Zipper

It began with the sound of the zipper opening on my little black dress.

He was standing behind me one hand on my shoulder and the other slowly dragging down the zipper. A zipper is not a loud noise, far less than the muffled sounds of the ongoing cocktail party downstairs. But, as I stood in the host's powder room before the mirror it was the only sound I could hear as he slowly pulled it down exposing my back and stopping only when it reached the point at which with a shrug of my shoulders I could let the dress fall to the floor around my high heeled sandals.

As the dress opened I could feel his warmth, not touching me but as though he was. He was a big man well over six feet with broad shoulders, devastatingly handsome. I could see him in the mirror standing behind me, not touching but oh so close. I had met him at the bar downstairs as we each acquired drinks. He had one in each hand. The second for a spouse? He had smiled briefly and I had returned it before we both moved away through the chatting crowd, doing what strangers do when working a room.

When the zipper slowly passed my bra I spoke up, "We shouldn't."

"I know. Should I stop?" He continued to slowly pull the zipper down without pausing for my response.

As the zipper neared its end I responded, "I didn't say that."

"Good. I don't want to." He was opening my bra now, moving closer so that his hips were pressing against mine. I pushed back and was sure I could feel an erection in his pants. I moved my hips to rub against it making my response clear. I didn't want him to stop.

The situation was as wrong as it could be. The party downstairs was a fund raiser for a charity I supported. You don't go to a stranger's home for a fund raiser and have sex in the powder room with a stranger. But I wanted him. I wanted the sex.

The zipper no longer holding my dress together he pushed it apart at my shoulders and I cooperated by shrugging my shoulders and leaning forward, pushing my ass harder against his groin. My dress fell to my waist, my bra along with it. As I looked at myself half naked in the mirror, his hands on my shoulders I said, "We should hurry. Someone might come."

"Yes."

Now there was the sound of another zipper; his. He had pulled away from my hips enough to allow him to open his trousers. I reached behind myself and felt for him. He was hard, the skin on his cock that delicious combination of soft yet still hard as a rock. It was exactly what I wanted in my lust. I couldn't wait to feel his hard dick filling my cunt and stretching it in the way I so loved and had so missed since my husband left me. I couldn't tell how big he was but I wasn't worried about it.

As I continued to stroke his cock he tugged my little black dress over my hips letting it fall to a puddle around my feet. It was quickly followed by my panties. "Oh god yes put it in me," I said.

"Spread your legs apart," he said. I leaned forward my elbows resting upon the counter before the mirror as I untangled one foot from my panties and dress, leaving them in a pile around the remaining foot. He held my bare hips now pulling them back to the position he wanted me in. I could see in the mirror that he had also let his pants and undergarments fall to his feet, his shirt and jacket pushed aside but still on. When he leaned forward I could feel his necktie lying on my back.

"Put it in me. We don't have much time," I repeated. As I looked in the mirror I could see my tits hanging down, my nipples swollen in lust.

He probed at the entrance to my cunt with his erection. My god he's bigger than I thought. I gasped as he fingered me seeking the liquid he needed to lube his cock. Holding his erection in one hand he pushed at my entrance as I pushed back. He wasn't so big he couldn't enter me and it felt as it always does with a new cock, just marvelous; a new and different shape probing me in new and different ways. I groaned in lust and enjoyment.

Now he was in, both hands holding my hips and pulling me toward him as I pushed back. His cock slowly worked its way into my cunt filling it wonderfully, stretching me as the head pressed on all those sensitive points that made fucking so good. We were a good fit. When he reached the end of my cunt I could feel his balls touching my ass and his pubic bone pressing on my clit. He held the position briefly, both of us enjoying the fullness of his hard cock in my hot, wet cunt. "Now fuck me," I said. "Someone might come."

He stroked me, slowly at first but soon adopting a rhythm; his hips thrusting forward to drive his cock in as I met his thrust with a responsive thrust of my ass. The height of my heels helped make up for his greater height, but I could tell he was bending his knees to maintain the right level and provide force for each thrust. We were silent, the only noise being the slap of his hips against my ass and the squishing noise of his cock and the liquid from my cunt.

I didn't expect that he would last to give me an orgasm at the pace we were going so I reached down with one hand and used my fingers to give myself a quick soft orgasm with no cry of passion, just the release I knew I needed.

"Did you cum?"

"Yes. Now you finish, before we have company."

He responded by picking up the pace, his hands holding both sides of my ass and lifting my feet from the ground as he fucked me like a rag doll. It was fabulous. I hadn't been fucked like that in years and within minutes he came with a stifled groan filling my cunt with a gush of his hot cum. To my surprise I came a second time when I felt his cock gush into my cunt. It was a much harder orgasm than the first. I would have screamed in passion had I not grabbed the hand hand-towel and stuffed it in my mouth.

I collapsed onto the counter and he lay atop me, his shrinking cock slowly withdrawing, both of us breathing hard.

"You have to go now," I said.

"Okay." He rose and his cock left me with a pop. I felt his cum begin to trickle down my leg.

"But... "

"Just go," I interrupted. "We'll talk later. Downstairs. Now go and I will clean up."

He quickly tugged up his clothing and left. As he closed the door I stood naked, clothing tangled around one foot, cum dripping down a thigh, staring at myself self in the mirror, my chest flushed, my nipples still swollen. "Wow. What was that?" I asked myself.

I took my time cleaning up. When I got downstairs the hostess was introducing a guest speaker supporting the charity, a Mr. Duane Sanderson. I was so shocked to see him striding forward that I failed to listen to the details of the introduction. Obviously he was someone important or he wouldn't have been asked to speak. But who was he. Yes he was every bit as handsome as he had been in the mirror while he was seducing me, but who the fuck was this guy?

His pitch for contributions marked the end of the event. I remained near the back of the room watching him shake hands and charm would be doners as they left. I noticed that there was a short woman, maybe five three or so with dark hair and a pair of dark rimmed glasses standing behind him. She wasn't participating in the meet and greet, just watching in silence while he performed.

I went through the line like everyone else and he was careful to give me the same treatment as everyone else, grasping my hand in both of his and thanking me for attending and hoping I would support the cause. His smile for me was the same as his smile for the person in line before me and the person behind me, bearing no recognition of our brief dalliance in the powder room. Like him I maintained my silence saying only, "I so enjoyed meeting you," which could mean just listening to his speech or 'I so enjoyed fucking you.' His response was as scripted and impassive for me as it was for everyone else.

I went home that night nearly bewildered. I had been seduced by a master of impersonal relations. He charmed everyone who stepped up to him. And more to the point with a bit more effort he had seduced me into a hurried powder room fuck. And yet I still didn't know who he was, or more to the point why he was important enough to have been the guest speaker. I had a name, but it was meaningless to me. Who was Duane Sanderson and why did he choose to seduce me at a fundraiser where he was the guest speaker?

I was not only bewildered that night, but I was horny as hell. Yes he had made me cum twice, but after a drink or two and playing the whole event back and forth in my mind I couldn't resist masturbating myself to another furious climax before I went to sleep. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

As I sipped my second drink after reaching home, I briefly asked myself the question, "Had I been raped?" "Nonsense," I answered. "Well before he completed removing my dress he had specifically asked if he should stop and I said no. I reinforced that by rubbing my ass back and forth against the growing erection in his trousers and using my hand to grip his cock before he inserted it into my cunt." No, I had been seduced, but not raped and in all honesty, I had loved it. I loved the process of shedding my clothes for him, I loved the two climaxes and I loved the feel of his cock filling me and then pounding me to the point where I reached my second climax as I felt his dick gush into my cunt.

You may have noticed that I make no mention of a husband in this situation. That is because I had been without a husband for a couple of years since mine had been killed in a car wreck. It took me a while to get over my loss but I had recently resumed dating and while I had even had sex a time or two, none of it was as exciting or satisfying as what I had experienced at the fund raiser. I was single and intended to be sexually active so I felt no guilt about what I had done; not that was until I asked myself whether he was married. I knew the pain of having a husband who cheats on you. My husband was far from perfect, but I tolerated him because I loved him and he was good in bed (or the kitchen, the garage, the back yard on a dark night, or wherever else it occurred to us to get it on). Now for two plus years I had sorely missed the great sex he and I had enjoyed.

I had used much of my non-working time since my husband's death working out to get back in shape. At age 32 I was now back to my college weight. I stood five-seven. My breasts were big enough to attract attention with most clothing but not so big as to cause men's wives to scold them and I liked to think I had great legs. I worked part time in a clothing shop. I didn't really need to do that as my husband's death had left me well off, but I liked having regular work and I was good at sales. My short hair was blonde and my eyes blue.

It was only a couple of days later that I learned more about Duane Sanderson. I was sitting at an outdoor table at a coffee house when I was approached by a woman I didn't immediately recognize carrying a cup of coffee. She was short with dark hair and very well dressed in a business suit way. I noticed immediately how well her clothing fit her trim figure and the expensive but subdued quality of the garments. After all I'm in the clothing business. She wore glasses and was, I guessed about five or ten years older than me. She was pleasant enough to look at but by no means beautiful.

"My I join you?" she asked.

I looked up at her trying to recognize her and said, "If you wish. Do I know you?"

As she sat and took a sip from her coffee she replied, "No but I believe you know my husband." I immediately recognized her as the short woman who had stood behind Duane in silence as he glad-handed the exiting patrons at the party.

"Your husband?"

"Yes, Duane Sanderson."

Oh shit, I thought. "Hmmm. Yes I believe I met him briefly at the fund raiser for one of my favorite charities a couple of nights ago."

"Well I guess you could call it a brief meeting," she said.

"Yes, I shook hands with him on my way out."

She smiled and leaned back taking another sip of her coffee. "That wasn't the brief meeting I was referring to," she said. "A bit before his speech I believe he seduced you in the upstairs powder room. Was he good? He usually is."

I tried to play dumb. "You are telling me your husband seduced me before his speech that night and you want to know if he was good?"

"Yes," she said with a smile.

I tried to look shocked. The best I could do was to stutter, "Well... Uhh... "I don't know..."

"You don't know if he was good? That's surprising. Most women Duane seduces rate him very highly." She lowered her voice and said, "He's a great fuck, isn't he?"

I was busted and I knew it. "Well it was very brief."

"But it was good wasn't it?"

"Does this mean you are going to scratch my eyes out?"

"Here in this public place? Of course not. Besides I am not at all mad at you. Duane and I lead a rather different life style much as you and your late husband did."

"My late husband? How do you know anything about my marriage?"

"Because I'm in the business. Duane and I own a security and surveillance business. We can pretty much find out whatever is worth knowing about anyone and we know that before your husband's untimely death he was a serial philanderer and you knew and more or less approved."

I was stunned. Yes I thought, I knew about my late husband's affairs because he liked to come home and tell me all the salacious details. It made for great sex.

"Oh," was all I could say. Eventually I said, "What do you want from me; an apology?"

"Hardly. I knew he was going to seduce you. He told me just before he followed you upstairs and I merely shrugged. Later that night he shared all the details with me, just as your husband used to do with you."

"Okay," I said realizing there was nothing to hide. "Yes he was a great fuck. My only disappointment was that it was too brief."

She smiled. "That was what he said about you also. 'A great fuck but it was too quick.' He wants more... and I suspect you do also."

I felt a burst of lust tear through my core at her words. In response I just stared at her in silence, eventually saying, "And what's your role in this?"

She shrugged, "I want to watch."

"You want to watch me fuck your husband, again?"

"Yes it's very erotic watching your spouse fuck someone else. Did you ever try it?"

"No... but maybe we should have." I smiled. The conversation was absurd... but stimulating.

"Well think about it," she said as she finished her coffee. "I have to run to a meeting but let's try it next Tuesday night. Text me at this number if you're interested." She handed me a business card as she rose from the table. I saw her name was Joanne Sanderson.

I spent the night agonizing over the latest proposition from the Sanderson family: first Duane in the powder room at the fund raiser; and now Joanne at the outdoor table at a Starbucks. I doubt if I would ever been able to sleep that night had it not from the simple expedient of masturbating to a strong climax as I replayed Duane's seduction at the fund raiser. By the next morning I had decided to accept Joanne's proposition. I wasn't married and the couple involved seemed to be fine with the idea of Duane and I having a replay of one of the most erotic events of my life. I suppose a lot of people would object, saying I was being a slut or some such; but fuck'em. I enjoy sex, always had, and the Sandersons' proposal, while perhaps a bit kinky was well within my personal sexual morality standards. I sent her off a text saying I was available on the following Tuesday and asking where and what time. She responded with a confirmation and specifying a time and place (their home at 7:00 p. m.).

I spent the next few days with my mind spinning over questions I hadn't asked: What was expected of me; how should I dress; and on and on for a thousand lurid details I wanted to know about. Ultimately I decided it was best not to know anything. I would just go into this blind and see what happened. Kind of like going to a frat party in college; you knew you were going to get laid but by who and how was the surprise element of the evening.

I was surprisingly calm on Tuesday, going to work for the morning and then taking an after lunch nap (I wasn't necessarily expecting a lot of sleep that night) followed by a luxurious bath and a couple of hours spent choosing an appropriate outfit. I was clueless as to what was appropriate for the evening, but I like clothing; I really do. So I enjoyed trying on a variety of outfits. Joanne had said casual dress in her confirmation but since I didn't know these people I really knew very little about what that meant beyond that my little black dress was out (besides they had both seen it). The whole question of what to wear to a pre-scheduled seduction (is that what this was?) was a bit absurd since I assumed I would spend most of the evening naked.

I rejected nylons and heels (not casual) and I also rejected undergarments (unnecessary given the objective). The clothing I finally settled on was to cover but not really hide my sexual assets: a skirt that outlined my hips and then flared to stop well above my knees and a sleeveless sweater that fit just snug enough to reveal my braless tits as an enticing handful that jiggled salaciously as I walked. Shoes were a simple pair of sandals that could easily be slipped off when they became unnecessary. The basic standard was clothing that displayed but didn't expose and could be easily removed when the situation called for nudity.

When I stepped out of my car before the Sandersons' home that evening and walked to their door I felt perfectly dressed for seduction. I also liked the way my tits jiggled under the soft sweater.

The door was opened by Duane. He was dressed even more casually than me: lightweight cargo shorts and a T-shirt with flip flops for foot gear. "Susan," he said with a gleaming smile. "We're so glad you decided to join us. Joeanne is running a few minutes late getting back from work, but please come in and let me show you around."

I stuck out my hand saying, "I'm Susan Atterbury, but then I suppose you know that."

He chuckled as he wrapped my hand in both of his and pulled me towards him. "Yes of course we know you. Knowing who people are and what they are about is our business."

"Yes, Joanne told me that. You are sort of like spies I take it." He pulled me close to him and I could immediately feel his warmth and sense the aroma I remembered from the Fund Raiser.

"Well we don't think of ourselves as spies. We just deal in information about people, companies, whatever. But that's not important. Come into the house with me." He led me down a hall his arm wrapped around me and his warm hip tightly against mine. "Have a seat," he said, gesturing at a couch. I sat at one end, my knees pressed primly together. I was feeling a bit insecure although I could not fathom why. I had come here with the expectation that I was going to repeat and enjoy the sex I had with this man at the fund raiser. Why should I feel insecure?

We heard the front door close and Joanne promptly appeared, dressed in a business suit similar to the one I had seen her in at the coffee shop and carrying a brief case. "I'm sorry I'm late but things went long at the office today. She looked me over and continued, "You look gorgeous. We're so glad you came. Please excuse me for a few minutes while I change. Duane perhaps you could make us a round of drinks." As she turned to leave the room she looked back at me smiling, "Don't run off we will be right back."

When she returned the business suit and tall heels had been replaced by a loose fitting, brightly colored robe that closed at the waist with a simple tied belt and stopped well above her knees. Now we were seated with Duane and me at opposite ends of the long couch, and Joeanne leaning back in a classic Eames chair, her legs resting on the ottoman. She still wore the dark nylons she had worn as she had come in and of course the glasses I had always seen her in. She took a long pull on her drink and said, "So nice to see you tonight Susan. But we need not hurry as you and Duane did at the fund raiser. Duane, could you give me a foot rub. Those heels were killing me."

Duane moved to the Ottoman, placing Joannes feet on his lap. She quietly sipped her drink for the next ten minutes as Duane massaged her feet. I noticed that she was also using her feet to massage Duane's growing prick through his shorts.

I had no idea where they were going with this, but I found their reciprocal massage erotic. I likewise sipped my drink as I watched in silence.

"Oh that was delicious Duane but now you should do the same thing for Susan. Would you like that Susan?"

"Yes. It looked very relaxing." I swung my feet and hips around so I was leaning against the side arm of the couch with my legs stretched out before me, my skirt lying loosely across my thighs. As Duane walked towards me I could see a large bulge beneath his shorts. He sat on the couch taking my feet into his lap. He chose to sit closer to me than I anticipated causing me to bend my knees so my bare feet fit nicely in his lap. My skirt hem slid down exposing most of my thighs but nothing beyond that. My feet could easily feel the growing erection beneath the fabric of his shorts.

Duane's massage skills were just short of expert. Holding up each foot separately to work on it he left my other foot in his lap giving me an opportunity to rub his growing cock through his shorts. After working both feet he began stroking his way up each calf toward my knees. It felt marvelous. He worked my calf next to the couch first and when he moved to the other leg I swung the first leg up on the back of the couch giving him I'm sure a view of my naked pussy. When I felt his cock flex beneath my foot a moment later I let my leg he was massaging open away from the couch and used a hand to pull the hem of my dress up toward my waist. Duane paused, staring at my gleaming pussy, and then lifted his hips enough to open and slide his shorts down to his feet, kicking them aside. His fully erect cock sprung out waving like a flag stick.

I licked my lips as I stared at his cock. I had certainly felt it the night of the fund raiser, but I had never seen it in all its glory. Duane had a truly beautiful cock that stood straight out with a nicely formed head capped with a first bead of pre-cum. It was longer than most, but not to an unusable extreme. There is no point in wasting good cock meat that is in excess of what will fit within your cunt I always thought. A fully erect cock should be just long enough to fill you and just thick enough to spread you as it enters without causing pain beyond that oh so delicious, 'this hurts so good feeling.' As I looked at Duane's cock I realized why it had felt so fucking good that night at the fund raiser. Duane had a great cock.

I looked to my side at Joanne. She was staring intently as she watched us through her dark rimmed glasses, a finger laid alongside her cheek. I reached down with one hand and lightly stroked my pussy as Duane watched. He was stroking his cock joining me in my masturbation. After all Joanne had said there would be no rush tonight. When I looked back again at Joanne I saw that she had loosened the belt on her robe, pulling it apart above and below her waist. One hand had slipped inside the robe and was obviously massaging one of her small breasts. The skin on her chest and throat was flushed and she was gripping her lower lip between her teeth, obviously aroused by what she was watching. The room was silent, all of us engaged in the lust of the others.

Duane pulled my hips toward him and began to massage my inner thighs. I now had one leg on the back of the couch and the other foot on the floor leaving me obscenely and deliciously exposed. I felt my sweater side up my back as he moved me and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of it pulling it over my head. My soft tits flopped deliciously as I pulled the sweater past their tips. I heard Duane suck in his breath. He had felt and fondled my tits that night but aside from perhaps in the mirror he hadn't seen them. By this time my skirt was reduced to a broad belt around my waist.

I looked back at Joanne again. She had released the belt on her robe and pushed it aside so it covered nothing of consequence. The fingers of both hands were busy fondling her tiny tits, rubbing and pinching and pulling on the nipples. She was naked from the waist down but she had crossed her black nylon clad legs and was bouncing the foot of the upper leg in I suppose an expression of the passion that was creeping up on her. Who knows what she was thinking as she watched Duane insert first one and two fingers into my cunt causing me to gasp and break the erotic silence of the room.

Duane's fingers were very talented, long enough to reach deeply into my cunt and experienced enough to find and caress the most sensitive points within me. I was moaning softly now as Duane finger fucked me. That was when Joanne spoke up, the first voice heard since Duane had begun my foot massage. "Eat her Duane," she said. "Eat her pussy and make her scream. I know you can."

Duane dropped to his knees on the floor and rearranged me so my hips were on the edge of the couch, my legs widely spread with one foot on the couch cushion and the other resting on a coffee table. As he began to lick my pussy and continue his finger fucking I was looking over his head and shoulders with a perfect view of Joanne's reaction. She had spread her legs now and was stroking her gleaming pussy, casually masturbating as she watched her husband and me engaged in delicious oral sex. There was something so nasty about her thigh high black nylons and her black rimmed glasses. She looked like a school teacher sinking into depravity.

Duane was very talented. He brought me to a delicious little orgasm quite quickly. It wasn't like the earth shattering second orgasm I had experienced at the fund raiser... more like the first one causing me to gasp in pleasure. At about the same time I thought I heard a similar gasp from Joanne. Had she masturbated herself to orgasm watching her husband bring me off? I wasn't sure.

"Stand up Duane," she said. He rose to his feet as I sat up on the couch staring with lust at his delicious looking cock bobbing before me. I reached forward and begin to stroke it using both hands. That was when the erotic silence was broken again. "Suck it Susan," I heard Joeanne say. "But don't let him cum yet. Save that for later. Turn a bit to the side so I can watch."

Now I do love cock sucking. I always have. I won't say when I started but if my college had given a degree in cock sucking I would have graduated magna cum laude. There was just something about the power I felt I had over a man once I had his pants around his feet and his cock in my mouth. If I let him fuck me the power dynamic was reversed. Once he had his cock in my pussy he was in control. Besides, sucking a man's cock was just so... so wrong; so forbidden by everything the adult world had taught me about right and wrong and yet each time, there I was on my knees getting away with it and hearing him beg for more. Cock sucking was a great thing from my point of view.

So I began by licking Duane's beautiful cock from top to bottom, slathering it with my saliva while I continued to caress it with one hand, the other fondling his balls (my god he had big balls, I thought). My tongue caressed the head of the cock before me, so dark and proud mounted atop Duane's rigid shaft. When I licked the drop of pearly liquid leaking from the pee slot he gasped and placed his hands loosely on each side of my head. Then I opened my mouth and leaned forward to engulf the head, letting it's sensitive underside lie on the surface of my tongue while I twisted it to one side and the other dragging it against the inside of my cheeks.

"Deeper," I heard her say. "Suck it all the way in." I knew I couldn't do that. He was too big to swallow. I could do that but only with those tall thin cocks that impale your mouth and then throat like a lustful rapier. Duane's cock was not one of those. His was a bludgeon. But my experience with bludgeons was that their owners rarely complained if you brought them off and even less if you let them fuck you with that big, delicious tool. So I ignored Joanne, sucking Duane in until his tip reached the back of my mouth and then working him with a classic sucking combined with a two handed twisting stroke of the shaft remaining outside my head, all liberally lubricated with my ample saliva. Cock sucking always makes my mouth water. I never thought to inquire if that was normal or what?

I couldn't see Joanne with my face planted against Duane's groin, but she must have been satisfied because she let us go on for a long while before she said, "Duane, show me how you fucked her at the fund raiser." His cock, wet and gleaming, escaped from my mouth with a pop and bobbed before me. He reached out a hand and helped me to my feet. There was a bureau close by that was about the same height as the counter in the powder room had been. The bureau was positioned to give Joanne a perfect view of Duane and I from the side. I had shed my skirt as I walked across the room so I was now completely naked, as was Duane.

On reaching the bureau I leaned forward on my elbows, my legs spread and my ass sticking out. Stepping in behind me, Duane grabbed my hips and moved my ass to the height he wanted. I looked over my shoulder to see that Joanne, her legs spread widely and her fingers slowly sliding in and out of her gleaming cunt, had a fine view of my tits hanging down and Duane's bobbing cock positioned behind my ass. I could feel the head of that beautiful cock I had been sucking pushing for entry.

There was no need for lube this time as I was drenched with juices leaked from my pussy while I had sucked his cock. He slid in easily and slowly filling my cunt in the most delicious fashion. Once he reached the end I could feel his balls against my ass and his pubic bone pressing on my clit just as he had at the fund raiser. My god, Duane and I were a perfect fit. He held his position filling my cunt to perfection both of us blissfully enjoying the beginning of a fuck but this time feeling no need to hurry for fear of interruption as we had at the fund raiser. But the interruption came in any case with the voice of Joanne, "Go on Duane. Fuck her. Fuck her just like you did at the fund raiser. Make her cum but save yourself for more." Duane pretty much repeated our performance in the powder room starting with a slow rhythm matched by my reciprocal thrusts but soon increasing his pace and power in response to Joanne's command, "Harder Duane. Faster. Someone may catch you."

Duane responded to his wife's request and I soon found myself being pounded furiously by his big cock. I had no need to force a quick orgasm this time as I had done in the powder room because I had no concern with being interrupted by the lady of the house. In any case I could feel an orgasm creeping up on me and I soon came with a scream followed by a loud groan with each successive spasm of ecstasy. Duane kept pounding me, thrust after thrust, as my orgasm exploded through my body in a series of intense spasms. But unlike the powder room, when I collapsed onto the surface of the bureau Duane did not go limp. He stood holding my hips his still erect cock filling me as the futile aftershocks of my orgasm thrashed at it.

"Okay Susan, now show me how you would have liked to keep fucking him if you had had the time that night."

I was gasping for breath but I knew immediately what I wanted. I rose turning to face Duane, his hard cock, slippery with my juices, pressing against my belly. "I want to ride you Duane. Go lie on the couch and let me ride you." There are lots of positions I like to fuck in and the cowgirl position I was asking for is just one of them, a good one, but one among many. What I wanted was to be in a position where I could watch Joanne as I fucked her husband. I wanted to be able to watch her emotional reaction to what her husband I were doing right before her. Would she become jealous, aroused, or would she be a blank state watching without letting me see inside her?

I sat astride Duane fucking him furiously for at least 15 minutes, bring myself off to two more orgasms. Joanne was far from passive, lying on her back on the Eames chair masturbating furiously to one orgasm after another. The passive participant in our little trio was Duane. He massaged my tits when I put his hands there, he lifted his hips to match my fucking but not with the fury he had used pounding me earlier. In short he did everything Joanne or I directed, initiating nothing himself. He was more exciting than a dildo but for the most part he was just there while his wife and I drove ourselves to repeated orgasms. Honestly I didn't really notice about what Duane was doing until I thought about it later.

When I finally collapsed laying forward on Duane's chest gasping for breath. Joanne spoke up for the first time since we had moved to the couch (excluding gasps and screams associated with her orgasms. "Now cum on her Duane spray your cum all over her. This is the money shot Duane."

Duane picked me up and flipped me around so I was on my knees on the floor before him. I started to suck him, but Joeanne interrupted, "No hold your tits out and let him jerk off on them." He did just that, quickly spraying a giant load of hot slick pearly white cum across my chest with flecks hitting my face and my throat. Then he collapsed gasping for breath.

Later on (after a breather and more sex between Duane and I for Joanne's entertainment) I found myself sitting at a table in the kitchen with the two of them. Duane was, as he had been most of the evening, silent while I chatted with Joeanne about their security business.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.

"Only about a year. We bought the business when we came up from LA. We made the owner a good deal and kept him on as a consultant so this has been a learning year for us."

"I see. What did you do in LA?"

"Porn," said Duane, speaking up for the first time in half an hour of post coital chit chat.

"Porn?" I echoed.

Joeanne laughed. "Well I guess you've seen just about everything there is to see about us tonight. Yes we owned a small film production business that specialized in porn. Much of it was custom built for a stable of discerning clients who wanted something more than the usual mass produced material."

"So you were a porn actress?"

"Me? Of course not You saw my tits earlier this evening. Couldn't possibly do it. I did the production and direction. Duane was the talent."

"Well not just me. We had a stable of talented actors. You need good talent to produce the kind of films we were producing," he said in his longest comment of the evening.

My curiosity was raging. "So you would direct Duane in porn flics?" I asked.

"Yup. That's how I met him. He's very talented, but you already know that I guess."

"Uh yeah he is," I said thinking back on his seduction in the powder room of the fund raiser.

"And it didn't bother you to film Duane with other women?"

"I got used to it, and Duane was a dream to direct, great body, gorgeous dick that stays hard forever, and most valuable of all he follows directions well."

I laughed and leaned back saying, "Yeah I guess I noticed that tonight."

I took a long pull on my drink and then said, "But you seemed to be enjoying yourself tonight. You couldn't effectively direct if that was your reaction, could you?"

"Oh no. When you're on the set you have to be professional and bottle up any reaction you may be having. That's why Duane and I like to have an evening like tonight from time to time. I can let myself go and enjoy watching his skills. I just wish I had been able to watch him seduce you at the fund raiser."

"My god neither one of you pretended to even notice me as that evening ended. How do you do that?"

"Practice. I must admit the porn business was a great deal more interesting than the security business, but we left LA because the industry was changing. The Cam Girls are providing a level of competition even the big production companies can't meet. We still had a business that was worth something because of our select and specialized cliental but I could see the writing on the wall and we sold out while we could. Then we came up here and bought our security and surveillance company."

"But there is no sex in that," I said.

"No, but there is money," Joanne responded. "Spying on people pays very well. Much better than fucking."

Duane