Promise me that you won't touch me?" he asked.

"Promise!" Nicole sent.

He smiled. By his girlfriend's definition, if you don't touch someone, it can't possibly be crossing the line.

"This isn't a mistake or anything," he said, sighing and standing up.

"Address?" he sent. "And I mean it. BEHAVE."

The address showed up surprisingly fast, and he got dressed quickly. Electing for some jeans and a decent looking shirt, he finished and even gave his hair a comb through. The house wasn't too far away, and he got there pretty quick.

Still feeling like he was doing something wrong, he followed her directions and pulled around to the garage in the back. Hopping out, he saw her peek out through a patio window and then wave him through the side gate.

He stepped through, the light of the house pouring through the windows lighting his way and stepped up to the patio door as she opened it.

He smiled, looking around as she greeted him warmly, immediately offering him a drink.

"Come on in!" she said. "You want a drink? Beer, wine?"

He smiled and declined. "This is a great place," he said. "Chase must do alright."

She grinned. "We both do pretty good," she said. He looked around, not seeing Vicky.

"Vicky couldn't make it?" he asked.

Nicole grinned and shrugged. "She's here somewhere," she said smiling wryly.

Dex suddenly felt like he was going to be attacked out of nowhere and looked around.

Nicole giggled as she watched him. "She's upstairs Mr. Paranoid."

Dex relaxed then, smiling at his own antics. "So, what did you need?" he asked, eager to get to the point so he could stop feeling so guilty about even being there.

"What makes you think I didn't just want the pleasure of your company?" she asked, leaning against the wall. He assumed she was trying to look sexy, but she was obviously pretty well-oiled by that point in the evening, and almost fell over.

He quickly went over and grabbed her as she slid over, helping her back up and then backing away as she slapped his hand. "Hey now, you said no touching."

He shook his head, not wanting to argue the point.

"Come on," she said, turning and walking upstairs and then down a long hallway. He couldn't help but notice the way her ass was bouncing as he followed her, and she must have felt him looking as she turned around and grinned at him.

"Just keep following the bouncing butt," she said, laughing at her own joke.

He smirked, shaking his head.

They went down the hallway, past several rooms and then finally to Nicole and Chase's bedroom.

Feeling like he shouldn't be there, Dexter hesitated right outside the door and had to be pulled in.

The first thing he saw had him very confused. Vicky was tied to a chair, but not with rope. They'd used a myriad of ties that Chase apparently owned and had her looking pretty secure.

"What... the hell..." he said, raising an eyebrow.

Vicky giggled and playfully tried to lean forward and bite him as if she were rabid or a dog or something. She giggled, as did Nicole. The two women recovered and looked over at him.

"You said no touching, and she obviously can't control her fuckin' self," Nicole said.

Dex was at a loss for words. On one hand, Vicky's incredible body, though still covered by clothes, was accentuated in all the right places as the ties crisscrossed her form. Even her small breasts, outlined by several ties, were taut and firm looking; her nipples, hard nubs. On the other, this was pretty damned weird and not what he'd expected when he came over.

He swallowed hard and backed up, hitting a dresser behind him and causing the girls to giggle.

"So..." he said, sliding his hands into his pockets.

Vicky's eyes had locked onto his crotch by that point and didn't seem to be leaving. He sighed, feeling strangely empowered and confident, yet still feeling nervous.

"So..." Nicole said, striding forward. She started to drop to her knees in front of him, causing his eyes to go wide. She burst out laughing, as did Vicky, and the two couldn't stop for at least another minute.

Finally, they managed to gather themselves together, though Nicole looked a little worse for wear than Vicky did.

"Look, Dexter," Vicky said, still eyeing his crotch. "It's probably no secret that you're bigger than our husbands. In fact, I'm willing to bet that if you put their dicks like... end to end..." she said, pointing her fingers at each other, "that you'd still be bigger."

"Yeah," Nicole agreed. "Chase is so fuckin' small," she whined. "I mean... come on, I love the guy but... FUCK! I can only use that fuckin' dildo so much."

Dex was blown away by the revelation and knew that he'd never look at his weasel of a boss the same way. He covered the thoughts well, though not reacting facially and leaning back on the dresser.

"Shush Nicole," Vicky said. "I love my husband, as does Nicole. We're not looking to cheat on them."

"Speak for yourself!" her friend said, giggling.

"Nicole!" Vicky barked.

Nicole's eyes went exaggeratedly wide and she made mocking mouth movements and crossed her eyes at Vicky, causing herself to laugh again. Vicky ignored her and continued.

"Like I said, I love my husband and I'm not trying to cheat on him," she said, her eyes finally moving up to lock with his. "He's... he's not big," she said. "I used to have a boyfriend in college that had a very large penis. He was probably about the same size as you are. Now don't tell anyone about this, but the two of us have been having to use dildos and vibrators to get ourselves off. All we want is to watch you cum, just one time."

Dex raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked.

She nodded. "God," she said, closing her eyes. "I can still see that fuckin' beast in my mind." Opening her eyes, she looked back up at him. "All I want is to watch you stroke it, and make yourself cum."

He was surprised but continued to listen.

"After that, you can leave and we will do our best to leave you alone at work. Right Nicole?" she asked turning and looking at her friend.

"Right!" she said, sliding onto the bed, Vicky in the chair beside it.

He sighed, still not sure about any of this.

"You want me to rub one out and you're just going to watch?" he asked.

Vicky shrugged. "If I can reach certain things, I'm going to play with myself too," she said. "I'm not sure what drunk-ass over there is going to do."

Dex nodded. "Okay," he said. "Give me a second to think. This is an odd request."

She smiled and nodded. "Still though, you thought we were going to try and seduce you when you came over, didn't you?"

He smirked and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I did. I was going to tell you guys no though. I just felt like I had to be here to avoid any issues at work. I mean, y'all have me in a precarious position."

Vicky nodded. "I know, and I'm sorry about that. I've got a high sex drive and I haven't had an orgasm from a real dick since college. I adore my husband, and he tries so hard, but cunnilingus just doesn't cut it for me. I can't cum like that."

"I can!" Nicole said, unhelpfully. "But Chase doesn't like it, the fucker."

Vicky giggled and shook her head. "Nicole, come over here and pull my blouse up."

It took a second, but the drunk girl managed to slide off the bed and haphazardly work Vicky's blouse up over her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and Dexter smiled, despite his best effort to remain aloof.

"I know they aren't much to look at, but I figured that fair is fair," she said. He looked down as she spread her legs, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties.

He groaned, seeing a shiny glint of wetness sliding from between the lips of her pussy. She looked over at Nicole and then gestured with one hand. Her friend quickly went over and untied it enough for her to get it over to her crotch, and Dex watched as she began to rub at it, gently massaging her clit.

"Please," Vicky said.

Dexter sighed, and looked around. Seeing a chair near him, he pulled it over and sat down relatively close to the two of them. He looked over, seeing lots of movement from Nicole, and saw that she'd stripped down to her panties, which she was in the process of losing.

His eyes wide, he shook his head and looked back at Vicky, who grinned and shrugged at him, rolling her eyes.

Standing back up, he undid his pants and slid them down, along with his underwear. Keeping them down at his knees should he need to yank them up quickly to make a fast getaway, he got comfortable in the chair again and started to stroke. Bringing his hand up, he started to spit in it, but Vicky told him, "Wait!"

He looked at her curiously.

"Let me see your hand," she said.

He lifted it and held it in front of her, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

"No, goober, I mean bring it here," she clarified. "I'm going to lick it."

He dropped his hand, looking at her like she was crazy. "What?" he asked.

She sighed. "You need lube, and I think it'll be kinky if you use my spit. It'll be like I'm sucking your dick." He shrugged, liking the kinkiness of the idea, and held his hand up, warily trying to stay far enough away from her hands as he could.

She grinned and leaned forward, taking his finger into her mouth. He groaned, not really registering that she wasn't licking his hand and was sucking on a finger instead.

She giggled and then moved around, her soft tongue wetting his palm in several spots.

"There, now get strokin'," she said, smiling and resuming strumming her pussy.

He sat back, feeling very odd about the whole affair, and grabbed his semi-erect cock. Gently, he stroked until he could feel it moving upward. He saw Nicole on the bed, a purple dildo in her hand as she gently slid it in and out of herself. She groaned audibly, seeing him swelling to his full size.

"Fuck," Vicky said, eyeing the shaft again. It seemed like her weird fascination was back. She strained forward against the ties, but apparently Nicole was pretty decent at tying knots when she was drunk, and she stayed securely in her chair. She whimpered in annoyance but went back to rubbing herself.

Dexter focused, thinking about Jessie, picturing her kneeling between Donna's legs, and then changing Donna with Vicky. He groaned with pleasure, seeing this gorgeous blonde and brunette that he worked with madly fucking themselves. He lifted his hand again, ready to lick or spit on it, and Vicky stopped him again. She ran the flat of her palm down her pussy, and then shoved several fingers in, wriggling them around until they came out shiny and glistening.

"Here, quickly," she said, reaching out.

He smirked, but didn't hesitate, reaching in front of him and letting her rub her juices all over his hand. Groaning, she sat back and furiously scrubbed her fingers against her pussy, drawing his eyes downward.

"Yes, look at my pussy baby," she said. "Think about that big fuckin' dick sliding in it."

Dexter grunted, doing just that as he started to stroke his shaft again, his hand quickly coating his cock with Vicky's pussy slime. She whimpered, seeing him do just that, and worked hard against herself.

Dexter looked over, seeing Nicole laying on her side, one leg up in the air and her arm behind her, forcing the purple dildo in and out at a swift pace. She brought it out as he watched and plunged it into her mouth a few times before she went back to fucking herself with it.

Weirded out as much he was, he was still able to get himself close. Quickly stripping off his shirt, he caused them both to groan and whimper in appreciation, both of their eyes briefly dancing across his chest. He smiled, feeling even more manly, and sped up his stroke.

"Fucking cum all over the place," Nicole was saying.

Vicky was moaning lowly, her hand still furiously rubbing. It looked like it might hurt, but as he watched, she licked her fingers again while he was stroking. She whimpered, her face changing to look like she was almost afraid or in pain, and then gasped, her eyes locking down on his shaft.

He grunted, feeling his orgasm peak, and then stroked, flexing his thighs as a burst of cum shot from the end of his cock and landed across his stomach. Groaning, he stared straight ahead and into Vicky's eyes as she practically screamed out in pleasure at the intensity of her orgasm.

Grunting, he looked over and saw Nicole in the midst of her own orgasm, grinding the dildo deeply into herself again and again.

Whimpering, Vicky finally slowed, collapsing against the chair as Dexter stroked out the last of his cum. Grunting as a pleasurable shiver coursed through him, he laid there panting for a minute as the two women recovered.

Sighing, he started to stand and get up to get clean, but Nicole, the orgasm apparently having cleared her mind a bit, stood and told him to sit back down.

"I don't want you getting cum all over the place," she said. "Just give me a second."

Vicky was still panting, her small but gorgeous breasts rising with her labored breaths. She continued to stare at the shaft, still hard from the excitement, and coated with streams of cum and glistening with what remained of her pussy juices.

Nicole disappeared into the bathroom and re-emerged with a robe on. She went over to Dexter and handed him a towel, but Vicky stopped him with a whimper. "Just let me look at it a little more," she said. "Please."

He shrugged sitting back down as Nicole moved over, rolling her eyes behind Vicky's head and starting to untie the ties. It didn't register with Dexter until Vicky was freed, and she quickly slid out of her chair as he stood up and moved.

Quickly, she leaned in and licked up his shaft, groaning as she looked up and swallowed a small bit of cum. Dancing to the side, he got out of her way, but she only stopped when Nicole grabbed her.

"Vicky, we promised!" she said. "You can't!"

Vicky whimpered. "I don't fucking care," she said, her eyes rimmed with tears. "I fucking want it. It's not fair."

Dexter didn't know what the hell to do. He was stuck in a corner and had the two of them between him and the door. He looked over at Nicole questioningly, but she was still focusing on holding Vicky back.

Finally, Nicole simply gave up, and Vicky practically tackled Dexter as he turned to the side to cover up his junk. In a pile on the ground, he tried stand to get the surprisingly strong woman off him. He felt her tongue trying to get at the remnants of his cum, but she was licking his side at the moment.

His protests fell on deaf ears as Nicole went into the bathroom, shaking her head.

Finally, she managed to get him over to his back where he gently tried to push her off, repeatedly saying her name.

"Please don't push me away!" she said, tears in her eyes.

Shocked, he let go, afraid that he'd hurt her. She immediately leaned in, her hand sliding around his cock and her mouth sliding over it.

"God, you're still hard," she whimpered.

Dexter groaned, worried that if he pushed her off she'd get upset, but also enjoying the warmth of her soft but enthusiastic mouth on the head of his cock. Then, surprisingly he felt cold air. Looking down, he saw that she was licking her fingers before she slid back down, her tongue running up the shaft where she saw cum, then moving on to his stomach and chest.

"I shouldn't be doing this... I shouldn't be doing this...," he thought repeatedly.

He groaned, enjoying the attention that she was giving him but knowing that he was most definitely crossing the line.

"Vicky," he said. "Your husband wouldn't appreciate this."

That finally got her attention, but only for a second, her hands coming up and covering her mouth, but she must have tasted some remnants of his cum on them as she started to slurp and lick at her own fingers. Still, he couldn't move with her laying on his legs without fear of her getting upset or yelling at him again. This woman was above him in the hierarchy at work and could definitely ruin his life.