Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 14

"Are you almost ready?" Michael asked.

"Almost," Jen said. "Can you zip me?" She turned so her back faced her husband.

Michael immediately noticed his wife wasn't wearing a bra. "You're going braless?"

"Uh ... yeah," Jen said hesitantly. "Randy asked me too." She looked over her shoulder. "Is that okay?"

Michael felt himself grow hard. "Sure, of course," he quickly said, and zipped up her dress.

Jen turned and gripped her husband's hands. "Michael, are you sure about this?"

"What do you mean?" Michael asked. "About going out with Randy tonight?"

Jen shook her head, tossing her soft blonde hair from side to side. "Not just about tonight ... about everything. About me dating Randy. I'm not sure it's good for us."

"Of course it's good for us," Michael insisted. He grinned mischievously. "You enjoy sex with Randy, right? And our sex is better than ever."

"Michael, I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about us, our marriage. If I keep dating Randy, and we keep having sex ... I'm afraid I might develop feelings for him."

Michael suddenly understood his wife's concerns. He took her head in his hands, and kissed her. "Honey, don't worry about that," he said reassuringly. "Of course you'll develop feelings for Randy. That's natural, and perfectly okay."

Jen's eyes grew wide in disbelief. "How can you say that? What will happen to us, if I develop feelings for Randy? What if I fall in love with him?"

Michael shook his head. "Honey, our marriage is strong, we love each other. And you won't fall in love with Randy. It's a crush, that's all."

Michael kissed his wife. "Honey, stop worrying so much. Let's have fun with this. Randy isn't permanent. Eventually we'll move on to another guy. That's the swinging lifestyle."

Jen felt better as they taxied to the club. For the past week, since her date with Randy, she had grown more and more concerned over her growing feelings for Randy. Could she be falling in love with him? But Michael's words put her at ease. It was a crush, not love. Like the crushes she had in high school and college.

She thought of her growing feelings for Randy. How intimate they had been in bed. Not just during sex, but afterwards. How her heart flipped and her knees grew weak whenever she saw him. It was just a crush, she kept telling herself. Just a crush.

Michael held his wife's hands in the taxi. He felt the straps of her garter belt under her dress, and he heard the periodic rustle of her stockings against her dress. He was hard, even more so as he anticipated their plans for the evening. Dinner first with Randy, and then back to their apartment, where he'd finally get to see his wife fucked by another man.

After arriving at the club, Michael got out and held the door open for his wife. "You better take those off," he said as he tapped Jen's left hand.

"Oh, right," Jen said. Somewhat reluctantly, she took off her wedding and engagement rings and put them into her purse.

Randy was already there. He shook Michael's hand, and then took Jen into his arms, kissing her. Michael grew harder as he watched Randy passionately kiss his wife, not two feet in front of him. Randy put his arm around Jen's waist and lead them to their table. Tonight Jen was his date, and Michael was the willing third wheel.

Randy had reserved a secluded alcove with two low-standing contemporary loveseats. Michael sat in one, and Randy and Jen sat in the other. The loveseats stood so low that, as Jen sat, her dress hiked up her thighs, exposing most of her shapely legs. Every now and then, Michael saw a flash of her lacy stocking tops. God she looked so hot.

Randy's arm was around Jen, his hand caressing her bare shoulder. His other hand was on her leg. As they spoke, Randy caressed Jen's silky thigh, at times moving slightly under the hem of her dress.

Jen stiffened as Randy touched her. She felt uncomfortable with Randy's caresses, with her husband sitting directly across from them. But Michael didn't look upset. His eyes excitedly followed Randy's fingers as he caressed her thigh and moved under her dress. Seeing Michael didn't mind Randy's advances, Jen allowed herself to relax.

Michael's heart pounded. To see Randy fondle his wife so opening in front of him was incredibly thrilling. His ultimate fantasy was going to come true tonight. He was going to watch another man fuck his wife. Jen's reluctance was apparent, but that was part of the turn on. Still, her attraction to Randy was clear. She was guarded, but he saw the effects Randy's charisma and charm were having on her. She seemed taken by him. And Randy's fondling was turning her on. Her arousal was clear not just by her flushed cheeks, but also her hard nipples that poked through her silky dress.

As Randy caressed Jen, he looked directly into Michael's eyes. He loved this. Seducing a young wife in front of her husband. There was nothing better. He told Jen to go braless because he wanted Michael to see the effect he had on her. He wanted Michael to see as his pretty wife's nipples grew harder and harder. The funny thing was, Randy actually liked Michael. But that wasn't going to stop him from taking Michael's wife away from him.

Randy was hard. When the young pretty waitress approached to take their order, Randy purposely spread his legs. Randy's hard cock was clearly outlined in his pants, a thick python running halfway down his muscular thighs. The waitress's eyes grew wide and she couldn't take her eyes off Randy's crotch. Jen looked down and almost shivered at the erotic sight, her nipples growing even harder and straining against the thin material of her dress.

Michael looked where the girls were looking, and was amazed at Randy's size. He was hard too, but his erect cock barely dented his trousers. He suddenly grew self-conscious, and adjusted the napkin on his lap, not wanting the girls to compare him to Randy.

"Can I ... um ... can I get you something?" the leggy waitress asked, not able to tear her eyes away from Randy's crotch. Jen took a dislike to the waitress, not liking how she stared at Randy.

Randy sensed Jen's annoyance, and smiled smugly. "I think we've decided to have a drink at home," he said, handling the waitress a hundred dollar bill as a tip. He stood and helped Jen to her feet.

When they arrived at Michael and Jen's apartment, Randy pulled Michael aside. "Buddy, give us a few minutes alone. Jen's nervous about you watching, so it'll help if you let me warm her up."

Michael agreed, and Randy led Jen to the guest bedroom. As they walked down the hallway, Jen looked back, and for a moment the married couple's eyes locked together. Looking into his wife's beautiful, innocent eyes, Michael had the urge to shout "Stop! This has gone far enough!"

But then Jen followed Randy into the bedroom, and Michael's unspoken words were left hanging in the air.

Michael walked down the hall and pressed his ear against the door. He heard talking but couldn't make out the words through the thick door. But soon he began to hear moans, and they were clearly his wife's. He looked at his watch. They had been in the bedroom for 15 minutes. Michael decided that was enough time alone. He slowly opened the door, being as quiet as possible.

Before him was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Jen was on her back, naked except for her garter belt, black stockings and high heels. Her black dress and lacy panties lay on the floor. Randy was completely nude and between Jen's legs. He was fucking her.

Michael walked in a few feet so he could see everything. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, and began stroking himself. He remembered the camcorder he had set up earlier, and pressed the record button.

Jen was moaning continuously. Randy pistoned back and forth into Jen's pussy, each stroke incredibly long, each powerful thrust pushing Jen against the headboard. Jen's stockinged legs were wrapped tightly around Randy's waist, the stilettos of her high heels biting into his hard ass.

Randy looked up and saw Michael watching. He inwardly grinned. He loved showing husbands what a real man could give their wives.

By now Randy knew all of Jen's erogenous zones, and he had the tools and technique to stimulate all of them. He knew how she liked to have her breasts fondled and her nipples rubbed, how she liked to have hot breath and a wet tongue in her ear, how she liked to have a gentle caress inside her crack and a light tickle around her sensitive asshole. He knew how to rub her clit just so to ignite and prolong her orgasm, and he knew how to stimulate her g-spot to spark so much orgasmic pleasure shooting through her body to almost make her pass out.

Randy repositioned himself between Jen's open legs, wanting his cockhead to rub against her g-spot. At the same time he inched up Jen's body and pressed down, pushing his thick rod against Jen's clit. Randy fucked Jen slowly but intensely. On each inward thrust he pressed against Jen's g-spot and clit. Then he rotated his hips to simultaneously grind against the young wife's g-spot and clit.

Jen had never felt anything so good, to have her two most sensitive erogenous zones stimulated at the same time by a massive hard cock that filled her up so completely. Jen gripped Randy's muscular arms, ran her nails down his sculpted chest, feeling the rippling strength in Randy's powerful body. Being beneath such a man, having his powerful body between her stocking-clad legs, only heightened her excitement.

Jen felt her orgasm building, and when it came it felt glorious, waves of pleasure flooding through her body. But the pleasure didn't stop, and her orgasm didn't peak. As Randy relentlessly stimulated her clit and g-spot with his long, thick cock, he sent a never ending tidal wave of pleasure coursing through her tight body, each wave more pleasurable than the last. "Oh god, oh god, oh gawwwwd," she cried as she writhed under him.

Michael had never seen his wife this way. Clearly she was cumming, but her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She dug her manicured nails so hard into Randy's back she was practically drawing blood. Her heels had fallen off, and he had never seen her toes curled so intensely. Her moans were continuous and like a low guttural wail.

Finally Jen's moans subsided and her body relaxed. She collapsed into the bed, her chest heaving, her breathing fast. Jen's face was a picture of complete, post-orgasmic bliss.

Randy pulled out and turned Jen over, intending to take her doggy style. In that moment, Michael saw Randy's cock for the first time, and his eyes grew wide in shock. He had never seen anything so long and thick, even in porno movies. The cockhead was huge and large veins ran up the long, thick rod. Michael couldn't believe his petite wife could take something so big.

Then Michael and Randy's eyes locked. Randy's eyes went down to Michael's cock, which he still clutched in his hand. Randy smirked, and Michael flushed in embarrassment. Randy grinned in an arrogant, triumphant way.

Michael's heart sank as reality hit him. He could never fuck his wife the way Randy could. Jen would never be sexually satisfied with him again.

Still looking at Michael, Randy said, "Jen, ready for more of my hard cock?"

Jen's face was buried in a pillow. She hadn't even realized Michael was there. It was as if she forgot he existed.

"Yeah," Jen said, still panting and trying to catch her breath. "Give it to me. Fuck me."

Despite his disheartenment, hearing his wife beg another man to fuck her was too much. Michael jerked and came.

Randy almost laughed as he watched Michael's cock shrivel into a limp worm. He tapped Jen's shapely ass with his hard cock, and then ran his cockhead along the straps of her garter belt, his pre-cum soiling the delicate, lacy material. Then, almost violently, he plunged his long, thick cock into her pussy.

Jen clenched her eyes close. "Oh gawwwd," she cried as Randy abruptly impaled her.

Randy fucked Jen hard and the lovers soon established a rhythm.

"You like fucking my big cock?" Randy asked, looking again at Michael.

"Oh god yeah," Jen panted. She reached between her legs and caressed Randy's balls. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave her. "Your big cock feels soooo good."

Not able to take any more, Michael turned and staggered from the room.