Promotions Pt. 01

All characters in this story who engage in sexual activities are over the age of 18 years old.

The characters Sonya and James appear in my first story "Friday Playdate," but that story is not related to "Promotions" and can be considered a separate story.

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PROMOTIONS, Part 1:

Dreams & Fantasies

"That was a pretty good movie. Wha'd you guys think?" James asked as he folded up the pizza boxes.

"It was great!!!" replied the two young superheroes wearing matching caped uniforms. They just finished watching the latest movie about their favorite superhero and were now pretending to fight some invisible foe while reciting their hero's catchphrases. The mother of the pint-sized titans was picking up the throw pillows that covered the living room floor where the they had sat.

Friday superhero movie night- when you absolutely, positively want to keep the kids awake, for whatever reason, thought James.

After defeating the monster that was rampaging through the living room, the boys began a spirited debated about which of their hero's abilities was best.

"Supersonic speed!"

"No, super atomic strength!"

"Obviously, X-ray vision," whispered James as he walked up behind his wife and squeezed her butt. She jumped a little bit.

"Stop," Sonya whispered back, though she didn't move away.

The 2 boys started running around, billowing their capes with their hands.

"OK, boys, before you fly away, remember your cousins are coming tomorrow to pick you up."

"Yay! Beach!" Sonya's sister was renting a beach house for a week. Her kids wanted to spend time with their cousins, so she invited them to come along. Unfortunately, Sonya's and James's schedules wouldn't allow them to go. Sonya just got promoted after only 2 years at her organization, so she was still busy getting adjusted to her new position. James's company was getting ready for the demonstration flight of it's new airplane, which was always a busy time. Her sister offered to take their two boys with them anyway.

"Go upstairs, guys, it's time to sleep. If you wake up late, you're cousins might leave without you, and that won't be fun."

Then she added in Korean: "Yang-chi-hae (Brush your teeth)."

"OK, mom," said Jimmy Jr, grabbing his little brother Andrew's hand and leading him upstairs. In a few minutes, the parents heard the sound of running water and 2 high-pitched voices still arguing the merits of speed vs strength.

Sonya turned and walked towards her husband. Her superhero uniform tonight was a chest-hugging tank top, short shorts, and a playful, come-hither look on her face.

"Are you sad we're not going with them?" she asked, placing her arms around his neck. James dismissed the idea with a shrug of his shoulders, but she knew better.

"We'll be alone for a whole week," she pointed out with some mischief in her voice.

"So...?" he replied, indifferently while his hands resumed massaging her rump.

"I'm just saying," she teased back. She turned and walked upstairs, giving him a good look at her butt swaying side to side as she ascended. She was so going to have fun with him this whole week.

******

With the boys asleep, they were finally able to get ready for bed themselves. She untied her hair which fell just below her shoulders, then pulled off her shirt. Standing in front of the mirror in her bra and shorts, she looked herself over.

Sometimes she felt a little apprehensive about her looks, but not today. She lost all of her baby fat, and her girl-next-door cuteness was replaced by a grown-up elegance that, according to her husband, made makeup an afterthought. Her black hair fell just below her shoulders and had a slight waviness that blended in with the curve of her cheekbones. James always said that hair was a woman's natural makeup- it could give her so many different looks to keep things exciting.

Her chest was the next item for her review. She gladly noted that her breasts felt fuller after two pregnancies. "Two perfect handfuls," he described them. She squeezed her breasts together to exaggerate her cleavage. She had to admit, they did look (and feel) nice.

"See? I told you- you still look hot," said a grinning James. She saw him in the mirror walking up behind her. He gave her waist a gentle squeeze.

"OK, I see you what you mean," she replied, turning her body to each side in front of the mirror, just to make sure. "Is this what people mean when a woman is called a MILF?"

He laughed in surprise. "Where did you learn that word?"

"I'm just trying to learn new things," she turned to him, showing off her globes.

His eyes were fixed on her chest. "Sorry, did you say something?"

"Never mind." She always played along with his jokes, no matter how immature.

"Here, let me help." He undid her bra and shorts, dropping them to the floor. He then turned her around so she could look at herself again.

"Thank you... I guess," she laughed. Any chance he could get... You don't have to worry about your looks as long as he keeps doing this, she silently told her reflection.

As if to emphasize this point, his hands reached from behind and cupped her breasts. "Time for your massage, Ms Kim."

Friday nights were reserved for massages. She loved receiving them from him, and he loved giving them to her. She spread a towel on the bed and started to lay down on it.

"Wait a sec," he held up his hand. "You're not properly dressed."

Pretending to be flustered, she turned her back to him and slowly peeled off her black thong, her hips doing that swaying motion again. The barely-there piece of clothing contrasted with her pale white skin. As she bent over to push her panties all the way down, he saw her lips (the ones between her legs) smiling at him.

He smiled back. "OK, ready?"

"I'm yours," she replied with modesty, her hands barely covering her breasts and pussy.

"WOW. You are such a Jezebel," James told his wife, eliciting a delighted giggle.

Sonya lay down on her stomach. She turned her head sideways while James finished getting ready. A few seconds later, she felt him climb onto the bed. He moved her legs together so he could straddle her.

A cold liquid landed between her shoulder blades with an obscene spurting sound as he squeezed the tube of massage lotion. Then the pressure came- gently but increasing in intensity and spreading outwards. James knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure with his hands, somewhere between "this feels so good" and "this is starting to hurt." She loved the feeling of the cold cream and his warm hands. His hands moved in widening circles, reaching the outside of her breasts. Occasionally, his slippery fingers would reach a little farther and tickle her nipples, causing her to shudder with glee.

The stretching came next. He placed her her hands behind her back, so that her arms formed a diamond. Pulling her elbows up toward the ceiling, he stretched and lifted her shoulders off the bed. Her head tilted back, reflexively following her shoulders.

He then reached under her arms and pulled her shoulders and chest up even more. When did he become such an expert on the female body? she thought to herself.

"Unghh." She couldn't decide if this was joy or torture. Whichever it was, it felt REALLY good.

He started working on her lower back.

"Doing OK?"

"Mmm hmm. You're so good. How did you learn to do this?" she replied lazily.

"Online... YouTube and stuff."

"Oh? You should've been a masseuse." She slurred her words like she had a little too much to drink.

"Maybe I should. Can I have only female clients?"

"If it makes your massages even better, OK."

Then her head popped up off the pillow. "But I would supervise."

"So... you want to watch, then. Got it."

"What do you mean? It's just a massage," she responded coyly in her little-girl voice.

"Yup."

Sonya knew what made him tick. It was fun to tease him like that. She could imagine the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he could make this newly-approved side hustle work.

He could devise some audacious plans. This one didn't take long.

"I guess I'll need a proper massage table, the one with a hole you can stick your face through, so you can breathe face down."

"Ok." She waited to hear what was next.

"I'll also need to advertise," he continued. "And word of mouth is a good way to do that. It'd be easier to have people you already know as your first customers." He paused.

"So, we can start with your friends." All said in a pragmatic manner.

Oooh, she didn't see this one coming.

"You want to massage... my friends... so that you can get more women to massage? You are creative, if nothing else."

"It's for you. You said you wanted to watch-"

"Supervise."

"Uh huh."

"What about men?"

He thought about it for a second. "Ehhhh, I don't think I'd want men watching me. The women probably wouldn't want other men watching, either."

"Of course." She settled her head back onto her pillow.

Somehow, she loved how he could come up with crazy ideas that no one would expect from him. But they both knew this plan wouldn't happen. Probably.

"Is there something you've dreamed of doing while having sex?" he asked.

Got him, she thought.

"So your massage plan IS about sex. I knew it!"

"You're dodging the question."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

"Fine. YOU'RE my dream," she replied in a fake swooning voice, followed by giggling.

He retaliated by squeezing her buttocks extra hard, eliciting a yelp from her. So far, she always managed to avoid the question. It's not as if she were new to sex, but after all these years, he still couldn't get her to answer.

After she got all the giggling out of her system, she turned a little to look at him. "What's your dream? A threesome maybe?" she smiled with raised eyebrows.

He chuckled. "Wait a sec. MILF, threesome- where are you learning all these words? I thought you were innocent and pure."

"All Korean women are. But we're also smart. I know it's a fantasy for men, right?"

Though James was sitting on top of her, Sonya had him right where she wanted him. He was most assuredly now on the defensive. He considered what the best possible response was.

"Yeah, I guess."

"You're lucky you have soft hands."

"Rough, rugged hands," he reminded her, jiggling her butt.

"Yes, rough, rugged hands," she replied. More swooning.

It was a running joke that James's hands were as soft as hers and never formed callouses, no matter what he tried to do. But there was no joking about the rest of him. He was like the teddy bear she had when she was a little girl, the one she hugged all the time. His shoulders were a favorite place to lay her head on.

And his dimpled boyish smile? Always an attention grabber.

This teddy bear also had a butt that was a nice place for her to grab, if his cock didn't get in the way.

He finished up her back rub with a slap to her ass. "OK, all done."

""Already?" Still laying on her stomach, her hand reached blindly towards him and found his erection, sticking out of his boxers. He was oozing. "I need more of THIS lotion," she purred.

He flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs. She had to stifle a surprised laugh in case one of the kids was awake. James took off his shirt and boxers and moved on top of her.

"Come here," she said, hugging her life-size teddy bear- a teddy bear that loved to fuck.

******

Hana, Sonya's sister, arrived with her family at 8:00 AM. The boys were all ready and ran to their car to say hi to their cousins.

"Good morning!" she greeted them cheerfully. David, her husband, walked up to the front door to pick up the boys' suitcase.

"Looks like I'll have all the fish to myself, James. There's supposed to be a lot of bluefish where we're staying. 'Sure you can't come, at least for a day?"

"I wish. I almost want you to take my rods so they can at least catch something," lamented James.

"Well, with your boys I'll have twice the help reeling in the Big One."

"Good luck, they're good at tangling up fishing lines."

"Thanks again for offering to take them on your vacation. We really wanted to go," added Sonya.

"Awww, no problem. They're really well-behaved, they can almost watch themselves," Hana observed to her older sister.

"You ARE going to watch them, right?" asked Sonya.

"David will watch them while I lay in the sand in my bikini," she replied while striking a glamour pose, then laughed as she walked to their car.

"Don't gross out my husband, gumiho."

"Try not to miss me, we're going to return them in a week," she called over shoulder.

With Hana and the kids off to the beach, Sonya and James decided to start their weekend. As much as Sonya loved being a mother of two boys, she also loved going out with James, just the two of them. She wanted to pack as much activity and go to as many places as they could. He was more than willing to follow.

First stop was the gym. A good number of people were already there, but they didn't have to wait to use any of the equipment. Sonya loved to plan vacations, and as they started their workout, she was talking about why a trip through the Adriatic Sea would be such a good idea.

They were doing arm curls when Sonya piped up. "What do you think of Sofia?"

"Sofia? The city in Bulgaria?" he asked. Bulgaria wasn't near the Adriatic.

"No, my friend Sofia."

"Oh. What about her?"

"Your massage plan. How about her as your first customer?"

"Are you talking about last night? I thought you were joking around."

"No, I'm serious. I think she'd be a good way to start," she proposed.

"Why do you say that?"

"She's been complaining about her neck lately. She says it feels stiff and sore all the time. I love it when you massage my neck. You'd be perfect for her."

"I didn't know you were really thinking about it," he laughed. Then he paused for a second, looking doubtful. "I don't know... I'm not a real massage therapist. I only learned it to get you in the mood. Maybe she should get a real massage."

She rolled her eyes. "OK, it does get me in the mood, too. But think about it. You are pretty good with your hands, you know," she replied.

She moved to a treadmill while he kept lifting weights. It was always an ego boost to know that Sonya really enjoyed having him work her over. He didn't think that he was THAT good, but apparently she did.

Sofia was one of Sonya's good friends. She got together with Sofia and the rest of her Korean girlfriends frequently, but he met her only a few times before. Though she seemed like a nice person, he didn't really know her well enough to feel comfortable giving her a massage (even if Sonya did suggest it). More than that, the idea of touching another woman semi-intimately felt a little... wrong?

He didn't know how to explain it to her without sounding like a creep, so he kept that reasoning to himself. He wondered why she brought her up.

Maybe I'm over-thinking it, he contemplated. Maybe it's awkward because I'm a guy, and guys are stupid for connecting sex to everything; whereas for a woman, a massage was just a massage.

In any case, she was apparently planning a trip to Europe, so now he had to start saving money.

He joined her on the adjacent treadmill and started his run as well. After they finished up, they showered and changed at the gym. Next stop was lunch.

The cafe was only a couple of blocks from the gym, so they walked over. She wore dark sunglasses, and her hair was tied into a ponytail. A long white sundress outlined her curves very flatteringly; a slit that reached up to mid-thigh made things even more interesting. He made a mental note to dress more nicely while walking next to her.

It was relatively cool for mid-summer, so they were seated outside under a covered patio. After ordering, they settled into their lunch date. She was in a giddy mood.

"Aahh, this is so much fun, not having to worry about the kids. It's only noon and we can do whatever we want!" She was bouncing in her seat.

"Feels like when we were still in college," he laughed. Her mood was contagious.

"I know! I think we're going to have a better time this week than my sister," she said hopefully. "Let's go to the Riverfront and take a walk after lunch. We haven't been there in a while."

"The place we went to on our first date?"

She leaned forward in her seat. "YES! You remember!"

"Yeah, I remember. I tried giving you a piggy back ride on the grass."

"And you had a hard time carrying me!" she said indignantly. "We almost fell in front of all those people. I was so embarrassed," she laughed.

"Actually you weren't heavy. I was trying to impress you, and I just overestimated myself. I admit, I was trying to see what your body felt like without being too obvious."

"Oh, I know."

"Really? You knew? And you still got on my back?"

She gave him a knowing look. "Maybe I wanted to let you."

They got tears in their eyes from laughing at their own immature selves.

"I do remember feeling sore for a few days after that. I tried really hard not to let you fall," he pointed out.

She rested her chin on her palm. "If only I knew how to massage you, I could have given you a back rub."

"Hmmm," he smiled at the thought.

The server brought their orders out. A few bites into their lunch, James changed the subject.

"So, what gave you the idea that I should give Sofia a massage anyway?"

"I told you, her neck's been bothering her. And I think you'd do a good job."

"Personally, I think massage feels good when hands are directly on the skin. But, if she's fully clothed, it probably won't feel as good."

"You mean you weren't going to have her undressed?"

He looked surprised. "Wouldn't that be awkward?"

"Why?" she asked with a quizzed look.

"I mean, I've met her, but we don't really know each other well enough in that way. Won't she feel awkward being undressed?"

"But it's just a massage. I don't think she'd be embarrassed," she retorted.

"Still-"

"What about Christine, then?"

James stopped in mid-chew and looked at her.

"She always tells me what a great husband you are, so we know she likes you already. Plus, she has a nice figure."

"Holy crap, Sonya!" He laughed and shook his head. "You're actually tempting me to massage your friend?!"

"Wasn't that what we talked about? Your plan?"

"Yeah, but we also talked about- " he lowered his voice and looked around to see if anyone might overhear them- "we also talked about threesomes. Are we supposed to do that, too?"

She paused. "We can, but we don't have to."

"And you wouldn't mind?" he chuckled.

"Not if everyone is ok with it," she replied matter-of-factly.

He shook his head, laughing, and took a sip of his water. When he set his glass down, he saw Sonya still looking at him expectantly.

"Oh, you're serious," he said incredulously. "You... want to have a threesome... with one of your friends?" He stared at her. "Where is this idea coming from?"

"I told you. You're good with your hands." She smiled and leaned forward. "You also told me your fantasy," she whispered.

"But I didn't know...," he shook his head. "... I didn't think you'd actually be interested." Suddenly, all sorts of questions popped into his head.

Sonya laughed a little. "I'm sorry, I'm not getting my point across too well." She smiled and paused to give him time to figure it out on his own.

The fog started to clear up. Whenever he thought hard about something, he would stare blankly, just like now. She watched him as he tried to sum up the situation.

"Sonya, you're asking me if I want to massage your friend...," he looked at her for confirmation.

She smiled and nodded.

"... and it can go beyond that..."

More nodding.

"... and you would be part of it?"

She beamed and nodded her head emphatically.

"Oh my god." James leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath. "But I still don't know what made you come up with this idea. There must be another reason other than 'because I'm good at it.' "

Sonya sat silently.

"I thought Sofia was married," he wondered aloud. "Why not her husband? Or a female masseuse?"

"Well, one, she knows you. A female masseuse would be a stranger and be even more awkward. Two, I think her husband is why she's having neck problems," she reasoned. "She's very stressed these days."

He suspected there was more to her answer, but she didn't seem ready to delve into it. He had other questions, too, so he decided not to press further for the time being.

She sat silently for several seconds, thinking how else to answer him. The look on her face turned serious.

She looked down as she spoke softly. "You've told me that you weren't doing the kind of work that you wanted, and that there was an opening in another office that suited you better. Do you remember?"

He nodded.

"You wanted to transfer and thought you had a good chance of getting in. You were excited about it."

"Yeah." A look of concern came across his face.

"When I accepted the promotion, I knew my hours would keep you from being able to take that job. And because of that, you wouldn't be as happy as you could be. Because of me."

After a while, she lifted her face. "When we talked about fantasies, I found a way to make it up to you."

"By having a threesome? Don't take this the wrong way, but I didn't think you even knew the word."

She grinned proudly. "Actually, while I was waiting for my promotion interview, I read an article in a magazine about men's fantasies, and that's where I learned about threesomes. Honestly, I was worried you'd pick one of the other fantasies."

"So, you want to give me a chance to have a threesome, because you thought I resented your promotion?"

She nodded.

"But you earned it. And I don't deserve a better job any more than you do."

"So you wouldn't like to have one?" she asked, sounding dispirited.

"I always assumed that you wouldn't be interested in that," he admitted a little bashfully.

She remained silent. He ruminated some more and made a realization. He reasoned out the whole thing to himself: "She's asking you to help her friend, and she's offering you a chance to have some fun, too, because she's worried about you. And now she's worried you might reject her for it. Don't be an ass," he told himself. He couldn't believe his conclusion.

He spoke haltingly. "I'm sorry, Sonya, please tell me if I have this right. This... is an apology... because you were worried that you made me unhappy. So, if I rejected this... I would be rejecting you and your apology."

She blinked at him nervously.

"Sonya, I didn't know you felt that way. I'm sorry if I made you think I was unhappy with you. You've always made me happy... whatever you've done, I've always ended up being happy." He reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

"I'm not going to reject you. I don't want to do that to you. I'll do what I can to help Sofia."

She let out a deep sigh, relieved that her worst fear didn't happen. "Thank you, James. I'm so happy you didn't turn me down. I know it's asking a lot, but I know you can help."

"I've never been asked to help this way, but since you're asking, I'll try my best."

"I know you will, James. You're a gentleman and a sweetie at heart."

He leaned back in his seat. "I still have some questions, I just don't know which ones to ask first," he nervously laughed, unconsciously scratching his head.

"Yes, I know," she nodded. "We'll work on it together, don't worry." Then she placed her hand on top of his and cracked a smile. "Hana was worried you wouldn't agree to it."

"HANA?" His eyes grew big.

"Just kidding, I didn't tell her!" she laughed, covering her mouth.

"Jeez, Sonya! You are a slippery one."

She made a scrunchy face.

It took them a couple of minutes to get their bearings. Then the obvious question came up. "How do you know she'll say yes, and what about her husband?"

"When was the last time you saw her husband? Some of my friends, their husbands are missing in action with their mistresses."

"Really? So that's why she's stressed? She hides it well. Did you actually talk about this with her already?"

"The massage? Not yet, but we talk about our husbands when the girls get together. They do most of the talking. I don't tell them much, just that you're such a cute teddy bear and give great massages." She reached across the table and pinched his cheek. "Sofia feels pretty bad these days. I hope you can at least help her feel better in some way, even if it's just a massage."

"Still, she's married."

"We can start with just the massage for now. See what happens later. Maybe it would help you feel more comfortable if you massage someone else before Sofia. Do you know anyone else that might say yes?"

"No, everyone I know is married."

"Well, I'm having lunch with her on Tuesday, so we have a couple of days to think more about it."

James looked out at the people walking past the cafe. He definitely didn't expect that their lunchtime conversation would be about this.

"But you still haven't told me what your fantasy is," he pointed out.

"My poor baby," she cooed, squeezing his hand. "I promise, I'll tell you sometime. But now we're talking about you. And me. And Sofia."

"Didn't you say all Korean women are 'pure and innocent?'" he asked disarmingly.

"Yes... but we're still women."

"I guess you're OK with her being married? And being with a girl?"

"Intimately?" She frowned. "I don't like her husband at all. He treats her badly, and he has no reason to do that. She's a really good person, so, no, I don't mind being with her, if it helps her feel happy. I just hate it when my friends are sad." He could hear the earnestness in her voice.

"Sorry, I didn't know it really bothered you." He sighed. "OK, we'll see what happens by Tuesday." Suddenly he perked up. "You said you were happy that I didn't pick another fantasy."

"Uh huh."

"Like what?"

Sonya blushed slightly. "Like anal, peeing on your partner- I don't get it, and it sounds messy. Or the one with four letters, you know, handcuffs... B... S... D... "

"BDSM."

"Right."

James wished his lunch came with some Tylenol to take care of the mental whiplash he had just endured. And it was barely past noon.

******

The Riverfront.

It had been a few years since they visited the Riverfront area just by themselves. People visited the various brick facade shops lining the river, picnicked on the grassy areas, or just strolled the two-and-a-half mile concrete path. A tram traversed the area and periodically stopped to pick up and drop off passengers.

Sonya's dress billowed in the breeze as they walked along the water's edge, taking in the scenery. Some powerboats made their way toward the open ocean several miles away. A few sailboats meandered down stream at a more leisurely pace, headed nowhere in particular. A group of children took turns feeding the seagulls. Occasionally the gulls crowded around the children, who then ran away in an explosion of squawking, laughter, and feathers.

Now that the initial shock from Sonya's proposal was gone, James felt much more at ease, maybe even a bit of anticipation.

"Don't get mad, but I'm actually excited about meeting up with Sofia." They held hands as they walked.

"Why would I be mad? It was my idea, or OUR idea," she pointed out. "I'm glad you're comfortable with it."

"Yeah, but I also feel like I'm taking advantage of her."

"I know, but trust me, she already feels that way because of her husband. She wants nothing to do with him. She just wants to take care of herself now."

"And that's what you're asking me to do?"

"Yes." She rubbed his hand with hers. "Let her tell you what she wants. And if there's something you're not comfortable with, that's OK. I trust you."

He nodded, but inside he had to admit that he didn't fully know the lengths Sonya would go for her friend. He decided not to show his ignorance and just followed his wife's lead. "Why did you mention Christine anyway, if you're worried about Sofia?"

She looked embarrassed. "Honestly, I thought you were going to say no, so I thought Christine might convince you to at least try."

He glanced at her sideways. "She might not like being talked about that way."

"Oh, no, actually, she probably would! She really does like you. And she likes to show off her body."

He broke into a wide grin. "Sonya, what the hell do you and your girlfriends talk about? I need to listen to your conversations."

"Why?" she laughed.

"Women talking about sex and their bodies? Definitely sounds interesting."

"Really?! And men don't do the same?"

"I don't talk about other guys' bodies, no."

"Pssh. OK, fair enough, but what's so intriguing about women talking about sex?" she asked skeptically.

"Maybe it's because women don't talk about it outside of their friend circle. It's like looking at a painting of a nude: an artificial pose seems so stiff and boring. A candid pose looks much more natural and more engaging."

Sonya listened closely. "People look at the candid pose and think, 'what is she doing, what's happening here?' It gets people thinking and interested in the image. Women talking about sex is like that candid pose. At least for me."

"True, very true." She chuckled and leaned in to kiss his cheek, her breast brushing against his arm. "My husband is such a philosopher."

"Since we agree that I'm a deep and sensitive guy, can we talk more about Christine and her body?"

"Another time. Maybe you'll get to see her instead of just talking about her," she teased.

"Now you've made me curious- have you seen her naked?"

She paused before answering.

"Another time." She had a mysterious grin like the Mona Lisa. And just like Da Vinci's painting, she wasn't going to tell what she was grinning about either.

The walking path jutted out into the river where some benches gave visitors an almost 360-degree view of the water. James pointed to them.

"Our favorite bench!" he exclaimed. He sped up, pulling Sonya by her hand.

"No! Please, don't remind me," she pulled back.

One night, they had walked to this very location. Many of the shops were already closed, and there weren't many people around. No one was sitting on the benches so they decided to enjoy the view all by themselves. The city lights were reflected on the water. Every once in a while, they heard the bell from a buoy ringing somewhere in the dark.

The area around the benches wasn't lit, and their hands roamed over each other. It only took a small effort for Sonya to lift up her skirt, pull down her panties, and sit on his lap. Soon, James was inside her, sliding his hardened shaft in and out. His hands were already under her bra and playing with her nipples.

They tried not to make noise to keep from attracting attention. They were edging to a mutual climax when they heard a voice behind them.

"Ma'am, are you ok?" a male voice asked. The voice sounded annoyed. A police officer was making his rounds and had approached the benches when he saw a shadow moving oddly.

The voice caught them by surprise. Sonya gasped, clenched her pussy on James's cock, and partially stood up from his lap. The sensation was too much for James. A split second later, she felt something warm on her ass as he sprayed his semen all over her, her panties, and the inside of her skirt.

"Yes, sir, I'm fine, thank you," she replied as she tried to straighten out her dress. James tried to zip up his pants as discreetly as possible. He didn't know what to say, so he just nodded at the officer who stood a respectful distance away, so as not to embarass them any further.

"OK, just checking. You two should go somewhere else."

"OK, thank you," they replied. Thanks for not giving us a citation, they thought.

They drove back to his apartment. She was worried about going back home with a large stain on a suspicious location on her skirt, so they put her clothes in the laundry.

Which meant she had to get naked again.

So they had sex. Again.

A sharp elbow to his ribs pulled him out of his blissful reverie and brought him back to the present.

"I know what you're thinking. We're NOT doing that again."

"I don't think we can," he pointed ruefully at a lamppost. It was installed sometime after their indiscretion and now kept the area well lit at night.

"Good for them," she crowed.

Before heading home, they stopped by an ice cream shop. On the way back to their car, they saw a man walking in the opposite direction. What they noticed most about him were the two women on either side of him. Two attractive women.

One of the women, a brunette, noticed Sonya and James looking at her and her companions. She smiled at the two of them as they passed by.

"Is that supposed to be us In the future?" he joked.

"Maybe," she replied before licking an errant drop of ice cream running down the side of her ice cream cone.

******

After they got back home, James cleaned up the boys' rooms, then read through his email. Apparently, the company decided to delay the maiden flight of the new plane by one week so that some last minute adjustments could be made. The work didn't involve his department, so he effectively had nothing to do until it was completed. Since it was summer, his supervisor told him and his coworkers that they could work from home during the coming week to catch up on other less-pressing work.

Sonya's office wasn't too busy during this time of year, so she planned to go into the office for only a couple of hours a day to get acclimated before her official start as Senior Advisor for Overseas Partner Development.

It turned out they would have their own mini vacation at home after all.

With fewer things at work competing for his attention, he leaned back on the couch, looking out at the backyard. His mind drifted back to their discussion, trying to imagine what might happen over the next few days. Did he consider everything? He couldn't really bounce ideas off his colleagues to get their opinions. This was much too personal to discuss with them. He would have to feel his way through this and sort it out as he went along.

His wife just told him that he could touch another woman in a more-than-casual manner that could lead to something involving all three of them. He didn't know if he should feel like Christopher Columbus discovering the New World, or the Titanic running at high speed in a dark ocean full of icebergs.

And the woman whom she suggested was her own friend! He had to admit that Sofia was attractive. She was actually very pretty, and not intimidatingly so. Slightly taller and a few years younger than Sonya, she could have passed for Sonya's sister the way she kept her hair in a long bob.

And she wasn't pretentious just because of her looks. Sofia talked easily with anyone. She was also quick to laugh at a joke, particularly the raunchy ones. Her looks lured men to her, her personality is what got them hooked. Except for the guy that she married.

Up to now, James hadn't imagined her nude. He knew Sofia enjoyed exercising, because he sometimes saw her at the gym, but never with her husband. Come to think about it, she did wear those tights last time... Thinking about her now, he suspected she looked as good naked as Sonya did. And while he was at it, he could say the same about the rest of her friends, since she brought them up anyway.

"Slow down, speedy, this isn't about seeing your wife's friend naked," he reminded himself. It wasn't guaranteed that it would even happen. Sonya asked him to do this for her friend. She was doing this because she loved her friend and wanted to help her in some way. When he considered it from that perspective, it made sense.

Sonya knew Sofia better than he did, so why should he doubt her? The next step was inviting Sofia, and this would be solely in Sonya's hands.

He had just one more thing to do: try to forget that he just compared Sofia to his sister-in-law.

Just as he caught himself getting aroused, he received a text from Hana. Sonya was included on the text as well.

Hana: "Arrived at the beach. House looks wonderful!"

She included a picture of the house from the outside and a view of the water.

James: "Looks great. Have fun!"

He saw Hana typing some more.

Hana: "Miss you already"

She pasted a sad face emoji, then a picture of Andrew smiling and wearing his bathing suit. Around him were all his clothes spread over the floor of the bedroom. James grinned and noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look.

"Hello, gomdori."

Sonya stood at the entrance to the living room. She was wearing a white lace teddy and matching thigh-high leggings. Her hair was tied up and the slanting light from the late afternoon sun lit up her body.

"I hope you like it," she twirled daintily to give him a good look all around. Her black pubic hair and pink nipples were visible under the lace. Her buttocks quivered delicately as she turned around. The huge smile on his face gave his answer. She walked over to the couch and sat on his lap facing him.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable today. I didn't mean to. I love you too much to do that."

James's immediate thought was to fondle her, but there would be time for that shortly. He held her face in his hands.

"Saranghae," he mouthed to her.

She leaned in and kissed him. Her hands unbuttoned his shorts while he pulled off his shirt. She felt the bulge already pushing from inside his shorts. She massaged his growing hardness as he pulled her teddy down off her shoulders, revealing her ripe nipples. One hand squeezed one of her breasts; his mouth took care of the other.

"Hmmm," she moaned softly. They had no worries right now other than to pleasure each other. He lifted his hips and pulled down his boxers, freeing his erection. He was fully erect, his tip glistening and wavering with each breath.

Sonya knelt on the carpet between his knees and held her husband's shaft, gazing at it: his dark red color, purpled with veins, the earthy musk filling her nose.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled as she took a tiny lick of his tip.

"Mmmm, better than ice cream," she purred.

She lapped the small clear drop at his head and began milking him with her hand, coaxing more of the fluid out of him. His breathing got louder.

She turned to look at his penis. It twitched in her hand, as if wanting attention.

"Keep going, Sonya," he murmured. Then in one motion, she took as much of his length as she could into her mouth.

"Unhhh...," James groaned as he felt the back of Sonya's throat. Her head bobbed up and down as her lips squeezed his shaft. He moved his hips to match her rhythm. His cock became slick with a mixture of her saliva and his own precum. The slurping sounds were dotted with her own whimpering whenever he went a little too deep into her. As her throat adjusted to his penetration, her moans turned to sounds of pleasure.

She reached down between her legs and felt the wetness forming on her teddy. She pulled it aside and inserted a finger inside herself.

"Oh, I'm sooo wet," she said breathlessly. In and out, she worked her finger as she licked the length of his shaft, her tongue flicking his glans at the very top. His hands cradled her head, brushing aside a stray lock of hair from her face.

She released him from her mouth and stood in front of him, peeling off her lingerie. Only her leggings remained. She sat back down on his lap; he watched her breasts sway gently while she reached up to undo her hair.

Sonya's hands then moved down to her pussy and spread her labia. Her lips glistened in the afternoon light.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked coyly.

"Oh god, Sonya," he exhaled. More than making love, Sonya was seducing him.

The faint, sweet scent of her pussy instantly triggered a rush of anticipation. Pressing her clitoris against his cock, she moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her swollen button against his shaft. His hands gripped her buttocks and pulled her harder against himself.

She felt a growing heat inside her stomach, fed by the rubbing of his cock against her pussy. Though they were alone, she pursed her lips trying not to make a sound, until she couldn't any longer. Her mouth popped open, gasping.

"Oh, James... ungghh... ungghh," she squealed with each thrust of her hips.

The throbbing in his crotch grew stronger. He wanted more. James lifted her off his lap. Sonya moved over his erection and, holding him in position, guided him inside her. Her mouth gaped wider as she sat down on his shaft.

James drove through her moistness and held still for a second when he couldn't go any deeper. She was warm, soft, and inviting inside. She felt his penis twitching inside her from his muscle contractions.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned as she tightened her own muscles, clenching her pussy firmly around his shaft.

Their lips came together in a deep kiss as his hands squeezed her breasts. Sonya gasped as his mouth traveled down to her chest and licked each of her globes. He then gently flicked her breasts, wet with his saliva, with his thumbs until her nipples swelled like gum drops. She felt electricity with each stroke of his fingers.

Sonya gripped his shoulders to steady herself as she rode him. Her moans echoed through the house as she got closer to her edge.

She could feel his cock going further up into her with each thrust. It felt like he could reach all the way to her chest. She pushed down harder, taking all of him in.

"Oh god, James, this is so good... oh shit... uhh... uunhhh... I'm coming..."

"I have you Sonya..."

Her body convulsed in his arms, as she held tightly onto his shoulders. She buried her head in his neck, screaming lustfully. A second later, she felt warmth flooding inside her as he came. He grunted as he thrusted into her pussy.

They held each other, riding the waves of their climax, hoping there would be no end. As the rush of their orgasm waned, they sat motionless, letting their breathing slow down.

"Saranghae," she whispered.

"I love you, too," he whispered back as he kissed her neck.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, still in a whisper, her head still on his shoulder.

"I haven't heard you curse during sex before," he grinned.

She sat up and looked up at him slyly.

"Some orgasms deserve special recognition." She kissed him on the lips.

Sonya grabbed some tissue from the lamp table, placing it under her vagina to keep their fluids from spilling. They chuckled at how awkward this part always seemed to be.

She rolled off his lap and curled up against him with her eyes closed and his arm around her. They sat naked together on the couch, still catching their breath.

James gazed contentedly at his wife's body: her hand scratching his stomach, her hair partially covering her face, the rise and fall of her chest.

"Sonya?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you another question about Sofia?"

"Mmm hmm. What is it?"

"I asked you if you were OK being with another woman; you said you were, if it makes her happy. Does that mean Sofia doesn't have sex with her husband?"

Sonya was quiet for a few seconds.

"She told me that they haven't been intimate in almost a year. One time, the girls were talking about their families and she wasn't saying much."

"She doesn't have children."

"Yes, we just assumed they weren't planning to have children, or maybe they had fertility problems. No one wanted to ask her something so personal."

"Hmmm," he acknowledged.

"She later told me the real reason. When she found out he had a mistress, she tried to talk to him, but he didn't want to hear anything about it. She tried other things to try to keep him, but he wasn't interested. She wants to have children someday, but definitely not with him."

"Oh, I didn't know it was that serious."

"No one else knows about this, so don't tell anyone," she implored. "I'm telling you since I'm asking you to help her."

"Sonya, I've never helped someone this way. What if she ends up getting more hurt? She's young and pretty- she doesn't want a divorce and just start over?"

"Sofia feels so useless and embarassed now. If she got a divorce, she would feel like a failure on top of that. For many women, divorce is a no-win situation; they're looked at like damaged goods afterwards- no one wants them. Can you imagine how hopeless she must feel if that's what she has to look forward to?"

James felt it was better for him to stay silent, so he just squeezed her shoulder.

"I've known her since college. She's such a nice person. We all thought she would have the brightest future out of all of us. She doesn't deserve this."

She sighed before continuing.

"I'm worried too, but I'm scared about not doing anything and watching her try to deal with it all by herself."

Sonya's phone started buzzing on the table next to the couch. She rolled onto his lap again to reach for her phone, placing her boobs right in front of him. He began fondling her again.

She answered her phone. "Hello? Naomi! Hi, how are you?!"

She spoke in Korean. From her tone, she seemed surprised then excited, but James couldn't tell what they were talking about. He focused on licking and sucking her nipples. Every now and then, Sonya would scratch his head and smile at him while she spoke on the phone.

As she spoke, her free hand moved down to his penis, half-flaccid but still sticky with their fluids. He let go of her breasts and sat back to watch her. As she continued talking on her phone, she started stroking him, her eyes locked onto his. A surprised look was replaced by an eager smile on his face. It didn't take long for him to get hard again.

When he was ready, he lifted her off his lap again, and she positioned herself. James lowered her hips. Luckily, Sonya wasn't talking to her friend at that moment; her mouth fell open as her pussy was penetrated a second time. Her face contorted with an almost-pained expression. She covered her mouth with her hand in case her friend heard her moan.

Sonya slowly gyrated her hips while she sat on him, still carrying on her conversation. She could hear the wet sound of his cock churning his semen and her juices that still filled her vagina. She wondered if her friend could hear it too over the phone. Her hips started moving faster as she wrapped up the call.

"OK, sounds fun... can't wait... see you!" She ended the call and looked at James, still grinding her hips.

"What am I going to do with you?" she wondered aloud.

"Sorry, I can't help it. You're too delicious to ignore."

A mischievous look came across her face. "Well, I have some good news, but I don't want to distract you. I'll tell you afterwards."

To be continued...