Cutting In

Justin and Me

Justin and I had worked together in accounts at a shitty law firm for two years. We started in the same week, so we'd travelled the journey together. To be honest, it wasn't really much of a journey, just a dead-end job doing clerical stuff for a bunch of fat-cat lawyers. Justin was my senior in age by a margin of twelve years or so, but he was employed on the same lowly level, so it was surprising that he stuck with it. I think he just wanted an easy job with no work stress, given that he had a demanding wife and a young family at home.

I guess we ticked the diversity box at work with our different backgrounds. Justin and Faye. One male, one female. One older, one younger. One single girl, one family man. One white guy and one foreigner, me being Asian.

My coworker was a really good guy and we worked well together but I discovered myself flirting for much of the time. We'd joke around a lot, and every now and then I'd drop an inappropriate line to gauge if he'd take my bait. I knew he was married, and I'm not an intentional homewrecker or anything, but I do like to have fun. Hey, I'll set the table and the guy can decide where he wants to dine.

At the desk in close confines all day long, I spent plenty of time in the proximity of Justin and whiled away time admiring his body. He definitely had a Dad bod, in that he was a dad and he also had a body. But seriously, his trim figure was evidence that he maintained his fitness, and I found it pleasing to spy on his physique through his casual work attire. His face was handsome and I concluded that I could definitely find myself hooking up with him, given the right opportunity. During boring work tasks I'd manufacture a fantasy where the office would empty out, leaving just the two of us behind. I'd lean forward over my desk and Justin would sneak behind me and casually lift my skirt. He'd pound the fuck out of me and I wouldn't care about the messy papers that would be strewn across my table. Of course, it never happened.

Justin was a clean-shaven, neat-and-tidy kind of guy with good personal hygiene and good office hygiene too. That's important when you work closely with someone, and clocking-in the same hours in the same office, we fell into regular habits. The one that I loved the most was our foot ritual. We had desks that faced each other with a fabric divider down the middle, that meant we couldn't see each other's faces unless we stood from our seats. Beneath the desk was this metal foot rail, or maybe it was just part of the structure that held the desks together.

Anyway, he would slip his shoes off and rest his feet on the metal bar while he worked and one day my bare foot accidentally brushed against his. That was it! Neither of us ever made a mention of it, but from that day onward it became one of the most sensual, intimate things that I looked forward to every single day.

He always wore socks, but I'd often wear sandals into the office and I'd slip them off at the desk. When we were doing the time-sheets and billing tasks each morning, I'd know exactly where his foot would be and I could even see it if I glanced down between my legs. I would extend my toes until they found his and then it was game on.

I'd use my sole, my heel and my toes to caress his feet, delivering a soft, delicate massage by gently sliding my foot around. We didn't speak for the duration, just clicking away on the keyboards, but the sexual tension was there, hanging in the air.

I've had plenty of guys tell me that my feet are really attractive, and to be honest it turned me on to push my chair back a little and watch as my feet played over Justin's. He would remain stationary while I trailed my red painted toenails back and forth across his black socks.

After a while, I'd imagine that his foot was actually his cock, and I'd place my feet either side of his. I'd turn my toes out, press my heels together and let the gap between my feet envelop the dorsum of his foot. I started sliding my feet back and forth along the soft cotton, pretending that the arches of my feet really represented the labia on my pussy, and I was sliding back and forth along his manhood. I never heard anything from Justin, except maybe his typing speed slowed down, but I could definitely feel the rhythm of my own breathing change, and I'm sure that a little moan escaped my lips from time to time.

My mind would always wander while I was caressing his feet, and I'd imagine lying naked with him, feeling his cock pressed against me. It used to make my pussy wet every single time, and I know that it used to make him hard. On more than one occasion, an in-house lawyer would visit during our ritual and they'd ask Justin for some computer help. Normally he'd jump at the opportunity to leave the desk, but during foot-time he'd say that he was busy on an urgent project and he'd come later. When finally he stood to help them out, he'd always adjust his pants, making his erection less conspicuous, but I knew that I'd done my job.

We never ever mentioned the foot ritual, which was funny because we did actually talk a lot. To be honest, I did most of the talking, and he did a lot of listening, but he was always engaged and I loved the attention that he paid to me.

Office Days

When we first started at work, I used to call Justin "Buddy" all the time as a term of endearment. It's a cute reference that shows that you're friends with someone without any additional connotations.

"Hey Buddy, do you have the Jones file?" "Good work Buddy." "How are you going today Buddy?" You know the style.

But with time I grew closer and fonder of Justin, especially when he did all sorts of nice things for me. Our special connection was really cemented when he unexpectedly brought a cake into work on my 28th birthday. I didn't even realize that I'd disclosed the date, and I'm sure I hadn't told him that carrot cakes were my favorite.

"Hey Buddy, how did you know?" I asked.

"I know lots of things about you Faye," he let on cryptically. I wondered if he'd stalked me on social media as much as I'd trawled his background.

"You didn't have to do that," I suggested, but secretly I loved my gift.

We shared the cake with the rest of the office and the big lawyer boss made a speech about how important the accounts department was. I looked across to Justin and caught him staring at me before he quickly turned away.

From that point forward, I started a sneaky transition in my name for him. Instead of calling him "Buddy", I started calling him "Daddy", but I'd only do it subtly and out of earshot of everyone else.

"Can you pass me the stapler please Daddy?"

I'd see a little suppressed smile cross his face and he'd reply nonchalantly. "Sure".

Another of our rituals was a short morning break after the initial priority tasks were completed. I had a small smoking habit, and it provided a great excuse for a mental health reset outside of the office. Everyone smokes back home, but I've managed to be much more restrained. My old friends all progressed to vapes, but I go for the other end of the spectrum, rolling my own smoke each day from a small pouch of my favorite tobacco. Justin would accompany me for the break every day, and he'd collect a latte on the way.

We would always sit on a bench and the time would fly by as we'd talk and chat. I used to spew my whole life story to him but he was more reserved. I knew he had a Latina wife called Loretta and together they had two young kids in elementary school. I knew that he'd never been to Asia so I could regale him with stories from back home, but he was more interested when I told him what was going on with my life locally.

I used to tell him about the dates that I'd go on, and he'd be fascinated in what I thought of the guys, and where we went and what we got up to. He started to inquire about what we did at the end of the date, if you know what I mean, but I was too shy to confess my deepest sexual encounters.

I turned the tables a couple of times and asked him about his home life with Loretta, but he was reluctant to really tell me much. I got the sense that he wished that there was more to their relationship, but I never got many details. His face would get a melancholy expression and I'd feel the urge to give him words of reassurance. Whenever I offered him compliments, I could tell that the bulge in his pants would grow, and that always gave me a thrill.

An Offer

I regularly asked Justin what he had planned for each weekend and he normally replied with the chores and errands that formed his life. To be honest, it always sounded pretty boring but I guess that's the way of family life when you've got a demanding wife and a mortgage and a couple of kids. If I was in his shoes, I would do a bit less mowing and a bit more sleeping-in and I'd take advantage of matrimonial benefits more often, if you get my drift.

One Wednesday during a morning break, he let slip that he owned a rental property in Stepswood. I had absolutely no idea he'd amassed wealth, even though Stepswood is a less well-off area in the outer suburbs. I couldn't conceive that I'd ever manage to buy a single property for myself, let alone two. My admiration for him grew even more.

He confessed that it was an investment property and he let it out through Airbnb as a partially furnished rental. It was between tenants, and he said that it gave him the opportunity to do some maintenance and painting.

"I'll come help you out," I offered.

"With what?"

"With the painting, of course. Young single girls - we don't have anything else to do with our time." He knew that was a lie because I'd confessed my dating experiences to him. "You wouldn't turn down the offer of free labor would you?"

He didn't reply, obviously mulling it over.

"Are you sure?" he asked eventually, and I felt my hopes rise. "I was planning to go on Friday. I have a flexi-day owing."

"Of course. There's nothing urgent due in the office on Friday. I'll flex off too." I mentally rifled through my office obligations to check that I could finalize them all during Thursday's hours.

There was another extended pause and I took a slow drag on my cigarette to remain cool.

"Okay," he finally replied. "That would be nice. Thanks." Justin delivered me a sincere smile.

I felt a rush of the feels through my body and I thought my heart was going to explode. After all this time dropping hints and trying to make something happen with Justin, I'd finally achieved some traction. He was a master at replying to every suggestion in a noncommittal way and putting things off so that nothing ever transpired. At times when I'd flirted and made subtle hints he'd always kicked the can down the road. I'm not sure if it meant that he couldn't partake because of his family responsibilities or if it was just a gentle way of letting me down but finally he had said "yes".

"You'll be a good painter," he predicted.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"You're young and full of energy. I've seen how you can focus at work. Plus, I've seen how well you paint your toenails."

I laughed in reply, but deep down I was excited that he paid me a compliment. I just knew that it was going to be fun to play hooky together.

Anticipation

The following day was hectic because I had a truckload of work to complete to ensure that there wouldn't be repercussions for shirking off on Friday. Even though office tasks were in my face all day long, I couldn't help but think about hanging out with Justin for a day.

Justin's presence at the adjacent desk triggered me to think about the fun that we would have on Friday as I led him down a path of seduction under the guise of painting the walls.

I was bubbling with excitement and I couldn't help dropping silly suggestive comments all day long that were stupid puns connected with painting.

"If I come on strong don't brush me off."

"You can't touch wet paint but if I was wet, I'd let you touch me."

"I'll help you dip your brush."

I knew they were lame, but they sent the right message in a friendly way, and Justin gave a polite little laugh and a cute smile every time.

Justin finished his tasks ahead of me, while I was still desperately trying to finalize a bundle of accounts receivable. At 5pm he wandered around from his desk and stood behind me, closer than usual.

"Thanks for the offer to help out tomorrow," he said. "I'll call in at your place at eight to pick you up if that's OK."

"Sure." I replied. "No problem. We make a good team in the office. I think we'll make a good team painting tomorrow. See you then."

Justin patted my shoulder, slung his rucksack over his back and left the office. My mind wandered momentarily while I had a break in concentration. I wondered dreamily about where all this might lead. We'd spend a day together at his house and it was a given that we'd have sex at some point during the day. He'd like it and want more. Maybe I'd become his mistress. Maybe he'd even set me up in the place at Stepswood, and I could exit the shitty share-house that I was trapped in. I knew he didn't have the financial backing to be a real sugar daddy, but I longed for an intimate connection with Justin himself, not his material offerings.

I turned back to the paperwork, hardly able to focus at all, given the emotions and excitement swirling around in my mind.

When I was back at home after work, I realized that I had limited time to prepare for the excursion with Justin, and getting the right outfit was going to be important. He said to wear old painting clothes that could get dirty. That didn't fit with my plans to look as attractive as possible, so I decided to conceal my most provocative, sexy underwear beneath an oversized painting shirt. I tossed up whether I should wear tights or shorts, but after testing out the giant shirt, I concluded that I didn't need either.

I bought the lingerie set some time ago when I was preparing for a hot date with a banking executive and I needed to dress to impress. The set was really suave with sheer lace and a nice fit that showed off my best features - I think Asian girls look really hot in black lingerie. As it turned out, there was no spark and I didn't even end up going home with my date. I never suspected that I'd be using the same kit to seduce Justin on a future occasion.

I allocated as much time as I could to prepare my outfit and poses. I set up a kitchen chair in my bedroom, just beside my full length mirror and practised sitting in my outfit, just how I'd be positioned in his car. I worked out just how high I needed the hem of my shirt to ride up, and the perfect angle of my posture and just how much to part my legs to give the most tantalizing glimpse of my knickers. I checked that no stray hairs escaped the panties, but there were no concerns. I always keep my bush neatly trimmed, and I'd only just attended to my bikini line.

It made me so horny planning my exhibition, and I imagined Justin trying to subtly spy at my goodies while he was trying to drive. If I did my job right, he would be so turned on by the time we got to his paining job that it was going to make my seduction a cinch.

I packed a small bag with a change of underwear so that I could remain comfortable after the deed and I threw in a clean shirt. I also added my little buzzing friend. In the right company at just the right time it can set off an explosive coupling.

The choice of shoes raised an enormous dilemma. We were going to be working, at least for a short time at the start of the day, and that meant sneakers. But they really weren't a very sexy choice. But painting doesn't really present many workplace dangers, so I decided to wear flip-flops to show off my toes. The foot thing really got me going every day at work, so I thought it would be a good lead-in to any seduction.

A Long Drive

On the big painting day, I woke early with excitement and put in my contact lenses. The nerdy bespectacled Asian look might be fine for accounts work but it was not my preferred pathway to win a man's heart. I knew that I needed a good breakfast to get me through a day of physical work, but my nerves made it hard to eat. Instead, I focused on making sure my scanty lingerie was sitting just right, safely hidden beneath my baggy tee.

I never wore much makeup to work, and I didn't want to go over the top today, but if I was going give myself the best chance, then I needed to look irresistible. A little foundation to smooth things over. Some red to accentuate my lips and flesh them out a little. And then, to highlight my eyes, I used a little mascara and then I carefully applied some dark eyeliner with cute wings. I inspected my work and determined that Justin would find my eyes so alluring that he wouldn't be able to stop staring at me. Perfect.

I rehearsed my sitting posture on the chair by the mirror a few more times, and eventually it was time to collect my bag and wait out front.

I'm familiar with Justin's car because he's offered me a lift to and from work a few times when it's been raining heavily. He drove an old brown BMW, and there's not many like it left on the road. Right on 8am, I spied it turn the corner and I mentally rehearsed the sexy quip that I'd offer for a greeting.

When the car pulled up beside me, I naturally extended my arm to reach for the passenger door handle, but I got the shock of my life when the electric window lowered and a surly Latina woman faced me.

Fuck!

Justin's voice echoed from the interior, and I looked inside to see his head ducked down to view out the window.

"Hi Faye!" he called out. "You know my wife Loretta don't you? Loretta, this is Faye."

"Hello," she offered coldly.

"Hi," I replied in a meek way.

I hadn't suspected that she would be coming. It was a Friday so I thought she'd be at work or with the kids or something. To be honest, she hadn't even come into the equation. Her face exuded classic South American beauty, with jet black hair and hazel eyes, and her flawless, undecorated skin glowed a beautiful olive hue. Justin was hot, so it made complete sense that he would land such an attractive mate.

My first reaction was flight. I'd just run back inside and lock the door, but that would be weird, and who knows what it would be like when we returned to work next week. Then it crossed my mind to say I was feeling sick and I had just come down to say I wouldn't be able to make it. My painting shirt and ready-bag contradicted that one. I was trapped. Checkmate. There was no other option but to get in the car and follow along with whatever plans Justin had laid.

Until that moment, my whole body had been a bundle of nerves and my pussy had been tingling with excitement. The appearance of Justin's wife put paid to that feeling, and cunt dried up like a desert. My desire for him was still there, but now there was an insurmountable barrier between us.

With trepidation I opened the back door and slid inside the sedan. I shifted my position into the middle seat so that I'd be able to talk to both of them and fastened the lap belt. My exhibitionist plans for exposing my sexy underwear were put on hold, and I carefully wrapped my shirt tails under my butt and kept my legs closed tight.

I guess it was her right to take the prized front seat beside Justin, but it felt like I was being squeezed out. In the back seat, I was a second class citizen, like I was their naughty kid or something. Speaking of kids -

"Where are your kids today?" I asked naively, thinking that Loretta would have been at home looking after them.

"At school," replied Justin matter of fact.

"Where else do you think they'd be?" Loretta asked suspiciously.

"Makes sense," I replied. I thought that 8 am might have been too early for school, but I didn't want to antagonize things. I estimated we'd be locked together for about a half hour, and I wanted to remain cordial.

"Have you done much painting before?" Loretta asked coldly.

"A bit," I lied. What the fuck was this - an interview for the job? And who put her in charge?

"When was that?" she followed up.

"Oh, you know. I used to help my Dad with jobs around the house back home. Like painting and stuff."

"What sort of painting?" What the fuck was this? An inquisition? Was she insinuating that I had to be a professional painter to work on their fucking house for free?

"Walls. And things." Fuck. I wanted her to let the conversation go, but she didn't.

"Was it oil based or water based?" she asked.

What the fuck? I had no idea of the difference. The truth was I'd never painted a wall in my life, but I was too far down the rabbit hole to admit that now. For fuck's sake, I was a literature graduate, not a janitor. I took a guess.

"Oil based."

"I see," she replied, and I detected that she glanced across to Justin, searching for his reaction.

We fell into an uncomfortable silence and when I couldn't stand it any longer I kicked off the conversation again, hopefully a bit more conciliatory this time.

"Where are all the paints and things Justin?" I asked.

"It's all in the back of the car Faye. Drop sheets, brushes, paints. We've got everything, don't you think Loretta?" His hand reached out and squeezed her thigh, but she brushed his hand away.

"Probably," she said tersely before she switched the conversation completely. Loretta turned sideways in her seat and turned back to face me.

"Justin says you've been working together at the firm for a while."

"Yes," I replied. "For about two years now I think. Is that right Justin? The time just flies."

"When you're having fun, right?" Loretta completed the saying.

"Yeah. It's a good firm. I like working there. Justin is great to work with. He's very helpful." I needed to get out of this hole, so I tried to navigate new topics. "What do you do Loretta?"

"I look after two kids," she retorted immediately. "Do you think that's easy?"

Holy fuck. She was angry. I think it was not just a passing kind of grumpiness but a deep-seated burning resentment. Poor Justin. No wonder he was good at keeping his head down.

Latina women are famous for their emotional extremes and my mind turned to what their home life might be like. If this was the angry side of Loretta, maybe the passionate side would be equally intense. Momentarily I imagined her in the bedroom with Justin, madly making love with him but then I cast the thought from my mind.

Maybe she had the gene of Latina passion, but she probably didn't have the imagination of an Asian girl. I'd only dated one Mexican guy, and he tried incessantly to fuck me, but he was absolutely lame in bed and had no imagination whatsoever. Maybe it was overreach to extrapolate, but that was my experience. If I was alone with Justin right now, I'd verbalize some of those memories and he'd listen along intently, interested in all of my thoughts and stories. I sat in silence - there was no way that it was appropriate to raise in Loretta's presence.

"I think we should start the painting in the bedrooms and work back from there." Justin turned to a conversation topic that was totally inoffensive.

The bedrooms, where I had pinned my hopes on a chance with Justin today. I accepted that my opportunities had pretty much evaporated.

For the rest of the journey, Justin and Loretta had a stilted conversation about the painting job, and other various maintenance that they had planned on the property.

I joined the conversation by asking a question occasionally and as the mood of the car lightened somewhat as the journey progressed. Maybe Loretta was just getting used to my presence and possibly she concluded that I wasn't really a threat.

Mobilization

When we arrived, the rental property wasn't quite what I expected. I thought it was going to be a standalone house, but actually it was more like a townhouse, sharing the side walls with the neighbors' places. They all looked a little bit run-down and I wondered what the locals were like, but being a Friday, most of the properties looked closed up for the day and there was no-one around.

Justin parked the car directly out front and over the next while the three of us pitched in to carry all of the equipment and tools and paints into the house. There were already some ladders and things inside, and it was evident that Justin had done some preparation work on previous days.

All of the equipment created a large pile in the middle of the living room floor, paint cans on the bottom of the stack, brushes and tools strewn around the edge, neatly folded drop sheets on top of the cans and a pair of blue overalls draped across the very top. For a moment I wondered if someone brought the overgarments for me, but then Justin made it clear.

"There's your overalls Loretta. It's probably time to get into work-clothes now everyone." Justin pulled his shirt directly over his head and threw it onto the pile of drop sheets. "I'm ready."

Loretta looked his way and then rolled her eyes and went back to rifling through the tools in the pile.

"Did you forget your work-shirt?" I asked. I couldn't help my eyes wandering over his chest and down to his firm tummy.

"No. We're doing painting today. It'll only be acrylic paint, and if you get it on your skin you can either wash it off straight away or just peel it off when it dries. Much easier than trying to wash it out of clothes. Did you want to get changed?"

"No," I replied, feeling self-conscious about my clothing plans. "I was just going to wear this over-shirt."

When Justin asked if I'd like a tour of the place, I agreed and left my bag on the kitchen counter. Loretta stayed behind.

As he'd earlier intimated, the house was partially furnished. That meant that the living room had only one sofa and a TV cabinet, but no TV. There were two bedrooms, and there was a queen sized bed in one and two singles in the other. And that was it. An empty bathroom, no pictures on the walls, no decorations, and none of the things that make a property an actual home.

When we reached the main bedroom I faced Justin and expressed my confusion about the day in a hushed tone.

"I didn't know your wife would be coming today as well."

"Well that's what she wanted," he said as if it was out of his control, and it probably was.

"Did you tell her that you were going to bring me?"

"Yes. She often asks about you, and I couldn't just lie."

"Really? It sounded like she had no idea who I was."

"I think she knows that we work together."

"I think she hates me," I expressed sadly.

"No, she doesn't hate you. She's probably just a bit intimidated by you, that's all."

"What!" I exclaimed, adjusting to keep my voice down. I was aware that Loretta could potentially walk in through the door at any moment. "Her? Intimidated of me? What would make you say that?"

"You're an attractive girl Faye. Smart. Talented. She's probably just a bit jealous that I get to spend work days with a great person like you. Come on. It's going to be a fun day. Loretta will come around pretty quick and I'm sure you'll get along."

"I don't think so," I said, intentionally ambiguous about what I meant. I didn't want to get along with Loretta. I wanted to get along with Justin. The two of us. And I meant getting along like rabbits.

Together we returned to the main living area. Loretta had changed her outfit and wore the blue bib overalls with a tight-fitting tee underneath. The overalls hugged her figure, accentuating her curves and the bib only helped to frame her big tits which bulged at the fabric and strained the straps over her shoulders.

Justin picked up a drop-sheet and unexpectedly threw it my way. I fumbled the catch and it fell to the floor. Loretta laughed in a conceited way, probably confirming her suspicious about clumsy Asian girls.

"Why don't we get you started painting in the back bedroom Faye," Justin said, ignoring the insulting laugh. "Where would you like to start work Loretta?"

"Living room walls," she replied, her focus turning to the job already.

"Sounds like a plan," Justin responded. "You take the big can since you're doing the big areas. It's the warm white one. Don't get it mixed up with the ceiling flat - they look similar."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Loretta retorted.

"No, I'm just saying. And you take the big brush and the roller."

Justin dug around the brushes and tins. He chose a very specific brush and a smaller can of the warm white paint. "Faye, let's get you started in the back bedroom."

Cutting In

I followed Justin to the back room and he indicated the wall that I'd start with. He moved the stepladder aside while I spread a drop-sheet, then he re-positioned the ladder alongside the wall.

"How good are you at cutting in?"

Cutting in? What was he insinuating? I knew the term from my parent's background in ballroom dance, and it wasn't phrase of affection.

"Is that what I'm doing? Cutting in between you and Loretta?"

"No, no, that's not cutting in. I mean painting the edges."

"Huh?" I expressed in confusion.

"How much painting have you really done?" he asked with a smile.

I admitted that I'd never done any. I didn't mind telling Justin, but there was no way that would have shown any weakness in front of his wife. Justin explained that I'd be painting the boundary between the walls and the ceiling in neat straight lines. He showed me the special brush with the bristles cut at an angle.

"Step up and I'll walk you through it," he instructed, holding the ladder for me.

I climbed up to the third step on the ladder and Justin placed the small can of paint on the top step. I was musing if he could spy up my shirt to see the curve of my ass from his vantage at the bottom of the ladder, but then he too ascended, standing one rung down from me and pressing his body up against mine.

With the assistance of my additional rung, our faces were almost level with each other, and I could feel his breath softly flowing across my neck. His naked chest nudged against my shoulder blade and I could feel the warmth of his cock press gently against the crease under my buttock. This was more like it. This was the sort of day that I'd been dreaming about.

This was the first occasion in all our time together that there had been any real physical contact between the two of us. Sure, we had the regular foot thing, but can it really count as a shared experience if neither of us acknowledged it to the other?

When he released his grip from the ladder and placed his hand against my belly, I felt my pussy gush and my heart melt.

"When you're cutting in, you have to stand strong so that you don't get any wobbles in the brush stroke. Turn your core on." I activated my tummy and I could feel his fingers spread across the tensed muscles of my abdomen. He pressed the special paintbrush handle into my hand, and then his strong fist grabbed the outside of mine, so as to control my movements.

"Dip it in the paint like this. You don't want too much or too little." He controlled my movements and the brush gathered a glob of paint in the corner. "Now scrape one side only, like this." He swiped the brush against the edge of the can, moving deliberately and smoothly. "Now, we are going to cut in." He raised my arm high into the sky and slowly positioned the brush right in the corner between the wall and the ceiling.

"Big breath in," he said and I inhaled hard. I could feel my heart racing, and I really wanted to turn around and kiss him, but he controlled the moment. The brush sat accurately in the corner, and then he pressed it inward a little until the paint squeezed out through the hairs.

"Can you see that?" he asked. "That's the bead. That's the most important part of cutting in. You want to control the bead, because that's going to form the edge of your brushstroke."

"Uh huh."

"Now, breathe out slowly as we make the stroke." I could feel a soft breeze past my ear as his hand so steadily moved across the wall, leaving a perfectly straight line of color. He pressed on my tummy as I exhaled in tandem with him. "And when we come to the end of a breath, that's the end of the stroke."

"Wow!" I said, turning around, with his face only inches from mine. As I twisted, I felt his arm curl around my waist. "That's amazing. I had no idea there was all this science behind painting. Where did you learn all this?"

"Just from working with my Dad," he replied. "Probably a bit like the way you used to paint with your Dad back home." He laughed and I poked my tongue out lightheartedly to return his tease. Just like the office, he was good to work with, patiently explaining things and sharing his knowledge.

We went over the same segment, repeating the process. Core turned on. Breathe in. Breathe out with a smooth continuous stroke. I wondered why they didn't just choose the same color for both the ceilings and walls, removing the need for this laborious job, but like we say at work, that decision was above my pay grade.

I wanted our lesson to go on forever. I wanted to continue painting the wall with Justin's body against mine, his hand wandering across my torso. I wanted to feel his cock harden against my ass. I wanted his hand to wander under my shirt and feel up my tits. I wanted our interlude to descend into a day-long fuck.

"I'll leave you to it," said Justin and clambered back down the ladder. He stood below me with hands on hips looking at the short stroke that we'd completed. "It looks good," he complimented.

"Does this look good?" I replied, horny as hell and deciding to take a chance. I lifted the hem of my shirt and showed off my lingerie and bare ass cheeks. I kept the shirt lifted while his eyes roamed over my flesh. Then I punctuated my question with a tease. "Daddy."

"That looks very good," he replied, glancing towards the doorway in case someone was watching. "I'd like to see more of that," he smiled and I expected him to hang around for more, but his body language indicated otherwise. "I've got some hinges to fix right now, but I'll be back to check up. Just yell out if there's a problem." Then his gorgeous semi-naked body turned and left me alone to paint.

A Confrontation

I expected Justin to pop his head in from time to time but at least an hour went by and he hadn't made a single appearance. I knew that he was still around, because I could hear work happening at the other end of the apartment. From time to time I could hear the scratching noise from sandpaper, a hammer banging in nails and murmuring voices as Justin and Loretta talked about who the fuck knows what.

The cutting in monopolized my attention and I had no idea how much time had actually passed. I worked my way around the edges, following the pattern that Justin had taught me. I could only paint a couple of feet at a time before I'd have to descend the ladder, move it along and set up again. When I looked at the job I'd done, I think it was pretty good. The lines were nice and straight and there weren't any obvious mistakes. It was a blessing that I needed to concentrate hard to do a good job, because otherwise my thoughts would gravitate to Justin, wandering around shirtless, and I'd think of the things I'd like to do.

When he eventually came in, I was concentrating on a brushstroke and he gave me such a fright that I almost spilled the can of paint.

"I'm just popping out to get us all something to eat. It's time for a break. Can I get you anything special?" he asked.

"You," I said longingly.

"How about a juice and a muffin?" he followed up, completely ignoring my response.

"Sure."

I heard the car depart soon after, and only a few minutes after that, I'd finished all of the edges for the entire room. I descended the ladder and admired my work. I was good at this!

I took my brush and paint back into the living room, not sure of what I was meant to do with the equipment. Loretta had her back to me as she used a roller to apply paint to the walls in long flowing strokes.

"Should I wash out my brush now?" I asked her.

Now that it was just the two of us, without Justin around to impress, I thought that she might be a bit more receptive to me. I couldn't be more wrong.

"Why the fuck are you asking me?" she spat, turning to face me, lowering her roller into the tray and placing her hands on her hips in an aggressive stance. "Why don't you ask Justin? I'm sure you want to ask him all about it."

"He's not here."

"You bet your little Asian ass he's not here. He's gone to get me a snack. Because I am his fucking wife. And what are you? His stupid little co-worker nympho trying to come on strong to him?"

"No. I just thought I'd help a friend," I lied.

"Don't fucking pussyfoot around me with your stories. Tell me what's going on!"

I was always a chatterbox but I was dumbfounded for now. Pussyfoot. That was an unusual phrase. My mind turned to the way that I used to feel Justin's foot between my own feet and I recalled how I pretended my arches were a pussy rubbing his cock. Why would she use the word pussyfoot? Instantly my mind raced, wondering how much Justin had told her about us. Maybe he'd even confessed my thinly veiled offers for sex. Maybe she was angry because he'd confessed to her that he fantasized about me too.

"What are your true intentions Faye? What do you want with my husband? Do you want to fuck him?" She glared at me with an angry intensity. Her hazel eyes appeared to be burning with flecks of fire.

"What's wrong with that?" I blurted.

The confrontation that was inevitably going to happen today had finally arrived. It had been three hours since I'd gotten into that fateful car trip with the two of them, but when she started coming at me angrily it still felt like an ambush.

She stepped closer to me and snatched the paintbrush from my hand.

"Well he can't have you." Loretta did a head wobble and pointed to herself, with the index finger of her free hand getting lost in the fold between her buxom breasts. It made me feel a bit insecure with my own modest chest. "He only gets this pussy."

"You come into our life with your single girl moves." Loretta looked me up and down, pointing the paintbrush at me like an accusatory finger. "You show off this little body with these provocative tattoos." She grabbed my hand and pulled it forward, extending my arm to reveal my inkwork which spanned all the way from my wrist to my shoulder."

"Maybe we can cover some of these up if you're not trying to show off." Loretta started dabbing over my arm with the brush, putting blobs of white paint over my ink.

"Hey! Stop that!" I shouted. "It's not up to you. Stop trying to run your husband's life. Let him decide what he wants to do!"

"You little bitch. He can do what he wants. But there's a limit. He can do whatever he wants to you, but he cannot fuck your pussy."

"What?"

"I don't care what he does but he cannot have that fucking Asian pussy. He can do what he wants with the rest of you. No pussy. Only I can have his kids."

"Ewww. I don't want kids," I replied in disgust.

"That's what they always say at the start," she replied still waving the brush.

Wait, what? It sounded like there was a deeper thing going on here.

"What do you mean? Who says this?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," said Loretta. "And I don't want you to ask. Now fuck off your little Chinese cunt back to the other room." I wasn't even Chinese, but I didn't have the chance to respond.

She flicked the brush at me and paint sprayed from the end, with some drops flying into my eye and causing a painful burning sensation. I scrunched up both eyes and lowered the paint can to the ground, before turning toward the bathroom to wash out my eyes. I squinted as I made my way along the hallway, but needed to guide myself with the walls by virtue of the fact that I was practically blinded.

"Stop touching the wet paint you fucking bitch!" the insults flew from Loretta as I entered bathroom, locked the door, began to wash my eye out and found myself sobbing.

Bathroom Romance

I don't know much about paint chemicals, but I know they can't be good for you, and in my haste to flush my eyes, both of my contact lenses slipped out and washed away down the drain. It meant that my distance vision would become terribly blurred, but I maintained pretty reasonable acuity for seeing things up close.

Loretta didn't even bother to come to the door of the bathroom to check on me while I endured the pain of flushing water across my contaminated eyeball. All I heard was the hissing of the faucet.

My cosmetics streaked down my face and I looked like a grotesque clown. I tried my best to rub the mascara and eyeliner away, but the bathroom was sparse and there wasn't even much soap, let alone makeup cleanser. By the end of my efforts, my smeared makeup made me look like I had two black eyes.

Eventually, my eye returned to some degree of normality. I could see okay, but the skin around my eyelid was red and puffy, and dark stains of makeup were smeared around my eyes and down to my cheek. I shifted to washing the paint blobs off my arms and found that it washed away easily with warm water.

I didn't hear the car pull up, but I felt the thud of the heavy front door shudder through the walls, and I heard Justin's cheerful "Hello" as he came whistling into the building. The next sequence of noises appeared to be a subdued argument between Loretta and Justin, and I could only imagine that she was complaining about me and making some preemptive arguments to excuse her aggressive behavior. The mood of Justin's voice remained on the level, but I could hear Loretta's expressions rise in both tone and volume as the discussion went on. Towards the end, there were soothing tones, then it all went silent and soon after there was a knock at the bathroom door.

"Faye, are you OK?" Justin inquired.

I unlatched the lock and cracked the door ajar to peek out tentatively.

"Faye, I heard that you and Loretta had a thing. I'm really sorry about that, and she's sorry too. I've got us some snacks, so why don't you come out and we can smooth things over."

"No," I replied. I didn't sign up for this. I thought I'd be coming to do a half-assed attempt at painting and then have some mind-blowing sex with Justin, and an afternoon lounging naked in bed.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

I didn't see where this was all going, but I let Justin into the bathroom and he closed the door behind him.

"She picked a fight with you, right? Never mind. She fights with me all the time."

"Does she flick paint into your eye too?" I was tearing up, and I dabbed a towel onto my eye. I'm sure he didn't realize I was crying.

"I'm certain she didn't mean it. Hey, what would it take for the rest of the day to be a success in your books?"

Wow! Was he really asking that question wanting an honest answer, or did he just want me to say some shit to placate him and let us get to the end of this nightmare?

I avoided the question. "You've got your shirt back on."

"Yeah, I know. I had to look respectable when I went out to the shops."

"I respect you without the shirt." I sniffled. "I like it better. I like looking at you a lot."

Justin took off his shirt, revealing that hot body, with the wisps of hair on his chest and that cute outie belly-button.

"That's better," I said. There were flecks of paint spattered across his chest and shoulders. I stepped closer and used my nails to pick at them. It was true, that even when they had dried, the paint came off his skin easily. His hands landed on my waist and I could tell he was staring into my face but I focused on the paint spots on his torso.

"I see that you're still wearing your shirt too," Justin said.

It could have just been a joke, but I decided to make the move. He had been the one to open the offer by asking what would make the rest of the day a success.

I lifted my tee and let it drop to the floor, standing in front of him in my skimpy lingerie with sheer lace that put everything on display.

"Wow, that really is a sight," said Justin, inspecting my front, and then looking past me into the mirror, where he could see my back and ass on display.

"I would call that a total success," he whispered as his hands returned to my hips and we locked eyes.

"We haven't fully achieved success yet," I said, and craned my neck to summon a kiss. Justin's strong hand cradled my jaw, his pinkie finger curled under my chin and his forefinger traced toward my ear as his head tilted and our lips made contact.

An electric spark zapped through my body as soon as our lips touched. My mouth melted into his and our tongues met in gentle, probing touches. My eyes closed and my arms gathered around his neck to hold our embrace tight. Our bodies pressed together and I felt my erect nipples hard against his bare chest through the thin fabric.

I had lost myself in him, but the obvious problem remained a barrier and I pulled away momentarily.

"What about your wife?"

"It's OK," he placated.

"Won't this make her even madder? You being in here with me? And kissing." I was certain that there was no way that this was going to be OK.

"Listen, she's really sorry about how she behaved before and completely embarrassed about flying off the handle. This is not how we expected the day to go. She wants to be friends with you Faye. Honestly. Good friends. We've talked about it."

"Really?" I questioned skeptically. "And what do you want?"

"I want you Faye. I want us all to get along."

With that I melted once more and wrapped my arms tight around his chest, pressing my ear to his heart.

"Oh Daddy. I want you too."

Justin's strong arms wrapped around me and squeezed the air from my lungs. He lifted my chin and kissed me passionately once more. His arms collected me and he lifted me from clean from the ground and sat me back onto the bathroom counter. I parted my knees to let him step into my space and my lacy thong barely provided any separation between us as I felt his harsh shorts rubbing on my crotch. My legs automatically wrapped around his hips and my ankles crossed behind his back. He casually pawed at my camisole, and I raised my arms as he lifted it over my head and threw it to the corner. We kissed once more, and I delighted in the feeling of skin contact as our chests converged.

Justin's kisses strayed from my lips, and his mouth worked its way to my ear. His breath induced goosebumps over my whole body, and when he toyed with my earlobe I felt my pussy swell. His lips travelled further, with tiny kisses along my neck and he sucked gently on my collar bone. My humble tits had firmed, and my hard nipples poked out prominently as his hands wandered across my hips, my back and my breasts. His kissing continued downward until he drew my sensitive nipple into his mouth and I felt his tongue curling around the areola. I moaned deeply.

My arms cradled Justin's head and I pulled him in to me as he continued gently nuzzling my breasts. His hand wandered to my crotch and pulled the flimsy fabric to the side. His finger sat at the entrance to my pussy and slowly worked its way up and down my slit. I could feel my copious juices lubricate his actions, and I couldn't help wiggling my hips. It was killing me to feel him there, but not inside me. Every time I made a jerking movement to encourage his finger to enter, he'd simply move with me. I had grown so horny that the world outside the bathroom simply dissolved away, and I was desperate for Justin to take me then and there.

Justin slowed the tempo by standing tall once more and leaned down to kiss my lips. I pulled him tight into my body and felt his rough denim shorts grinding against me, but really, I wanted his flesh directly. I unraveled my legs and started to fumble at his shorts, and he took over and unbuckled the fly and let the pants fall to the floor.

I could see that his jocks remained on, but his cock was hard and straight and extended right out of the top of his underwear. So hot. There was a glistening trail of precum that leaked from the tip, and it sent a jolt of excitement through me that I'd turned him on so. I hastily pawed at his elastic waist band, pulling it down and cupping it below his balls so that his cock was fully freed. It was not the largest cock that I'd encountered, but it was probably the most beautiful. It had a gentle upward curve, a clean symmetrical look, perfect proportion, a lovely color and a smooth texture with subdued veins.

I had bathed in the scent of his sexual aura for years and now I yearned to taste him. If he was not ready to plunge that cock into my pussy yet, then I determined that I'd take it into my mouth instead.

I needed to taste him. I needed that cock. I pressed my palms to Justin's chest, pushed him back and slid my ass off the counter. I sunk to my knees and guided his hips to angle his body sideways. I pulled his jocks completely to the floor and let my mouth hover over the tip of his beautiful cock, drinking him in. I was so familiar with his scent from the years that we'd spent locked together in the office. My tongue extended and I touched the precum, drawing a bead of it back into my mouth. It tasted like him too, and I was desperate for more.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and let the head of his cock enter the cavity of my mouth as far as I dared, without my lips making contact. And then I remained motionless, testing which of us would break first.

Justin's hands delicately curled around the back of my head and his fingers twirled in my hair. He urged gently but deliberately to work his penis into my mouth, and I felt him enter me, filling my mouth, parting my lips, advancing along my tongue and I clasped the base of his shaft to keep his cock positioned in my mouth at the right angle. His rod had gently pressed only half way into my mouth, when I felt him slowly withdraw, but I clenched my lips around his glans to prevent his cock from departing completely.

I've had a piercing in my tongue for ages but not many people ask me about it. The truth is, I had the piercing done for moments like these, and I put the bulb to good effect, circling around and around the head of his cock. When I felt his slimy precum leaking and dripping onto the back of my tongue, I adjusted and used the bulb on the tip of his cock, softly teasing his tiny hole, and letting the ball slip in and out of his little slit. It made his cock spill yet more sticky fluids.

My pussy was itching, burning, and I let my finger toy with my cunt. I flicked my clit back and forth in harmony to the way that my tongue flicked across the tip of his cock. In situations like this I would love to use my wand on my pussy at the same time, but I had left my handbag in the other room, but there was no way that I was pausing proceedings.

When I began to fondle the soft skin of his balls, I detected his tumescence further expand in my mouth. I looked up to Justin's face, expecting him to be staring down at me, but instead his gaze tended sideways. I followed his line of sight, and our eyes locked, as he watched through the mirror, transfixed.

I continued sucking Justin's cock, letting myself fall into a rhythm of slurping on the way down and sucking on the way back up. With each stroke I let him enter just a little further into my mouth, and I could feel the heady mix of saliva and precum building and drooling from my lips. I didn't want him to orgasm too soon, so I pulled away, gently kissing on his shaft, his hip bone, and then his belly. I stood and kissed his chest and sucked on his nipple as he pulled my head to his chest.

My cunt was still aching and I could stand it no longer. Finally, it was time for Daddy to fuck his little coworker. I turned around to face the mirror to provide Justin access to fuck my dripping pussy from behind. It was just like the fantasy that I'd had for ages where he would take me from the back while I bent over the desk. I felt like I was floating in an out of body experience and I couldn't believe that this was finally happening. It might not have been at the office like I'd visualized, but it was turning out even more sensual than I imagined.

I looked ahead into the mirror and saw Justin's face, full of lust gazing over my rump as his hands massaged my hips. In the hazy periphery of my vision I saw a face and realized the bathroom door was open. The blurred form of Loretta was standing in the doorway, obviously watching us. I could just make out that one shoulder of her overalls was unbuttoned and her hand thrust inside her shirt playing on her nipple. Her other hand plunged down the side of the overalls and was wriggling at her crotch. I inadvertently made eye contact.

"Remember the rules," she said.

What the fuck was she talking about? What rules? At times like this there were no rules. The body just does what it needs to do and the artifice of man-made edicts hold no sway.

"No pussy?" Justin checked.

"No pussy," Loretta confirmed.

Oh no! My cunt was desperate for cock. I hoped the rules were not as firm as Loretta had made out. Surely they'd see my desperation and relent.

"Come on," said Loretta. "Let's finish this in the bedroom. Together."

It was apparent that Loretta had totally changed, and I could discern the transformation even with my nearsightedness. The angry fire in her eyes had been replaced with expression of amorousness. She appeared completely calm, and there was no hint of the derision that she had earlier directed towards me.

She disappeared around the corner and Justin grasped my hand, leading me from the bathroom and down the hall. When we entered the bedroom, a drop sheet had been draped over the bed and Loretta was in the final stages of removing her panties.

Loretta's Lead

Justin pulled me forward, sending me like a sling-shot ahead of himself, as if he was presenting me to Loretta. I stood nose to nose with her, and she inspected me up and down, with an expression of interest but luckily no signs of malice.

The only thing I was wearing was my thong, but Loretta herself was completely naked. Her body was fuller than mine, shapely and I found her very attractive. Her abdomen exhibited the remnants of a cesarean scar, just above a narrow landing strip. Her breasts were voluptuous with dark areola and extended nipples. I felt a bit inadequate.

Loretta extended her forefinger and traced from my chin, to my neck and down the centerline of my chest, her eyes following along. "Let's see this thing that's got my husband all worked up." I guess she meant me. Her finger continued southward and she dropped to her knees. Her finger reached my panties, then hooked into the waist band and dragged them down to my feet.

Her hand slipped edge-ways into my thigh gap and she wiggled it from side to side, signaling me to provide more access, so I shuffled into a wider stance. Her face neared my groin, almost like she was sniffing me out, and then she plunged her mouth to my pussy, proceeding to slide her tongue along my slit as her nose buried in my pubic hair. My hands instinctively fell to the crown of her head, but she needed no guidance, and I experienced her tongue gently massaging each side of my pussy in exactly the way that I love.

Straight away, I discerned Justin's body press into my back, and as I arced to look back at him, his lips planted on mine. His hard, upright cock pressed into the small of my back momentarily, before he repositioned his cock in the crease of my ass and began almost imperceptibly to slide up and down. His arms wrapped around me, crossed over my chest, and his hands fondled my tits, his left hand embracing my right breast and his right on my left. I might have small breasts, but they are still sensitive, and I reacted to his delicate caress with a shiver that coursed through my entire body.

Loretta knew just how to please a girl, at least, she knew just how to lick my body to ecstasy and I could feel my pussy responding to her touch. The attention from two lovers bestowed pleasure simultaneously at more erogenous zones than I'd ever experienced before.

Justin released a breast and I felt him fumble with his own cock. I sensed his legs widen and his torso lower, before I felt his hard rod slide between my legs. When I looked down, I saw the head of his cock protruding directly from my crotch while Loretta backed off a little to watch with a grin of intrigue.

The head of his cock extended only a short way from my pussy, and I could feel the shaft pressing up against my vulva. For a moment, I felt like I had a penis, albeit a tiny button dick, and it made me wonder what it would feel like to receive a blowjob. I was about to find out.

Loretta played sensuously with the combination of Justin's cock and my pussy, spreading my labia so that his shaft sandwiched between my lips like saveloy in a hot dog. Justin could not resist the allure of skin contact, and I felt his warm cock oscillating back and forth, with my lubrication coating his member.

Loretta looked up at us both and smirked. She gathered her hair in a bundle to the side and plunged her head forward, taking the head of Justin's cock, along with my swollen clit into her mouth at the same time. Justin jerked forward and I pulled Loretta's head into us, enabling her lips to seal around both of our genitalia, as we rocked in unison against her mouth.

I could feel Justin's warm breath on my neck, as his thrusting grew in strength. I was already holding Loretta's head, but Justin clearly needed more purchase and I felt his strong hands settle on top of mine and clasp tight.

His hips gyrated with more intensity, as he pulled Loretta's face hard against my pussy and drove his cock forward, causing his rough pubes to grind into my ass. Loretta made muffled noises as the pressure restricted her breathing and her mouth was stuffed full of cock and pussy together. It felt amazingly good for me, a mouth on my cunt, a cock along my pussy, and two people flicking against my clit. Justin adopted one rhythm for thrusting his cock and Loretta followed a different tempo for licking my pussy. Justin's strong grip controlled Loretta's face, but the fact that his hands gripped over the top of mine gave me the illusion that he was actually offering me control over his wife.

Justin's speed and intensity rose higher yet, and I could tell from Loretta's noises that her tolerance was reaching a limit. Eventually, her hands pressed hard against my thighs and she levered her body back, breaking free from Justin's hold, as she gasped a long breath and sat back on her heels. Justin withdrew his cock from the niche between my legs, and Loretta used her forearm to wipe away the mixture of saliva and pussy juices from her mouth.

"Fuck, that was good," she muttered. She smiled at Justin, then looked at me, and stood to face me directly. Loretta's hand reached to my face, like she was about to cradle my cheek for a kiss, but at the last moment she grabbed a fist full of hair just by my ear and twisted her hand to secure a tight grip. The action took me by surprise and I feared that maybe she wanted to do me harm. But with my head immobilized, she proceeded to plant a wet kiss on my mouth. I felt her soft lips smear across my face and I detected the scent of my own pussy, and the intoxicating allure of Justin's masculine pheromones.

Loretta's hand carefully reached to my nose, and she clasped my new septum piercing between her forefinger and thumb. Now that she had me completely at her command, she released my hair and instructed. "Follow me girl." Loretta guided me like a farmer leading a bull and walked the short distance to the large bed.

"Lie down Faye," she instructed, flicking her hand with a flourish to release my nose. I silently obeyed the direction, lying on my back in the middle of the bed with submissive anticipation.

"Get her ready," Loretta instructed Justin. He grabbed both of my ankles and dragged me to the foot of the bed, so that my buttocks hung just over the edge, and then he lifted my legs vertically, so that my ankles rested on his shoulders. He stepped in close, and I could see his hard on between my thighs, hovering over my body.

Loretta stood at Justin's side, and looked us both over. She gave his cock a little tug, but then turned her attention to me, sliding her hand delicately up and down the length of my leg. Justin's strong hands held my ankles fastened to his shoulders, and I loved the tactile sensation of the backs of my legs pressed on his bare skin. I kicked my legs a little but Justin held me securely. I wasn't trying to break free; to the contrary, I reveled in the perception that Justin had physical control over me.

"She does have nice feet," Loretta declared, as her fingers brushed my soles and she stroked my toes in a gentle tickle. My feet! He must have confided in Loretta.

"They are very nice feet," agreed Justin. Loretta held my right foot and began to pepper kisses over the toes, and inspired by her actions, Justin turned his head to the left and took my big toe into his mouth. His cock twitched again and a drop of precum spilled from the tip, landing on my hip, leaving a thread suspended in midair, joining our bodies.

It felt just so sexy and intimate as the two of them in concert sucked on my painted toes, but eventually Justin turned back to his wife, and together they shared a momentary kiss. Justin leaned toward me, separating my legs and pushing my knees either side of my chest, exposing my sex completely to him. Loretta reached around and held Justin's cock while she gazed at my pussy with a look of desire.

"Nice little pussy too, isn't it?" she suggested, staring at my cunt while toying with Justin's cock.

"Certainly is," Justin replied, and I was familiar enough with his tone to recognize that he was keen to move forward.

"Come on then! Don't leave her hanging!" Loretta held Justin's cock just below the head, so that she was able to get a solid grip, and then she dragged him forward by his penis. Justin shifted more weight into his arms, making my knees touch the mattress, and he lowered his hips to reach my nether zones. Loretta manipulated Justin's shaft, with a mischievous smirk on her face, and dragged the tip of his cock back and forth along my wet entrance.

At last! Everyone was so fucking horny that the rules would be put aside, and Loretta would permit Justin to fuck me. My cunt yearned for cock and I was desperate to be filled by him. It felt amazingly sexy to have him brushing against my sensitive vulva, but it was only an entree.

I involuntarily vocalized, "Yes Daddy," in a slow moan.

Loretta stood bolt upright, dragging Justin's dick away from me. "What did you call him? Did I hear that right? Daddy?"

Oh no, I'd broken some rule that I didn't know about. "Yes, sorry, it just slipped out."

"Oh my God that is fucking hot," she confessed, and I felt relief flush through me.

I wondered if she was going to instruct me to start calling her Mommy, but something else entirely happened.

"I'll be back in a moment," declared Loretta, leaving Justin and me stranded in our primed position, while she vanished to a blurry spot on the other side of the room before returning with a miniature spray bottle, and a vibrator. My wand! How the fuck did she get a hold of that? Then I remembered that I'd left it in my handbag in the kitchen earlier in the day.

Loretta knelt on the bed beside me, activated the vibrator and directed it to wander across my pussy lips and then directly onto my clit. With her other hand she plunged two fingers deep in my pussy, entering without resistance. She curled her fingers forward, and I could feel my swollen cavity pushing back. It felt good, but I wanted cock. I still felt a burning need for more inside of me.

"I thought you said no pussy?" I demanded, but she continued thrusting her fingers deeply in and out of my hole, while the wand explored my vulva. Every now and then she would hit my magic combination of erogenous buttons and my legs would spasm and shake uncontrollably,

"Justin's cock can't go in there. I didn't say anything about me."

"But I need it!" I begged. "Justin, I need you inside me!" I sputtered in a strained emotion between begging and laughing and crying.

Loretta still had control of her senses, unlike the way that I had become so horny that I'd lost all rational thought. She turned to Justin, and with a lopsided grin, gave him the go ahead. "OK Hubby. You can give it to her now."

Loretta extracted her fingers from my cunt, leaving me feeling hollow and empty. She fiddled with the spray bottle, squirting some oil over the tip of Justin's cock, and a delivering few squirts along his shaft. She cupped her palm and created a pool of the runny liquid, then quickly upended her hand between my legs, rubbing the lube all over my pussy, my perineum, my butt cheeks and into my asshole.

Justin adjusted his body, sinking even lower, and I felt the head of his cock making little circles around my anus. It felt delightful, and when Loretta's hand performed the same action around my clit, it felt like heaven.

"Have you had it in the ass before?" Loretta quizzed.

I didn't want to admit the details my attempts at anal, so I just shook my head. So that was her plan. No pussy, but I could have my ass fucked. Every part of my body was tingling, and I was horny for any offer that they put on the table.

My response seemed excite Justin, as a look of determination crossed his face, and his attention turned completely to working his cock against my tight entrance.

Everything was slippery down there, and I knew that all of my tissue had grown engorged and receptive. My ass felt amenable to Justin's glans, as he incessantly pressed right on my sensitive opening, and I completely relaxed into his rhythm.

My pussy continued ablaze as Loretta buzzed the wand on my clit, overstimulating me at times. Her fingers continued to tease my pussy, occasionally dipping into my cavity.

When Justin finally entered my ass, I hardly even noticed, being as ready as I was, and being so distracted by Loretta's wand. Justin urged his cock against me with a little extra force, and one time instead of pulling back, he simply kept on pressing. When the head of his cock passed the muscle of my ass, I felt a little pop as my sphincter gripped the ridge around his glans, and I knew that he had finally become a part of me.

Loretta shifted the selection on the vibrator to a rapid buzz and located the wand directly on my clit. Justin's cock filled my backside, and my ring involuntarily squeezed as I felt a dull throbbing pulse in his cock.

Out of nowhere, I came in a wave that started in my pelvis and spread across my whole body. My legs shook uncontrollably, my ass clenched, my pussy quivered.

"Cum girlie, cum!" encouraged Loretta, determined to keep the vibrator centered on my swollen clit. "Let it all out." I glanced at Justin who simply watched me in fascinated satisfaction, before I threw my head back and orgasmic convulsions surged over me.

My composure and breath returned eventually, and I returned my focus to Justin. Loretta switched off the wand and set it aside. Justin had been the ultimate gentleman and waited for me to cum first, but now it was obviously my turn to reciprocate. At least, that's what I believed was the right thing to do.

He exhaled in a long sigh, and as he continued to press, his cock drove further still inside of me. There was nothing painful or uncomfortable about it, just a deep sensation of physical completion and emotional fulfilment.

Justin started to move in new and interesting ways - in and out, side to side, and circular formations. He probed around in my ass, sending pulses of pleasure through my body that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep in my innards whenever the head of his cock hit the magic spot.

Justin's pace quickened, his thrusting grew stronger and I could tell he was on the final countdown to his climax. I could feel my body ricochet every time that he drove his cock to the hilt and banged his pubis into me.

"Fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck me deeper Daddy!" I wanted him to cum. I wanted to offer him all the pleasure that my body could impart and I wanted to share in his experience.

"Fill me with your cum Daddy." I was delirious, sharing the moment with him. Then I cried loudly, "Breed me Daddy!"

"You silly girl!" Loretta slapped the side of my tit in a sexy, playful scolding. I had forgotten that she was even there. "That's exactly why he can't have your pussy."

Her expression was a kind of friendly annoyance, but it wasn't the vitriol she'd earlier exhibited. It was the kind of expression that a mother gives a toddler when they break the rules. I felt a little embarrassed given my earlier denial of wanting kids, but honestly the main thing on my mind was my connection with Justin and his cock in my ass.

He looked at me with a distracted smile, before his interest shifted to watching his cock plunge in and out of my ass. Loretta must have known that Justin was close to orgasm and she encouraged her husband to bring him to conclusion. "Give it to her baby. Paint her Justin. Cum all over your little Chinese whore. Give it to her."

At the final moment, Justin yanked his cock abruptly from my ass and I felt my ring snap closed. I grabbed my own thighs, pulling my knees either side of my chest, and kept my legs spread to present myself for his enjoyment. He stood proud, towering over me and held his stiff member in one hand, using his thumb to rub the top of the head, just behind the little pee hole.

I was initially disappointed as I noticed a small dribble of cum emanate from his cock, but I was overwhelmed with pride when the flow grew stronger, eventually ejaculating in long explosive bursts. His cock jerked upwards, and his testes contracted repeatedly as a long threads of white cum shot out, remaining in formation as they flew through the air, and then landed on my tummy, my breasts and my pussy. Justin's eyes were steely, and his teeth clenched, with all of the muscles in his body flexed as his semen gushed out. His fist tightened around his shaft, but still his manhood jerked around of its own accord, spraying his seed liberally all over my body.

A deep satisfied groan oozed from Loretta's parted lips as Justin came all over my torso. Her guttural grunt sounded almost masculine but I could tell that she gathered as much fulfilment in watching her partner cum over me, as much as he enjoyed the act.

I released my legs and let my feet flop over the base of the bed, creating an arch in my back. Loretta's eyes sparkled with vibrant eagerness. "This seed belongs to me now," she stated with authority and hinged down to lap the cum from my skin with her extended tongue, licking me over in a sequence of sups, just as a cat might do.

She slurped along my tummy, sucking in the white slippery jizz. I loved the feeling of her lips against my tender belly, and I loved watching her in the act. The shared intimacy made me certain that we'd made a complete reconciliation. She corralled a stream of cum into my navel and then pursed her lips around the pool, sucking it all into her mouth and throwing her neck back to capture the cum in her mouth.

One blob of cum was perched on my dark thatch and remained suspended on the surface of the short pubes. Loretta sucked the cum from the top, pulling at my hairs as she sucked the remnants of semen into her mouth and the delicate tug felt delightful.

As she leaned across my body, her heavy breasts drooped and trailed across my skin. I felt her nipples tracing a line through the thin film of semen that coated me and when she sat upright again, the peaks of her breasts glistened with shiny cum. Loretta thumbed her nipple, collecting a sample of semen from the surrounding areola in a way that resembled squeezing lactate from her breast, and then she fed the morsel into her hungry mouth.

Loretta tilted her neck back to show Justin the prize that she had accumulated in her mouth, and he nodded with approval. I thought that she might offer a mouthful to me in a sign of even more shared intimacy, but she swallowed hard and demonstrated to him that she'd consumed all of his spunk.

Smoke

Loretta rolled onto her back and lay beside me on the bed. Justin adjusted his cock, wiped away a trickle of sperm from the tip, then squeezed himself between our two bodies. Our heartrates were all elevated and our warm bodies pressed against each other. All tension had lifted and we lay in silence for a moment.

"Faye, would you mind getting us one of those smokes you make?" asked Justin.

It was an unexpected request, but I was happy to oblige. I padded naked out to the kitchen, being wary not to bump into any equipment or tools on the way. My handbag was on the kitchen counter where I had left it, unzipped, and obviously missing my wand.

I rolled a cigarette, using more tobacco than usual since it was a smoke to share. I returned to the bedroom, and lit up as I entered the doorway.

The couple had shifted upwards on the bed to a more comfortable position. Justin lay on his back with his softening cock draped attractively to one side. Loretta was curled up against his body with a leg thrown over his and her head nestled into his shoulder.

I took a drag of the smoke, crawled up the bed and handed it across to Justin. He drew one lungful and then handed the cigarette across to Loretta, who put it to her lips, breathed deeply and then exhaled a plume of smoke in relaxation.

"Oh, I haven't enjoyed one of these in such a long time," she mused.

Everyone seemed relaxed and recovered from our physical activities, but I still had unanswered questions. I lay beside Justin, symmetrically opposite to Loretta, and snuggled into his chest.

"So, can someone tell me what just happened? Like, it was good, but -," I tailed off.

"But not what you expected?" finished Justin.

"No, not what I expected. Did you guys plan this?" I challenged them.

"No," replied Justin. "Not explicitly. But it was a scenario."

"You mean, you knew all this might happen?" I was still a bit confused.

"Maybe," he said. "I enjoyed it all Faye."

"Me too," piped in Loretta.

"Well what's going on?" I still didn't get why the mood changed at some point during the morning.

"You see, Faye," said Justin, "Monogamous marriage. It's -."

"It's challenging," finished Loretta.

"Right," said Justin. "And so you came along, and we thought we might extend our horizons with someone we think is just right."

"And that's me?" I asked.

"Well, you've made offers for some time."

"I'm glad you picked up on them."

"To be honest," said Justin, "I wasn't entirely sure, but I talked it over with Loretta and she knew exactly what you were saying."

"You were very obvious girl," laughed Loretta.

"But why were you so angry at me?" I asked her.

"I don't know. I got emotional. I was worried that you weren't here for the right reasons."

"Loretta's trying to say she's sorry," said Justin.

"I understand," I said sympathetically. If I had Justin in my claws I wouldn't be happy to lose him. "So how many other 'just right' girls have you found?"

"You are the first Faye," said Loretta.

My ego surged. "Does that mean you are looking for more?"

"No," said Justin.

"Is this something that we can keep on doing?" I asked hopefully, beginning to grind my moist pussy against Justin's thigh.

"We'd have to talk about it, but it would make me happy," said Justin.

"I think I'd like to see more of you Faye," confessed Loretta, her hand reaching across Justin's abdomen and resting on my hip.

"Will the rules always be the same?" I asked.

"Rules?" asked Loretta, not comprehending.

"Like the 'no pussy' rule," I clarified.

"Oh, well, we'd have to talk about that too, but I think that we can relax that one," said Justin.

"That would be good," I smiled. "Because I have a lot of ideas."

I pressed my pussy harder against his leg, feeling my lips suction against his skin. Justin's cock began to twitch and I could tell that he was getting hard again.

"Let's hear some of these ideas of yours," Loretta invited with a smile.