Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 01

{Michelle and my Coworkers-part one. Note, this is a story of a girlfriend being shared. If you hate hate HATE cuckold stories then DO NOT read it, that simple. You'll hate it, you'll spew your hate to me in a barely coherent fashion and I'll laugh that I told you not to read it and that you did anyway. For the rest of you, enjoy!}

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"Wow, DJ. Honey, your work friends act like they want to eat me up," my girlfriend Michelle giggled as she returned with some dirty plates from our outdoor barbecue.

"I'm sure they do," I laughed. "I see you out there prancing around, flirting to beat all hell."

"Who, me?" she smiled again with a sly smirk.

Oh yeah, she knew what she was doing. She was wearing a sheer sundress which gave hints of being transparent in the sunlight. It also appeared that she wasn't wearing any underwear, a fact I would no doubt be checking out later. She had no bra on at least, that was plainly obvious. Her incredibly pert nipples occasionally signalled to all present that her tits were bare under the thinnest of material.

My girlfriend is a tease, of that there is no doubt. What my coworkers did not know, however, was that she was also a pleaser. I wondered how long that knowledge would remain hidden. Michelle is a sexual animal with a voracious appetite. I've know that for years now. She let me know of her quite active past early in our relationship. She did so to both warn and challenge me to accept it, or to move on. I accepted it, hell, I relished it and still do today.

Am I a cuckold? Technically, yes. She does have sex with other men. I also have sex with other women, including several of her friends back in Boston. I guess I'm saying that we both enjoy sex and that the sex with others is just a buildup, a warm up to sex with each other. On almost every occasion we've had sex with others it ends up with us having wicked, mind blowing sex with each other. It's the best sex either of us has had. It has led us to be open and willing with each other's desires.

One of our mutual desires turns out to be the sexual teasing that goes naturally with the cuckold theme. In fact, she was doing it now. It was evident in the overt teasing of my coworkers, many of whom I dislike. I watched Michelle put away the plates and smooth her dress seductively.

"Your friends get cruder as they get drunker," she smiled devilishly. She grabbed some more beers from the cooler and winked. She licked her lips and as she walked out she flipped up her skirt to reveal her bare ass. I was right. I wondered if anyone else had seen a glimpse of her bareness tonight.

I had only volunteered to host the company picnic to try and win points with my new boss. I had a job that moved me across the country every six months or so. I was only two months into this job so I had to continue to try and smooth the path for the next few months. This frequent moving actually helped our sexual activity, as we could both be active with some anonymity and we didn't have to worry about attachments.

Admittedly, she is far more active than me, a fact that both of us enjoy. Like I said, she's voracious, even more than me. She's had lovers that she has used for our benefit who she has left hanging at the end of my work stints. She'd never involved my work mates before. I wondered if that was a limit for her. I guess I wasn't really sure if I was apprehensive about it or not. We'd never broached the subject before, though as in most cases, she can pretty much talk me into anything and have me begging for it if that is her desire.

She left me there anxiously wondering what was going on in her amazingly exciting mind. I stumbled out after her like a lost puppy. She openly flirted with all of us as the night went on. She flitted around, she danced, she laughed. She let some of them touch her arms when talking. I could feel a certain electricity in the air. There were some coworkers wives and girlfriends there, too, so nothing went beyond hints and suggestion. Every so often she'd pull me aside to tell me something.

"Your friend Mark loves my legs," she cooed in my ear. "He said he'd love them wrapped around his head," she chuckled.

"Wow," I said in surprise. "I've never known Mark to be forward like that."

"I'm sure it's just the alcohol talking," she grinned, though we both knew it wasn't just the alcohol. She was the instigator.

A little later, she pulled me away from the bonfire we'd set. "Josh and James said they had a bet that they could guess the color of my panties," she said with a hint of alcoholic buzz. We both knew she wasn't wearing any.

"What did you tell them?" I wondered.

"Nothing yet," she smirked.

"Why not?" I asked innocently. "Why not just tell them to fuck off?"

"Oh, is that what you want?" She grinned. "You want me to tell your work friends to fuck off? Are you sure? Are you sure you don't want me to let them guess? Are you sure you wouldn't rather them find out for sure?" She smiled mischievously.

Now I wasn't so sure. I'm sure my face was showing how flustered she'd made me. She was making me think about it. It was part of the game. She knew that no matter what, I'd end up nailing that pussy later, and hard.

"Ok, if that's what you want." She said, cutting off my train of thought.

She bounced back to the fire. I saw her beautiful body illuminated in the fire light. She was like a sexual goddess. The party had dwindled down to mostly the guys. The only other woman left was the bosses old hag of a wife. I saw Michelle chatting up Josh and James. They seemed to be having a spirited discussion, I didn't interrupt them. They were both probably 10 years younger than her. I'd guess they were both 25 or so. We are both in our mid thirties. I think she enjoys using that knowledge to tease me. She likes to tell me how great young guys are in bed, how big their cocks are, how long they last and how many times they can cum. We both know that she prefers experience, however. It just helps with the game. She'll tease until I nearly burst and as a result fuck her senseless. It works for both of us.

"Your friends want to fuck me," she snickered as she approached again.

"I know," I rasped, "I think the others are starting to know it too." I said, motioning to the other half dozen guys still there.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I kind of think so too," she said with an impish grin. "What's a girl to do?"

"I don't know," I said with hesitation. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, you tell me," she said with some frustration. "Those guys are really cute."

We were both dancing around it. We'd never had this situation before. It was like neither of us wanted it to be our fault if something happened. She could sense my indecision.

"So you are saying you don't want me to go back over to the fire and let Josh see if my panties are red? That was his guess, by the way."

I gulped. We were getting charged up. Could I handle the consequences? I still had four months to work with these guys. They were also kind of arrogant and jerky. I knew she would use that against me, too, in her masterful way.

"But you don't have panties on," I managed to blurt out.

"I know!" She smiled slyly. "How else do you think he'll find out?"

She flitted away, leaving the issue unresolved. She went back to the fire. The party was now nearly over. Josh and James had stayed, of course. They barely acknowledged me as they turned their full attention to the tease in front of them. I could see her leaning in to both of them. They got quiet.

My boss was leaving. I had to do the proper host thing and see them out. This meant leaving Michelle alone with the two vultures.

Michelle bounced up to me. "Well, I was at least able to answer one of their questions while you dilly dally about what you want," she grinned.

"What's that?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"Well, they obviously wanted to know if I even had a bra on, whether it was even worth guessing what color it was."

"Fuck," what did you tell them?"

"I don't really know what you want me to do," she said nervously. "But you know how I am, when I'm like this I want what I want."

I nodded.

She continued. "But, I don't want to push any boundaries you don't want me to cross."

"So did you show them you weren't wearing a bra?" I said with obvious interest.

She could tell I was excited. She had guessed right. "Um, not exactly."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

She laughed, "I didn't exactly show them." She leaned in to me like I'd seen her do with them. Her hard nipples poked me in the chest. She grabbed my hand. She took the back of my hand and swept it over her hard nipples. She let my hand slide over them a couple times, then released my hand.

"I let them do that," she smiled in lust.

"Wow," I moaned. "Both of them?"

She nodded. She looked over her shoulder. The guys were impatiently waiting her return.

I had to show my boss to the door. She just winked at me and as she turned she said, "so it's ok....?" I could only nod affirmatively, since my boss and his wife were standing right there.

I'd swear it was a conspiracy but my boss went on about nothing for ten minutes. I returned to the fire. Josh and James were sitting there smugly. Too smugly, it seemed. Michelle was between them. She wiggled out when I returned to sit by me. I saw the men whisper to each other and laugh. I felt that familiar pang of jealousy, though I know it always leads to ecstasy for me. I saw Josh put his fingers up to his face which cracked James up.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments before I cut in. "Well, we all have to work tomorrow, it's been a long night."

The guys hesitated but when they saw no resistance from Michelle they got up and made their way out. I wasn't seeing those punks to the door! When I saw them drive away Michelle came up to me and hugged me from behind.

She whispered in my ear lustily, "so they got to find out what color my panties were."

"Your non-existent panties?" I said in sexual frustration.

"Yes," she chuckled. "Josh found out first that they weren't red. Then James found out they weren't white either."

She turned me around and kissed me deeply. "I'm so fucking turned on right now."

"You have to tell me first," I panted.

"I know. I went and sat down. I didn't know if they'd feel comfortable enough with you around but we could see all the way in the house to the front door and you obviously were taking your time."

"I" wasn't taking my time, the boss was taking my time," I said with exasperation.

"Whatever," she cooed. "It gave me the time I needed and them the freedom to....well, find out for sure."

"What happened? How does that even get broached?" I wondered, even though I already knew that she was the catalyst.

"Remember their bet?" she asked. "I came out and asked them what does the winner get? They had no idea. I 'm sure they hadn't thought that far in advance. I'm sure they've tried that at parties before without ever having any success. I thought I'd name the winner. I told them that whoever I deemed was closer would be the one who gets to check."

I groaned. I knew she'd done it but hearing about it was even more sexually torturous.

"So Josh said red, James said white."

"But you don't have panties on!" I protested.

"True, so when I told them that you should've seen their faces. Then, they argued over who the winner was. I told them that James was closer because he said white and my skin is white. Boy, Josh didn't like that at all. At least he didn't until I let James flip my dress up over my hips and let him see that I wasn't wearing any panties. Josh got the full view as well, which I thought was only fair, since it wasn't really a fair contest."

"Wow," I said. Michelle kissed me deeply again, this time with a lot of tongue. She was on fire, she was going to get a good fucking and she knew it. She knew she deserved it.

I started to pull her towards the bedroom. She stopped me sheepishly and said, "Um, that's not all...."

"What?" I asked.

"Well, when James had my dress up around my hips he kind of let his fingers um....wander."

"Wander? Wander where?"

"My pussy, silly," she said as she punched me playfully in the arm. "So Josh managed to get his fingers there too, just before you came back out. If you'd taken another ten minutes or so who knows what would've happened," she said, looking at me as if we didn't already know.

"They'd have probably raped you," I gasped as I had to adjust my now stirring cock.

She smiled seductively, "it hardly would've been rape. But yes, they'd have fucked me raw," she said wistfully.

"You'd have liked that," I said with fake irritation.

"You'd have liked that as well," she smiled as she stroked my now fully engorged cock.

"So you left them hanging like that?" I asked with a smile. "Good, suits those fuckers to go home high and dry."

"Well not totally dry," she giggled, recalling her wetness on their fingers. "I may have also hinted that maybe, maybe we weren't totally done," she said bashfully as she looked to me for approval. "I wanted to keep them interested, just in case you wanted me to. I told them that I actually do have red and white panties and they just might get to see them sometime."

"You know I don't even like those guys," I said.

"I know, but you didn't really have to like any of the other guys I had either. It's not like I like them either. I just think the sex will be off the charts. I also think that you'll like it too. I know it'll hurt. But we've found that you like some of the humiliation that goes with me fucking other guys. I think you use that to totally fuck the shit out of me. Don't you think so? Just think of how turned on you'll be when I come home full of Josh's cum? Or James? Or both...." she said, realizing the tantalizing possibility of that for the first time.

"I need to fuck you so bad," I moaned as I pulled her to me.

"I know, me too," she said. "But we need to settle this."

I knew she was right.

"So if I have sex with Josh or James, or any of them, you'd have a problem with it?" She asked as she casually stroked me through my jeans.

"Oh god, Michelle," I groaned. "I just want to fuck you right now."

"I know, and you will, hard. But answer me, are you telling me no, that I can't have sex with any of them?"

She was using my excitement and lust to get her way, again. It was a familiar game. She was good at it. I knew I couldn't win. Even though in the end, both of us win, I guess. Still, we both liked to play. I'd had ideas myself. I thought I'd throw it right back at her.

"So you'd have sex with just Josh? Or just James? Or everybody at my job, including my boss."

"No," she said as she began to pout. "Probably just Josh....maybe James too..."

"How would you do it?" Iasked pressingly. "Would you have them come over here or would you just meet them somewhere just to suck their cocks?"

I knew her penchant for cock sucking. It was basically a fetish for her, probably her favorite thing in the world.

"Um, yes....probably, I don't know, maybe." She said, she wasn't sure where I was going with this.

"If you suck their cock, are you going to be totally naked for them?"

"Do you want me to be?" She said lustfully.

"Yessss," I groaned. "If you are going to suck cock, you are going to do it completely naked. I want them to see your slut body when you do it."

"Okkkk," she moaned. I could tell she was getting lost in her normal sexual trance state before a good fucking.

"Are you going to tell them that I know or are you going to act like you are just a cheating slut that's fucking behind my back?" I asked in mock disgust.

She liked the direction the game was heading. She takes the game as well as she gives. "Do you want me to tell them?" She said softly, submissively.

I was taking the lead, she liked it. "No, don't tell them that I know. I want them to think they are doing it behind my back. I think it makes you look more slutty, like a cheating little whore, don't you?"

"Yes," she said with her eyes lowered. She was on fire, I could smell her excitement.

"You realize you are letting some jerks at work get your girlfriend," she teased. "They are no doubt going to punish this pussy long and hard, too," she smiled cruelly.

"We'll see." I said. "Because here's the deal. You can do it. Fuck Josh, James, whoever, from my work. However, once you are in, you are in. You can only get out if I" say so."

She came right back at me, "you realize you are letting them have me basically for four months, because that's how long you'll have to live with the fact that they've fucked me."

I tried to ignore that thought as I continued, "you have to decide if you agree to the terms, you must fuck Josh and James...."

"Ok," she giggled instantly.

"Stop," I said, "there's more, a lot more. Ok, they get to fuck you like the cheating slut you are," I said as the lust grew in both of us. "When you suck their cocks, as I said before, you must be naked."

She nodded shyly. I continued, "I mean it, whenever their cock is in your mouth you have to let them see your whole body. Can you do that?"

"Yesss," she moaned. She was fingering herself now unabashedly.

"Every single time," I warned.

She nodded again, this time with eagerness.

"When they fuck you you will not do it here, in this house."

I saw her eyes open with anxiety.

"I don't want them fucking your slut pussy in my house. A good slut follows to wherever they want to fuck you." I didn't really care about her being fucked here, I just knew they'd be more inhibited if they thought I might be around. I wanted them to have full access to her.

I saw her eyes light up at how I was treating her. We both liked to stick in the knife of humiliation. It just adds to our explosive mix.

"Ok," she squeaked. "I'll fuck them where they want." She was nearly over the edge now, her lust was driving her.

"You'll not only do that, but you are not to leave them until they have been fully satisfied."

"Well duh," she said jokingly. "I never leave anyone hanging, you know that."

"I know," I said. "But I'm serious. You stay until you have completely drained them. In fact, you are to ask them if they are done or if they want more. Every time," I said sternly.

"Gosh," she groaned. "You are going to make them think that I'm just an easy whore."

"You are an easy whore," I answered smugly. "You are going to be their easy whore for four months."

I saw her gasp and her eyes gape. Another thought hit her, "you also realize that it isn't just those two who want to fuck me, right? Once they find out I'm sure they'll be hitting on me, too." She was playing her tease game as well, I wouldn't relent. "Can you just fuck the hell out of me now, please?" She begged.

"Almost," I said. "Finally, we already have agreed to Josh and James. They both can have you. In fact, for the time being if either or them ask you for anything you must text or call me right away and ask permission. I'd like to know about all of it, of course When you've drained them you are to come home and take care of me, naturally." As for any others, again, if you are propositioned in any way you have to call me and I'll tell you if and when you do anything.

"I will," she said with an shamed peep. She was so turned on that it was embarrassing her.

She asked the obvious question. "But how am I supposed to ever see Josh and James?We only see them at company functions like this."

"Because you are a slut, my love, and sluts always get their man, er men."

I remembered her conversation before, what she'd told them. I told her to go get a pair of red panties and a pair of white. She looked at me funny but went off to retrieve them. I got the cellphone cam ready. She returned. I roughly yanked her dress off of her, leaving her panting. I threw her the red panties and gruffly barked for her to put them on. She did so and I posed her bent over the couch, showing her great ass in the lacy panties with just a hint of her tits hanging down as she looked seductively back at me. SNAP! One picture down. I pulled those panties off of her and made her put on the white ones. This time I posed her on her knees as if she was giving head. You could see her tits exposed as she looked up at me. Her panty clad ass was visible. SNAP! She was shocked at what I told her next.