First get a feel of this beautiful piece of meat. Let your fingertips trace along the hard throbbing length of his shaft. Yeah, one hand at a time and then both hands, alternating. Yes, yes. See, how much he loves it... his cock’s surging upward at your touch and even twitching. Your delicate touch is sending waves of sensations all through his body. Look at the way his knees are trembling, and you haven’t even started yet. This is going to be good. Now, wrap your fingers around his thick shaft, at the base and slowly stroke up the length to his red hot cockhead. Gently cup his big hairy balls with your other hand, and fondle those rubbery orbs. Doesn’t it feel good doing that? It sure feels good for George here.
Yeah, keep stroking his cock, slow and easy. Slip your other hand to your dripping pussy and then smear all that love juice from it over his cock, aha, yeah... just like that. Oh, you’re such a natural... I love that moaning sound you’re making. Go ahead, give that deep slit on his cockhead a flick with your tongue... I know you want to; you’re practically drooling all over it. Just one little flick, to get some saliva on it... and now swirl your fist all over that dense cockhead, feel it throb in your grip. Oh, look at the way his body’s gone all stiff, Georgie boy is sure loving this.
Wow, look at that cock gleaming with your combined love juices... such a beautiful sight. Keep stroking his cock, use both hands now and get a tight grip. Slide your hands up and down, slow and easy... gradually building up on the tempo. Yeah, oh... hell yeah, watching you jerking off my husband in front of me is making me so horny. Oh, yeah... I’m going to cum again, just looking at you go. Oh, yeah... keep stroking it, stroke it hard... look, his getting bigger and more red... he’s going to cum... oh, fuck... here he comes... keep on stroking him. And don’t waste that delicious spunk, get it all in your mouth. Here, let me get some of that too, and don’t stop... keep grinding his meat. Oh, this is so damn awesome... we’ve seriously got to take this to the next level and get a fucking threesome going next.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 37
“It’s just weird.” Jack was hunched over his laptop at a desk in the corner of the living room between the end of the couch and the easy chair jammed up into the back of his office chair.
“Things are just piling up around here,” Darla said. “I’m not saying it is your fault. You have your online work to keep up with, contracts, and then there is all the cleaning and chores around the house here. Each one is getting in the way of the other. I’m not criticizing; I’m just trying to help so that you can do what you need to do.”
Jack was still trying to enter figures into the spreadsheet open on his screen as she was talking. He was afraid she was about to explode at him for not listening, but he was behind and had deadlines approaching. He was also distracted by his wife’s water glass on the side table that was dangerously close to the edge and ready to be pumped over on the plugs in the outlet. Thousands of dollars in work would be lost. He needed to work to turn his freelance work from thousands into tens of thousands. If he had to buy a new laptop, that would put him further behind in time and money. What Darla was suggesting would take even more money.
“It seems like an extravagance,” he said.
“It’s an investment,” Darla said. “You will be freed up to do all you need to do with the menial tasks lifted off your shoulders. I want to do this for you – for us.”
Darla knew a lot about investing. She went to a big brokerage office every day. She had said that she believed in Jack when he left his company to start over with freelance from home. They were in their thirties – still young, but time to be building up their careers instead of starting over. Things had built slowly, but she encouraged him to stick with it even when he considered going on one of the headhunter sites to explore a new office job. She had been right that things would pick up. She was also right that things had started to pile up and get cluttered. Maybe she was right about this too.
“How would it even work?” He closed the spreadsheet and opened the abstract he was three days behind on preparing.
“I already hunted through the applications online myself,” Darla said. “I found someone reasonably priced with good recommendations from her internships. This will be her first, real paying job, but she was really appreciated where she has worked before, so it will be a win for all of us. I’ll pay her well enough, but it is reasonable.”
“How reasonable?”
Darla leaned over and kissed his forehead. Jack felt bad about it, but he stared at the water glass the entire time she was over him. She sat back on the arm of the sofa and said, “It will be my treat. I handle the taxes anyway. Let me worry about that, Skyler will deal with all the extra tasks, and you can focus on what matters most for your career. Then, you and I can have more time together in the evenings because all the extras will be done.”
Jack nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ll give it a try. Skyler?”
“You want me to tell her you want her to go by a different name?” Darla shrugged.
Jack shook his head. “Ha. Ha. Funny. No. But you weren’t really asking me anyway, were you? You already picked out the candidate before you sold me.”
“Yeah, I know what’s best for us.” Darla smiled. “She starts tomorrow by the way, so make a list of everything you need her to do for you. I’ve already given her a backup list of chores – laundry, dishes, etc. – for her to do when she is between your tasks. So, make a list.”
She kissed him again – this time on the mouth – and took her water glass away as she went.
Jack sighed. He closed the abstract and opened a blank word document to start his list. “What kind of name is Skyler?”
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“Skyler?” Jack stared at the door with his hand out.
She was in her twenties. Her shirt was tight enough that he could clearly estimate that she had C cups. Her shirt had a gold pattern around it that made it look like something stylish and fancy, but it was still a tee shirt and very tight. Jack was wearing a tee shirt too, but this was his house after all. Her skirt was white with gold stripes. It was high up her thighs and tight on her ass. Jack thought if she leaned forward too far, he’d be able to tell what color panties she wore.
His wife was standing right behind him. He realized he was still wearing sweat pants and he hoped little Jack didn’t come to attention. God, he hoped this girl was wearing panties.
She took his hand and shook it. As soon as she let go, Jack instinctively took a step back toward his computer desk in the corner.
The girl said, “You can call me Sky.”
“I guess you better call me Jack then.” He swallowed and waved his hand toward his wife. “This is … ugh, my wife, Darla.”
“Yes, we’ve spoken quite a bit on the phone.” Sky shook Darla’s hand.
Jack watched Darla’s eyes travel up and down Sky’s body. He couldn’t blame her, but the muted look of surprise told him that Darla was second guessing this whole adventure. “Yes, we did. Didn’t we?”
“I’m ready to get to work.” Sky clapped her hands causing her breasts to jiggle. God, let her be wearing a bra, Jack thought. Sky added. “You want me to take your clothes first?”
“What?” Jack shook his head. He saw Darla’s eyes go wide.
Sky held out her hands as if offering herself. “Laundry? Or do you have the office tasks ready?”
“Oh.” Jack swallowed and shook his head. “I have it over here.”
He sat down at his computer. Sky walked over behind him in the tight space where the computer sat between the chair and couch. She held the back of his chair and leaned over his shoulder to look at the document he opened. Her breasts rested heavy on his shoulder next to his face. He had no room to scoot away. Jack could feel his wife’s eyes on him.
He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll e-mail it to you.”
“Yes, sir.” Her hand brushed his neck as she stepped away from h
is chair. Goosebumps traveled over his body and he crossed his legs under the desk to hide what was growing there.
Sky picked up Darla’s latest water glass and took it upon herself to move it to the kitchen counter at the other end of the room. Maybe she wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Jack saw his wife watching Sky’s ass moving under her skirt as she passed. He couldn’t blame her, but he suspected her thoughts were something other than appreciation. Darla folded her arms under her own C cups. Her shirt wasn’t nearly as tight, but he could still appreciate her body. He imagined other guys at her company did too. Nothing wrong with that. Maybe it was different when you invited the body into the house though, he wondered.
His wife cut her eyes at him and he immediately turned his attention back to his computer. He would definitely be staying seated until she left for work – left him alone in the house with a girl in her twenties in a short, tight skirt. What could go wrong?
He was going to thank Darla for hiring the assistant, but he thought she might take that wrong, so Jack stayed silent.
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Darla spent her day thinking about the girl she had hired herself to be alone in the house with her husband all day. She spent her entire day distracted and on edge. Others around her noticed and after she snapped at someone for the third time, they started keeping their distance.
Darla knew it was her own fault. Jack didn’t even want an assistant and Darla had picked her from the profiles. She had passed over a couple passable male candidates, but Darla had thought of it at the time as helping another woman get started in business.
“Her profile picks were just of her face.” Darla muttered.
One of the female interns in the type of suit Sky should have been wearing stopped by Darla’s door and said, “What was that, ma’am?”
Ma’am was for old women – ten years older than the tight skirt tart she had hired to “assist” her husband. Darla said, “Nothing. I wasn’t talking to you.”
The intern dropped her head and slinked away. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”
Darla almost yelled to not call her ma’am, but she stopped herself and reined her anger back in.
She had even told Sky to dress comfortably. She shook her head and bit the insides of her cheeks.
Darla started picturing Sky bent over the kitchen counter, spilling the water on the floor, laughing, and getting pounded from behind by Jack with her skirt up around her waist. She saw Sky on her back on the dining room table, legs spread wide, and Jack facedown in her pussy slurping away. Darla saw Jack typing at his computer as Sky squeezed under his desk taking his cock gently into her mouth and slowly sucking him off all day long. She was reaching up her easy access skirt and rubbing her young, tight pussy as she did it just in case Jack wanted a little snack during his next break.
Darla felt herself getting wet and her nipples hardening as she swirled with passionate thoughts, anger, and jealousy. She took a deep breath and pressed on her breasts through her blouse with her palms to smooth her nipples back down.
She finally made it to the end of the day and drove home.
She burst into the house and looked at the dining room table. It was clear of dishes. Darla caught herself actually looking for ass prints. Jack was at his computer as usual and typing away. She peeked over to see if Sky was hiding underneath. Jack had changed into jeans and a button up shirt. Darla felt a lump in her throat thinking that Jack had changed clothes with Sky in the house.
He turned around. “Oh, how was your day?”
“Good.” Darla lied. “How was yours?”
“Never better. I got so much done.”
“Really?”
He got a strange look on his face and turned back to his computer. “Yes, it was great. You really helped me out. Thank you.”
Darla stared at him for a long moment. “Great. You’re welcome.”
She walked back through the house. The sinks were clear and the counters were clean. The laundry hamper was empty.
Darla walked back and found Sky in their bedroom. A half empty basket of laundry sat on the made bed. Skyler knelt over the open, bottom drawer of their dresser.
Her skirt had ridden up enough that Darla saw her black panties with white, lace frills around the legs. They weren’t a thong, but they were cut high so that plenty of cheek showed on each side. Darla thought she could bounce a quarter off that ass. The panties reminded her of a French maid outfit. They were the kind of panties a girl wore when she was planning on getting fucked.
Sky finished stuffing the drawer and pushed it back in. She leaned forward flaring her ass out more. That was the kind of ass a man would want to bounce more than a quarter off of – even a good man like Jack.
Sky stood and returned to the bed. She smoothed her skirt, such as it was, down over her ass and just over the tops of her thighs which was as far as it would reach. So, she was aware that she was showing the goods. Darla expected Sky to look down the hall to see if anyone was looking. She did not.
The skirt rode right back up as Sky brought one knee up onto the bed. The arched back, one extended leg and one bent leg, defined her ass like something chiseled out of marble. Even Darla wanted to take a bite out of that ass.
Sky took out Jack’s sweat pants and tee shirt from the basket next. They were the ones Jack had been wearing this morning. Darla felt heat rise in her face. He had undressed, Sky had taken his clothes, washed them, dried them, and now folded them. Darla knew there was no rational reason to think this meant that Jack had fucked Sky in their bed before she made it and washed his clothes, but that was all she could picture. In her mind, Jack drove in deep and unloaded all his cum inside her pussy.
Darla licked her lips.
Sky turned with Jack’s pants in her hands. She spotted Darla in the hallway and startled. “Oh. Hello. I didn’t hear you come in, ma’am.”
Darla cleared her throat. “Call me Darla.”
“Yes, ma’am, I mean, Darla. I’m just taking this last load and then we’re done … unless there is something else you need.”
Darla saw that Sky’s hand was clutched over the crotch of Jack’s pants and that brought up more pictures. Darla shook her head more to clear the images than to answer the girl’s question. “No, you can go.”
“I’ll finish this up and then see you in the morning.”
Darla stepped forward and took Jack’s clothes out of Sky’s hands. “You’ve done enough today. I’ll finish this.”
Sky lowered her hands and smoothed down her skirt. “Yes, ma’am … ugh, Darla. I finished Jack’s list and was just completing this last chore. It was a good day.”
Darla swallowed. “You did everything he needed? Did he make a long list?”
***
“Yes. It was very long. I told him he can give me more tomorrow. I can take as much as he can give me. He said he was going to give me much more tomorrow. He might even sneak a few more in after I’m done with those. I told him I can take it. I know what to do, so he can make it as hard as he wants before he …”
Darla coughed and said, “Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow then, Sky.”
Sky nodded and turned to go. She heard Jack and Sky exchange words. Jack laughed and Darla felt the blood rush to her head.
She sat down on the bed. Darla tossed the clothes back in the basket and shoved the basket off the bed into the floor. “Sky can pick that shit up tomorrow with that tight, little ass sticking out.”
Darla pictured Sky doing it. She would have to bend down and show her panties again. Darla buried her face in her hands and sighed.
***
***
Over the next few days, Jack grew even more comfortable with Sky. He talked about how great she was and how much he was getting done. He didn’t even seem self-conscious about her flitting around the house and over his desk in her tight clothes over her tight body.
Darla looked at her dark hair in the mirror and then out at Sky’s bottle blon
d curls. This was a nightmare and Darla was dreaming about Jack being seduced by Sky every night.
Darla considered telling Sky to dress more professionally, but it had been long enough that the conversation would be beyond awkward. Even in loose clothes, Sky would still be a young, little bombshell. If anything, clothes that hid her curves would just remind Jack of what he had seen and he would imagine her body underneath every time he saw her.
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