Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 15

Michael fell into his bed. He felt sick as he remembered the way his wife moaned and writhed under Randy as he fucked her with his monster cock.

"She'll never be satisfied with me again," he admitted to himself. "I'll never be able to make her cum, the way Randy can."

But as Michael remembered what he had seen and heard, he got hard again.

"Give it to me," he remembered his wife begging Randy. "Fuck me!"

Michael wrapped his hand around his cock and masturbated, the images of Randy between his wife's open legs playing through his mind. He stroked his cock faster as he remembered how Jen had run her fingers along the ripples in Randy's muscular arms and chest, how she had dug her nails into his back and wrapped her long shapely legs around his waist, how her stockinged toes had curled as she came on Randy's long thick cock.

Michael quickly came again, but then he immediately felt disgusted with himself. Exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

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Michael slowly woke as a soft hand gently nudged him, and a soft cheek pressed against his. "Wake up sleepyhead," he heard in his ear, and he turned to see his wife snuggled against him in bed. He looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. He must have fallen asleep for three hours. Had they been fucking for that long?

"Where's Randy?"

"He's asleep in the guest room," Jen said, snuggling closer in her husband's arms. Then Jen kissed Michael, and climbed on top of him. Michael began to stiffen as he felt Jen's silky nylons brush against his skin.

Jen reached between them and caressed her husband's cock and balls. When he was hard, she guided him into her pussy. With her pussy stretched by Randy's much larger cock, Michael entered her easily.

"You're so wet," Michael noticed immediately. "You let him cum inside you?"

Jen nodded. "The condoms we bought weren't large enough." Jen looked alarmed. "You're not mad, are you?"

Michael felt a mixture of hurt and excitement. "I guess I thought you'd make him pull out."

"He ... he doesn't like pulling out," she said hesitantly. "It's my safe time of the month," she quickly added.

Michael felt the excitement build inside him. "Well, I guess it's okay."

Relieved, Jen began to move up and down on her husband's cock. She ran her nails along his chest, knowing how he liked to be touched.

Jen felt so loose and wet. But even though Michael could barely feel anything, knowing that Randy had just fucked her, had cum inside her, make him dizzy with excitement.

But then, suddenly, Michael's cock softened, and soon he was so limp he felt out of Jen's pussy. "I shouldn't have beat off so much," he silently cursed himself.

Embarrassed, he said, "I guess I'm tired."

Jen kissed him. "That's alright, it's been a long day. Let's go to sleep."

Michael wrapped his arms around his wife, and they fell asleep.

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Michael woke with a start. He looked at the clock. It was 3:30am. He felt for Jen in the bed, but she wasn't there.

With a mixture of dread and anticipation, Michael walked to the guest bedroom. The door was open, and he looked inside.

Jen was on top of Randy, fucking him. She was in the same position with Randy as she had been with Michael just two hours before, but Michael suspected that Randy wouldn't go soft, as he had done.

Michael wondered how long they had been fucking. Had Jen waited until he fell asleep, and then immediately returned to Randy's bed? Had she become addicted to Randy's big cock?

Jen still wore her garter belt, but the stockings had become detached and were now loosely around her calves and ankles. She fucked Randy slowly and steadily, pulling up until he was almost out of her, and then pushing down until he was completely inside. It wasn't the frantic fucking like before, but the slow and deliberate fucking of familiar lovers, the kind of fucking that feeds the heart as much as the body.

Michael felt a mixture of jealousy and arousal as he watched them. Their movements were so intimate ... Randy fondling Jen's breasts, Jen caressing Randy's muscular chest, the two of them kissing and twirling their tongues. They didn't speak, but the room was full of their soft sounds of arousal.

This wasn't just sex. It wasn't fucking.

It was making love.

A part of him wanted to pull Jen away and take her back to his bed. But even as his jealousy increased, his excitement grew so much that he felt lightheaded. Somehow, his jealousy feed into and increased his sexual excitement.

He went back to his bedroom and fell into the bed, feeling a mixture of regret, sadness, and excitement. His cock was hard. He masturbated to the image of Jen fucking Randy and quickly came. Then he fell into a restless sleep.

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Michael awoke with the sun shining in his eyes. The clock said 8:00am. He looked for Jen, but she wasn't there. He wondered if his wife had spent the entire evening in Randy's bed.

Michael found his wife in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"Where's Randy?"

Jen turned, startled. "God, you scared me! Randy left a few minutes ago."

Michael saw two dishes on the table. "You already ate with Randy?"

"Um ... yeah ... I was going to wake you, but you were sleeping so soundly. Your breakfast is warming in the oven."

"Maybe later," Michael said, not trying to hide his anger. It bothered him that Jen had made Randy breakfast, and ate with him, without bothering to wake him up. "I think I'll take a shower," he said, his unhappiness apparent on his face.

Michael entered the shower and let the hot water wash over him. A few minutes later the curtains parted, and Jen joined him. Without saying a word, Jen got on her knees and went down on her husband. Despite being upset, his body was still excited by the events of the night before. With images of Randy and Jen fucking running through his mind, Michael quickly came in his wife's mouth.

"You seem upset," Jen said later as they snuggled in bed. "Are you mad about last night?"

"I'm not sure how I feel," Michael said honestly. His anger was gone, replaced by uncertainty and mixed feelings. "Last night was incredible. I've never been so excited, watching you with another man. I think I came three times, playing with myself as I watched Randy fuck you."

"But ... it made me jealous, too, watching how you responded to him. I guess I wasn't as prepared for it as I thought. Did you ... did you sleep with him last night?"

Jen nodded, looking guilty. "After we fell asleep, Randy came in and woke me up. We went back to the guest room. We, um ... we had sex again. Then I guess I fell asleep. I wasn't planning to sleep with him, but I guess I was tired."

She looked quizzically at her husband. "Does that upset you, that I slept with Randy? I mean, after having sex with him, I guess I don't understand how sleeping with him matters."

"I guess I don't know either," Michael said, shrugging. "Somehow, sleeping with him is more intimate than having sex with him. I know that sounds crazy, but it's how I feel."

"So ... what do you want to do now? Are you saying you want to stop playing the game?"

"No," Michael said quickly. "I love watching you with other men. It's such a turn-on. And I know you like the variety. But you were right. We shouldn't play with the same guy. I didn't think it would bother me, but it does. I think we should play with different guys, like before. So I don't want you to see Randy anymore."

"Well ... okay," Jen said somewhat reluctantly.

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Three weeks later, Michael and Jen were in the Acela, riding the train to Pennsylvania. But they weren't traveling together.

Jen looked nervous as she sat in the lounge car, sipping white wine. She wore a classic black dress that buttoned in the front. The top three buttons were undone, revealing a hint of her lacy black demi-bra. The dress ended above Jen's knees and the bottom four buttons were also undone, so her dress parted high up her thighs when she crossed her stocking-clad legs.

Michael watched from across the car as a well dressed man approached his wife. He was 30-something and broad shouldered, and looked like a lawyer or broker. (Jen later told Michael the man's name was Jason).

Michael smiled encouragingly when his wife nervously glanced his way. Then Michael watched as Jen flirted with Jason. Playing her role well, she twirled her blonde hair, played with the buttons on her dress, smoothed her stockings, and dangled her heels from her toe. As they spoke, they touched each other. Jen's touching was less than Jason's, but her subtle touching encouraged him, and he became bolder and bolder. His hands were on her legs, caressing her knee, then moving up her silky thighs until momentarily disappearing under her dress.

After twenty minutes of flirting and three rounds of drinks, Jason rose and whispered into Jen's ear. Michael watched as Jen hesitated, and then nodded. She took Jason's offered hand and slid off the stool, inadvertently causing her dress to ride up and momentarily flash her lacy stocking tops.

Jason took Jen's hand and led her to the back of the car. Jen was unsteady in her high heels after all the drinks. But the drinks helped soothe the butterflies in her stomach. Still, she followed Jason nervously, hoping they would go unnoticed, but the lounge car was too small for that, and Jen's beauty and flirtation with Jason had drawn the attention of every male in the car. Jason went into the bathroom. Jen saw the eyes on her, and knew she couldn't follow Jason without being noticed. Then she glanced at Michael, and saw the intensity in his eyes. "Go in with him," she heard her husband silently urge. Red faced and ashamed, Jen quickly followed Jason into the bathroom.

Jason locked the door and roughly pushed Jen against the wall. The charming man from the lounge was gone, replaced by an aggressive well-hung stud interested in only one thing. Jason had noticed Jen's wedding ring. This wasn't the first time he had picked up a married woman on his weekly business trips between New York and Philly. He loved fucking married woman, and knew exactly what Jen wanted.

Jason pushed his tongue down Jen's throat, at the same time undoing the buttons to her dress. Soon Jen's dress lay at her feet, leaving her in just her demi-bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, as well as her high heels.

Jason groped Jen's tits. He pushed up her bra and roughly fondled her naked breasts and rubbed her nipples. "Oh god," Jen moaned, her body responding to Jason's rough fondling. Jason smiled. "You like it rough, is that it?" Jason said as he pinched Jen's erect nipples.

"Is this what you want?" he asked as he crudely pressed his hard-on against Jen's flat stomach. "Your husband not giving you enough?"

Jason turned Jen around so her naked tits pressed against the wall. "Uhhh," Jen grunted as Jason ripped off her panties.

Jason unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He rubbed his hard cock between Jen's shapely cheeks, pressing against her clit.

"Ohhhhh," Jen moaned.

"Is this what you want bitch? You need this big cock? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeeees," Jen moaned. "Please, fuck me."

That was all Jason needed to hear. He positioned his cock at Jen's pussy lips, and then with one powerful upward thrust, he pushed himself into Jen's married pussy.

"Oh god," Jen moaned. Jason wasn't as big as Randy, but he was big enough, and hard enough.

Jason explored Jen's tight body as he fucked her with his hard cock. He cupped and fondled her firm tits, ran his hands over her flat stomach, and traced his fingers along her garter belt and lacy stocking tops. Jason got harder as he fondled Jen's tight, 25 year old body. "God you're fucking hot!" Jason marveled as he rammed Jen with his cock.

Jason turned Jen around because he wanted to look into her pretty face as he fucked her. "Your tight pussy feels good around my cock!" he hissed as he pounded her.

Jen wrapped a shapely leg around Jason, pulling him closer, urging more of his cock inside her. "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged. Jason wasn't as long or thick as Randy, but he was big enough. His hard cock felt so good inside her, and she was even more aroused by the naughtiness of fucking him just a few feet from a roomful of people. Within moments her body convulsed as she came on Jason's cock, the intense orgasm shooting shockwaves of pleasure through her young married body.

Seeing Jen's beautiful face shudder with orgasm pushed Jason to the edge of his own orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he growled.

Still basking in the warmth of her own orgasm, Jen became alarmed, realizing she hadn't made Jason use a condom. "Don't cum inside me!" she pleaded. "I'm not on the pill!"

"Fuck!" Jason growled disappointedly. He pulled out and pushed Jen to her knees. "Then suck me off bitch and swallow my load!"

Jen opened her mouth, realizing she had no other choice. She braced herself, but still almost gagged as Jason pushed half his cock into her mouth. Jen struggled briefly as Jason forced more of his shaft down her throat, but Jen knew it was either in her pussy, on her face, or down her throat, and of the three, the last option was the best one. Jen relaxed and tried to adjust to Jason's size. He wasn't as big as Randy, but then Randy never tried to get all his cock down her throat.

Jen felt Jason clutch her hair as he fucked her face. With each thrust into her mouth, Jason pushed Jen along the rough tile floor. Jen could feel her stockings ripping at her knees.

Jason looked down at Jen as he fucked her pretty face, impressed she was able to swallow most of his long thick shaft. Not many girls had been able to do that. Jason wanted to prolong the experience. Jen was movie-star beautiful, and it was hard to hold off as his thick shaft went in and out of her soft mouth, between her full pouty lips. But finally he couldn't hold off any longer. Jason's body convulsed as his cock twitched in Jen's mouth, and then he shot enormous amounts of spunk down the young wife's throat.

Jason pulled Jen to her feet. She looked enticing in just her garter belt, stockings and heels, and he couldn't help reaching out and fondling her small, perky tits. He wished he had more time to fuck her again, but they were pulling into 30th Street Station and his wife would be waiting for him. Jason eased his cock back into his pants, fixed his tie and jacket, and then left the bathroom.

Jen staggered to the sink. She fixed her hair and makeup, and pulled her bra down over her breasts. After putting on her dress, she picked up her torn panties and threw them away. With another glance at the mirror, she steeled herself, and walked out of the bathroom.

She wasn't surprised everyone turned to look at her. They had all seen her go into the bathroom with Jason, and although she had fixed her makeup and hair, she knew she had that freshly-fucked look, and her stockings were terribly laddered around her knees.

Jen's cheeks redden in humiliation as she heard the snickering and saw the finger pointing. She saw Michael in the background. He smiled approvingly, but his support didn't ease her embarrassment and humiliation. She wanted to find a place to hide. But she couldn't leave the car because they were pulling into Philly, so she had to stand there and pretend not to notice the lecherous eyes of all the men, and the jeers and snickering of all the women.

Later, in their hotel, Jen cried as Michael held her. "I feel like a cheap slut," she sobbed.

"No, no," Michael said soothingly. "You're not a slut. You're my beautiful wife, and you make all my fantasies come true."

Jen couldn't deny how good the sex with Jason had been. He had made her cum, and because of his size and the naughtiness of the situation, it had been a great orgasm. But despite her husband's assurances, she felt like a slut.

She thought of Randy. A part of her missed him. He could have satisfied her without making her feel like a slut, without embarrassing and humiliating her.