Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 03

"Wake up sleepy-head."

Michael opened his eyes to see the pretty, smiling face of his wife. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up.

Michael looked at the clock. "Shit, I overslept! I better get going!"

Jen giggled, and said playfully, "Well, maybe if you hadn't ravished me all night, you'd be more awake!"

Michael remembered the night before. How he had watched his wife flirt at a bar, and how he had fucked her all night long. He ran his hand along his wife's leg, over her skirt. "You were so good last night." Michael's hand continued moving up Jen's leg until he felt her garter straps underneath her skirt. "I love it when you wear this."

"You better," Jen said with mock scorn. "They cost a lot more than pantyhose."

"Ugh. You know I hate it when you wear pantyhose."

Jen ruffled her husband's hair. "No duh, Sherlock. That's why I only wear stockings. Just for you, because I love you so much."

Michael grinned. "The guy last night. Matt, right? He liked them too."

Jen suppressed a shudder at the memory of the night before. "Well ... other guys might like it, but I wear them for you. Just remember that, okay?" Jen looked at the clock. "Oops, I'm late! I've got to go!" Jen kissed her husband quickly, and then quickly left for work.

Michael lingered in bed. He looked at his wife's lingerie from the night before, scattered on the floor. He picked up her panties. He remembered how wet Jen had been. He touched the crotch of her panties and felt his wife's dried pussy juices. "Matt really turned her on last night," he thought.

Michael re-played in his mind the night before. He had been surprised (and delighted) at how far Jen had let Matt go. Letting him caress her so intimately. Letting him run his hand up her leg, even letting him touch her stocking tops. Clearly Matt had gotten to her. The thought of another man arousing his wife made Michael dizzy with excitement.

He felt himself stiffening. Michael pushed the covers away and grasped his semi-hard cock. He loved playing these games with Jen. It had taken years, but finally she was getting into it, letting herself go.

He reached down and picked up Jen's stockings. He ran the silky fabric over his chest, and then his face. He reveled in the pungently sweet scent of the stocking feet. Then he wrapped the delicate fabric around his hard penis. He stroked himself, remembering how Matt had so boldly tried to pick up his wife. "He wanted to fuck her. Penetrate her married pussy with his huge cock. Shoot his sperm into her fertile womb."

His excitement growing, Michael caressed the lacy stocking top with his other hand. "Matt touched this," Michael thought. "He ran his fingers along this lace." With a grunt, Michael spasmed and came on his wife's stocking.

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Jen's mind wandered as she rode the subway to work. Her thoughts were on the night before.

She couldn't believe what she had done, what she had let Matt do. She was happily married, how could she let a stranger feel her up like that?

Because that's what Michael wants, she told herself. Still, she had been scared that Michael would be mad at how far she had let Matt go. But instead of being mad, Michael was just turned on, and their sex had been great.

They had met in college, when she was a senior and he a graduate student. Despite their differences -- she was a popular leggy sorority girl and he was a geeky business major -- they had fallen in love. They married soon after graduation, and recently celebrated their second anniversary.

Michael had always been kinky. It turned him on when other guys paid attention to her. He always encouraged (and cajoled) her to wear revealing clothing, and flirt with other guys.

She didn't mind. Harmless flirting was fun, and didn't hurt anyone. She enjoyed the self-esteem boost whenever guys paid attention to her.

But lately, their games were getting more intense. Michael was pushing the envelope, asking her to go farther and farther. It seemed he could only get excited -- and hard -- when they played their games.

Jen hurried to her office, late for a meeting. She rifled through her bag, finally finding her heels. She tossed off her sneakers, and slipped into her black stilettos. Her long blond hair almost brushed the floor as she bent over to attach the ankle straps of her Jimmy Choos.

"I'll never understand why girls wear different shoes to the office."

The unexpected voice startled Jen. Her voice caught in her throat when she saw a confident and smiling Randy standing in the doorway. "Um, well, it's hard enough wearing these all day long." She extended her shapely leg, showing off her stiletto heels. "Besides, these shoes are too pretty to wear on the subway." Jen stood up and reached across her desk for her notes. "I'm sorry, I'm late for a meeting, can I help you with something?"

Turning, Jen caught Randy staring at her legs. She blushed, wondering if, in stretching for her notes, she had flashed her stocking tops.

Randy's gaze left her legs, then slowly traveled up her body, over her flat tummy, her breasts, and finally to her face. He didn't apologize or try to hide the fact that he was checking her out, undressing her with his eyes. Jen was unnerved by his unabashed confidence.

"Um, I'm sorry, can I help you with something?" Jen asked again, willing her voice to be steady.

"Have lunch with me today," Randy finally said.

"Lunch? Uh, I can't. My meeting will probably go into the afternoon."

"Fine. Then tomorrow then. I'll pick you up at 1230."

It wasn't a question, but a statement. "Um, okay," Jen agreed uncertainly.

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Jen couldn't concentrate at the meeting. She kept thinking about Randy. He was a rising superstar, barely 30 and already a senior executive. He was tall, broad shouldered and ruggedly handsome. All the single girls in the office swooned over him. She knew she was pretty and guys were attracted to her. But he was so accomplished. She felt like a school girl when around him.

Jen almost jumped when she felt her cell phone vibrate. She read the text message: "Meet me at the Hudson at 8." Jen inwardly sighed. It was only last night that she let guys hit on her at the bar. She hoped that Michael just wanted to have dinner, with no extracurricular activities. But she wasn't sure, especially since he wanted to go to the Hudson, a notorious pick-up bar. Michael was becoming insatiable, and she didn't know if she was up for another night of playing their game.

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Jen checked her hair and makeup, touching up her lipstick. The meeting ran long and she was late. She grabbed her purse, and hurried to the elevator.

The door opened and Jen was startled to see Randy.

"Late night?"

"Um, yeah," Jen said nervously, edging into the elevator.

Jen shyly kept her eyes locked on her toes as the elevator descended. She could feel Randy's eyes on her. She shifted nervously in her heels.

"You don't change your shoes when you go home?"

"Um, well, I'm meeting my husband for dinner."

"Ah. And what does your husband do?"

"He's an accountant."

"I see. He does people's taxes, like H&R Block?"

"No," Jen said defensively. She felt like Randy was demeaning her husband. "I mean, yes, he does taxes, but not for H&R Block. He works for a firm."

"Which one? EY? PWC?"

"No -- I mean, not a big firm. It's a small firm."

"Where? Here in the city?"

"Um, no. In Jersey." Jen felt her face flush. She felt Randy was mocking Michael. She wished she could defend him better.

"And what does he do there?"

"He ... he does people's taxes," Jen admitted, feeling embarrassed.

The elevator finally reached the lobby. "So, where are you meeting your husband?"

Not thinking, Jen reflexively answered, "The Hudson."

Randy looked surprised. "An interesting choice. That's a singles bar." Then, with a stare that Jen felt was reaching into her soul, he added, "A notorious pick-up bar."

Jen felt caught, like a deer in the headlights. "We, ah, we like the food," she said weakly.

Randy searched Jen's face. Then he abruptly changed the subject. "Here, I'll give you a ride."

"No, no," Jen immediately objected. "I'm fine, I'll get a cab."


"Jen, there's no way you'll get a cab at this time of night," he said firmly. "I'm going that way, it's no trouble."

Randy opened the door to his jet back BMW sedan. "Please," he said, gesturing for Jen to get in. Jen carefully slid into the car, holding her skirt so it wouldn't rise too much. Despite her efforts, she felt the lacy stocking tops brush against her hand, and she knew she was exposing more leg than she wanted. She surreptitiously glanced up, and saw that Randy was enjoying the show. She slid over as far as she could, and tugged her skirt down.

Randy closed the door and then addressed the driver. "The Hudson bar, Tommy."

"Yes sir," the young black driver replied immediately.

"So ... you get a company car?"

Randy nodded. "One of the perks of being on the executive management team."

As they drove through traffic, Jen nervously shifted and rubbed her legs together. The rustling sound of her silky nylons rubbing together heightened the tension in the car.

Finally Randy broke the silence. "How did your meeting go today?"

Relieved to talk business, Jen spent a few minutes describing the day long meeting. The purpose of the meeting was to close a big deal for a client. In the darken car, she didn't notice as Randy slid closer and closer to her. When she finished speaking, she was alarmed to find Randy sitting right next to her.

"Jen, let me give you some advice," he said, leading slightly so his leg pressed against hers. "In our business, if you want to close deals and get ahead, you have to use all your god given gifts."

"Um ... I'm not sure what you mean."

"Jen, you're smarter than that. You know exactly what I mean. You're a beautiful girl. You know the effect you have on men. Use that to your advantage."

Jen's discomfort was increasing by the second. What was Randy asking her to do?

The young executive seemed to read her mind. "Jen, your job isn't to be the pit bull. Your job is to be the charmer." Randy flashed a conspiratorial smile. "A little innuendo. A touch here and there. A little flirting. That's what I'm saying."

Jen froze when she felt Randy put his hand on her knee. "You know how to flirt with men, don't you Jen?"

Jen firmly pushed Randy's hand away. "I'm married, so the only man I flirt with is my husband," Jen said with as much indignation as she could muster.

Randy laughed. "That's a shame." Then his tone became serious. "Maybe you can practice with other men at the Hudson tonight."

Again, Jen felt like she was caught. Did Randy know something? Just then her cell phone buzzed.

"Aren't you going to answer? It's probably about the deal."

Jen didn't want to answer with Randy sitting so close, but she felt she had no choice.

It was a text message. "Take off your wedding rings. You'll see why."

Randy read the message, pretending it was work related. He looked at Jen quizzically. "Take off your wedding rings?"

Jen quickly deleted the message. "It must be a wrong number."

They finally arrived at the Hudson Hotel. The driver opened Jen's door. Before Jen could get out, Randy said, "Keep in mind my advice." He put his hand on Jen's thigh, over her skirt, feeling her garter strap underneath. Jen was momentarily frozen, giving Randy more time to caress her thigh. "With legs like yours, you should wear shorter skirts."

"I need to go," Jen said. She immediately scolded herself, as her words came out like a request, and she certainly didn't need his permission to leave.

Randy continued to caress Jen's stockinged leg. "Think about what I said, Jen. Closing this deal will do wonders for your career."

Jen finally pulled away, and rushed into the Hudson Hotel.

"Where to now, sir?" Tommy asked.

Randy thought for a moment. "Park the car, Tommy. I think I'll have a drink."