My Temporary Office: Davis and Amy

I got home very late that Friday. Sherri was asleep so I undressed and slid in next to her and slept.

When I woke up the next morning, Sherri was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and singing a Heart song.

"Good morning, Sweetie," I said in way of greeting.

"Good morning to you!"

"You were out like a light when I got home. I was disappointed."

"I know, it's been a busy week and I just started my period as soon as I got home from work. I knew it was time, but I was hoping it would hold off for at least the evening," she said with a chuckle.

"Well, you know what that means," I said, implying what we both understood.

"I know too well, babe." Then she added, "a woman from your office called yesterday late. Her name was Angie or Amy or something. She asked if you were home and I told her that you usually didn't get home until close to midnight. She said that she'd gotten a call late about some of the data didn't go through and that she'd call today to ask you what to do. And Calvin from the office called and said to tell you to come to the office Monday before you head back to Memphis."

Now I knew that Amy had access to my info, it was no secret. And I was concerned that something like this might happen. But at least she had made up a credible story and maybe it was even true. Regardless, I caught up on some things around the house that Sherri had for me while wondering if Amy would call. Around two when I was sitting in the garage, drinking a beer and taking a break from my chores, Sherri called from inside and said I had a call. I had an extension from in the garage, but I didn't want to take a chance that Sherri would leave the phone off the hook, either accidentally or intentionally. So, I went in. The extension was in the living room but Sherri was sewing in the small room upstairs.

"This is Davis."

"Hi Dave, I'm glad you answered the phone."

"Hi Amy. What's up?" I could hear the hum of the sewing machine running so I wasn't concerned about Sherri hearing. "Sherri told me you called before. Yeah, you need to think, Amy. That's too big of a chance you're taking. I can't really talk. Don't call here again." Really, it wasn't a problem, I was just jerking her chain.

"I'm really sorry Davis. I really just wanted to say 'hi'. Last night was rough and I needed to hear your voice."

"What happened?" I asked, knowing the potential was there for something drastic.

"After work I went home. Gary was really mad that I hadn't come home Thursday, of course. Well, I didn't feel like arguing so I told him that I was sorry but that he shouldn't blow up when I'm just trying to work and make money."

"What did he say?"

"He was still mad, but he said that he understood and then he told me that angry or not, we needed to fool around coz it had been nearly three weeks since we did it. I thought about telling him that I was on my period, but he knew that I wasn't. So anyway, I gave in after we put the baby to bed. God, it felt so awful just to kiss him. Well, he knew right away that something wasn't right."

"Why, what happened?"

"He put it in and he couldn't feel me around him. And I sure couldn't feel him after being with you all night Thursday. Oh Davis, I'm sorry. I know I told you I wouldn't sleep with him again, but I couldn't figure out how to stop it. Anyway, he finished real fast and after he said, 'I know your fucking someone at work.' I told him he couldn't accuse me like that and he asked me why was I so loose."

"What did you tell him?" Internally, I was laughing my ass off. Amy was in the middle of a crash and burn with Gary. I just hoped that regardless of what happened, she'd keep fucking me until my work was finished.

"I said that since we haven't been getting along that I had been using our toy a lot. It's bigger than Gary, but not nearly as big as you, Hon. I don't think he believes me, but it still gives me time to think about what to do."

Sherri gave me a couple of hot blowjobs Saturday and Sunday. She was practically crying about being on her period. Then, I packed late Sunday and went directly to the office Monday morning. First I went to my desk and checked my mail and messages. Then on to a meeting with my boss.

My boss, Calvin had been with the company since the beginning and was my immediate supervisor. By this time he'd been married nearly twenty years but he never lost his eye for the ladies. He and I had worked together when I first came on and in our various travels we'd had our share of after-work adventures. Including having shared a willing lady or three. He was, therefore, aware of my endowment.

"Good morning, Dave, come in and sit, coffee?"

"No thanks, already drank a pot."

We went over my recommendations and observations regard the plant move.

"Ok. Now, give me your company credit card, it's about to expire and here's the new one," he said, passing it across the desk. "Now, on a personal note, Dave. There's a lot of talk from some of the other salaried guys down there that you're sleeping with a girl in the office named.."

"Amy, her name is Amy."

"Look, I don't care what you do there. Your work seems accurate and it's on time. But, apparently you're not too discreet about it. Is she going to be moving to the new location?"

"I doubt it. It's already a long commute for her and we're moving in the other direction."

"What's she like, Dave?" asked Calvin with a lascivious expression.

I slid forward a bit, "well, she's young, she's tiny, and she's married, but that hasn't seemed to slow her down. Curtis, that chick has some of the best pussy I've ever had. And she looks better naked than you'd believe. And she'll do annnnnnything I want."

"You lucky bastard. You got her hooked on that python in your pants, yeah?"

"Well, she's not shy about telling me that I'm the biggest she's ever had. And I'm just her third! No matter how much I fuck her, and I fuck her A LOT, she just stays tight as a virgin."

I finished the day at the home office doing expense stuff and loading data and was about to begin the drive to Memphis when I checked my phone messages one last time. Amy had called. She said that Gary had tried to fuck her again Sunday and when she refused they argued and she and the baby left and went to her sister's apartment. She gave me the address and begged me to go there rather than my rental. She told her sister that Gary had threatened her and that things had been so bad for the past year that she was seeing someone else. She asked her sister if I could visit and she said yes. With Sherri having been on her period, I was pretty horny and immediately decided to stay the night there.

Arriving in town a little later than expected, but not by much, I found the apartment complex and the unit, grabbed my bag and went up. I was about to knock when Amy opened the door. She wore a pair of cutoff jeans that were way too small and a sleeveless t-shirt with no bra. Half her ass was showing from the shorts. "I saw your car pull up, Davis. God, I'm so glad you're really here. Mandy and the baby are in her room. You'll meet her in the morning. The baby's already sleeping and Mandy is studying.

Amy led me into her room, locked the door and spun to face me. We began kissing in that way that we always did. Long, deep kisses, pressing our mouths together a little too firmly, but unable to stop. We reached for the fasteners of each other's pants at the same time as we moved together awkwardly to the bed, with me kicking off my shoes as I moved. She was still wearing her unfastened, unzipped shorts, her bush peeking out of the garter of her panties, when she sat down on the bed and finished opening my slacks. Meanwhile, I removed my shirt. After getting the elastic of my underwear past my erection, she removed my pants and slid them to the floor. As usual, she paused to fold them and place them aside and put my shirt on the back of a chair.

"Davis," she said as she sat back on the bed and finished stripping, "please make love to me first. I'll suck you after." She was confident that I could now last, at least for a while.

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide and with her fingers she spread her pussy. It was glistening with excitement and literally flowing down the crack of her ass. Her figure was incredible and I soaked in the beauty. I climbed up on the bed, knelt between her legs, took my cock in my hand and used the head to scoop up her juice from her ass and spread it all around her pussy. Still kneeling, I inserted only the head into her snug pussy and fucked her using only 2-3 inches, and she groaned. "Beg me for it. Beg or I'll stop."

"Please Davis, no. Please don't stop. Stop playing and give it to me, babe."

"Beg."

"What, Davis, what do you want me to say? I'll do or say anything you want. But just make love to me."

"You've got to talk to me. Tell me how much better I am than Gary."

"Oh babe, I don't want to think about HIM. I only want you."

I withdrew the head slightly, just leaving a bit of skin to skin, maintaining minimal contact, using my hand to slide it up and down her pink, hairy, flowing slit while she bucked her hips impatiently beneath me.

"DAVIS, DON'T STOP, PLEASE."

"Ok, then talk to me."

"Oh Davis, I love you baby. Gary won't ever be enough for me now. He never was. Is that what you want, huh babe?"

I put a couple of inches back in. "More Amy, tell me more."

"I wish I'd never met Gary, baby. He can't satisfy me. He hasn't for a long time. Oh God, I can't stand him anymore. He just isn't the man you are. It's not even close. I can't believe I ever gave it to him now. Oh, if I'd met you first.... There's nothing I wouldn't have done to get you baby. And now my body is yours. This pussy is only yours."

Now I pushed about half my cock into her waiting cunt and she quickly grabbed my neck and pulled me down to kiss her. "I'll never fuck Gary again baby," she mumbled with our lips smashed together. "Never. I only want you. I love you and I only want you. I love you and I only want to be with you. I love it when you cum in me. I need you. I need you to make love to me."

"How much bigger is my dick than Gary's?" I said as I finished thrusting in the remaining four-five inches and she gasped.

"You're twice as big. You fill me up and he never could. He's not half as big. He can't last like you and he can't fuck like you, baby. He cums just like the boy did the first time I did it. But you fuck like a man."

Now I didn't have anything against Gary. He seemed like an okay guy. But in my experience, the more I get a woman to trash her man, the more excited she gets and the more devoted. And hey, it's good for my ego too!

We ground together and if not for her profuse lubricant, her tight pussy would never have endured the punishment of my fat cock. It was just so tight. And had she not trained me to hold back, just the amazing combination of her beautiful face, incredible figure and unbelievably tight pussy would have limited my endurance to about ten seconds. But as it was, we had learned how to prolong our fucking for the entire night, if we wanted.

She preferred missionary because she loved to kiss while we fucked. And she didn't act crazy during the act, rather she just constantly pivoted her pelvis in the most erotic way, so that there was more friction on the bottom of my dick on the push and more friction on top during the withdrawal. I figured that with Gary's dick being on the small side, she had developed that technique to get the most from his small pecker. But the result was that in missionary, she was the best fuck that I ever had. The night began with nearly two hours of that only. And kissing. Lots of kissing.

Then, I rolled her over and raised her ass in the air. Still she was dripping wet. I teased her with about half of my dick for a little while occasionally giving her a quick jab now and then that never failed to produce a loud fart from her pussy. But once we started fucking in earnest doggy style, she had a preference for that too. Over time she had learned how to best use my size for her pleasure. She liked me to bottom out and not to stroke. She wanted my pelvis buried against her pussy while she pushed back. She loved constant pressure on her cervix but not having it hammered. I could feel her anatomy against the head of my cock and she would push back hard then relax. Over and over. This made her orgasm more reliably than anything else. She was so slim that in this position, I could nearly encircle her entire waist with my hands and I would assist her by pulling back forcefully when she pushed. And I could feel the bulge that my dick produced near her navel. I loved the ring of hair around her anus and I was tempted to fuck her ass that night, but she gets pretty wild when I do, and with her sister in the other room, it didn't seem like the right time for that particular pleasure. We fucked until almost two.

She woke me about 6:00. She was dressed and told me that Gary had been taking the baby to the sitter but under the circumstances, she'd have to do it for now. And the sitter was in the opposite direction from Mandy's apartment. She kissed me and said that her sister, Mandy, would have breakfast ready when I got up. Then she was gone.

It was a pretty nice apartment and the room that Amy and I had slept in had its own bath. I showered and pulled on my slacks and followed the smell of coffee and bacon into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Davis. I can call you Davis, right?" Mandy asked. Mandy and Amy could have been twins except that Mandy was about four inches taller and had bleached blonde hair. The age difference was about six years, but it wasn't possible to tell which was older. She was standing at the stove, her long hair held up with a bone clip, wearing a blue, silky, sleeveless tee shirt with no bra and a pair of matching, skin tight silky shorts with half her ass showing. She had to know how she presenting. She was stunning. I couldn't help but think that it was no accident.

"Sure, and I call you Mandy, right?"

"Yup." she said as she slid a plate across the counter. "Coffee?"

"Oh yeah." She poured me a cup. "You don't work?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, in the afternoon. I'm a nurse in the ICU. And I'm going studying for my RN certificate. I've finished the schooling but once I pass the test I'll get a pretty good raise. I guess you know that Amy is quite infatuated with you Davis. I keep telling her it's not love, it's infatuation, but she's pretty sure it's love. But you're married, right?"

"Yeah, five years." In my mind I was wondering where this was going.

"Amy said that you're getting divorced."

"Um, that's a possibility."

"Uh huh," she said skeptically. "She also said that you're a helluva stud in the bed," she said, flipping eggs with her back turned to me. Then she turned, eyed me up and down and said, "you certainly look the part!"

"I certainly try," I said with a bit of false modesty.

"Yeah? Sounds like with that pole of yours, you hardly have to try. That is, according to Amy."

"It certainly seems to satisfy Amy. You're not married?" It didn't take a lot of perception to know that Mandy was coming on to me. I didn't know much about the dynamics of their relationship. But clearly, Mandy was interested in what had Amy so completely under my spell.

"Divorced. Two years. My ex was Sam. But at the hospital, well, it's kind of a family at work. And I had a "work husband," so to speak. Eventually he and I were doing it more than me and Sam. And Sam had his own little side piece too. So we just mutually decided to go our own way. No mortgage, no kids, sooo. Well the wife of my "work husband" jerked his chain and that put an end to that. But he was just so so anyway. It was more about time and convenience. So I'm just single now. I date every once in a while. But not too much. I never get laid, that's for sure." More signals incoming.

"I don't understand why, you're gorgeous," I offered honestly.

"Time. I've been on a work/school train since before the divorce and it's almost over. I take the test in about a month. Actually, I've already taken a couple of the segments. And once I'm done I'll get some down time. What about you? What will you do when the plant closes? Amy said that you might come to the new one, that you might live nearby."

"Too early to tell, And really, at this point, it's up to the home office as to where I'll be working." Deflection. Then, I decided to take a chance. I mean, what the hell, what could Amy do, divorce me!?! "Mandy, when was the last time you had sex?" Her attire told me the question was something that she wanted to be asked.

She turned around, holding a spatula, smiled and said with mock astonishment, "why Mr. Dunne, that's a very personal question."

"Don't answer it if you don't want to," nonchalantly, coffee cup at my lips.

"Well, I know when the last time YOU had sex, that's for sure."

"I should hope so. Amy said that you said that I was welcome. And besides, she obviously doesn't mind sharing her personal life with you, judging from your remark about my pole," I said with air quotes.

"It's been a while. A couple of months. And then it was just a one night thing. Before that it was AT LEAST a couple of months. Why, are you offering to help a girl out?"

"That depends." I was hoping to navigate this without trashing what I had going with Amy, but my sense was that my probing was not unwelcome.

"Depends on what?" Mandy said, eyebrows arched.

"On whether or not you would find such an offer offensive because of Amy."

"Hmm... I'll tell you, Davis. I know that Gary isn't a bad guy. I mean he's not any kind of a catch but he's alright. He treats Amy okay. I don't believe all Amy's shit about he threatened her. And frankly, if she can go behind his back, I don't think I'd be any worse going behind her, I mean, just once." I looked at the clock. 6:36. "How should we do this?" Mandy asked.

"How about I follow you to the bed and fuck the hell out of you? How's that?" She nodded her assent and walked towards her bedroom. I left the bacon and eggs.

Once in the room she quickly disrobed and I dropped my slacks. Must have been an upbringing thing: Mandy picked up my slacks and folded them, laying them over a chair. She looked magnificent. Perhaps better than Amy.

"My God, Amy wasn't exaggerating, " Mandy said as the kneeled in front of me. Eagerly, she wrapper her hand around my already erect cock and devoured the head. I was used to Tammy and Amy and Mandy's technique was of one unaccustomed to my girth. But she certainly made up for any shortcomings of skill with determination. She actually forced the head of my cock past the back of her throat for an instant. But she swiftly spit me out and fell back on the bed. "Come here Davis, give it to me."

I stood beside the bed and gripped my cock with one hand as I steadied her hip with the other. Her pussy lips were already parting for me. I placed my head against the shiny, slippery opening, surrounded by beautiful black hair, and pushed. The feeling was nothing like Amy. Mandy easily accepted both my length and girth, but she was no less affected by it. Her beautiful tits looked like implants when she lay on her back, they were so firm. She looked amazing. After I had been balls deep for about ten minutes she began to growl and continued for a couple of minutes. Then, she began a stream of obscenities the likes of which I'd never heard from a "lady." She called me a "goddam horse," a "motherfucking stud"; she told me to fuck her like "a whore," and said that she never knew "a goddam cock could feel like this." She said that she understood why Amy was doing what she was doing and that she would do everything she could to make sure that Amy continued to "get this fucking cock." She said that if she'd have found me first she would never be able to get out of the bed because she'd be fucking all the time. After about thirty minutes she asked me if I was ever going to cum and that she never had a guy last like me.

"Do you want me to cum in you, Mandy?"

"Oh God yes, fuck yes, I wanna take it all, baby. Do it, do it now."

I let go. I've always cum in huge loads and that morning was no exception. Mandy was stunned when I just kept blowing ropes into her creamy pussy. We collapsed into a sweating heap. When I finally withdrew, a stream of my cum poured from her gaping pussy onto the sheets.

"Do you have to go in right now, Davis?" she asked dreamily, her perspiration covered head buried in the pillow.

"Yeah." I stood and dressed. "Amy's probably already at the plant, or will be pretty soon, but I still might have time to fuck her in the office. Thanks for the pussy Mandy. I'm going to eat real quick and leave."

"You really are insatiable," Mandy commented with a hint of impatience. "I mean, look at you, just did it with me and already planning your next conquest."

"It's who I am. Are you going to tell Amy?"

"Hmm.. I miiiiiiight. It depends on you."

"Go ahead and tell her. It's got to end sooner or later anyway."

"Davis!? I won't tell her if we can maybe get together again."

"Nah, go ahead and tell her. If you want to fuck again later, it'll happen or it won't." I learned a long time ago, let them dictate the terms and they'll lose interest. Hold back; it helps if I really don't give a damn, they'll crawl across hot coals to give up the pussy. Frankly, there was still a lot of work to do at the plant but not too much more of it was going to require me to be there. My part, the inventory and the analysis of the equipment was nearly over. All that remained was putting together the paperwork that had to go back to the home office. At this point I was just dragging it out so I could fuck Amy a few more times. So if Amy got her feelings hurt, well, it was going to happen sooner or later.

I arrived at work around 8:00. Too late to fuck Amy. Which was too bad, as she obviously dressed to arouse which told me all I needed to know. If she suspected that I'd fucked her sister, she didn't let on and was as flirtatious as ever. We closed the door and made out for about ten minutes.

A little later that morning as Amy was getting coffee for us, I checked my messages and saw that Sherri had called. Amy sat next to me as I played the message.

"Dave, call me please when you get this message. A man called me last night and said that he works at the plant and he told me that you're having an affair with that girl who called here Friday. Please call me babe!"

"Oh! Davis, what are you going to tell her!" Amy asked in a bit of a panic. As I said before, I've cheated on Sherri a couple of times. And she had pretty convincing evidence of it. But Sherri loves me and she knows that I'm a cock slinger. All she wants from me is plausible deniability.

I picked up the phone and called Cal at the home office. After I hung up with him I called Sherri.

"Hi Sweetie. So what happened exactly?"

"Oh Dave, I'm so upset. A man called, he didn't say his name, and he said that you were sleeping with that girl from the office. I told him..."

"Babe, calm down. Amy is sitting right here. I didn't say anything to you because it didn't affect me, but Calvin told me the other day that there's a lot of grumbling in the plant because of the closing and that two other manager's wives got the same call. Call Cal and ask him."

"No, babe. I should have known it was something like that. I'm sorry I bothered you but.."

"It's no bother, Tammy. I'm just glad you called rather than stewing over it all week." Then we talked about a couple of other things and I told her that I had to get to work.

"I bet that it was Gary who called Sherri," Amy said. "It's just the kind of thing he would do."

I decided to have a little fun before this whole thing came to an end. I went out into the plant and found Jose. He's was known as a bit of a player. I asked him where I could buy some pussy.

"What the fuck, Dave? You're fucking the hottest chick in the plant!"

"It's not for me really." He gave me the number of a girl he knew.

That evening I told Amy that I couldn't go to her sister's place because Sherri would be checking on me for a few days, just to ease her mind. Then, I called the girl. Her name was Barbara but she told me to call her "Chickie." I told her that I wanted to meet her the following evening and that I'd let her know where. After the call, I made a reservation at a nearby hotel. I didn't want her to know where I was bivouacked. Then I called Chickie back and told her the hotel and the room number.

That evening, Amy called me and asked me what time I'd be at work. I told her that I'd be there as soon as she wanted me. We both arrived around a quarter to seven and spent the next hour on the futon, fucking. She was horny as hell and gave no indication that she knew anything about Mandy and me. She rode me until I the clock became a factor. Then she told me to cum and as I began to erupt, she slid off and ate my load.

That evening I took my overnight bag to the hotel and waited. Around seven there was a knock of the door. I opened it to see a young girl, sans makeup but very pretty, wearing a Doors tee shirt and cutoffs and sneakers and carrying an oversized bag. She had a shag haircut and had striking blue eyes.

"Are you Davis?"

"Yup, come on in. Nice to meet you. Thanks for coming."

"No prob. Now it's $200 up front. Is that ok? Coz I don't really negotiate."

I pulled the money out of my pocket and handed it to her. She immediately began walking to the bedroom while pulling off her shirt. When she got to the bed she slid off her short and panties and turned to face me. Her ass was perfect but she had absolutely no tits at all. But she was very pretty and I was quickly erect. I undressed and approached her.

"Wow man, what a dick! I don't see many guys like you.... coz they don't usually need to pay for sex."

"I just needed some strange, and no strings or questions." We lay on the bed beside each other and she slid down and began sucking my cock. She had great technique but expressed that the size was better suited for her pussy than her mouth. She asked me to lie on my back and she lowered herself on my 8.5" cock, grunting as she took a little more each time until she had totally impaled herself on it. At this point I was thinking that perhaps I should be the one charging her! She was clearly a size enthusiast and fucked very energetically. The skill that I'd learned at Amy's insistence was paying dividends as I was able to fuck Chickie silly. She couldn't believe that she hadn't made me cum and told me how glad she was that I had control. I fucked her in every position and we fucked for over an hour, non-stop. I asked if I could fuck her ass, but she said that she wasn't into that and that even if she was, it wouldn't be with a dick like mine.

Finally, she told me that she was exhausted and that I should cum. I asked her where and she patted her stomach. I withdrew and she grabbed my cock and tugged it back to her pussy and said, "fuck NO, I meant inside me." I pulled the trigger and her eyes rolled in their sockets as I shot a bucket of cum into her thirsty pussy.

After, she showered and when she came out of the bathroom I began my pitch: "Chickie, I want you to do me a favor. I'll pay you, of course."

"Shoot, Dave. Whatcha got?"

"Can I be straight with you?"

"Is there any other way?"

"Good. Here's the deal. I'm fucking a girl at my job. Her husband is pretty suspicious. He doesn't know for sure who she's fucking. I don't really give a fuck. I only have a couple of days of work left. But I bet that if she thinks he's fucking another woman, well, it will make my leaving less important. It's just how women are. Can you help me?"

"Like, how?"

"I want you to fuck him and I want her to find out. He works at B. Corp. His name is Gary Brock. He drives a blue Ford truck. and he gets off at three."

"What's my story, what's my angle?"

"I don't know really. You got any ideas about how to get to him?"

"Maybe. You said that he knows his wife is fucking somebody but he doesn't know who?" I nodded. "In that case, I'll find him and tell him that it's my husband that his wife is fucking and that we should get back at them by fucking each other. Does he know everyone his wife works with?"

"No way."

"Ok. I'll tell him that my husband works at your plant and...."

"No, tell him that your husband was already laid off. Use the name Jeff Clifton. And if you fuck him, put some hickies on his neck." Jeff was one of the first laid off. And I knew that he had a forty five minute commute. Not much chance of Gary stumbling upon him. "When can you do it and what will I owe you?"

"Tell you what; Tomorrow, I'll watch him leave and follow him home. I'll decide if I want to approach him right then. And I'll tell ya, big guy, I'll do it for $125. If you'll fuck me again." Then we sealed the deal.

I called Amy from the hotel early the next morning, around six and asked her what time she'd get to the plant. I told her that Sherri had been checking up on me (she hadn't) and that for the next couple of days, if she wanted to fuck, we'd have to meet early in the office again. We both arrived around a quarter to seven and fucked for an hour. She was wearing a one piece, black mini dress and no panties. She kneeled facing on the futon, facing the wall and I slid the skin tight dress over her hips and buried myself deep in her hairy cunt. She came immediately. I now had complete control over my orgasms and she knew that now, I would simply fuck her until the time dictated that I unload inside her mouth or pussy then clean up and work. The longer this went on, the more determined Amy seemed for it to continue. But nothing lasts forever.

That evening, about nine o'clock I called Chickie, looking for an update. Her report:

First, she pulled out an old purse and put a couple of hotel receipts in it, a lipstick and some bogus slips of paper with his plant phone number beside his name. Then she went to his work, scoped him out and followed him home. She waited a little while to see if he was home to stay and then knocked on the doors of a few of his neighbors to ask where he lived. She figured that was the quickest way for word of her visit to get back to Amy. Then she knocked on Gary's door and introduced herself and asked to come in. Once inside she told Gary that his wife, Amy, was sleeping with her husband. Gary said that he thought Amy was sleeping with her boss. Chickie said that she didn't want to accuse anyone without proof and asked Gary to show her some pictures of Amy. Gary gave her a Fox Foto envelope with some vacation pictures. She told him that Amy was the woman her husband was fucking. Meanwhile, unknown to Gary, she kept one of the photos and put it in the purse. Then she suggested that as revenge, she and Gary should have some fun of their own. Poor Gary, having had sex maybe once in the past two months and having convincing proof of Amy's infidelity, wasn't difficult to persuade. She said that they fucked twice and that, size aside ("he was nearly seven inches!"), Gary was a pretty good fuck. She told me that she left passion marks all over the lower part of his neck. Then as she was leaving she hid the purse only somewhat discretely and left.

"So that's it, Dave," said Chickie with satisfaction. "Mission accomplished!"

"I don't know what happens next, but something is going to happen for sure," I told her, laughing.

"For sure. Whatcha doin' tonight Dave? You want some company?" I was caught a bit off guard.

"I would Chickie, but I can't afford to pay for pussy every day."

"No Davy, it's not like that: this would be just for fun." After my dealings with her, I was no longer afraid to tell her where I was staying. She was there in ten minutes.

We had a couple of beers while she elaborated on "Operation Gary." Then we fucked for a couple of hours using Gary's cum as lubricant. Her lack of titties was a little bit of a turn off, but she was sexy as hell and she knew how to fuck. She left around midnight.

I arrived at work just before seven but no Amy. She called the office around 8:30 and said that she was going to be late, and that she'd explain when she got there. She never came that day. I was wrapping up my work and handed off faxing the data to a guy in the office who would be transferring to the new location. I was done. She called me at the rental after work, crying.

"Oh Davis. sob sob... It's over now, it's really over."

"What's over Amy?"

"Me and Gary. My neighbor Sheila called me at Mandy's last night and said that there was a woman in my house! So I went over there and Gary was alone but I could smell a different perfume. He said that the wife of a guy named Jeff came by and said that I was sleeping with her husband! I told him that I don't even know anyone named Jeff. Then I found a pocket book beside the couch and, OH DAVIS..! His neck was covered in hickies!" Typical slut. She didn't give a damn until he quit caring.

"Well Amy, when it rains, it pours. I'm sorry about Gary, but I was about to call you. Your part of the work is finished. I'm going back to the home office in the morning, and I don't need you to come back in going forward. We'll mail you your last check."

Epilogue: During this time it was possible to contact the phone company to have a number blocked, which I did. Several actually. I still had to go occasionally to the new plant in Memphis and on those trips I'd call Mandy or Chickie (I also had another married chick I was sometimes fucking at the plant, but she wasn't nearly as hot as Amy, unfortunately) and spend the evenings fucking one of them. Mandy says that Amy and Gary got back together but that she's fucking, albeit more discreetly, a big black guy at her work.