The Sharing of Carlene

by Laran Mithras

  “Detroit? I thought the town was drying up.”

  “It is. But we built a few new hotels there to replace others.”

  “Isn't something like half that city in ruins?”

  “Yes, sort of. Large tracts of homes are abandoned. Whole blocks bulldozed. Gangs everywhere. It's pretty bad.”

  “Quite a challenge.”

  “It was.” His hand toyed with her arm while he chatted with her husband.

  She drank her rum, not worried about being left out. In the arm of a dashing man and her husband approving – it made her feel warm. She snuggled a little closer to Eric.

  In their hotel room, she shed her clothes for a bath. “What an exhausting day.”

  “I had fun.”

  “Seeing the sights?”

  “Yes,” he said. “Especially you.”

  “Me? What?”

  “Letting him touch you had me hard all night.”

  She laughed. “Get out.”

  He winked at her from the bed where he lay back, relaxing.

  After her bath, she climbed into bed next to him. “You really were hard seeing him touch me?”

  “Yep, all throbbing and happy.”

  She reached down and touched his underwear. He was half hard. “Wow.”

  “You thought I wouldn't like it?”

  “I didn't know.”

  “But I had said--”

  “I meant that maybe you might not after seeing it.” She dug under the waistband and stroked his shaft.

  “Oh. No, it was fun.” His breathing deepened, becoming heavier.

  Giving it full strokes, she said, “I'm relieved then.”

  “Did you like him touching you?”

  “I got used to it.”

  “But did you like it?”

  “Yes, later. The attention was nice.”

  His hand reached and slipped into her panties. “Hmm, you're all wet.”

  “I have your dick in my hand, silly.”

  “Uh huh. I think you liked him touching you. Did you think about his cock?”

  She moaned. Yes, most definitely. “I might have once.”

  “Did you think about touching it?”

  I thought about squeezing it. “I think I did.”

  His dick was erect and warm. “I really liked it when you started leaning all over him.”

  “I did not.” Had she? She didn't remember much with all the drinks.

  “Your hand on his leg capped the night.”

  “I touched his leg?” She had, hadn't she? She remembered staring down at Eric's crotch and the bulge there. “I'm sorry--”

  “No, don't be. I like this.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Tuesday's meetings were no better and Carlene wanted to cry. She just wanted the day to be over with. A nice dinner, a nice drink in hand and some attention sounded like just the thing to bring her back to life.

  She glanced over at Eric and wondered what would happen if she dove on him, bowled him over and started chewing on his neck like a zombie. She sure felt like one.

  By the end of the final speech, she was a mess, fidgeting in anxiety, stress and the need to get out of her chair.

  Eric looked at her expectantly as everyone rose, but she almost ran for the door.

  A good bathroom break, cool water on my face and a nice little nap before dinner...

  “Carlene?” Eric called after her.

  Outside the door to the conference room, she ran.

  She was shaken awake by Jim sometime later.

  “Honey?” he said. “It's about time for dinner.”

  “Oh? Mmm. Oh. Okay.” She got up and her fingers hit her glasses as she tried to rub her eyes. She hadn't even taken them off.

  Great. Fingerprints.

  She splashed some water on her face and cleaned her glasses in the bathroom.

  “Not too good a day?”

  Arranging her glasses and running a brush through her hair, she said, “Oh, it was okay. Just tedious. I was so very happy to get out of there.”

  “You ready?”

  “Going to change. I want to get out of these slacks.” She selected a dark blue cotton blouse and a long blue skirt.

  “Why don't you buy some shorter skirts?”

  “Stop that. My legs are too skinny to be exposed.”

  “I think they're fine.”

  “Give me a break.”

  Dinner was no different than the night before, except that the talk was more boisterous. Everyone was relieved to let their hair down a little and back off the attempts to impress everyone else with their best imitation of some serious corporate executive.

  Eric's hand found her leg very early, almost as soon as they sat down. She didn't fend him off.

  Dinner itself was a distraction as his hand rubbed up and down her thigh. She found herself squirming and moving her right leg over closer to him.

  He leaned towards her and said, “You will show me your pussy tonight.”

  She had leaned over to hear him. She said nothing in return but they stayed leaned towards each other.

  The drinks helped her relax and her husband made sure she was kept supplied.

  After dinner, they approached a big cushy chair and loveseat. Eric's arm was around her and Jim took her glass.

  “I'll fill this for you, hon.”

  Before she could aim for a spot on the loveseat, Eric pulled her around and down onto his lap as he sat.

  She giggled. Would Jim like seeing this? We're going to find out. She put an arm around Eric's neck and scooted herself around on his lap to get comfortable.

  He smiled at her. “Keep doing that and I will do more than make you show me your pussy.”

  “Oops, sorry.”

  “No, that's okay. Your husband seems like an easy-going guy.”

  “He can be pretty intense.”

  “He doesn't appear to be the jealous sort.”

  “Well... I don't know.” She didn't, did she? But so far he hadn't.

  Jim was there, holding her glass to her. “There you go. All freshened up.”

  She looked up into his smile. His eye gave her a wink. I'm sitting on another man's lap and he smiled. I guess he's okay with it. “Thank you.”

  The two men talked about Detroit.

  Why can't they talk about something interesting? Who cares about Detroit?

  During the conversation, Eric waved a hand and then dropped it down onto her leg.

  Jim asked him a question about the mayor and Eric paused. He started petting her leg as if in thought - petting something to soothe it without thinking about it. It felt good.

  But she wasn't much interested in the politics that caused Detroit's fall from one of the best cities in America to the worst of slums, decay, and destruction. She finished off her rum.

  “Lemme get you another, dear.”

  Jim was such a wonderful husband. She gave him a happy grin.

  As he left, Eric moved his hand to the hem and raised it, scooting it up her leg until she stopped him. She looked around worriedly, but no one was paying attention and the lights were dimmed for privacy. She let his hand rest on her bared thigh. Then he began stroking it.

  “I will be so glad to get back home tomorrow,” she said. “I hate these meetings.”

  “I think I'm enjoying this one.”

  Yeah, because he couldn't find a big-titted blonde to fuck, so he's making do with the nerdy secretary.

  Jim's approach was no different than his last. But he smiled bigger and his eyes glowed. “Here you go.”

  She giggled. “Thanks. It's nice to unwind after all that crap today.”

  Eric had continued stroking her bare thigh.

  Jim raised his glass. “She has nice skin, doesn't she?”

  “Very.” His hand made slower and longer strokes.

  It felt very nice. Her legs parted as if having a mind of their own.

  Her husband took a gulp of his drink and tried to get comfortable in his chair.

 
Getting excited, my love?

  She squirmed a little when she felt Eric's lump. It hardened faster.

  Slowing his hand strokes, he moved it down her inner thigh and then began running his hand up. If he kept going, he would feel her panties.

  Surely he's going to stop, right?

  She held her breath.

  Jim swirled his drink in his glass. “She likes being petted. Calms her right down.”

  Eric said nothing, but had been on the verge of stopping his reach. Instead he kept going. His hand came right up the inside of her thigh and touched her panties. She could feel his knuckles rub over her clit.

  She gasped.

  Suddenly her thighs were trembling. Her mouth was open in a pant. Her skirt covered his hand, but if anyone came by, they would know what was happening.

  Eric looked over at her husband. Jim gave him back a smile.

  She felt Eric's fingers move aside her panties.

  Oh my goodness. Is this happening? She took a large gulp and set her glass down.

  His fingers pressed around and found her clit. Then they found her folds.

  This is so very dirty.

  Then his fingers entered her.

  She gasped again, louder.

  Eric's arm began moving, pushing his hand. His fingers entered her and began playing.

  She clung to his neck, her eyes closed. She parted her legs even more. His fingers felt so good. She heard the sounds of her juices as his fingers fucked her.

  Eric stopped. He had a very large lump underneath her. “I might like to borrow your wife sometime.” It did not come out as a suggestion.

  Had he really just said that?

  Jim chuckled. “I think that can be arranged.”

  What? Am I hearing this right?

  “Oh really?”

  “Yes, in fact, why don't we go somewhere a little more private?” Her husband had a mischievous sound in his voice.

  “It can't be my room,” said Eric. “The wife might come back from slots at any time.”

  Jim rose. “Let's go to ours.”

  She was almost dumped off his lap as he struggled to get them both up. Her legs didn't want to support her. Her pussy ached and her insides trembled. She leaned heavily on Eric.

  Inside their room, Eric turned her and began unbuttoning her blouse. Jim unbuttoned her skirt.

  Her head swam, and not just from rum. Wow, was this really happening to me?

  Jim hooked his fingers into her panties and drew them down, exposing her to her boss.

  He was unbuttoning his shirt.

  I get to see his dick? The thought drew a smile across her face. Maybe even touch it?

  Eric slid off his pants and underwear. His dick was on the smaller side, but full and had no weirdness about it. It was a nice-looking dick, she decided.

  “Get your wife ready for me.” He started stroking himself. “Lay on the bed and let her get on you. I want you to lick her pussy.”

  Nasty.

  Jim shed his clothes and laid on the bed. She climbed over his face and aimed her own head at his erection. Her husband was very hard. His tongue on her pussy caused her to moan and grip his shaft for support.

  “Lick her pussy good. I want it nice and ready for my cock.”

  His cock? He's going to fuck me? Wait a minute.

  But her husband redoubled his efforts with his tongue and mouth. Her pussy was on fire. Her husband's shaft throbbed in her hand and she lowered her mouth over it.

  Wow, he's excited.

  “That's it. That's very nice.” Eric must have liked it, too.

  She felt Eric's hands on her hips, maneuvering her higher on her knees. This removed her pussy from her husband's mouth. She whimpered and squirmed her hips.

  What touched her was not Jim's tongue. Opening her folds and sliding inside to fill her and massage that hollow ache was another man's erection.

  Jim's dick in her hand twitched and swelled.

  Another man is pushing his dick into me and he can see it all and he likes it?

  The push was forceful and deliberate. Like sliding on a boot. She felt his balls press up against her clit and she moaned. It felt so good. She stroked her husband's erection rapidly, as fast as she panted.

  She could hear him panting and gasping as he watched Eric's dick fuck her from just inches away.

  She quivered, the dread of an orgasm tensing within her. It felt so good, so dirty, so lusty. She pushed her hips back against Eric's thrusts.

  Oh so good.

  He pulled her back harder as he rammed forward. His balls slapped against her and the bed creaked.

  “Oh yeah,” Jim said from underneath her.

  She closed her eyes and laid her head down next to his shaft. She gripped it but her hand was still.

  Eric began grunting, his thrusts deeper. He tensed, and then pulled out.

  What?

  He groaned in orgasm and a hot blast of cum hit her on the outside of her pussy.

  “Oh, uh,” said Jim. “You didn't have to pull out.”

  “No?” said Eric. His voice was a pant. He rammed his spurting erection back into her. She felt a few spurts of hotness inside of her and then he was pulling out again.

  But, I was getting close.

  She moved slowly, getting up and off her husband. Eric's cum and her own juices were dripped down onto Jim's chin and neck.

  “Oops, I'm sorry,” she said.

  “That's alright.” Her husband smiled at her. “Quite a show.”

  “I feel cheated out of a good cum,” Eric said. “I didn't know it was okay to cum in her.”

  “Cut, a long time ago.” Jim got up.

  Eric stroked himself. “I'll give you another in a few minutes.”

  Her husband's smile was suddenly cheery. “Awesome.”

  Maybe I'll get to cum?

  Eric was hard not too much later. He laid her back on the bed. “You sure don't have anything up top, do you?”

  Jerk.

  But he was pressing his penis back into her, filling her hole.

  Jim sat in the chair and stroked his dick while he watched.

  My boss is fucking me. My husband likes it; his dick is so hard. Is this what he wanted?

  Eric's thrusts sent her swimming through her own mind, drifting, rising and falling with each thrust. The bed creaked as her pussy was fucked.

  Wow, my boss is really fucking me. This is real. It feels so very good. “Fuck me,” she said. Had she just said that?

  “Yeah, fuck her. Fuck her harder,” Jim said.

  She looked over at him. His hand was a blur on his shaft. His mouth was open, panting. And she knew it was okay.

  Eric grunted, growling with the effort of his thrusts. “Yeah, take it Carlene. Take my cock. You love it.”

  She moaned, his words sending her spinning.

  “I'll want to fuck her again,” he said, panting. He was talking to Jim, a note of command in his voice.

  “Bring her home for lunch and you can have her there.” There was also a note of command in her husband's voice.

  Meanwhile, her orgasm built.

  Eric groaned, tensing. “Yeah, getting close.” His thrusts vibrated through her.

  She looked over at her husband. He was leaning up, stroking hard. His erection was all swollen and red. A grimace crossed his face and she saw a spurt of his cum arc into the air. Her own orgasm followed the sight immediately. Her body convulsed and pain ripped through her. Then pleasure. Then pain. She was crying out, her body shaking in lust, pain, and satisfaction. Her pussy clamped and clenched on Eric's thrusting erection.

  He yelled out, ramming home. Hotness again splashed into her. This time, more of it. The bed creaked as he jerked his hips into hers, emptying himself deep into her.

  “Oh yeah,” he said. “Oh yeah.” He wasn't looking at her. His eyes were screwed shut.

  Am I too ugly to look at?

  She squirmed in the pleasure of the aftermath. Her body was alive, thrumming with b
eing so well-fucked.

  I want more of this.

  Eric pulled out and went into the bathroom. He didn't linger. When he came out, he dressed. He was quiet.

  Jim went into the bathroom next.

  That was it? Wham bam and no thank you?

  Straightening his tie, Eric said, “This is going to be a very nice addition to our working relationship.”

  Fuck off with your corporate-speak. She frowned at him.

  “Don't worry,” he said. “We'll make sure we use your home.”

  Then he was gone.

  CHAPTER 8

  “Nothing other than looks,” she said.

  “Huh. You'd think he would be a little more flirty or whatever.” Jim scratched his chin. Then he shrugged.

  “He said he was taking me to lunch today. I think that means we're coming here?”

  “Oh, well then. Maybe he's just trying to be secretive.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Have a fun day at the office.” He sipped his morning coffee.

  She slapped his arm.

  Friday was always more relaxing than not with all the hectic frenzy of early week screw-ups out of the way. Her coffee in hand, she began compiling and batching next weeks bids.

  Eric wandered by and looked her over.

  She pretended not to notice. Was he thinking of fucking me?

  “You should wear shorter skirts.”

  Not with my legs. “My husband thinks so, too.”

  “Wear shorter skirts next week.”

  Not happening. “I dunno.”

  “You will, and that's that.”

  Why don't you wear short skirts if you like them so much? “Is that a job requirement?”

  “Don't get weird on me.” He sounded suddenly wary.

  Sexual harassment was a big deal.

  “I'm not being weird. It's just my legs don't look good in skirts.”

  “I don't care about your legs; I want access to your pussy.”

  She squirmed to the sudden heat and itch that emanated from her pussy. Well, if he puts it that way... “I'll see what I can find.”

  “That's a good girl.”

  Lunchtime was indeed Eric taking her home to her house. By that time, she was fairly worked up thinking about skirts. She would have to wear stockings with them; her legs were too pale. And she was sure Eric would not want full nylons if he wanted access. She would need a garter set. She would look stupid in it.