The Asian Intern & the Married Man Ch. 05

This story follows from chapter 1, 2, 3 & 4. It is recommended that you read those first. This is a story for those who enjoy the genre of cheating and betrayal. So if that is not you, find another story.

Looks like most people wanted me to not finish just yet, so I snuck another chapter in. Many of the ideas in this story were inspired by people sending me feedback. Thanks a lot!! Lots of sick fucks out there, like me! I hope more and more of us can make stories of this genre!

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"Oh Alisha!" Mark groaned as she rode him on his office chair.

"Oh Mark, that long white cock is where it belongs!" Alisha moaned.

The phone started to ring. Mark began to push it aside, but Alisha reached out to stop him.

"Answer it, it might be Joyce. I am expecting a call from her," Alisha said as she slowly but rhythmically moved up and down on Mark's thighs. His pants were around his ankles on the floor.

"I don't like it when she gets between you and me," Mark sighed.

"Don't worry Mark. Mmmmmm. I will never let anything get between my pussy and your cock! Now answer the phone," Alisha ordered.

"Hello, Mark speaking," Mark responded.

"Hi Mark, how's it going in the office?" Joyce asked cheerfully.

"Well ... things are getting a bit on top of me lately. But I am kind of enjoying keeping busy," Mark said while smiling up at Alisha.

"Good to hear! Hey I don't suppose Alisha is around is she. I have been meaning to ask her about a recipe she emailed me," Joyce asked.

At times Mark felt quite tired on the facade. He started to wish things were out in the open so that he didn't have to feel guilty all the time and hide.

"Well, actually she is right in the office with me," Mark said looking up and Alisha.

Alisha shot a surprised quizzical glance back. Mark responded with a shrug. Alisha shook her head disapprovingly. She didn't want to get caught.

"Oh great, could you pass the phone over to her?" Joyce asked.

"Hi Joyce! What can I do for you?" Alisha asked in an overly sweet voice.

This had been going on for the last few weeks. Joyce was in regular contact with Alisha often calling each other during office hours or exchanging emails. It had been just over two weeks since Alisha and Joyce met face to face for the first time. Alisha had been over at Mark's almost every second day since. Mark didn't really know what Alisha was up to, but enjoyed the way Alisha teased him right in front of Joyce. Mark also loved it how he could grab Alisha's ass as he walked casually past her while Joyce wasn't watching. Alisha and Mark continued there daring escapades right under Joyce's nose.

Joyce seemed to love having Alisha around. Little did Alisha or Mark know that Joyce was working up the courage to ask Alisha if she would be interested in having a threesome with them.

After another night of drinks at Mark's, Alisha found herself yet again sitting outside in the garden with Joyce. Alisha hoped that Joyce would finally pop the question.

"It sure is nice sitting out here," Alisha said while looking up at the stars masking her impatience at having to talk to Joyce.

"Yes it is. Alisha ... I have been meaning to ask you something..." Joyce began.

YES!! Alisha thought to herself.

"What Joyce. You know you can ask me anything, right?" Alisha replied sweetly.

"Well I have been thinking and the situation with Mark hasn't got any better. I have been thinking about your threesome suggestion and who I can ask ... and well... I thought you would be the perfect person to ask. I mean, you are a good friend of ours now and well ... I trust you. And I know you are not interested in men," Joyce said hurriedly.

"Oh I don't know Joyce. I am probably not the right person. I have never done anything like this before. To be completely honest, I don't think I have the confidence to do something like this," Alisha said doing her best to sound sincere.

"Oh listen Alisha. You honestly don't have to do anything. I thought you could just watch from outside the door. I thought even that would be a turn on for Mark," Joyce said hopefully.

This is what Alisha wanted to hear. But the request had to be written not verbal. She might need evidence that the threesome was Joyce's idea for when things get messy.

"Well, I'll tell you what, why don't you email me exactly what and when you are planning to do this and I'll think it over," Alisha said.

"Oh Alisha that would be wonderful," Joyce said.

"No promises!" Alisha reiterated.

"No promises," Joyce confirmed.

The next morning Alisha turned her PC on in the hope that the request had come. Bingo! An email from Joyce. Alisha replied straight away. She needed to express her reluctance.

"Dear Joyce, I am so very flattered that you have asked me to be a part of something special with you and Mark. The truth is, I feel very nervous about this. I am not a very confident girl..." the letter continued in a way that showed her reluctance but not outright refusal.

Alisha signed off the email and hit send. She then sat back on her chair and waited for her reply while pulling out her phone and swiping through photos of her and Mark in various sexual positions on their marital bed. She smiled while biting her lip. The familiar DING of a new email to her inbox interrupted her.

"Dear Alisha, it will be a new adventure for you. Like I said, you need only stand outside the door. You don't even have to look in if you don't want to..." the email went on.

Bingo! Alisha thought to herself. She replied feigning a reluctant acceptance of Joyce's proposal. It was happening! Alisha rushed into Mark's office excitedly explaining the whole thing to Mark, but not telling him it was her idea that she planted in Joyce's head. She then proceeded to get on her knees and take Mark's prized manhood in her mouth.

THREESOME ATTEMPT NUMBER 1

Alisha walked slowly up the stairs to the quiet moans of Joyce. Mark was barely audible. She could tell he was regretting every moment of this. Fortunately, Alisha had obtained some viagra for Mark to take to keep him hard. Alisha opened the door and peered in.

"Oh Mark...yes...yes,' Joyce moaned.

While staring at the dark figures in the bedroom making love, Alisha couldn't help but feel an intense jealousy. She knew she shouldn't, but the idea of her man inside another woman infuriated her. Alisha wasn't supposed to feel this. It was all part of the plan, but she couldn't help it. This bitch is fucking my man. That is supposed to be me in that bedroom, NOT her. Alisha's eyes narrowed while looking in. Then a smile came across her face. I know what will make me feel better, she thought to herself. Alisha's nasty idea started to make her face feel hot. The feeling soon spread downwards.

Alisha eventually made her way downstairs and collapsed on the downstairs sofa. The anger returned. She took a deep breath and reached for her bag. She withdrew her diary and opened it. She reached for her pen and started writing.

Moments later she heard the upstairs shower running. Then the heavy steps of Mark coming down the stairs. He was wearing boxers and nothing else. He had a feeling Alisha would be upset. She hadn't told him that she had planted the idea in Joyce's head. She had recommended to Joyce that she tell Mark it was her idea in order to make Joyce look adventurous.

Mark bent down to kiss Alisha as he suspected she might be upset. She had never made a secret of the fact she didn't like Mark's dick in another woman's pussy. Mark felt this was strange since he was married. The 'other woman' was Alisha, not Joyce. However, he knew better than to raise this point. Alisha was sensitive on this issue. This was the only time when she had let Mark have sex with his wife. He wondered why.

As Mark leaned in to kiss her, Alisha turned away while pushing him off.

"What's the matter? I thought this was ok with you?" Mark asked confused.

"I thought I would be ok too, but I am fucken not, ok?!!" Alisha said out aloud before bursting into tears.

"You are not making any sense Alisha," Mark said sighing.

"I had to watch you fuck that fucken bitch!" Alisha sobbed.

"Sweetie, calm down. If I had any idea this would have hurt you, I wouldn't have done it. You know that, right?" Mark said trying to sooth her.

"You mean that?" Alisha said still looking up with tears in her eyes.

"I mean it! If you want, I can fuck you right here on this sofa to prove it!" Mark said with a smile on his face.

"Ewww... your cock is not going near me after being in granny juice?" Alisha said with a smile returning to her face.

"Hey you're talking about my wife here and she is the same age as me. It's not her fault that I am not in love with her anymore. This whole thing is really wrong. You shouldn't even be here. Why are we doing this?" Mark said frustrated.

"It will all make sense in the end, Mark. You just have to trust me. I need to leave now," Alisha said while gathering up her things. Frustration returning to her voice.

"Alisha! What the fuck? Come back!" Mark pleaded.

"I will see you tomorrow at the office, Mark. And yes, I am hurt, and yes, you will be making it up to me!" Alisha said closing the door behind her.

The following day Mark waited for Alisha to visit him as she normally did, but she didn't come. Instead he received a text message from her asking him if she could finish work early for the day, which he agreed to. Why couldn't Alisha be a more balanced person he thought to himself. She was so fucken crazy. Mark could not make any sense of her intentions or thinking at all. He was having an affair with her. Surely this means she is the other woman. Mark started to think how there is always a trade off in life. The trade off for having a hot woman who loves sex is having to deal with erratic behaviour and batshit craziness. It is almost not worth it he thought. Almost... No, it's worth it. Alisha had shown him pleasure and excitement that Mark had never known. He began to feel very conflicted and confused. On the one hand, Alisha had this hard exterior, but on the other hand, last night she showed that she and a sensitive and fragile side also.

At the end of the working day, Mark packed his things and made his way home. The first time in probably months that he hadn't had sex for a whole day. Such a contrast to before he met Alisha when he was having sex once every few months.

Mark parked his car in the driveway and walked up the steps to his front door. He fumbled for his keys before opening the door.

"I'm home!" Mark yelled out.

The lights were off. He looked around and saw a figure on the sofa that turned to face him.

"Arghhhhhh!!" Mark yelled in shock. A green face with cucumbers on its eyes turned to face him.

"Hahaha! Mark, calm down it's me," Joyce said in laughter.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mark said still shocked.

"I am having a facial silly. It was all Alisha's idea," Joyce said in a cheerful voice.

"Holly crap, Joyce. You could have warned me. I could have had a heart attack," Mark responded.

"Some man you are Mark. I would hate so see what you would do if there was a real intruder. Besides, if I told you what we were doing, I wouldn't have got to hear you scream like a little girl!" Joyce laughed.

"Very funny! So is Alisha still here?" Mark asked hopefully.

"Yes, we have a great night planned. This facial is going to take a few hours apparently. It's an old family concoction in Alisha's family. Apparently it keeps them looking young well into their 50s. In the meantime, we are going to watch my favourite movie. Well, I say watch, but I won't be able to open my eyes of course. Apparently the ointment is really bad for your eyes. Alisha is just upstairs now checking out my wedding dress. She wanted to see it after looking at all our wedding photos. She should be down in a minute," Joyce said.

"I see ..." Mark said.

He looked around the dim room. Wedding photos lay scattered across the floor out of their folder. This wasn't like Joyce. Mark turned sideways to see a video camera on a tripod agains the corner of room. A red light was on. Mark approached it. It was recording. It was capturing a side on view of Joyce as well as the floor and the big screen tv in front of the sofa. What the fuck was Alisha up to? Mark realised it was probably not a good idea to question Joyce about the photos and the video camera. He looked down in front of the large screen tv. Alisha's laptop was plugged in to it.

"Why don't you help yourself to a drink in the kitchen Mark?" Joyce asked.

Mark started to make his way to the kitchen. Before reaching the entrance he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He stopped in his tracks and waited for Alisha to come down. He needed to know what the hell was going on, but realised he couldn't ask her in front of his wife. He stood by the kitchen entrance.

A white dress emerged from around the corner. Alisha stepped out and turned to face Mark. She stood in full view in front of him wearing Mark's wife's wedding dress! Mark stood aghast. In both hands Alisha held a bouquet of flowers as if she were walking down the aisle on her wedding day. She was now wearing generous amounts of make up which she never did when Joyce was around. She looked incredible. Mark was lost for words. The dress was very tight on Alisha's more curvier frame. Her breasts looked like they threatened to pop out at any moment and also spilled out the sides. Her waist and tummy seemed to have have no problem in the dress but there seemed to be a lot of stress on the hips. She looked up and smiled shyly. Mark took a deep breath. He was lost in the moment.

The moment was suddenly interrupted by a green faced Joyce sitting on the sofa behind Alisha's stunning figure.

"Is that you Alisha? Mark is just in the kitchen helping himself to a drink and some snacks. Would you be a dear and grab something for me to snack on while we watch the movie?" Joyce said looking in their direction but clueless to what Alisha was wearing.

"Sure, Joy, let me see if I can't find something tasty in there?" Alisha said smiling directly at Mark.

Mark waved her into the kitchen hurriedly. They walked around the corner when Mark grabbed her shoulders.

"What are you doing Alisha?!" Mark said in a loud whisper.

"I'm just having a little bit of fun, Mark," Alisha replied innocently.

"By wearing my wife's wedding dress?! This is nuts! If she were to open her eyes now she would lose the fucken plot!" Mark whispered.

"Let's hope so! How fun would that be to see?" Alisha giggled.

"This isn't funny Alisha! This sort of thing could destroy our lives if it got out," Mark said disapprovingly.

"Where is your sense of adventure Mark? Besides, I told you that you had to make it up to me. I felt like shit yesterday. Well now is the time to show me your commitment," Alisha responded.

"What have you got planned Alisha? I need to know!" Mark asked.

"Look Mark, have I ever disappointed you? It is all in my capable hands. There is no chance Joyce will be opening her eyes. I made sure she understood that part. Now just relax honey and leave everything to me," Alisha said while handing Mark a wine.

"... well I don't know what to say," Mark began before taking a big gulp of wine.

"Tell me how beautiful I look in this dress silly. Tell me how much better than your wife I am. Tell me it should have been me that you married. Tell me I am the woman of your dreams. Give me a reason to feel secure again after last night," Alisha looked up at him while putting her arms around his neck.

Mark put both hands on her small waist then reached further down to feel the amazing dimensions of her hips and ass. Her body felt so amazing pressed against him as if it belonged there. As if this was how all women were supposed to feel like. She smelled amazing obviously using a sweet smelling perfume. It was clear that she had gone to a lot of trouble tonight.

"Alisha, you look incredible. I was honestly lost for words. You are so much more beautiful and attractive than my wife. Yes, I wish it had been you I married and not her," Mark said while looking deeply into her eyes.

"Awwww, darling. Way to make a gal feel special! But how about my body baby? It doesn't seem to fit this dress very well. Look at the seams along my hips. It's starting to bust. And my tits feel like they are going to explode. Do you think her figure is better than mine?" Alisha asked looking up at him faking a concerned look. She knew very well that Mark much preferred her curvier frame. Every man does. She just wanted to hear it from him.

"Are you fucking kidding Alisha? You have a real woman's body. You are 10 times the woman that Joyce is. Joyce cannot compete with you in any way. And by the way, I want you wearing this dress if we ever get married," Mark said while spinning Alisha around and grabbing onto one of her ass cheeks before slapping it hard.

"Ohhh baby! Mmmmm. I love it when you say things like that. Reach up and see how wet you have made me!" Alisha said bending forward.

Mark lifted her dress over her hips then rubbed the thong covering her pussy. She wasn't lying. The thong was damp and moist. He moved the thong to one side then zipped his fly down.

"I need you now baby!" Mark said positioning his dick between Alisha's ass.

"No baby, not now. We have a movie to watch, remember? Let's not keep your bitch wife waiting," Alisha said pulling away and turning around. Her dress fell back down to the ground.

Mark was disappointed. He hadn't had sex with Alisha all day.

Alisha started looking in the pantry for something for Joyce to snack on during their movie night. She grabbed a pack chips then went to the fridge to find some dip. What she did next shocked Mark. She grabbed a big salad bowl then hiked her dress up revealing a white lacey thong that matched the wedding dress as well as the thigh band that Joyce used in the wedding. Clutching her dress with one hand, she then used a free finger from the other hand to move her thong to one side. Mark stood there in bewildered anticipation. She then let out a sigh of relief with a smile on her face as she pissed in the bowl.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Mark whispered out aloud.

"Making dip, silly! Haven't you ever tried my special dip before?" Alisha said winking at him.

Alisha poured some of piss down the sink leaving about half a cup. She then emptied some plain dip from the fridge into the bowl and mixed it in. She added some salt and pepper as well as squeezing some lemon over it.

"I think it needs one more thing..." she said thoughtfully.

She lifted the back of her dress up again and stuck her ass out so that it faced Mark. She moved the thong to one side again revealing her ass and pussy. She kept her gaze on Mark. She licked one finger before sliding her hand down behind her. She then swirled her finger around near her asshole, then plunged it in.

"Ahhhh ... fuck!" She moaned while dipping her finger in as deep as it would go then moving it in and out.

She made circular movements with her finger as if trying to get something out. She then removed a wet finger and put it right into the dip mixture. She used her bare finger to mix it in. She then went to the sink and washed her hands thoroughly.

"There, that should do it. Let's see how the bitch likes eating my piss and shit!" Joyce giggled while taking the bowl and chips in each hand and making her way back to the living room.

Mark placed his hands over his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. This was getting out of hand, but he knew he couldn't put a stop to something Alisha put in action. If he did, there would always be consequences. And he knew by now that he would find it very difficult to let go of the great sex they had together.