Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 08

"Get the strap-on," Dick said to Mona as he carried Jen to the stage. Dick put Jen's hand on this crotch. "Feel that baby? Like how it feels? Don't worry, you'll get it, every inch. But first Mona's gonna warm you up for me."

Mona smiled with anticipation. The dildo would be fun, but first she was going to sit on Jen's sweet face.

"What's going on here?"

Dick turned and saw the bouncer. "Get out of the way, boy!"

The bouncer looked at Jen, and then back to Dick. "What did you do to her?"

Jen felt in a fog, another side-effect of the drug. But through her hazy eyes she recognized the young black man. She reached out and gripped the bouncer's arm. "Please, help me," she pleaded with a weak voice. "Please."

The bouncer saw that Jen was drugged. "This isn't right," the bouncer said.

"Get lost boy. This doesn't concern you."

"Please ..." Jen begged.

The young bouncer made a quick decision. "Give her to me," he demanded.

"How dare you? Move out of my way!"

"Give her to me!" the young black man demanded. "Now!"

Dick saw the bouncer's determined face and bulging muscles, and reluctantly let Jen go. "I'll get you fired for this!" he promised.

The bouncer looked concerned. He put his arm around Jen and helped her walk out of the bar.

Jen passed out almost as soon as they got into the taxi. The bouncer looked in Jen's purse to find where she lived.

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Jen slowly opened her eyes. Her head throbbed, and she felt queasy. "Where ... where am I?"

She felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. "It's me, honey," she heard her husband say. "You're home. You're safe."

Jen's memory from the prior night was hazy, but she knew she had been in trouble. "How did I get home?"

"The bouncer brought you home, in a taxi. He said Dick drugged you. Honey, I'm really sorry. I can't believe he did that to you."

"I called Dick up, that bastard!" Michael said angrily. "I said I'd break his face if I ever saw him again."

Jen sat up but felt woozy, and had to lay back down. "You probably need more sleep," Michael said. "Rest now, and we'll talk later."

Jen slowly woke up. She saw it was dark outside. She must have slept for hours.

She couldn't help her thoughts turning to the night before. Her head was finally clear, and she remembered everything. She shivered at how close she had come to being gang raped. She hated Dick for drugging her, and Mona for talking advantage of her. She also felt ashamed, because she remembered how aroused she had been. She had wanted to be taken ... to be fucked. Tears of shame formed in her eyes as she remembered how she had begged Mona to fuck her. "God, was that really me?" she asked herself. "It must have been the drug. It had to be."

But then she remembered how horny she had been lately. How could she help it? It was only natural for her body to respond to all the male attention she got from playing the game. For not the first time, she wished they had never started playing. It wasn't right, being a married woman and flirting with other men.

But she couldn't deny the excitement of the chase, of being pursued, the thrill of being touched, even kissed, by a strange man. The first kiss, the first touch, the newness of it all. She had forgotten had thrilling that could be.

Then she remembered the night before, and shivered at how much trouble the game had almost caused her. "God, did it really happen to me? I was drugged, and almost raped." Jen had read about date rape, but she never thought it would happen to her, especially after getting married.

Despite herself, the thought of Dick and Mona aroused her. She hated and despised them. But she couldn't forget how their fingers and lips had felt on her skin. It had felt good. She remembered how she had longed for an orgasm. The longing was still there. She craved an orgasm. Was it a side effect of the drug? She didn't know, she hoped so. But at that moment, the reason didn't matter.

"Michael?" Jen hesitantly called out.

Michael quickly came to her side. "Honey, are you alright? You've been sleeping for hours. I'm really sorry about last night."

Jen took both her husband's hands, and kissed them. "It's alright, you couldn't have known." Jen kissed Michael's hands again, and then slowly brought them to her breasts. She was nude under the blanket.

Michael cupped his wife's breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. "You're really turned on," he said.

"Yeah," Jen breathed, unbuttoning Michael's shirt. "Make love to me."

They made passionate love. They didn't talk, keeping to their own thoughts.

Jen's fantasies wandered from Randy to Matt. Even to Dick.

Even to Mona.

She felt so ashamed, but couldn't help herself.

Michael couldn't help thinking of Jen with Dick and Mona. What they did to her ... and what they almost did to her. When Michael called Dick earlier that day, Dick couldn't help gloating about the prior evening.

"You're an ass for drugging her!" Michael had said.

"Why do you care?" Dick retorted.

Michael stammered, then remembered their story. "Because she's my wife's friend, I told you that."

"I should call the police," Michael had continued angrily. "Date rape is against the law!"

"Hold on, hold on," Dick quickly said. "Okay, I admit I gave her something, but it wasn't a date rape drug. It was just a Quaalude, just something to get her to relax. You know what they are, right? A Quaalude doesn't make a person moan and beg for it the way Jen did last night. It was a small pill, practically a placebo. Listen, I don't care what Jen told you, she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And she's a kinky chick, too. She begged Mona to fuck her with the dildo."

Michael had looked at the telephone in shock. Could Dick be telling the truth?

As Michael made love to Jen, he couldn't shake the images of Mona playing with Jen's tits and clit. He knew it was terrible. But he couldn't help thinking about his wife getting turned on by Dick and Mona's lips and fingers, and about Jen begging Mona to fuck her with the strap on.

"I'm gonna cum," Michael groaned. "Hurry and play with yourself."

"Oh ... okay," Jen said as she reached a hand between their bodies.

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Jen lay awake in the darkness, long after Michael fell asleep, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. She craved a long fucking. Her body needed it after everything that had happened that week. Thankfully, Michael had managed to stay hard, but he came too fast. She had barely had time to make herself cum. It wasn't enough to satiate her body's needs.

The past week had been wrong. How had their marriage gotten this way? She was flirting with guys in bars, flirting at work, even going out on dates arranged by her husband. This wasn't how she dreamed marriage would be, back when she was a little girl. What happened the night before was still fresh in her mind. It scared her, remembering how turned on she got. But Dick was repulsive, and she had never been interested in other women. It had to be the drug, right?

Despite her misgivings, she couldn't deny the excitement of the game. It was a major ego burst to have so much male attention. It was like back in college, before she met Michael. She hadn't realized how much she missed flirting, and the thrill of being chased.

She wished Michael had lasted longer. Even though she couldn't reach orgasm from intercourse alone (she had never been able to), she enjoyed feeling him inside her. She thought of waking Michael up, but he usually couldn't get hard again so soon. The problem with the game is it made her so horny. It left her body with longings. God, she needed sex so bad, it made her wonder if the drug was partly still inside her.

She snaked a hand down her lacy panties. Playing with herself wasn't as good as intercourse, but it was better than nothing.

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The next week at work, Michael often found himself daydreaming about their game.

He couldn't believe how well things were going. What a difference a week makes! Before, Jen might flash some leg or let a guy look down her blouse. She might flirt a little. But nothing like this week. All of the guys -- Matt, Randy and Dick -- and even Mona -- had been close to fucking her. Jen was that close to letting them in her pants.

What had come over his wife? He didn't know, but he loved it.

His fantasy was to watch another man fuck Jen. To watch Jen's face as she came with another man's cock inside her. Michael knew it was demented, but he had stopped trying to understand his desires. His greatest fantasy was for Jen to become a hot wife, and he couldn't change no matter how much he wanted to.

Before, Jen might flash a little leg or flirt a bit, but it was always at his cajoling. She never expressed any interest in other guys, which made it less exciting for him. Michael wanted his wife to get hot over other guys, to flash and flirt because she wanted to, not just to make him happy. He wanted Jen to desire other guys. Then somehow, this week, it was like a switch turned on in his wife's head. There was no doubt that Matt and Randy, and even Dick and Mona, had aroused her (and if Dick was telling the truth, it wasn't because of the pill Jen took).

Would Jen actually make his fantasy come true, and sleep with another man? Matt or Randy, it could happen with either of them. The best chance was with Randy, because who knew if they would ever see Matt again. Randy was better anyway, since Jen worked with him. Michael hoped they would have an affair for a few months, and then Jen could move on to another lover. Michael looked forward to Randy's party next weekend. He'd give Jen a day or two to get over what happened with Dick and Mona, and then he'd start putting ideas in her head about going the next step with Randy.

Just thinking about his wife with another man made Michael hard. He went into the bathroom to masturbate, the second time today he had beat off. He felt guilty knowing he might have trouble staying hard tonight if he and Jen made love, but he couldn't resist.

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Jen cautiously walked up the stairs in the run-down apartment building. Checking the apartment number, she knocked.

The door opened. "Yeah?" an old black woman asked.

"Um ... my name is Jen. I'm here to see Tyrone. Does he live here?"

The woman looked doubtfully at Jen for a few moments. Then she shouted back into the apartment. "Tyrone! Someone here to see you!"

Jen waited nervously at the door, when finally a muscular black teenager appeared. It was the bouncer from the Private Eyes topless bar.

Jen smiled nervously. "Hi, um ... I wanted to thank you for the other night. For helping me get away from those people."

Tyrone looked Jen up and down. "Lady, with you dressed like that in this neighborhood, I might need to help you again."

Jen blushed in embarrassment. "I came right after work," she hurriedly explained. Ever since closing the deal the week before, Jen's skirts had become higher, and her blouses a touch more revealing. To her chagrin, she found that Randy was right, it helped her at work to dress a little sexier.

"How did you find me anyway?"

"It wasn't that hard," Jen said smiling. "They told me at Private Eyes that you were fired. It took a while but they finally gave me your address."

"I'm sorry that they fired you," Jen said earnestly. "If I can do anything ..."

Tyrone shrugged. "That's okay, it was a shitty job. I was just working there to save up for college."

"So, do you have another job yet?"

"Nah ... kinda hard getting a job, my high school grades weren't too good."

Jen had an idea. "Well, there might be an opening where I work."

Tyrone looked warily. "You're kidding, right? What is it, a janitor or some shit like that?"

"No, no," Jen said quickly. "Last week I closed a big deal, and now there's a lot of things I have to take care of. My boss might let me hire an administrative assistant."

Tyrone grinned. "You're kidding, right? Me in an office?"

"Well, I have to check, but I think ... yes, I think it'll be okay."

Tyrone's grin grew wider. "Where do I sign up?"

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"That's what you're wearing to Randy's party?" Michael asked, the disappointment clear in his voice.

Jen had slipped into a conservative black dress with low heeled shoes. She sighed. "Michael, there'll be a lot of people from work there. We can't play the game there."

"I know, but there's no harm in dressing a little sexier. I mean, you dress sexier when you go to work."

Jen shook her head. "Michael, we've gone over this already. Work is work, but this is a social occasion. It's different."

Michael's disappointment soured his mood, and it only got worst once they arrived at the party. It was boring, with everyone talking shop. He wandered around Randy's house to pass the time.

"You must be Michael, Jen's husband."

Michael turned to see a tall, broad shouldered man. "I'm Randy."

Michael shook Randy's offered hand. "Hi, I was just admiring your sports collection," he said, feeling uncomfortable. Despite his fantasies involving this man and his wife, Michael felt awkward talking to him.

But Michael's discomfort quickly faded as Randy gave him a tour of his sport memorabilia collection. They were both Mets and Jets fans, and soon they were acting like old friends as they talked about their favorite players and games. Randy pulled out 100 year old scotch from his private collection and poured two glasses, handing one to Michael. They laughed and talked, and Michael enjoyed himself more and more, finding Randy easy to like.

"I've season tickets to the Jets, six rows up on the 50 yard line. You and Jen should come with me next Sunday."

"You're kidding, to the Jets Patriots game? We'd love to!"

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Jen was so upset with her husband. Why hadn't he asked her before agreeing to go to the football game with Randy? She still felt uncomfortable around Randy, and she didn't want to spend an entire afternoon with him.

Jen was frustrated, too. Sexily frustrated. The last 2 times they had sex, he couldn't stay hard. He was able to cum, but with his penis only half hard while inside her, their sex didn't satisfy her at all. Didn't Michael find her desirable anymore? They hadn't played their game since that terrible evening with Dick and Mona. Was that it? Could Michael only get excited when they played the game?

Sunday morning came, and Jen stepped out of the shower and went into the bedroom, planning to dress casually in jeans and a sweater. When she got to the bedroom she found Michael laying out an outfit.

She picked up the mini-skirt Michael had selected. "Michael, I'm not wearing this. It's too short. Remember, you said this was just a football game. We're not playing the game today. Anyway, it's too chilly for a skirt this short."

Michael grinned. "I know, that's why I laid out these tights. They'll keep you warm. And it's a wool skirt. Besides, you'll be wearing a coat."

Jen felt the cashmere sweater Michael had picked out. It was silkier and more form fitting than the one she had in mind. Michael had also laid out a lacy push up bra and a matching silk thong. She shook her head. "Michael, I don't want to play the game today. You said it was just a football game."

"Jen, why not?" Michael asked, disappointed. "What's the harm? Listen, Randy's invited us to a pre-game party in one of the suites. We can play the game with guys there. You don't have to flirt with Randy, you can ignore him if you want. Besides, I'll be next to you the entire game, he won't be able to do anything but look."

Jen sighed. "Michael ..." She was frustrated, but she knew Michael wouldn't let up. With a shrug, she put on the clothes Michael wanted. "Maybe sex will be better tonight if we play a little," Jen thought, consoling herself.

"Wow, you look great," Michael admired as his wife entered their family room. Jen's clingy, off-white cashmere sweater hugged her small breasts. It was so sheer it clearly revealed the outline of her bra. Her short plaid skirt wonderfully showed off her long shapely legs. Jen's off-white cotton tights and low heeled, ankle-strap Mary Janes gave her an enticing school-girl look.

At the pre-game party, Jen mingled while Michael chatted with Randy. In no time she was surrounded by a group of single guys. With the beer and alcohol flowing freely, the guys became bolder and bolder. Jen flirted a little, and she allowed some touching. She stole a few glances at her husband, and was pleased to see he was watching with a big smile on his face. Randy was watching too, which made Jen shiver.

"Jen is truly beautiful," Randy said to Michael as they watched her surrounded by the single guys. "You're really lucky to have her."

"Thanks, I know," Michael said almost absentmindedly, without taking his eyes off his wife. He seemed to have forgotten that Randy was there.

Randy studied Michael, whose attention was focused clearly on his wife and the guys around her. Instead of being jealous or angry, Michael seemed to be enjoying the attention Jen was getting from the single guys.

"You like watching Jen, don't you?"

Michael's attention was suddenly drawn back to Randy. "What?"

Randy smiled. "I said, I think you like it when Jen flirts with other guys."

"Er, no, no I don't," Michael lied. "I mean, it's not a matter of liking or disliking it. I'm just not the jealous type."

"It's okay, Michael, you don't need to get defensive," Randy said, still smiling. "Someday I'll get married, and when I do, I hope my wife flirts with other guys, just like Jen. I mean, it's hot, right?"

"Well ... yeah, it is," Michael admitted cautiously.

Michael was happy when the game started. He hadn't planned on such a frank talk with Randy. Still, Randy was understanding, and didn't try to take advantage of the situation. Michael found himself liking Randy even more.

Jen was anxious as they went to their seats. Randy had seen her flirting with all those guys. Would he try to throw it into her face? But Randy never mentioned it. In fact, he was pleasant the entire afternoon, even fun to be with. What was up?