CHAPTER 5: Dave's Wife
I know, I'm taking a left turn here, but the next event in my tale involves my boss' boss' wife, Mrs. Judy Candell. You've got to understand about Judy. She wasn't like the rest of the office spouses. You'd never hear much about, let alone see, most of the husbands and wives. They might turn up for an office picnic or Christmas party, but that was about it.
Judy was different. She liked to be involved. The rumor was she came from money and had no reason to work. She was a 'lady who lunched', patroness of the arts, and her husband's biggest fan and supporter. She'd show up at the office, visit with her husband, and make an effort to meet his employees. After you'd been there a while, she knew the names of your kids and where you were born.
We figured she was sort of an employee relations ambassador for her husband. She was also sharp as a scalpel. She knew who had Dave's back and who had the knife, and where all the company bodies were buried. She wasn't vengeful or mean or sneaky, but friendly and kind, and very easy on the eyes. She was a delight to be around, but you knew you wanted to stay on her good side.
She was of average height, with a perfectly proportioned figure. Healthy, but without the giant tits and ass that seem to be fashionable these days. She had class, the kind that comes from old money. She was always perfectly turned out, her makeup flawless and seemingly unnecessary on her very beautiful face. When that face turned to you with a smile, your whole world lit up.
So when she came walking into my little office space on a Wednesday afternoon, it was a definite improvement to my day. Of course I stood up and walked to greet her.
"Hello, Judy. Good to see you," I said.
"You too, Sandy. I've been hearing wonderful things about you from Dave."
A compliment from that lovely face made me feel a few inches taller, but humility was the right response. "Just doing what he tells me," I said.
"And very well," She replied. "We'd like to thank you. Would you join us for dinner on Friday?
Now this was good. He must be really happy. "Yeah, I'd love to," I said.
"Great!" she said. She stepped into me and gave me a quick hug. Her perfume was soft and perfect. As she broke away she whispered, "By the day, Dave tells me you appreciate beautiful things. I do too. Wear something nice, and we'll compare notes."
With that the smile went to 1000 watts. She waved as she turned away. "Cocktails at 6, Sandy. It's just us, so no ties. See you then."
Oh, my fucking God. Dave told her. She fucking knew. What exactly had I gotten myself into?
That night I went home and quickly changed into a pair of thong panties -- the red ones. They made me feel sexy. It's like I felt driven to play to take away the anxiety over Friday's dinner. I got out my toys and lube and cranked up some CD porn on the 'net. In no time at all I was hard. I took the 8" dildo and put it in my mouth, sucking like my life depended on it. I pressed it against the opening to my throat, and tried to relax. I'd been reading about deep throat techniques, and I wanted as much cock in me as I could get. It took several tries. The trick is not the lower throat and the jaw. The trick is relaxing the muscles at the back of your throat. Eventually I felt it sliding into the entrance to my throat.
I hadn't quite conquered my gag reflex, but I was working on it. I kept the tip of the dildo in my throat, moving it back and forth slowly. I could take about 7" into my mouth and throat without gagging.
I stopped and looked at my toys. They were good, but I wanted more. The two dildos were only 1" in diameter. I wanted bigger ones. I paused the porn and pulled my keyboard over. I went to the site I'd ordered them from and shopped for the next size larger -- a bigger dildo for my throat, a bigger vibrator for my ass, and a bigger butt plug to open me up. Then I flipped over to the lingerie site and picked out another bra and panty set, this time bright red, and some thigh-high stockings. Projected delivery was Friday. Maybe I could be really sexy at dinner.
That thought got me really hot. I wanted cock. I wanted my holes filled. I flipped back to porn, watched a skinny teen CD getting fucked, and grabbed my toys. I needed to try my ass. I pulled the thong aside and sat back on my heels. Setting my mouth-fucker aside, I picked up the vibrating dildo and gave it a good coat of lube. Then I put it against my asshole. It still took a minute to loosen up, but soon I felt it glide into me. Ahhh, I'd come to love that feeling. I turned it on, leaving it at a low setting. I put the other dildo back in my mouth and fucked both my holes.
I dropped all the way down on the vibrator until my ass cheeks touched the bed. Then I grabbed my cock and started stroking. I was looking at the CD getting fucked on the screen. I wanted to be her. I checked out the size of her lover's cock, and saw it was thicker and longer than my little toys. How big would my first real one be?
I focused right where the two bodies joined and bounced on the vibrator, feeling it go in and out of my ass, Oh, fuck me, I moaned, fuck me hard. And then I came, spewing my load everywhere. That night I slept in bra and panties, with my butt plug tight inside me. I dreamt girly dreams again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
That ends Chapter 5 in Sandy's adventures. Chapter 6 will be the dinner party, and I've got at least one surprise in mind for you then. If you like my stories, drop me a note. Even if you don't like them, hit the donation button. This only works with my writing and your donating.