Photocopier Complications

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

More backstory to the Emma and John series.

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Paul set two mugs of tea on the kitchen counter and leaned against the island with the exaggerated seriousness of a man preparing to deliver important news.

Jill noticed immediately. "What?"

"What makes you think something is wrong?"

"You're standing like a detective in a television drama."

"I'm standing like a husband whose wife has just returned from work with a knowing smile on her facer."

Jill slipped off her coat and hung it over the back of a chair. "Oh, well, it involves Rick."

Paul's eyebrows rose. "Ah."

"Oh, don't start."

"I haven't started anything."

"You said 'ah.'"

"I said 'ah' in a completely neutral manner."

"You said it in the manner of a man who has been waiting all day for the latest episode."

Paul picked up his mug. "I have no idea what you mean."

"You absolutely do."

"Is this the same Rick who once brought you coffee and then forgot where he put it?"

"That was two months ago. And he hadn't slept properly for a week."

"Because you walked into the office wearing that blue dress."

Jill paused halfway through taking off her earrings. "I walked into the office wearing a dress?"

"Apparently."

"It was a normal dress."

"It was a normal dress, but on you."

She looked at him over her shoulder. "That sounds suspiciously like a compliment."

Paul gave his tall, blonde, voluptuous wife a very deliberate once-over with his eyes. "It is a compliment. I'm married to a gorgeous woman I'm allowed to compliment her."

"You're also allowed to wash the dishes."

"I'm getting to that."

"You've been 'getting to that' since Tuesday."

"Today is Thursday. I'm making excellent progress."

Jill laughed and moved toward the kettle. "Anyway, something happened with Rick today."

Paul lowered his mug slowly. "I knew it."

"You did not know it."

"I sensed it."

"You sensed it?"

"Marriage gives a man certain... instincts."

"Your instincts told you about Rick?"

"My instincts told me that your story would eventually involve a flustered male colleague."

Jill turned to him. "You're not going to be jealous, are you?"

"Of Rick?"

"Yes."

"Jill, my love, I am not jealous of a man who once sent an email to the entire department that said, 'Urgent: please see attached,' without attaching anything."

"He was in a hurry."

"He did it three times."

"He's improving."

"Is he?"

"He only did it twice last month."

Paul nodded gravely. "A remarkable transformation."

Jill filled the kettle. "You're being ridiculous."

"I'm being observant."

"You're being entertained."

"That too."

She pressed the switch and rested her hip against the counter. "It happened near the photocopier."

"Of course it did."

"Why do you say that like the photocopier is a romantic location?"

"I've seen enough workplace dramas to know that photocopiers are where all forbidden passions begin."

"No one is having forbidden passions beside the photocopier."

"Not with that attitude."

Jill gave him a warning look, though the corners of her mouth twitched. "I was making copies of the budget notes."

"Thrilling."

"They were very important budget notes."

"I'm sure they were."

"Rick came over to use the machine."

"Scandalous."

"Paul."

"All right. Continue."

"He reached across me to press one of the buttons."

"Why didn't he just wait?"

"I don't know. The machine was making that noise it makes when it's about to jam, and he was trying to stop it."

"The machine has a noise?"

"It has several noises."

"Go on."

"So, I was leaning forward, trying to get the paper tray open, and Rick leaned in at the same time. He accidentally brushed against my chest."

Paul's face remained carefully neutral. "Brushed against you?"

"Yes."

"With what?"

"His arm, Paul."

"I thought perhaps he had developed a more ambitious photocopying technique."

"He was reaching under me."

"Was he reaching under you, or was he reaching for you?"

"His arm was reaching under me."

"Ah, a crucial distinction."

Jill folded her arms. "It was completely accidental."

"Obviously."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"I'm not smiling."

"You are."

"I'm smiling because you're telling the story with the expression of someone who has been waiting all day to announce that a man found you so attractive he tried to fondle you."

"I did not say that."

"You didn't have to."

"He got embarrassed."

"Did he?"

"His whole face flushed."

Paul took a sip of tea. "Perhaps he had a sudden fever."

"He looked horrified."

"Horrified?"

"Embarrassed. He apologized about six times."

"Six?"

"Maybe five."

"Five apologies. That's serious."

"He said, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean--sorry.' Then he tried to explain that he'd only been reaching for the button, which made it sound even worse."

"That is excellent!"

"It wasn't funny at the time."

"It's funny now."

"It was a little funny at the time."

"Did you tell him it was all right?"

"Of course."

"Did you pat his arm reassuringly?"

"No."

"Did you smile?"

"Maybe."

"Did you laugh?"

"Not until he walked away."

Paul placed his mug down. "Jill."

"What?"

"You've become a menace."

"I have not."

"You've returned home with a romantic anecdote and expect me not to enjoy it."

"It wasn't romantic. He was embarrassed."

Paul studied her. "You think he likes you."

"I think he's... awkward."

"Those are not mutually exclusive."

"I'm not interested in him."

"Really?"

"Of course not!"

"You're so cute when you defend a guy you're not interested in."

"I'm not defending him."

"You just defended him."

Jill reached for a biscuit from the tin. Paul covered the tin with his hand.

"That's mine," she said.

"You've already had two."

"I've had one."

"You had two when you came in."

"One was broken."

Paul moved the tin out of reach. Jill leaned across the counter to take it. He lifted it higher.

"Paul."

"You'll have to negotiate."

"I live here."

"I'm aware. I've seen your shoes in the hallway."

"Give me the biscuits."

"Only if you tell me more about Rick."

"There's nothing more to tell."

"Did he say anything else?"

"He said he'd replace the paper."

"Did he?"

"No. I told him I'd do it."

"Of course you did."

"Why did you say that like I'm secretly managing his life?"

"Because you manage people."

"I do not."

"Well look at us."

"Married and arguing over a biscuit?"

"Proof of a successful managerial relationship."

Jill reached over the counter and poked him in the ribs. He made a startled noise and nearly dropped the tin.

"Cheating," he said.

"Strategic."

Paul set the tin down, but kept one hand on it. "Tell me honestly. Did you enjoy making Rick nervous?"

Jill considered this. "Maybe a little."

"I knew it! There's the little tease that tortured me for months before we first went out."

"I don't flirt with him."

"Sorry, but I don't believe you."

Jill blushed a little. "Ok, maybe I flirted a little bit"

"Uh huh."

"He's harmless. And he gets so flustered over the smallest things."

"Like accidentally brushing against the most beautiful woman in the office?"

"Paul."

"What? I'm quoting the situation."

"You're making it sound like a soap opera."

"Perhaps Rick is secretly a soap-opera character."

"He would be terrible at it."

"Why?"

"He'd forget his lines."

"Yeah, probably. Or blush through every dramatic confession. 'Jill, I have something to tell you.'" Paul clasped one hand to his chest and widened his eyes.

Jill tried not to laugh. "Stop."

"'I've loved you since the day you showed me how to unjam the photocopier.'"

"I did not show him how to unjam it."

"Ah yes, I forgot you're only interested in jamming, not unjamming... Is Rick attractive despite his awkwardness?"

Jill smiled slightly. "Jealous?"

"Turned-on actually."

"Perv!"

"Jill, I have known you for twelve years. I can recognize when a man thinks you're sexy -- sexy as fuck, as it happens."

She softened a little. "You can?"

"Of course. Like recognizes like. Remember I was smitten when I first met you."

"That was different" Jill laughed and finally managed to steal the biscuit tin. "You were ridiculous."

"I was charming."

"You were nervous."

"I was captivated."

"Captivated?"

"Completely."

She took a biscuit and held it out to him. "Here."

Paul leaned closer but didn't take it. "Are you feeding me?"

"I'm offering you a biscuit."

"Take it."

He did, but instead of biting into it, he closed his lips around her fingertips and sucked on them for a few seconds.

Jill pulled her hand back. "Paul!"

"What?"

"You're impossible."

"And yet you married me."

"I was young."

"You were twenty-seven."

"Emotionally young."

"You were wearing the blue dress."

"You're bringing that up again?"

"I'm trying to determine whether Rick has a chance."

"He does not."

"Why not?" The answer came so quickly that Jill looked at him startled. Paul shrugged. "I know you love me. And I love you more than anything. But you know I also find it hot when other men find you as sexy and desirable as I do."

"Hmmmm, where is this coming from?"

"What do you mean?"

"Been watching too much Pornhub again?"

"Maybe... why?"

"I get the distinct feeling you're going to tell me again that I should tease other men 'cause it makes you horny, that's why."

"And what would be so wrong with that?" Paul asked with faux indignation. "I've never kept that fantasy a secret."

"Oh, I know."

"And I've never asked you to actually do anything..."

"But you'd like me to... you know... show off and flirt more aggressively?"

"If you were up for that, I would be, for sure." Paul then quickly added, "but only if you were into it, and were open with me about it."

"Uh huh."

"Is that a rolling your eyes 'uh huh' or a 'maybe I'm coming around to the idea uh huh'?"

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I was flirty with Rick. What would you say to that, you know, stoke the romance with Mr. Awkward?"

"Well not much risk there, is there? The way you describe Rick he seems to have the romantic force of a damp paper towel."

Jill burst out laughing. "That's terrible."

"Isn't it accurate?"

"You've never met him."

"I've heard enough."

"You've heard stories."

"At least three compelling stories."

"Compelling? One involved him forgetting his password."

"Exactly. A man who can't remember his own password is not prepared for the emotional complexity of pursuing my wife."

Jill moved around the island and slipped her arms around his waist. "You know, you're sounding a bit possessive for someone who claims they want me to show off my... attributes."

"I'm not possessive."

"No?"

"I'm appreciative."

"Appreciative?"

"I appreciate what I have."

"And what do you have?"

Paul put his hands around her waist. "A beautiful, clever, dangerous woman who steals biscuits and enjoys watching office men panic."

"I do not enjoy watching office men panic."

"You absolutely do."

"Perhaps."

*******

The next evening, Paul came home to find Jill in her dressing gown eager to tell him more news of Rick at the office.

"So, let me make sure I understand" Paul said, "you went into the office this morning wearing the blue dress."

"It wasn't the blue dress."

"The dress was blue."

"Technically, it was navy."

"You wore the navy version of the blue dress."

"That sounds less dramatic."

"I assure you, Rick did not find it less dramatic."

"You weren't there."

"No, but you came home smiling like a woman who had successfully conducted a scientific experiment."

"It was a very small experiment."

"Ah. And what was the hypothesis?"

"That Rick could be made to blush without the assistance of a malfunctioning photocopier."

"Ah, intriguing, I like it!"

"Your incorrigible."

"Yes, I'm already proud. What did you do?"

"I walked into the office, put my bag down, and said good morning."

"To everyone?"

"Mostly everyone."

"Mostly?"

"Rick was at the coffee machine," Jill smiled mischievously.

"Naturally."

"I looked at him and said, 'Good morning, Rick,' in a perfectly normal voice."

"And he fainted?"

"Not quite. He dropped a stirrer into his coffee."

"A promising beginning."

"Then I asked whether he'd recovered from yesterday."

"You said that?"

"Yes."

Paul smirked.

"I kept a straight face."

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'Recovered from what?'"

"Cause he was already nervous..." Paul nodded.

"I said, 'The photocopier incident.'"

"You referred to it as an incident?"

"I might have."

"That poor man" Paul laughed.

"He immediately started apologizing again."

"How many times?"

"Three."

"Only three? He's improving."

"I told him he didn't need to apologize."

"Very considerate."

"Then I added, 'Unless you're planning to make a habit of brushing past me.'"

"Awesome!"

"He turned bright red."

"Bright red?"

"Tomato red."

"Were there witnesses?"

"Susan was standing by the printer."

"Did she see?"

"She suddenly became very interested in a stack of envelopes."

"Sensible woman."

"Rick tried to laugh, but it came out as a cough."

"That is the sound of a man whose brain has left the building."

"Then he asked whether I was joking."

"What did you say?"

"I said, 'Would it be more reassuring if I were?'"

"There's my dangerous wife!"

"He stared at me for about five seconds."

"Five seconds? That's practically a confession."

"Then he said, 'I'm never sure with you.'"

"Uh huh"

"I told him he should pay closer attention."

"Jill, that's not teasing. That's advanced psychological warfare... I love it!"

"I was only flirting a little."

"Oh yeah, just a little!"

"Then I handed him a folder and asked him to review the figures."

"Businesslike. Good cover."

"Then I leaned closer and said, 'Try not to lose concentration.'"

"You leaned closer? Let me guess, that gave him a good view of your cleavage?"

"Barely."

"And?"

"He dropped the folder."

"I'm devastated that I missed this."

"He picked it up, apologized, and walked away."

"Walked away?"

"Very quickly."

"Did he look back?"

"Once."

"Once?"

"Twice."

"And what have you learned?"

"That Rick is extremely easy to fluster."

"We already knew that."

"And, well... I enjoyed it."

"Good. You should be admired."

"Even when I'm tormenting innocent colleagues?"

"Especially then. Perhaps tomorrow, wear something even more dangerous?"

"Hmmmm, maybe I will."

******

Paul looked up at the clock as the door to the apartment opened. "You're home early."

Jill walked in smiling, "I know."

"Should I be worried?"

"No."

"That answer came too quickly."

"I had an interesting day."

"Interesting in the Rick sense?"

"Possibly."

"Jill."

"Don't look at me like that."

"I'm not looking at you any particular way."

"You are absolutely looking at me like a man who suspects his wife has caused trouble near office equipment. Your grin's bigger than the Cheshire cat's."

"Was there another photocopier incident?"

"No photocopiers were involved."

"Then what happened?"

Jill took off her coat, revealing her cream blouse and brown pencil skirt. "I decided to be a little more daring."

"Define "a little."

"I went to Rick's desk to ask about the figures in the monthly report."

"Entirely professional so far."

"I leaned over his desk to point at a line on the page."

"How far did you lean?"

"Paul."

"I'm gathering evidence."

"I leaned forward."

"You leaned forward."

"Yes, and well the top of my blouse might have been accidentally unbuttoned."

"Accidentally?"

"Yes."

"And what, pray tell are you wearing under the blouse" Paul tried to push his finger down on the neckline to see if he could see himself.

"Paul!"

"Well?"

"My white lacy half cup bra, if you must know."

"The one that definitely doesn't completely cover your nipples?"

"Maybe."

"I love that bra!"

"Well, I bent over his desk and pointed to the total in the report. Rick looked at the report, then at me, then immediately back at the report."

"A disciplined man."

"Very disciplined. Almost suspiciously disciplined."

"What did you say?"

"I asked whether he was following the calculation."

"And was he?"

"Not remotely."

"How could you tell?"

"He said, 'Yes,' but he was looking at the same line I'd pointed to for at least ten seconds."

"Perhaps it was a very complicated line."

"It was a subtotal."

"An unusually complicated subtotal. And then?"

"I moved a little closer and asked whether I was distracting him."

"You did not."

"I did," beaming a mischievous smile. "He said, 'No,' so quickly that he knocked his pen onto the floor."

"Did he blush?"

"Immediately. He bent down to pick up the pen but then seemed to forget why he'd bent down."

"That poor man."

"I felt bad for about three seconds."

"Only three?"

"Yes, 'cause I could tell he was checking out my legs!"

"Oh interesting! This is getting even hotter."

"Then I asked whether he wanted me to explain the figures somewhere less distracting."

"Oh Jill! I love it."

"He got back into his chair and said the desk was fine."

"Was it?"

"He had both hands flat on the desktop and was staring at the report as though it contained emergency instructions."

"What happened next?"

"I straightened up and thanked Rick for his help."

"Did you smile?"

"Of course."

"Did you say anything else?"

"I told him he should try to concentrate next time."

"And then?"

"He said, 'I'll do my best.' I walked away, and he didn't speak for nearly a minute."

"You're pleased with yourself."

"A little."

"More than a little."

"Perhaps."

"Did you find it arousing to tease him to distraction?"

Jill paused, pursing her lips. "Hmmm, yes, I guess I did. It's been a long time since I did something so obviously sexually teasing."

"He say anything else afterwards?"

"He sent me an email later."

"What did it say?"

"Thanks for explaining the subtotal."

"Only that?"

"And then, 'I understand it now.'"

"Remarkable. The man has recovered."

"There was one more sentence. 'Please don't lean over my desk again.'"

"Ah." Paul chuckled.

*******

The next Monday Paul arrived home from work after Jill. She was now causally attired in a sweater and leggings.

"Hello hubby, how as your day?" she pecked him on the cheek.

"Awful. But let's not talk about it. How was yours?"

"Well, I took your advice about being more careful with Rick," she said with a slight smirk.

"That sounds ominous."

"I sat across from him during the budget meeting."

"In that sensible sweater?"

"In a short skirt and stockings."

"Oh! And?"

"I crossed my legs, then uncrossed them and let my knees fall apart just enough for him to notice."

"You actually flashed your panties?"

"Who said I had panties on?"

Paul's mouth fell open.

"Don't panic, I did."

"And Rick?"

"He stopped speaking halfway through a sentence."

"I bet he did!"

"He stared at the spreadsheet as though the numbers had suddenly become impossible to understand. I asked whether he was all right."

"Let me guess -- he said he was fine."

"Immediately. 'I'm not distracted,' he insisted."

"While being visibly distracted?"

"His face was bright red. He said the room was warm."

"A convincing explanation."

"He was gripping the edge of the table and trying very hard to look professional."

"Trying?"

"Not succeeding. He kept glancing at me, then quickly looking away whenever I noticed."

"What did you say?"

"I asked whether he was concentrating on the budget or on something else."

Paul chuckled.

"He told me he was trying to maintain professionalism."

"At least he was honest."

"I asked whether that was difficult."

"And?"

"He said, 'It is becoming unexpectedly difficult.'"

"That sounds like Rick admitting defeat."

"Yes. I closed my knees and let him finish the presentation."

"How long did it take him to recover?"

"A few minutes. But he was still blushing -- and smiling."

"So the meeting wasn't entirely unpleasant for him."

"No. That, he made perfectly clear."

"Well, well, well, maybe Rick's not so awkward after all.

"Mmmmmm. Anyway, what shall we have for dinner?"

"Later" said Paul, grabbing Jill's hand and leading her to the bedroom.

*******

"So... what got into you last night?" Jill asked as she joined Paul for breakfast.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm still feeling a little sore" Jill replied with a smile. "It's been a long time since we went at it that hard."

"You make it sound like it was unpleasant."

"Oh no, it was pleasant, pretty wonderful in fact. I'm just curious as to why now."

"Ah, well, my beautiful wife just brings it out in me sometimes."

"Yeah, right after she's just told you about flashing her workmate...."

"That had nothing to do with it."

"Oh really?"

"Well... perhaps it had a little to do with it. I did find what you told me pretty hot. Such a naughty wife!" Paul laughed.

"Uh huh." She began eating her avocado toast.

"So... any special plans for work today?"

"Oh, I just thought I get Rick into the storage cupboard and suck his cock" Jill said between bites of her toast.

Paul choked on his toast and marmalade.

Jill chuckled. "You're so easy."

"Hmmm, I am... but you know what, that would be hot to see" Paul beamed at his wife.

This time it was Jill that nearly choked. "Are you serious?"

"Actually, I think I am. I'm curious how far you could take this."

"Hmmmmmmm."

"Anyway, I'm not asking you do anything. Upto you if you continue teasing poor Rick."

"Yeah, ok. By the way, I found out he is married."

"What! You never mentioned that."

"Well, I only found out yesterday. Look," she pulled out her phone and pulled up a Facebook page. "See, here he is. Status: married. No kids though. And if that's his wife in the picture, well she's pretty hot too."

"So, you're stalking him online too now... Obsessed much?" Paul took a look at the profile photo. "Hey, he doesn't look anything like what I expected. No wonder your so into this."

"What did you expect?"

"Balding, heavy mid-50s virgin, given your descriptions of his awkwardness. Not this younger, athletic looking dude with better hair than me."

"Jealous now?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Really?"

"Really. It's actually even hotter that a younger guy is so flustered by my beautiful wife." Paul leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss.

"Hmmm, well got to get ready for work. Talk later."

"Can't wait," replied Paul.

********

"You're going to laugh when I tell you what happened today," Jill dropped her coat as she entered the apartment.

"That depends. Did Rick survive another meeting?"

"No meeting, but when I was reaching for a folder on the lower shelf beside his desk..."

"'Reaching' is doing a lot of work in that sentence."

"I bent over, and I misjudged how close he was standing behind me."

"Misjudged?"

"Regardless, I backed into him, quite firmly."

Paul gave Jill his most roguish look.

"It was accidental! I straightened immediately and apologized."

"Sure it was! And Rick?"

"He didn't turn red this time."

"Oh?"

"He smiled and said, 'You're making a habit of surprising me.'"

"He said that?"

"Calmly. Then he added, 'Although I'm beginning to suspect it isn't always accidental.'"

"Smart dude. I knew the man had a spine somewhere."

"I told him he was becoming observant."

"Dangerous reply."

"He said, 'Only because you keep giving me reasons to pay attention.'"

"That's considerably more confident than the subtotal incident."

"I noticed. Then I told him I didn't want to make him uncomfortable."

"You liar."

Jill grinned. "He said I hadn't, but that we should both be careful at work."

"Sensible. Annoyingly sensible."

"I agreed. Then he handed me the folder and said, 'For the record, I prefer conversations where I can see your face.'"

"That is smooth."

"Are you worried I've taken this too far?"

"Jill, I'm thrilled."

"Thrilled?"

"Not jealous. Delighted. How do you feel about it though?"

"Well, a bit anxious but also, well, excited too."

"What do you want to do now?"

"I don't know. Knowing he is married makes me feel a little guilty about doing anything else."

"But if he wasn't married you'd consider going further?"

"I don't know... maybe?"

"You find him hot?"

"A bit, yeah. Is that wrong?"

"Of course not. You're married, not dead."

"Still, we are married. And so is he."

"Does it make the situation any less exciting?"

"No..."

"Look, does he know you are married?"

"Yeah, everyone knows -- I don't hide it" she smiled at Paul.

"Okay. Then there is no real problem. Where do you want to go for dinner?"

********

A couple of days later, as they walked out the door to head to work, Paul casually asked Jill what had been happening with Rick.

"Oh not much. He's been far less anxious around me. Gives me long looks and smiles."

"Disappointed?"

"No, intrigued, actually. He was so awkward and now it is like he's flipped some kind of personality switch and is actually a confident dude."

"Interesting. Does he have the hots for you?"

"I dunno. But... I think so?"

"Well maybe you should arrange another 'situation' to test out his reaction?"

"Hmmmmmmmm."

********

Later that evening they arrived home at almost the same time.

"How was your day?" Paul asked Jill as they removed their jackets.

"Good. I have something to tell you."

"Oh, did you stage another 'situation'?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh goodie. Tell me all about it."

"Well, I was at the photocopier..."

"The photocopier again, nice!"

"... and I called over to Rick that the copier was jammed again."

"Uh huh, and did he rush to assist."

"He sauntered over and said he'd take a look."

"I bet he did, and where did he look?"

"Just the copier. But he was puzzled and said he didn't think it was jammed at all."

"Of course, because it wasn't"

"Right, but before he stood up, I caressed his butt and whispered in his ear that I wished he were free to jam me up."

"You fucking didn't!"

'I did."

"Well corny, but sexy as fuck. What was his reaction?"

"He just turned and smiled and said 'I see. I'll have to check with my wife about that.' And then he calmly walked away."

"Shit. Now he's Mr. cool-as-a-cucumber."

"Yep."

"So was that it. Did you say anything else?"

"Kinda. I asked Rick out for drinks tomorrow night."

"You did what?!"

"For drinks. With you, me, Rick, and Sophie."

"Sophie?"

"His wife."

"I'm listening."

"Rick and I were finishing up after work, and the conversation was surprisingly normal. He even made a joke about what I'd said at the copier without turning red or dropping anything."

"A historic occasion."

"I told him he seemed much more relaxed lately. He said he was getting used to me."

"Bold of him."

"I said perhaps he should meet the person responsible for my terrible influence."

"Meaning me?"

"Obviously. Then I suggested Sophie come too, so nobody would misunderstand anything."

"Sensible. Wait, you invited his wife before inviting me?"

"I knew you'd say yes."

"Confidence bordering on recklessness."

"You're not upset, are you?"

"No. Honestly, I think it's a good idea. I can ask tasteful questions."

"That sounds ominous."

"Fine. I'll only ask whether he's finally recovered from the subtotal incident."

"I knew inviting you was a mistake."

"Yet you invited me anyway."

"Because you're my favorite troublemaker."

"Uh huh."

*******

Paul and Jill walked into the bar a few minutes late. Jill nodded to Paul where Rick and Sophie were sitting.

"You sit next to Rick, and I'll sit next to Sophie" Paul whispered to Jill as their approached the table.

Jill smiled and made the introductions as she slipped into the booth next to Rick. Paul went to the other end of the booth. Rick's eyebrows raised slightly.

Paul addressed Rick directly: "It's good to meet you at last. I've heard your name often enough that I was beginning to wonder whether you were real."

"I've wondered the same thing about you."

"Very funny," Jill broke in, "hello you must be Sophie. Sophie, this is Paul."

"It's lovely to meet you both. Rick has told me a few things a bit about you."

"Hopefully only the flattering parts."

"He said you were observant, witty, and unusually calm under pressure..." she paused for effect, "and a bit of a flirt."

Jill smiled nervously. "Guilty as charged."

"Well, I've had somewhat different reports about Rick from Jill" Paul interjected. "Apparently, Rick was turning tomato red whenever Jill asked him a question."

"Also guilty as charged."

Paul raised his glass toward Sophie. "So, I know rather too much about Rick's work habits already. What I'm interested in is you. What do you do when you're not rescuing him from embarrassing stories about the office?"

Sophie smiled politely. "I don't rescue him. He manages quite well."

Rick gave her a grateful look. "Thank you."

"That sounded almost convincing," Jill said.

Rick turned toward her. "I was hoping we could get through the evening without discussing the office."

"Of course," Jill replied. "We can discuss anything else. Your hobbies, your ambitions, your secret talents..."

Paul leaned forward with interest. "Sophie?"

Sophie took a small sip of her drink. "I paint."

Jill's expression brightened. "Really? What kind of painting?"

"Mostly landscapes. Watercolor, occasionally oils. Just amateur stuff."

"That sounds lovely," Jill said. "Do you exhibit your work?"

"No. I paint for myself."

Paul nodded thoughtfully. "That suggests patience. I've always admired patient people. Jill has never shown any evidence of possessing that quality."

Jill gave him an amused glance then turned to Rick. "I'm patient when something is worth waiting for."

Rick's attention flickered briefly toward her before he looked down at his glass.

Sophie noticed, though her expression remained composed. "And you, Paul?"

"I restore old radios. Or attempt to. Sometimes I spend an entire weekend making one produce a noise that sounds like a dying insect."

"Ummm... that's practical?" Sophie replied.

"Not remotely. But it keeps me out of trouble."

Jill laughed. "That is not why he does it."

"No?"

"He likes fiddling with knobs and things until they make noise."

Paul looked at her. "You make that sound suggestive."

"I was talking about radios."

"Were you?"

Rick coughed into his drink. Sophie's mouth curved faintly. Paul admired her curly black hair that framed her heart shaped face.

Jill turned to him. "What about you? What do you enjoy when you're not pretending to be serious?"

"I read. I run occasionally. I cook... badly."

"Badly?" Paul asked.

"Competently, if supervised."

"By whom?" Jill asked.

Rick met her eyes. "That depends who's available."

The question lingered just long enough to make Paul lift his eyebrows.

Paul raised his glass again. "Excellent. We've learned that Rick is a cautious cook, Sophie is artistic, and Jill is incapable of asking a question without turning it into an interrogation."

"I'm not interrogating anyone," Jill said. "I'm curious."

"Curiosity is one word for it. But this is going better than I expected" Paul replied.

Sophie glanced at him. "What did you expect?"

"More awkward silences."

"And instead?"

"Just enough tension to keep everyone attentive."

Jill lifted her glass. "To relaxed evenings."

Rick touched his glass to hers. "And carefully chosen subjects."

Sophie added, "For now."

Paul grinned. "I like her." He set his empty glass on the table. "I'm beginning to think Sophie is the most daring person here."

Sophie raised an eyebrow. "Because I've had two drinks?"

"Because you've had two drinks and remain composed. Jill becomes more unpredictable after one."

"I become more honest," Jill corrected.

Rick glanced at her.

"You seemed to appreciate my honesty earlier," Jill responded to his gaze.

"I appreciated the change of subject."

"You were the one who kept looking for opportunities to change it."

Rick smiled. "I'm trying to behave."

"Trying?"

"Moderately."

Paul laughed. "A brave admission."

Sophie turned toward him. "You encourage this?"

"I encourage honesty."

"Even when it causes trouble?"

"Especially then."

She studied him over the rim of her glass. "That explains a great deal about your marriage."

Jill leaned back. "Careful, Sophie. He enjoys being analyzed."

"Only by someone perceptive" Paul interjected.

Sophie's expression softened with amusement. "And what makes you think I'm perceptive?"

"You've been quietly observing everyone all evening."

"Perhaps I'm deciding whether you are worth the effort."

Paul rested his elbow on the table. "And have we passed inspection?"

"Some of you are still under review."

Rick gave a low laugh. "I'm guessing I'm not the difficult one."

"You're not difficult," Sophie said. "You're transparent. And besides, we're married."

Rick looked toward Jill, who smiled back innocently. "I've never called you transparent."

"No. You prefer for me to be observant."

"Hmmm."

Their eyes met for a moment longer than necessary.

Paul noticed and turned to Sophie. "You see what I have to tolerate."

"I'm starting to see what you enjoy."

"That obvious?"

"Only if one is paying attention."

Paul lowered his voice slightly. "I'm glad you are."

Sophie's fingers remained around her glass, though she did not drink. "You're very direct."

"Only when someone seems willing to listen."

"And if they are?"

"Then I become more direct."

Jill gave him a warning look that was softened by a smile. "Paul."

"What? Sophie asked."

"I didn't ask anything."

"Not aloud."

Sophie laughed, more freely now. "You two really do communicate like that?"

"Usually," Jill said. "Sometimes he pretends not to understand me."

"Sometimes I understand you perfectly," Paul replied.

Rick shook his head. "I'm beginning to wish we'd stuck to the embarrassing office stories."

"You wanted to avoid them," Jill reminded him.

"I'm reconsidering."

"Too late."

Sophie turned toward Rick. "You've been unusually quiet about your own interests."

"Because Jill keeps asking questions."

"Maybe she's interested."

"She is," Paul said. "Jill becomes very attentive when she finds something intriguing."

Jill tapped her glass against Paul's. "And you become remarkably talkative when you're trying to provoke someone."

"Is it working?"

"Perhaps."

Sophie looked from one to the other. "And how comfortable are we about testing boundaries?"

Paul smiled. "Depends on how clearly they are marked."

"And if they aren't?"

"Then we ask."

The answer seemed to satisfy her. She shifted slightly closer to him, her knee brushing his beneath the table.

"Good," Sophie said. "I appreciate people who ask."

Paul glanced down briefly, then back at her face. "So do I."

Rick cleared his throat. "Should we order another round?"

Jill tilted her head. "Trying to save yourself?"

"Trying to maintain control."

"Of what?"

Rick met her gaze. "That's exactly the kind of question I'm trying to avoid."

Sophie laughed, and Paul raised his glass.

"To poor judgment," he said.

"To curiosity," Jill added, draining her wine.

Rick hesitated, then smiled. "To knowing when to stop."

Sophie touched her glass to his. "And when not to."

"And that is our cue to head out, I think." Rick looked around the table. They all nodded in agreement, Jill a little reluctantly.

Before he could slide out of the booth, Paul felt Sophie's hand squeeze his thigh. He acknowledged this by smiling at her and then moved out of her way.

"Good night you two. It was very nice evening," Jill said as Rick and Sophie gathered their things and shimmed out of the booth.

"Yes, I hope we can do it again sometime" Rick replied, turning away from Paul and winking at Jill.

"Absolutely," agreed Sophie.

"Right Paul, let's get an Uber."

********

"Well, wasn't that an interesting evening?" Jill mused casually as they arrived at the apartment.

"Yes, it was. You know Sophie actually squeezed my thigh under the table at the end."

"Did she now? Interesting. Rick and my legs were unnecessarily touching much of the evening."

"Oh? I didn't see him react."

"No. As you said, now he's cool-as-a-cucumber. And another thing. He passed me this note just before we left."

"Interesting! What does it say?"

"Let's have a look." She opened the small piece of paper on the counter and then read it out. "Sophie's totally fine with you flirting with me. But if things go any further, she wants to be a part of it. R."

"Well, well, well. What do you make of that Jill?"

"I dunno. Is that an invitation?"

"Maybe she's like me, you know all non-possessive like."

Jill laughed. "Do you think that is really Sophie's view, or what Rick would like to believe it is?"

"Well, as I said, she was pretty handsy with me, so who knows?"

"I didn't see you resisting the attention."

"Hey, what can I say. I'm a charmer."

"Hmmmph."

"Are you upset?"

"No. Just a little confused."

"I didn't ask before, but what were you hoping for inviting them to the bar and all?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"Well, we all got along. Clearly Rick is totally into you. And you know I'm fine with that."

"And Sophie being into you?"

"Can't say that is true for sure, but I'm not going to deny I enjoy the thought."

"Yeah sure. But what do we do now?"

"No pressure, but that's really your decision babe. You know I'm having fun with all this."

"Yeah, but it seems like it's getting serious now. I mean, we've moved beyond harmless flirting. This feels like it is going somewhere."

"Maybe. But look, I'm not going to press anything on you. I love you too much to do that. I just think, well... in all honesty, if you wanted to... play with Rick I'd be down with that. Just so long as I'm present."

"Play with him? You make it sound like we are in the preschool sandbox or something."

"Hmmmmm, that's an interesting image."

"Paul. Are you seriously saying you'd be okay with Rick and I fucking?"

"Actually I am. Again, so long as this is all done openly and honestly. No sneaking around behind each other's back."

"I don't know...."

"Well, that response tells me you are at least thinking about it. So sleep on it for a few days." Paul gave her a hug.

"Ugggg. You are impossible."

"You know it."

*******

"So, I got an invitation from Rick today" Jill announced as she put her keys in the dish on the counter.

"Oh yes? More fun at the photocopier?"

"No. He and Sophie have invited us over to their house for dinner next Saturday."

"Have they now. Isn't that intriguing."

"Get your mind out of the gutter. It's just a dinner invitation."

"Oh, is it now?"

Jill smiled. "Yes."

"Well? Do you want to go?"

"I think we should, yes."

*******

Jill and Paul arrived at Rick and Sophie's house at precisely 7 pm as requested.

"Welcome new friends!" Sophie greeted them at the door. Like Jill she wore a black dress; unlike Jill's long gown, Sophie's was hemmed well above the knee.

"We brought both red and white, didn't know what you were serving" Paul handed over the wine to Rick who had joined his wife at the door.

"Thanks! Come on through to the dining room, food is just about ready." Rick took their coats and directed them into the small room with a modest round table.

"Thanks again for inviting us" Paul responded.

Jill and Paul took their places facing each other.

"You have a lovely place" Jill called out.

"Thank you! We'll show you around later if you are interested, but first food!" Sophie responded.

Rick carried the soup bowls to the table while Sophie followed with a basket of warm bread.

"Before anyone says anything," Rick announced, "the lobster bisque is entirely my responsibility."

"He means it's edible," Sophie added.

Paul lifted his spoon. "A distinction I respect."

Jill looked at the steaming bowl in front of her. "It looks yummy."

Rick sat down across from his wife. "Thanks. Now be kind, I'm not used to outside critics."

"You invited us," Jill said.

"We invited you because we like you."

"Even after everything I've put you through at the office?"

Rick gave her a measured look. "I think we should agree not to discuss work."

"I was referring to your emotional development."

Paul laughed. "She means the blushing."

"I know what she means."

Sophie took a sip of wine. "He has improved."

"Dramatically," Jill said.

"Yes, you've been good for him" Sophie purred in her silky voice.

Rick tasted the bisque. "I'm pleased my progress has been documented."

Jill leaned toward him. "You seem completely in control tonight."

"I'm at home."

"Is that the only reason?"

Rick looked at her across the table. "No."

The answer was quiet, but it changed the atmosphere. Sophie glanced at him, then at Jill, before reaching for the bread.

Paul noticed. "This is a very good soup."

"Thank you," Rick said.

Sophie put a crab cake on Paul's plate. He looked at the crab cake, then at Sophie. "You're taking care of me already."

"I'm serving dinner."

"Of course."

Her hand lingered near his plate for half a second before she withdrew it. Paul's expression became openly appreciative.

Jill caught the exchange. "Sophie, you should be careful. Paul responds very well to attentive service."

"I've noticed," Sophie said.

Paul raised his brows. "Have you?"

"I notice a great deal."

"And do you act on everything you notice?"

Sophie's gaze held his. "Not immediately."

Rick cleared his throat, though there was amusement in his eyes. "The crab cakes are getting cold."

"An excellent reason to eat," Jill said.

The salmon was served, delicate and pale beneath a scattering of herbs. For several minutes, the conversation remained focused on food. Everyone but Rick discussed the seasoning, the salad dressing, and whether the salmon main had been poached in wine or stock. Rick merely nodded when there were questions.

Jill set down her fork. "Rick, you're quiet."

"I'm concentrating on dinner."

"You can concentrate on more than one thing."

"So I've discovered." He gave Jill a mischievous glance.

Paul took a drink. "I'm impressed by the diplomacy at this table."

Sophie looked at him. "Diplomacy?"

"It's what people call it when they want to say something provocative without admitting that's what they're doing."

"Is that your specialty?"

"No. I'm more of an observer."

Jill turned toward him. "You're not merely an observer."

"No?"

"You encourage people, then sit back to see what happens."

Paul smiled. "That sounds like a criticism."

"It isn't."

Sophie's expression grew thoughtful. "And what happens when someone encourages you?"

Paul placed his fork beside his plate. "That depends on how persuasive they are."

Rick leaned back and looked at his wife. "I suddenly understand why you wanted to host dinner."

Sophie glanced at him. "Do you?"

"Well, not entirely."

"That may be the point."

Sophie poured more wine, first for herself, then for Paul. When she reached Jill's glass, Jill covered it with her hand.

"I'm pacing myself."

Paul looked at her. "That's unlike you."

"I like remembering conversations."

"Do you?"

"Especially the ones people regret having."

Rick smiled. "You see why I avoid giving her material."

"And yet," Jill said, "you keep looking at me as though you want to."

Rick lowered his voice. "Maybe I do."

Sophie's hand paused around the wine bottle. Paul watched her carefully.

Jill did not look away from Rick. "Want to what?"

"Give you material."

"That sounds risky."

"It might be."

The silence that followed was not awkward. It was deliberate.

Paul broke it gently. "Sophie, you've also gone very quiet."

"I've been listening."

"To everyone?"

"Mostly to you."

Paul smiled. "That's flattering."

"I didn't say it was flattering."

"No, but you said it in a flattering tone."

Sophie leaned back in her chair. "You're very confident aren't you?"

"Is that a complaint?"

"I haven't decided."

"What would help you decide?"

Rick glanced at her. "Careful."

Sophie turned to Rick. "You said you wanted everyone to relax."

"I do."

"Then relax."

Jill laughed. "She has you there."

Rick looked at his wife with something between exasperation and admiration. "You're enjoying this."

"Very much."

Paul looked at Jill. "You're not the only one."

Sophie reached across the table for the salt. Paul handed it to her before she could ask.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome."

Their fingers touched. Neither moved immediately.

Jill watched them with a knowing smile. "That was almost subtle."

Sophie withdrew her hand. "I was reaching for the salt."

"Of course."

Paul leaned closer to Sophie. "You should know that Jill treats coincidence as a confession."

"And you?"

"I treat it as an invitation to ask better questions."

Sophie met his eyes. "You ask a lot of questions."

"Only when I'm interested in the answers."

"And are you interested now?"

"Very."

Rick set down his glass. "Perhaps we should bring out dessert."

Jill turned to him. "Are you trying to change the subject?"

"I'm trying to keep the evening from becoming an experiment."

"Too late," Paul said.

Sophie smiled. "What kind of experiment?" she asked, moving her bare foot so that she could rub the back of Paul's calf with it.

Paul, aware of the caress, answered before anyone else could. "An examination of how much tension four people can create while remaining technically polite."

Sophie's eyes gleamed. "And what have you learned?"

"That politeness is highly overrated."

Jill rested her elbow on the table. "I've learned that Rick is still careful when he's interested."

Rick looked at her. "And what have you learned about yourself?"

"That I enjoy seeing whether people will admit what they want."

"Do you always get an answer?"

"Eventually."

"Even if they don't say it?"

"Especially then."

The intensity in his expression made her smile fade into something more thoughtful.

Sophie rose to clear the plates. Paul stood at once.

"I can help."

"I can manage."

"I'm sure you can."

"Then why offer?"

"Because I want to."

She studied him, then handed him two plates. "All right."

As they moved toward the kitchen, Paul glanced back at Jill and Rick. "Try not to interrogate each other while we're gone."

Jill smiled. "No promises."

Rick watched Sophie disappear through the doorway, then looked at Jill. "This is not what I expected."

"What did you expect?"

"A quiet dinner."

"You should know better by now."

"I thought you were trying to be normal."

"I am being normal."

Rick laughed softly. "That's the most alarming thing you've said all evening."

From the kitchen, Sophie called, "I heard that."

Paul's voice followed. "She hears everything."

Rick touched his glass to hers. "To unexpected dinners."

Jill lifted her glass, "and dangerous hosts."

At the doorway, Sophie reappeared with a knowing smile. "Dangerous guests, too."

Paul stood beside her, his arm resting around her waist.

Jill looked from them to Rick. "Well. This evening has become considerably more interesting."

Rick's gaze returned to hers. "It was interesting before dinner."

The four of them exchanged looks, then Sophie raised her glass.

"To good food," she said.

"And complicated company," Paul added.

Jill smiled. "The best kind."

Rick lifted his glass last. "To knowing exactly where the boundaries are."

Sophie's eyes looked up at Paul. "And deciding, very carefully, how close to stand to them."

"Shall we have dessert in the living room?" Rick then asked innocently. "It's more comfortable than in here -- Sophie and I can worry about the dishes later."

"Sure." Jill rose and followed Paul, Sophie and Rick into the small but well-furnished lounge. Two black leather couches faced each other across a low glass and chrome coffee table.

Sophie sat on the far couch. Paul hesitated, waiting to see which couch Jill was heading to.

"Join me Paul, don't be shy" Sophie purred. "We're past formalities, surely."

Paul stepped around the table and sat next to her, almost touching.

Jill took up a position on the other couch.

"Can I get anyone another drink?" Rick asked still standing. Everyone gave him their preference, and he disappeared back into the kitchen.

"You know Jill, you are very lucky to have someone like Paul as your partner."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, he's clearly very confident in the strength of your bond."

"He is, is he?" Jill looked at Paul with a smirk.

"Well, it was him that encouraged you to flirt with Rick, wasn't it?"

"Er... well, yes, I guess that is true," Jill smoothed her long black dress over her thighs uncomfortably.

"You are lucky. Rick is so cautious about such things. I know he's fancied you for months, but he wouldn't ever have tried anything."

"I knew it!" Paul said, with a note of triumph in his voice.

"Ok cowboy" Jill shot Paul a look. "But what about you Sophie, are you okay with... with the flirting."

"I think we can call it a bit more than 'flirting' Jill. You obviously have enjoyed getting Rick's attention. As for me, yes, I'm absolutely fine with it, and always have been." With that she very deliberately took Paul's hand and placed it directly on her bare knee.

Paul immediately turned his gaze to Sophie then switched right back to Jill, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Hmmmm, you're pretty confident yourself, aren't you Sophie" Jill said, calmly.

"I am."

"Here are the drinks!" Rick came back into the living room with a small tray and four drinks. Paul started to pull away his hand, but Sophie clamped hers over it on her knee.

Rick passed out the drinks, noticing but not commenting on Paul and Sophie's entangled hands.

"Is it me or is it rather hot in here?" Rick said as he sat down.

"That's the most cliched line of the night" Sophie chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess it is. Everyone comfy?" Rick leaned back on the couch. 'Is it okay if..." he nodded to Jill as his arm went behind her along the back of the couch.

"Sure" Jill said, eyeing the couple on the other couch. She leaned back herself, nestling into Rick's side, his arm dropping from the back of the couch onto her shoulder. "Very comfy now."

Paul looked at his wife with a broad smile and gave her a wink.

"You two enjoying the attention?" Sophie murmured. Her hand moving Paul's around on her thigh.

"How does she feel Paul?" Jill asked, her eyes locked on his.

"Soft and warm," Paul replied, his eyes switching between hers and Sophie's, and his hand creeping slowly up her thigh now that her hand had moved to his shoulder.

"I bet it is" Jill muttered, resting her own hand on Rick's thigh. "So... have you ever done this before?" she looked into Rick's face.

He shook his head, a hint of the nervousness she'd witnessed at the office in his face.

"Well, I'm glad we came over" she reassured him, her hand resting on his thigh.

"Lucky us to have such dangerous guests, eh Rick?" Sophie said to Rick and reached over Paul and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. He responded willingly.

"Uh huh" Rick responded, his own hand now gently massaging Jill's shoulder and upper arm.

"So are you dangerous too?" Jill looked up at Rick.

"No, I'm a teddy bear," he bent around and kissed Jill. "Sophie is the really dangerous one in our relationship" he added after breaking the kiss.

"Is she now?" Paul responded breaking their own kiss, but his eyes still fixed on Sophie's.

"You better believe it," she purred.

"Oh I think we're getting to like dangerous," Paul muttered as he drew closer and kissed her again.

Both couples were engaged in passionate embraces, their mouths locked together.

After some kissing and caressing, Paul's hand moved fully under Sophie's dress.

Rick began fondling Jill's ample chest. Jill's fingers reached for Rick's bulging crotch.

Sophie broke her kiss with Paul. "Let's get this out of the way." She reached down and pulled her dress up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor.

"Wow!" Paul uttered, taking in the sight of Sophie's slender frame, now clad only in skimpy black bra and panties. She responded by straddling Paul's lap, presenting her breasts to his face. He reached around to squeeze her tight butt and kissed her hard nipples through the lacy fabric.

A moan from the other couch caught Sophie's attention.

"Oh look Paul, my hubby is licking your wife's pussy."

Paul leant around Sophie's half turned form to watch Rick on his knees between Jill's legs, her dress pushed up above her waist. They both admired the sight for a couple of minutes, lightly caressing each other as they did so.

"Mmmmmm, you think she likes having his tongue on her clit?"

"Fucking right she does! And would you like to feel my tongue on yours?"

"Uh huh, I was waiting for that question." Sophie got to her feet. "Let's join them over there."

She walked around the coffee table, running her hand through Rick's hair as she passed the other couple, and sitting back on the couch next to the tensed-up frame of Jill.

Paul followed, dropping to all fours and reaching out to pull down Sophie's skimpy underwear. Eagerly he began lapping at Sophies already wet slit.

"Hmmmmm, nice, nice, that's it, there, yes, yesssss, oh that's good, yesssss."

Jill looked down at Paul and smiled at him between her own growing moans.

"Yeah baby, lick it good" Sophie half-whispered. Paul wasn't sure to whom that was directed, himself or Rick. But he redoubled his efforts, his tongue probing her pussy lips and swirling over her clit.

"Mmmmmmm, yesssss" Sophie moaned.

"Oooooooo, fuck! I'm close, I'm so close... ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Jill groaned.

Paul pulled free from between Sophie's crotch and looked over at Rick: "Put your fingers in her while you lick, that usually does it!"

Rick took the direction, slipping one, two and then three of his fingers into Jill's opening and moving them around in a circular motion as he sucked on her clit.

"OHhhhhhhhhhh fuck I'm commmminnng!..... oooooooooooooo" Jill spasmed, her back arching up.

Rick, Paul and Sophie all admired Jill as she let the waves of pleasure wash over her body, and then her whole frame slumped back on the sofa.

"Lovely" Sophie whispered, and Paul resumed his own lapping of her hot wetness.

"Take off your dress baby" Rick directed Jill as he finished disrobing himself. She pulled it over her head. "And your bra. I've wanted to fuck those luscious tits from the first time I met you!"

Rick pulled Jill down so own her head was propped up on the back of the couch and he mounted her chest. She pushed her large orbs together around his large cock and he began thrusting.

Paul lifted up again to take a look. He managed to say "Oh yeah, that's hot" before Sophie pushed down on his head, reminding him of his task.

"You need to concentrate on me now mmmmmmm," Sophie breathed.

Paul renewed his efforts and soon had Sophie groaning and writhing on the couch.

Rick moved his dick from between Jill's tits to her mouth, feeding as much of his length as she could take in.

"Ohhhh shit yes, yes, yes, ohhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssssssss" Sophie suddenly came with a massive wail.

Paul emerged from between her legs his face and chin soaked in her juices.

"Here" Sophie spoke to Paul and directing Rick to stand up, "let's get your hot wife on this table." Paul and Rick together pulled Jill up of the sofa.

At first Paul was puzzled as Rick and Sophie maneuvered Jill onto all fours on the glass coffee table.

"Which end do you want first?" Sophie asked Paul.

"Oh, ok, I guess this one?" He presented his cock to Jill's face, pushing it gently between her lips.

Rick wasted no time in clasping Jills buttocks and pushing his rod between her pussy lips. With a single thrust he buried it deep into her.

"Ohhhhhh my good, fuck, it feels so big!" Jill gasped.

Rick started pumping vigorously, driving Jill's whole body forward with each thrust. Paul began driving his own hips forward matching Rick, propelling his own cock deep into Jill's mouth each time.

"Hmmmmmmmmph" Jill groaned, feeling her pussy and mouth stuffed at the same time.

"Oh man you're so hot!" Paul exclaimed to his wife.

"Oh yeah, that's it, fuck her good and hard" Sophie moaned, now standing next to Paul, her fingers in Jill's hair, urging her to take in more of Paul's cock.

"You want to get pounded like this too?" Paul exclaimed between thrusts.

"Oh, I'm counting on it" she replied in her sultry voice.

"Good" Paul responded, pulling free from Jill. "Why don't you join Jill on the table, then."

Sophie gave him a wicked grin and lay back on the table beside Jill, then maneuvering herself under her. Rick smiled and helped move Jill's legs so that she straddled Sophie's shoulders.

Rick and Paul then alternating entering Jill and Sophie's pussies and mouths, sometimes spit roasting one of them, other times concentrating on different partners.

"Oh fuck this is fantastic!" Paul let out. "You're so tight Sophie!"

"Fuck yes, so gooooood" Sophie moaned.

Both women's moaning rose in pitch.

"Here switch up buddy, I wanna fuck your lovely wife's face" Paul pleaded. The two men changed places. Paul drove deep into Sophie's upturned face, burying his cock almost to the hilt, his balls bouncing on her nose.

He began thrusting deep into her throat, Sophie urging him on with her hands pulling on his thighs.

"Fuck I can't hold it anymore," Rick bellowed. He pulled free from Sophie's pussy and released a stream of cum over Sophie's lower torso and across Jill's face.

Paul switched from thrusting into Sophie's mouth to pounding Jill's pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh I'm cumming too, fuck, fuuuuucccck!" Screamed out Jill.

Paul pulled free from his wife's pussy and directed his sopping cock back to Sophie's mouth. Jill's upper torso slumped down onto Sophie's waist.

After another few deep plunges, Paul began tensing up. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Spray her face, she loves it" Rick directed Paul with enthusiasm as he dropped to his knees and began tonguing his wife's pussy.

Paul pulled free just in time to release several streams of cum all over her face and hair. "Ohhhhhhh fuck!"

Seconds later Sophie too came again, with a "yesssssssssssssssss."

Everyone collapsed, the men onto the couches, the women on the table. Eventually they caught their breath.

"Well, I must say dessert was excellent!" Paul said suddenly.

And all four of them started laughing.