Return to the Estate - Part 2

 

You wake up the next morning to the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon. Looking around, you notice that your clothes, that were on the floor are now in the hamper. You get out of bed, throw on a robe and walk into the kitchen.

He’s wearing only a cooking apron as he stands in front of the stove. “Good Morning Dear. How do you want your eggs?” he asks as he flips over a slice of bacon.

You hug him from behind, pressing your breasts against his bare back, and kissing him on the neck. “I’ll have mine scrambled.”

He takes a bowl and then opens an egg one-handed. After adding a second one, he whisks them with a fork and pours them onto the smaller pan next to the larger one frying bacon.

“You are so talented with your hands.” you say kissing him on the cheek, and then grabbing a plate. He puts a couple of strips of bacon on it. “Sit down, and I’ll bring this to you in a minute.”

You set down your plate and pour a cup of coffee. You hear the sound of him flipping and chopping the eggs with the spatula. That metal on metal sound reminds you of some of the restaurants he has taken you to.

“Here you are.” he says, scooping the fluffy yellow eggs on to your plate. He sets down the pan, grabs his plate, which has two eggs, over easy, and adds a couple of strips of bacon. Sitting down, he is still wearing only your apron.

You eat a forkful. “This tastes great.” you say and then nibble on a crispy strip of bacon. “You didn’t have to make breakfast.”

“I know. But after last night, I wanted both of us to start of the day right.”

You slowly rub your bare leg against his. “We could have started it off a different way.” you tease.

“I thought about that, but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you up by lubing your ass.” He says with an evil smile and a wink.

“Oh, so you’re in one of those moods this morning?” you say. He doesn’t always want to fuck your ass, but you’ve enjoyed it when he does. You glance at the time and frown. “I don’t think I have time for that this morning. Can we try tonight?”

“I was going to offer a quickie in the shower, before I left, but I can wait until tonight. Do you want to come over to my place?”

You love going over to his loft. One of the first things he did when he had enough money, was buy an old industrial building and converted it into a huge apartment on the top floor and rented out the lower floor to a couple of boutique shops.

You finish your plate, get up and kiss him. “If we are going to shower together, we need to start now.”

He quickly shovels the rest of his food into his mouth, puts his plate in the sink and hang the apron on the wall hook. His lovely cock is semi-hard, which makes you smile as you head for the bathroom.

The hot water of the shower feels so good, almost as good as his hands, washing your body with a soapy washcloth. He is turning you on, but you know you really need to finish. You grip his dick, wash it vigorously, and then squat on your heels. It is right in front of your mouth and you lick the tip. You taste a little of the floral scented soap, but you grip the shaft and suck it. You enjoy the feeling of him getting hard in your mouth.

“Damn Dear, I thought we didn’t have time for this.” He says placing his hands on your head.

You smile up at him, stroking him harder and faster, “This won’t take long.” You suck him more firmly and move him back a bit so he is against the wall of the shower. You feel the hot water still pounding on your back, but you also taste his excitement. With one hand you grip his balls and the other one grips his shaft as you lick and suck the tip. You hum and vibrate around it. “Oh God.” he says as he grips your hair, and you feel his legs tense.

You taste his pre-cum and suck him deeper for a moment. He tries to hold your head still as you taste him cumming. You enjoy how he pulses in your mouth as you suck it all down.

He releases you and you stand up. “Why did you do that?’

“Because, Babe, we didn’t do that last night, and I like how you taste.” you say kissing him.

You both dry each other off and get dressed. He keeps a suit, sport coat, and a couple pairs of pants in your closet, plus a drawer for socks and underwear. You always like the striped boxers he wears.

You both quickly dress. He cleans the kitchen as you pack yourself a salad for lunch. “You don’t really need to do those.” you say as he rinses everything and puts it in the dishwasher.

“I made the mess; I should clean it up. Besides you still had space in the dishwasher, so we can run it while you’re at work.” He says, drying his hands on a towel.

You fill your water bottle and put everything in your bag. You kiss him. “I want you to try not to stress over things at work today. Maybe it will get better.”

He hugs you and kisses you. “Thanks Dear. I really needed last night. I hope you have a good day at work too.”

You both grab your stuff and go, locking the door behind you. In the parking garage, he is parked in your other numbered space, and you blow a kiss at him before he gets in.

At work you focused on spreadsheets and totals, writing up the reports that are due. Mid-day, you grab your lunch and go to the break-room. As you eat your salad, you wish your lover was sitting across the table, like he had been at breakfast. You slowly rub your crossed legs against one another, wishing you could rub them against his. Then you stop and slowly look around. An odd thought pops in your head. How many of your coworkers are leading secret lives? How many of them have a butt-plug, Ben Wa balls, or one of those wearable “clit suckers”. As usual, you wear slacks. The “professional pantsuit” look popular with management. But you glance at the women wearing various length skirts and wonder what’s beneath. More out of curiosity than desire. Desire. The Estate. Those beautiful women attired as you were and their loving and attentive partners. Men who came in various shapes and sizes but who all paid attention to their women, even when they swapped and shared them. For a second you imagine what the people in the break-room would look like in high slit dresses and tuxes. Then you glance at the clock. You need to finish lunch and go back to your desk.

You check the headlines and read “Market Tumbles Third Day in a Row”. “Damn, Babe will be in a bad mood.” you mutter to yourself. You go to call him but stop. “He’s busy. I’ll call on my way to his place.”, then you click off the news and focus on work.

Sitting in your car, you connect your phone and dial him. After a couple of rings, he picks up. “Hi Dear, are you leaving work?” The tone in his voice is lighter than you expected.

“Yeah, Babe, I’m about to pull out of the parking lot. I saw the headlines. Are you doing okay?”

There is a short pause. “I’m okay. When you get here, I’ll tell you all about it. Drive safe.”

“Ok. Should I pick something up for Dinner?” You ask quickly.

“No. I ordered carryout. I’ll have it ready by the time you get here.” He responds still with at light tone.

“Ok. See you in a bit.”

You think about it as you drive. “It can’t be too bad for him if he ordered out. Probably from the Italian place around the corner or that South Asian place across from it. If it’s pizza, or something simple, then he had a bad day and just wants food and sex. I’m okay with that.” you say to yourself.

You park in the spot next to his car, right under the light, with the sign “Tenant Parking Only” You always laugh at that. He is the only one living in the building. Yes, there are stores on the street level but they stop being busy by 6 and close at 8 or 9. You take the old freight elevator up to his loft. You use your key and open the door. He has candles lit on the table, and plates set, but you smell pepperoni and 3-cheese pizza. You hang up your purse and take off your blazer.

“Babe, is everything all right?” you call.

“Yes, Dear it is.” he says from the kitchen pouring a tall glass of milk.

“Are you sure? Pizza with milk. That’s normally for a Saturday Movie night on the couch.”

He walks up and kisses you. Softly at first but then a little more passionately.

Then he releases you. “Do you want some milk, a beer, or some wine?”

“Let me pull off my shoes and I’ll pour myself something.” You say, as you pull off your work heels. Your nylon clad feet enjoy the cool feeling of the polished wood floor.

In his fridge you find some of that Trappist fruit accented ale he picked up for you. The first time you tried it with pizza, you were surprised how well it paired. You are still not sure why his mood seems so light, so you opt to drink right from the bottle.

You loosen your top as you sit and put a slice on your plate. He seems like he is trying to hide a smile as he takes a bite of his pizza and washes it down.

“Ok. What’s the deal. Yesterday you were so tense and angry. Are you on something? Did I miss a headline? What’s with your mood?” you ask.

“We are spending the weekend at The Estate. If this weekend doesn’t work, then pick a different one.” He says with a huge grin.

This wasn’t what you were expecting at all and apparently your mouth dropped open because he lovingly reaches across the table and gently touches your chin. “What..I thought…We…” you stammer. You are trying to make a complete sentence, but too many questions fill your head at once.

He leans back and takes another bite of his pizza slice. The grease and cheese make his lips glisten in the candlelight.

“I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t think I would strike you speechless.” he says with a grin. He explains his “protect what you can, and buy what’s cheap” strategy and how happy his clients were that he was working to protect their funds. He then sips his milk, leaving a cute milk mustache on his upper lip.

“What’s that have to do with the Estate?” you ask slightly confused.

“I spoke directly with Mistress. She was very happy with everything I am doing to protect her investments and offered us a weekend whenever we want. We don’t have to wait for a special event. We can just call and reserve the “Ruby Room”.

You are sipping your beer as he says this, and it surprises you, so you almost spit it out. “She has a ‘Ruby Room’ for us?”

He hands you a napkin. “Apparently the Estate has a number of rooms with corresponding ‘gem colors’. That is why during a party each of the couples was a specific color. They have a room to retire to. I didn’t know that last time. As I said, I was trying to cover for the fact I really didn’t know what we were doing.”

“So we are Mr. and Ms Ruby, as far a Mistress is concerned?”

He grabs another slice. “Yes. So should we go for the weekend, or do you just want to do an overnight?”

You finish your first slice, and wipe your fingers on the napkin. “Let’s just do an overnight. Would that be Friday night, or Saturday night?”

“Which would you prefer? Go right there right after work tomorrow, or go Saturday, see what other amenities it has to offer during the day, and then return Sunday.”

You think about it as you grab another slice. “Let’s do Saturday. I would love to see what the grounds look like during the day.”

“Okay. I’ll call her tomorrow and arrange everything. Do you want to finish eating at the table or…”

“Yes, lets take things to the couch and put on a movie. Do you have something in mind?” you ask as you grab your beer and plate.

“I was thinking that new ‘Rom Com’ you wanted. It’s streaming this month. You know the one with that actor…”

“Yes. He looks so good in a tux too.” You quickly say as you sit on the couch.

After you finish the pizza, you snuggle next to him. Halfway through the movie, you are caressing and stroking each other. He pauses the movie so he can focus on kissing and pleasuring you. After stripping off your clothing, and enjoying each other, you both put on sets of comfy sweatpants, and finish the movie. When it ends you move to the bed and he continues making love to you, lubing and filling you in every way until you both are satisfied and tired.

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Return to the Estate - Part 1

 

It seems like forever since your lover took you to “The Estate”. The week after you were there, you asked him when the next event will be. His answer at first was “I haven’t heard anything yet, but I will tell you when I do.” One week became two, which eventually became a month. His answer was always a very non-committal “I haven’t heard anything. But I don’t want to disturb the ‘Mistress of the House’ and bother her.”

You begin to wonder if there haven’t been any events, or your lover didn’t want to take you to them. In your closet your Ruby dress hangs up, still with the plastic on it from when you had it dry cleaned. You don’t want it to get messed up. In the drawer in your night stand, in a light blue box, your gold plated butt plug with real rubies, sits on a miniature silk pillow. Every time you look at it, you are tempted to wear it, but then you sigh and leave it alone. You wonder if Ms. Sapphire, Ms. Topaz, and Ms. Emerald have the same thoughts. Ms. Sapphire. You would enjoy seeing her again. She wasn’t the first woman to lick your pussy but she was definitely one of the most enthusiastic ones. Everything was shrouded in so much mystery. You don’t know the location, you don’t know anyone’s names, and worse, you don’t know when you will return.

As you work your mundane office job, your mind drifts off to butlers and servants in 18th Century outfits, the smell of the candles, the polished wood, and the amazing food. A email pops up on your screen, reminding you that you have monthly totals due to your team leader. You sigh, rub your eyes, and focus on spread sheets and numbers, an entirely different world from the fantasy land of the Estate.

When you get back to your condo, you make a pasta salad and grilled chicken breast. While you are slicing the chicken, your phone rings. You see it’s your lover calling.

“Hey, Babe” you answer. “What’s going on? I’m just making dinner.”

He must be driving because he is using Bluetooth. “I’m just leaving the office. Dinner sounds good. I’ll drive straight there.” he says but you hear stress in his voice.

“Is everything okay? Is traffic bad?” you ask.

You hear a sigh of frustration. “I’ll tell you when I get there. Are you having wine with dinner?”

“I’m making pasta salad with chicken, so I’ll crack something open.” you respond.

“Thanks, Dear. I’ll be there in about 15 or so.”

“Love you.” you say as you hang up.

When you finish slicing the chicken breast you dish up a second plate for him. Then you go to the mini-wine fridge and pull out that Columbia River Valley Rose’.

By the time you have things on the table, you hear his key turning in the lock. He hangs his jacket by the door. “That smells great.”

“You timed it right. Sit and tell me about your day.” you say as you give him a hug.

He squeezes you tightly, almost like he desperately needs you.

Sitting down, he picks up the wine glass, swirls it, sniffs it, and then takes a deep drink, emptying it. He then refills it and takes a smaller sip.

“What’s going on, Babe?” you ask as you enjoy a forkful of pasta.

“This is really good.” he says trying to change the topic. “I love when you cook.”

You set down your fork, reach across the small table, and place your hand on his. “What’s the matter? Is there something wrong?” you ask in a soft but serious tone.

He lowers he head and grips his fork. “It’s nothing you can help with. My clients are losing money, which means I am losing money. It is all for stupid reasons too.” He slams his fist on the table in frustration.

You get up and walk behind him, caressing his shoulders. They feel like braided cables, so tight and hard. “Babe. Try to relax.”

He exhales through his nose as you feel his shoulders drop a bit. Slowly you try to rub and massage his upper back. Bending his head forward he takes some slow, deep breaths. “That feels so good…. You are amazing….. You are always just what I need.”

His voice softens as does his muscles. “Why don’t we finish dinner, first. Then in the bedroom I will tell you all about it. This tastes so good, I don’t to ruin it.”

You nod and sit back down.

“So tell me about your day.” He says as he enjoys his food.

You tell him about the spreadsheets and monthly totals, things that you know are boring, because you are bored telling him, but surprisingly he is looking at you as you talk. Slowly taking in forkfuls of food and eating but also paying attention as you describe how all of these reports are due by the end of the week.

“Oh speaking of the end of the week, are there any events at the Estate, this weekend?”

He sets down his fork and slowly sips his wine. You see that there is frustration in him at this question. “Dear, the Estate is one of my clients. Because of these drops in the markets, including crypto, everyone has lost money. The only thing that hasn’t dropped hard is commodities, and those are all over the place. Nothing is stable, and it is my responsibility to help all of my clients make good and diverse investments.” You see the anger rising in him again, but he exhales and takes another sip to calm himself.

“I don’t want everyone there, especially the Mistress, to look at me and wonder why I’m there having fun, instead of making sure that they all don’t go broke.”

You notice that his plate is empty, so you get up and take it to the sink. “They wouldn’t really do that, would they?” you ask, rinsing it.

He gets up, grabbing your mostly empty plate, and wine glasses, taking them to you.

“Realistically, I don’t know. Normally I have the bulk of their investments in slow, but steady growth accounts, with a smaller portion in fast but risky funds. They understand the markets, and they pay me to keep them wealthy.”

“Wait a second. Does that mean that all of the people we saw last time were your clients?” You ask

A sad smile is on his face. “Some of them are. Most of the time I only deal with their personal secretaries. But the reason we were invited was because last year was a very profitable year. Everyone had a good year, which meant that I had a good year. That was why I paid extra to have my company driver take you there in the corporate limo. He got paid overtime to sit, hang out with the other drivers, and eat for free in the kitchen with the staff.”

“And that’s why he drove me back to your place, while you followed in your car. Ok.” you pause for a moment as you put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. “But you don’t know any of this for sure. You’re just guessing. Has anyone called and been angry?”
 He wipes down the cupboard as you finish filling the dishwasher, “No. But I know what they have lost, and how if the market wasn’t…”

You put your fingers to his lips. “Hush. If you hadn’t been monitoring and making account corrections, would they be broke?”

He kisses your fingertips. “No. They would have a lot less money, but none of these wealthy people would be broke.”

“Ok, so have you personally lost them money or helped to save them money?”

He kisses your palm and then your wrist. “I have, though moving things and using my account tools, minimized their losses, and for most, have them making small gains again.”

You put your arms around his neck, and kiss his lips. “Then you, my love, have done your job, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He kisses you firmly and hugs you tightly. You feel his hardness press against you.

“You are what I need. When things seem out of control, you help remind me what’s important.”

“Wait a second. Had you been to the Estate prior to us going?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“No. It had been my first time too. I had asked if I could arrive ahead of you so they could explain everything to me. I wanted to be your guide.” he says kissing you again.

“You wanted to be in control.” You respond, fully understanding. You start unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s take this to my bed. Maybe I can help get rid of the last of your stress?” you say in a seductive tone.

In your bedroom, you step out of your work slacks, as he unbuttons your blouse. Your fingers undo his trousers which drop to the floor, his hard cock tenting his boxers. “Mmmm you are excited to be here.” you say as your blouse falls off of you and you feel his fingers unclasping your bra strap. 

Slowly he slides it off of you and looks down at your hard nipples. “You seem excited for me too.” He kisses your neck and upper chest, slowly moving down your body. His strong fingers caress your breasts, with his fingertips rolling your nipples. A sigh of pleasure escapes your mouth.

“You can always get work as a gigolo. Your mouth and hands know how to give me pleasure.” you say in a playful tone.

“You couldn’t afford me.” he says as he slowly licks around your left nipple.

You put your hands on his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sucks your nipple firmly.

Then he kisses his way down your tummy, sliding his hands down your back until you feel his fingers at the waistband of your panties. He slowly pulls them down, your hips and ass as you feel his mouth just above your pubic mound. You are still waxed smooth since before he took you to the Estate.

His lips feel so warm and soft as he kisses closer to your clit and lips. His hands grip your ass cheeks. You love when he licks your pussy but you want to really enjoy it, “Babe, let me lie on the bed first.” you say. You feel the tip of his tongue tease you before you hear, “Of course, Dear”

Lying on the bed with your ass near the edge and your legs bent, you feel his hands on your thighs. His lips softly kiss the inside of your right thigh. His gentle attention makes your pussy so wet. You feel his breath on your cunt, and you wait with anticipation for him to lick you or fill you with his fingers. Instead, he breathes a cooling breath across your pussy lips. Then his warm, wet mouth clamps on your clit, and you feel him suck firmly. You reach down and pull his hair with one hand as you pull your hard nipple with the other. “Damn that feels good.” you moan. Two fingers enter your open pussy as he works them in and out, twisting and trusting. He alternates from sucking to licking your clit as he fingers you faster, deeper, and harder.

You cum hard. Harder than you expected. As your body tingles with pleasure, you feel him on you. His mouth pressed against yours as he kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips. You feel his hard cock slide into you, as you are so wet with excitement and pleasure. He fucks you hard. Like he did with his fingers. His hairy chest rubs against your nipples. You put your legs around him and hook your ankles. He continues working in and out until he thrusts hard and holds it. You feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he cums.

He is still breathing hard as he slides from you and lies on his back. You kiss him and snuggle. “Do you feel better now?”

He puts an arm around you, and you feel the heat from his body. “I do. God I love you.”

He kisses you again. “Are you going to spend the night?” you ask.

“Having you lying in my arms might be just what I need.”

“Then you are doing my laundry and changing the sheets.” you playfully respond. Then you pause. “Babe, is the only reason that you don’t want to go back to the Estate is the money, or is it that you don’t want to share me with the others?”

He is quiet for a long moment, “I don’t know. I love watching you cum. Seeing you licking Ms. Sapphire’s pussy as Mr. Sapphire filled your ass was a huge turn on. Knowing that you came just as hard with only me, is a boost to my ego, but that night there was a glow about you when we were done.”

“Babe, are you jealous? I thought that the house rules were designed so couples came together and left together.”

“They are. The Mistress of the Estate believes that sex and love are two different things. You love your partner, spouse, significant other, but you can have sex with anyone who consents. We probably should have talked about this before I accepted their invitation.”

You put your head on his chest. “I love you, but I enjoyed trying and learning things there. I’m not saying I have to see Mr. and Ms. Sapphire again, but it would be fun. Or maybe the Topazes or Emeralds.”

He holds you. “Tomorrow, I will call Mistress and see if they have any special events. If all they have is a “weekend get together” do you want me to accept?”

You raise your head and kiss him. “I think just spending a night there, away from the stresses of our lives might be a good mini-vacation. Think of it like a “spa day”.”

“Ok. Let’s sleep on it.” He holds you as you pull the blanket over both of you.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 2

 He takes your hand and leads you to your seats at the dining table. There are cards marking your places, each says “Ruby”.

He pulls out your chair and seats you. Once again, the plug feels odd. You notice some of the other women making odd faces as they sit too. “Are they all wearing butt plugs?” you think to yourself.

There is a thin blond with hard pink nipples in a sapphire dress sitting directly across from you. As she sits, she winks at you knowingly. You also notice that some of the women raise the backs of their dresses so their bare bottoms are on the leather covered seats. You raise and pull up the back of your dress and sit back down on the cool leather. It feels good but different. You feel his hand on your thigh. He whispers in your ear, “You didn’t have to do that dear. This is your first time here. I want you to see and enjoy. Some of the ladies have been here multiple times and already know exactly what they want. If the dinner didn’t require clothing, some of them would be fully naked by now.” He kisses your lips softly.

His fingers softly caress your crotch, rubbing the soft silk against your pubic mound.

Food is served. You are surprised by the variety and flavor. “They must have their own chef” you think to yourself. You see some of the couples feeding one another. The Sapphire Blonde feeds her lover and then looks at you and slowly licks her spoon in a seductive way. She takes her cloth napkin and slowly rubs her nipples, as if she is wiping something off of them but very slowly.

You lean in and whisper to him “Is she hitting on me?” He looks over to her and Mr. Sapphire, they wink and smile at him. He slowly nods in return. “Yes, she wants you and me.” He takes a little spoon full of fruit sauce for his dessert and dribbles it across the tops of your breasts. He slowly licks you clean, making sure that both Sapphires watch and enjoy.

You look around and notice that other couples are doing similar things with their food. There are some hands under the table, probably rubbing, caressing, and stroking.

You feel his fingers under the table rubbing your pussy, so you unzip his fly and reach in and stroke his hardening cock.

After a few minutes, you hear your hostess address everyone, in her slightly French accented English, “Mesdames et Messieurs, it appears that dinner is over for all of you, and you are ready for dessert. Please leave the dining hall and move to the Lounge. All activities will be confined to the lounge area. Remember you begin and end with your partner. In between all else is consensual.”

He stands up and pulls out your chair. The back of your dress covers your ass again as you stand. He kisses the back of your neck and takes your hand, leading you to the Lounge.

You see a large, curved couch, which he has you sit down on. He sits to your side with his arm around your shoulder.

“May we join you?” Mr. Sapphire asks.

Your lover grabs your hand and kisses it. “It is your choice, my dear. If you say yes, we can learn more about them. And maybe more about ourselves.”

You look into his eyes, and then them. You slowly nod. “Yes, Please sit and join us.”

The rest of the night continues with you enjoying your time with the Sapphires, as you shared and explored each other. You enjoyed sucking Mr. Sapphire’s penis, as you were licked by both the blonde and your lover. You felt the butt plug being pressed as there was a mouth on your clit and a tongue along the crack of your ass.

Later you watched as she sucked him, and Mr. Sapphire licked your pussy.

At some point, you put a condom on your lover’s hard cock as Ms. Sapphire placed one on his.

The four of you tried various positions during the night. Your plug was removed and replaced with a tongue, and then a hard cock. You enjoyed being filled by more than one partner as you licked and sucked in positions you hadn’t previously tried. You were asked to remove Ms. Sapphire’s plug as her man sucked her clit and she sucked your lover’s cock again.

You don’t know how long it lasted, but after a while, as you are tired and satiated, you hear a bell ring.

“Mesdames et Messieurs, merci for attending tonight’s festivities. If you need a room for the night, please signal and the staff will assist you. If you are leaving for the night, we thank you for your attendance.”

You and your lover get dressed. He quickly pulls on his pants, and shirt but leaves the tie untied and the jacket open. He hands you your dress which you put on. You aren’t sure where your g-string went, but your stockings are still on.

“Can’t we get a room and spend the night? This place is amazing.” You say like a kid at an amusement park.

He shakes his head. “Not this time my love. I have an early morning meeting at work. Next time they have an event, we will plan on spending the night.”

From the couch he picks up your ruby butt plug. “Don’t forget my gift.” As he hands it to you, you smile.

“I’d never forget such a beautiful and useful gift.” You kiss him and leave together.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 1

 You step into the limousine, you expect to see him in the backseat, but there is only a box and a note.

“My driver is taking you to a special club. Change into the outfit in the box. Wear everything in the box, and don’t wear anything else”.

You go to ask the driver a question and he puts up the partition before you can ask him anything.

In the box you see red lingerie. It is all silk & lace. A half-bra that cups your breasts but shows your nipples, a matching pair of g-string panties, a garter belt, stockings, red stilettos, a tube of lube, a jeweled butt plug, and a red silk dress that is loose, low cut in the front (exposing your breasts) and high cut on the sides, all the way to your waist.

As the car is driving, you get undressed. You put on the garter belt first. The silk and lace are smooth but textured against your skin. You pull on the right stocking first. “‘Oh my God” you think, “these are silk stockings, not nylon. How expensive was this?”

You slowly slide the stocking up, and secure it. You slowly pull on the left stocking. The silk is cool and smooth on your skin. You pull up the g-string. The silk crotch feels so good on your smooth mound.

You pull on and secure the bra. The half cups feel strange, after wearing a full bra all day. The lace trim is just below your nipples. As you move, the trim softly rubs the edge of your nipples. It feels good and your nipples harden a bit.

You pull the dress on. It is cut so it goes around your breasts. As you move you feel more silk rub against you. “This feels so damn good” you think.

The last things in the box are the lube, butt plug and shoes. The shoes you will put on, when the car stops. You pick up the plug. It seems heavier than it should. You look at the jewel. Where you normally see a single fake jewel. You see instead a dozen small red stones in a circular pattern. “Are these rubies? Is this made from gold?”

You don’t want to think, if this is real, what’s it worth. You know he likes to buy you expensive gifts but this is crazy.

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out. You take the lube, lie sideways on the seat and put lube on your fingers. You slide the string from your butt cheeks, and slowly rub the lube around and in your tight butt hole.

As you do, it feels good. You remember how he licks you there during sex. You slide one finger in and out. You add more lube, and then a second finger. This plug isn’t as big as you have seen in videos, so two fingers should relax your ass enough.

You lube the plug. It’s cold, but is warming against your skin.

You press it against your puckered hole. Breathe, relax, and slide it in.

You put the g-string back in place and sit normally.

In a bit, the car stops. You hear the driver talk to the security speaker. You hear a buzz and black iron gates open. The car continues up the drive to a mansion that you have never seen before.

The car stops at a small walkway, leading to double doors at the entrance. The driver opens the door. You slip on your red stilettos and get out. You realize the driver is looking at your nipples and they harden.

You step from the car and adjust your dress. Your panties and garters are visible from the side slits. You walk to the doors. The driver wordlessly closes the door, gets back in and drives away.

At the door, is a doorman attired in what looks like a 18th century servant’s uniform. Lots of silk, lace, and buttons. He is wearing a powdered wig. As you walk to the door, he says, “You are expected, Madam.” You step in and the doors close behind you.

The Estate is beautiful, the large open hallway is lit with crystal lamps and lined with mirrors. The light is almost dazzling. You walk forward towards where you hear voices and you see another butler, attired similarly to the doorman. He opens the large French doors to the dining room. “Please enter Madam”.

You see a large table that is set for a large party. Near the back of the room is an oak bar where you see men in tuxedos, and women wearing dresses similar to yours. The difference with the women’s dresses is that each one is a different color. Sapphire blue, emerald green, garnet red, topaz yellow, etc. You are ruby red. Their nipples are as exposed as yours. You see lovely pink, brown, and tan nipples on breasts of various shapes and sizes. You are a bit excited by this.

You see him and you walk over. He is sexy in his tux, which you have seen him wear before. The only difference is that his bow tie is ruby red, like your dress. He sees and kisses you. “I am so glad you made it. And your outfit looks great on you. Come sit here.” He points to a bar stool next to him, and as you sit, you feel the pressure of the plug in your ass. “Here’s your drink. I think the party will begin soon.” He motions to the bartender who is dressed in 18th century attire also, and your drink is placed before you. This doesn’t surprise you, he knows your favorite drink and has done similar things at restaurants in the past.

As you take a sip. A tall woman in an extremely tight leather bustier with matching leather pants with stiletto boots enters the room. She holds up a champagne glass.

“Madams and Messieurs, welcome to the Estate. This is my home. Before we begin dinner and entertainment, we have a few house rules that will be obeyed or you will lose your privilege of being here.

“First, each of you brought your partner. You dressed them in your selected color. You must start and end your evening with them.

“Second, everything must be agreed to. If it is your first time trying something, that is fine, but you must get agreement from Everyone Involved.

“Third, what happens here, Stays here. Any activities that you wish to continue outside of the Estate is the responsibility of all of those involved, which once again must be mutually agreed to.

“Four, this place is for pleasure and enjoyment. Nothing else. If a person objects to an activity or does not want to participate, then thank them and move to another person. If anyone makes a mistake with the rules, they will be gently reminded. But if anyone flagrantly breaks a rule, you will be escorted from the Estate and barred entry to future events. Does everyone agree? Signify by raising your glass and saying ‘Oui Mistress’.”

Both you both raise your glasses and loudly shout “Oui Mistress”.

“Then be seated at the dining room table, dinner is first.”

(And here we will pause. Return tomorrow for Part 2 of “Welcome to the Estate”)

Lazy Saturday with a Book

 

It is a wet, rainy Saturday. The week was another long and busy one at work, and you finished doing your chores around the house, so you just want to relax. You aren’t sure what to do. You’re tired of playing games on your phone or looking at computer screens. You could watch a movie on TV, but that’s just another screen. You are tired of screens.

Looking out the window, you watch as cold rain covers the street and yard with small streams and puddles. If you were a little kid, you could put your boots on and grab a poncho, but it’s been decades since you played in the rain, and don’t really feel like getting wet.

On the bookshelf by the wall, you see the book that your “other half” bought you for Christmas. One that you wanted but really didn’t have time to read. “It’s not another screen.” you say aloud as you pick it from the shelf and sit on the couch.

It’s a fantasy adventure novel written by one of the female authors you really enjoy. In the introduction, she writes “This is a standalone novel, but it has the same setting and references some of the events and characters from my other novels, but you shouldn’t need them to enjoy this. So, pour a cup of tea, fix a snack, grab a blanket, and welcome to my world.”

With the book still in hand, you walk into the kitchen to put on the kettle for some herbal tea.

“What are you making?” your husband asks as he comes in too, carrying a laundry basket and putting away the freshly laundered kitchen towels.

“I’m in the mood for some tea, and maybe a snack. Is laundry almost done?” You ask as you search the cupboards for cookies or chips.

“I have the colors in the dryer, a load of whites in the wash, and as you see, I’m putting away the towels.” He says as he shifts the basket on his hip.

You find an already open box of cookies and put a few on a paper plate. “Ok. I’m just going to read for a bit.” you say setting the book down next to it.

“Yay! I almost thought that you forgot about it or that I got you the wrong book.”

“No, my Dear, we just always seem to have other things to do.” you respond as you sniff a couple of different tea boxes, looking for something that will go good with the cookies.

You feel him kiss your cheek, “Ok. maybe I’ll sit down and read too, after I put these away. The dryer will take a little less than an hour, so…”

“Ok. Whatever.” you absentmindedly say as you grab a coffee mug and drop in a tea bag.

After filling the mug, you breathe in the warm herbal aroma. It helps remove the chill that you didn’t realize you had. Grabbing the cookies, the book, and the mug, you sit down on the couch. The crocheted throw your aunt made is on the back, and you pull it over across your lap, covering your legs.

Now that you are comfortable you begin the first chapter.

A dozen or so chapters later, you are surprised at how adult this book is. This isn’t the first of her books that you have read. Those you bought years ago, when you were still reading YA fiction, and you vaguely remember hearing something about how some YA authors had shifted to writing more “adult themes”. You didn’t expect this to be so “spicy”.

As you read the slow detailed descriptions of the main characters embracing. Then disrobing and caressing, licking and kissing, riding and thrusting, until they are exhausted and satisfied. You feel a familiar warmth spread through you. Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is damp.

You were so engaged in your story, you never noticed your husband sitting on the other end of the couch. He is curled up facing the opposite direction from you, reading some espionage thriller. His sock covered feet almost touching yours.

For a second you compare the author’s description of the male warrior with your loving husband. Arms that you want embracing you, lips that you want kissing you, and a shaft that you want filling you.

You take a sip from your mug and realize it’s empty, and so is the plate of cookies. “I must have been deeper into this than I thought.” you say aloud.

“Hmmn, What’s that Honey?” he asks, not looking up from his book.

“Oh, I just realized I drank my tea, and ate the cookies.” You stand up and stretch.

“You must be enjoying your book,” he comments with a slight chuckle as he looks up, staring at your visibly hard nipples. “Maybe I should be reading it instead of mine.”

A wicked thought moves through your brain, and you get on top of him. “Maybe I should see how you stack up against a ‘barbarian warrior’.” You say pulling up his shirt. “‘Oiled, glistening muscles that held her like bands of iron’.” you quote, and you kiss his chest.

His warm skin and soft hairs feel so good on your lips as you kiss his pecks and work up to his neck. “What sort of book are you reading?” he laughs as he drops his book and takes his shirt off.

“The kind of book that puts me in the mood for this.” you say as you reach a hand into his jeans, grasping for his hardening dick. You kiss your way back down his chest and you lick and softly bite his nipple, as the heroine in the book did to the hero.

“Mmmmmm that’s different.” your husband says, but you feel him stiffening in your hand.

“I need your ‘throbbing manhood’.” you respond, unfastening his jeans, so it is free for you to use.

“Did they really say that in your book?” he asks softly chuckling.

You move down his body until you have it right before your face, gripping firmly in your hand. “Yes, that is one of her descriptions. As she talks about the main character grabbing her lover’s cock and sucking it so it’s hard enough for her to ride.” you say with desire in your voice.

“Something you know all about.” Your husband says with a smile as he shifts a bit, so he is lying on his back. You release him and his hard cock lies on against his belly.

“His manhood rested upon his rippling abs.” you quote as you help pull his jeans all the way off.

“They aren’t ‘rippling abs’, but..” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“You are always exactly what I want.” then you take his prick and slowly lick the tip. You enjoy oral, but right now with the descriptions in the book firing you up, you want to suck him firmly and then ride him hard.

“‘His thick, veiny cod was larger than she expected’.” you say in a breathless tone and then take it in your mouth, feeling it press down your tongue as you take him deeper. The speed at which you did this apparently surprises your husband.

“Wow, you really want it.” he says gripping the edge of the couch in surprise.

You enjoy the familiar feeling of it filling your mouth and going against the back of your throat. As you pull it out, all shiny with your saliva, you stroke it firmly. “‘She was filled with desire to have him hold her down and vigorously enter her over and over again’.” You say stroking it faster.

“Ok, let’s do it.” he responds as you let him get up.

You then bend over the couch, still wearing your comfy sweatpants. You feel him pull them down, along with your panties, and hold you against the couch. “‘Held down and entered vigorously’, you said?” as you feel the tip of his cock press against your wet pussy lips. One hand holds yours down, against the couch and the other presses on you lower back as he thrusts in quickly. “Uuuuhhhh. Mmmmm” you moan as you feel him entering you faster than usual.

It’s so different than his normal slow working in and out until he is all the way in. This time you feel his balls against your clit in one quick motion. His hands press harder as he goes in and out rapidly.

“‘His barbarian…. wildness…. fueled… his desires’.” you say as your husband fucks you with a wild energy he hadn’t done in years. “Yes…. Fuck me harder.” you say panting in pleasure.

He stops holding you down and grabs your hips, pulling you against him faster and faster. “Yes…. my wild….. barbarian….fuck me hard.” You say imagining the muscled hero in the book, savagely using you, as you are the strong heroine matching his intensity and bouncing back against him.

Pleasure builds up in you and you reach down to rub your clit. Rubbing it in small circles, you press down as you feel your husband thrust all the way in and hold it. He’s grunting and sweating as you feel him inside of you while your pussy pulses around him in pleasure. His cock throbs inside of you as he cums. “Yes!” you exclaim as your wave of pleasure moves through you too.

As much as you love sex with your husband, you rarely both climax together, but this time you are both breathing hard and damp with sweat.

He slowly pulls his softening member from you and leans forward kissing you. His lips feel so wet and warm against yours. “Is that what you wanted, Honey?” he says siting on the couch and pulling you on top of him.

“You are my hero and my lover. Everything I need.” you respond hugging him and kissing him.

“Should we clean up and get dressed? Or do you want to go back to reading your book with your pussy full of my ‘seed’?”

“Let’s wash up. Afterwards, why don’t you get something for dinner that fits my mood?” You say with a hungry tone in your voice.

“I don’t think they have pheasant or wild boar.” He says with a laugh.

“The story mentions grilled salmon and smoked herring.” you say as you pull off your pants and top, walking towards the bathroom.

“Ok, after we clean up, I’ll go the store and get some fish. Maybe they have some already made up.”

You turn and kiss him, “And maybe afterwards, I will be in the mood to reward my ‘brave hero’ again.” 
 “I can only hope.” He says hugging you firmly.

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Business Trip Encounter of a Different Kind

 

“She can’t be looking and smiling at me.” you think to yourself as you sit at the hotel bar. Glancing around you realize you are her target, so you smile back.  She gets up and moves to a stool next to you.  As she walks you see her breasts bounce in her loose blouse, and her shapely legs in her knee-length skirt. She sits down and asks, “How are you doing?”

You sip your scotch and soda, tell her how that you are in town on a business trip, and today was a good day as you met with the local management team.  You offer her a drink which she accepts.

After she takes a sip, she leans in and asks, “Can we go up to your room?”

You loosen the tie around your neck, and take another sip of your drink. “Are you a ‘working girl’?” you ask feeling a little nervous.

She smiles, “No, I’m just a housewife who enjoys picking up ‘tired businessmen’ and having sex with them.” As you look more closely at her face, you notice that she is older than you at first thought. She is still gorgeous, but older.

“So what’s the catch? Won’t your husband get jealous or worried about you?”

“No.  The ‘catch’ is that he wants to be in the room and watch as you fuck me.”

You take another sip of your drink, “Wait a second.  Your husband is here? And wants to follow, so he can watch?”

She turns her head and smiles at an older, balding man, wearing a polo shirt and slacks.  He looks like just another guest having a quiet drink.

“So if I agree to this, we all go to my room. I have sex with you, your husband watches, and then you leave?”

She nods and takes one of your hands and places it on her knee.  “Yes. No money, no threesomes, just you and me, and my husband can get his kicks watching you fuck me.”

You think about it for a moment. They guys in the office told you that these trips to the remote sites could get wild. They even hinted at random pick-ups at hotel bars. But you didn’t think it would be like this.

The bartender comes up, “Do you want a refill?”

“No.  Charge mine and hers to my room.” Then you stand up and extend your hand. “Shall we go up to my room?”

As she stands up and straightens her skirt, her husband comes over. “Hi.  I’m glad you agreed to this.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself.

‘I’m Hank, and this is my sexy wife, Barb. She is a ‘hot wife’. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod, looking her up and down as you shake his hand. “She sure is.”

She holds both yours and Hank’s hands as you enter the elevator.  As the doors close, she kisses Hank on the mouth, and then turns and does the same to you. Her lips are warm and smooth against yours. You feel her tongue tease your mouth as she kisses you harder, still holding both you and Hank.

The door opens on your floor and you go to your room. The room is a standard corporate hotel room, with a king-sized bed, desk, dresser, and a couple of chairs.

Barb looks at Hank, and motions to a large chair in the corner of the room. “Sit down and watch.” She then turns to you. “Do you want to help undress me, or should I undress you first?”

You pull your sports coat off, along with your tie, and throw them on the dresser. “Let me undress you, Barb.” You step closer to her and slowly unbutton her blouse.  “Are there any rules I need to follow?”

“There are a couple,” she says in a breathless tone as you remover her top and see her breasts filling her lace-trimmed bra. She allows you to reach behind her and unsnap her bra. “First, I say stop whenever I want.” a simple statement that you nod to. “Second, to enter my pussy, you have to wear a condom.”

“Of course.” you respond as you slide the bra straps down her arms, looking at her gorgeous pink nipples.

She places her hand on your chin and redirects your eyes to hers.  “Third.  Oral and Vaginal only.  My ass belongs to my husband.”

You quickly glance over at Hank who is nodding at you, as he unzips he pants.

“I agree to all of it.” You say and then kiss her passionately.

Your right hand grasps her left breast, as your other hand reaches up under her skirt.

You feel the silky texture of her stockings as you caress her inner thigh, moving up and feeling the damp fabric of her lacy panties. Slowly your fingers rub her panties against her pussy lips. You kiss your way down her neck and chest, feeling her smooth skin with your lips.

Her breasts are so round and full as you slowly lick around her left nipple.

“Mmmmm” she moans from what you are doing with both your tongue and your fingers.

She places her hands on your head as you firmly suck her nipple, feeling it harden in your mouth.

Sliding the crotch of her panties to one side, you tease her wet pussy lips with the tip of your finger, moving it up and down, around and across.

You stop sucking her hard nipple and bring your wet fingertip to your mouth, tasting her juices.

She has a slightly musky scent you lick your finger.

You reach behind her and unzip her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing her stocking clad legs and trimmed patch under her panties. “So tasty looking. Lie down on the bed.”

She does with her legs still on the floor.  You remove her shoes, and rub her feet for a moment, before bending her knees and kissing the inside of her right thigh.  Her skin is still so smooth and warm as you kiss and lick your way closer to her wet snatch.

“Wait a minute.” she says as she raises her hips and slides her panties across her ass.  “Yes, that’s better.” you say as you grasp the waistband and slide them off her.

Looking more closely, her pussy looks so hungry. Her lips parted and her clit visible. “Mmmm” you comment. “So tasty.” then you lick up and down.  You get a richer flavor as you lick her. 

She reaches for your hair and rubs your head as you lick her. Thrusting your tongue deeply into her and then licking up and around her clit. She moans in pleasure, so you suck her clit as firmly as you sucked her nipple.  She moans louder and pulls your hair.

“Yes, lick her till she cums.” you hear a voice, forgetting that Hank is watching.

You put your hands under Barb’s ass and thrust your tongue deeply into her again. You want to taste her enjoyment so you suck her clit again as you slide two fingers into her pussy, working them in and out, twisting and trusting.  She pulls your head tighter against her as she humps your mouth. You feel her pulse around your fingers and her thighs tighten around your head as she cums.

A moment later she releases you. “You are good at that. Let me show you what I can do.” she says as she sits up, and undoes your pants.  Your hard dick has already tented your briefs. As she slides them down, she smiles. “You look tasty too.” You feel her tongue on your tip as she grips your base and slowly licks around it. Then you feel her warm, wet mouth on you.  She sucks you, and then takes you deeper. Placing your hands on her head, you slowly thrust into her mouth.

“Yeah, fuck that slutty mouth of hers.”

Working your hips, you go deeper and faster. Barb’s mouth feels so good. You almost want to just blow your load here and not worry about fucking her. That feeling of pleasure is building in you and you hold her head steady as your cock throbs and shoots cum in her mouth. She swallows it all down.  “Mmmmm You are tasty.” she says with a grin.

“We have both cum. Should we stop here?” you ask.

Hank stands up, with his cock still in his hand.  “I want my turn, if you aren’t going to fuck her tonight.”

You have never, in-person watched another couple have sex. And it is a hotel room so you can always get fresh bedding.  “Ok do it.” you say as you sit down in the chair Hank had been in.

You watch as Hank and Barb make passionate love to each other. Hank licking her pussy and ass, then Barb riding him as he lies on his back. You slowly stroke yourself as you watch her orgasm from grinding her clit against her husband.

Hank takes a small tube of lube from her purse and squirts on her open asshole. Then he butt-fucks his wife like a man possessed. He then trusts and holds it as he fills his wife’s ass.

You jerk yourself until you cum all over your hand. Everyone is sweaty and panting from it, including you.

“That was amazing.” you say as you wipe yourself off with a towel, and then hand them towels too.

“I’m glad you had fun.” Barb says. Hank writes a phone number on the hotel note pad on the desk. “Next time you are in town, call us. If you want to do this again.”

You smile, as they are dressing, and you put on a hotel bathrobe. “I definitely will.” you say.

Barb kisses you on the cheek, “And if your friends will be in town, call us too.”

You nod. “Goodnight and drive safe.” you say.

Closing the door, you look at the phone number.  “No one would believe this, even if I did tell them.”

The News and Angry Sex

 

These times are so stressful. At home, when you wake up, the news is on the radio. You and your wife agreed that getting the weather, traffic, and headlines was important as you had a quick breakfast, made lunch, and head off to work.

But recently the headlines have all been about the government, the economy, and politics. As you get out of bed, you shake your head in frustration. “They can’t be that stupid.” “Are they trying to mess things up for ordinary people?” “This can’t be real; they must have another plan.” Turning off the radio, you head to the bathroom to clean up. Your wife is already there. She got up while you were listening to the headlines.

Wordlessly you shake your head and go to the kitchen to make coffee. “Maybe an English muffin will help with my mood.” You think as you fill the coffee maker and turn it on. You open the breadbox, there aren’t any English muffins. You check the freezer and remember that you said you would pick up more, the next time you went to the grocery store. You sigh and make some toast.

Your wife comes in, her hair damp from the shower, but she’s already dressed for work. “Good Morning Dear, the bathroom is all yours.”

You glance up at the clock. It is later than you thought, so you quickly jump in the shower, forgetting your coffee and toast.

The water is warm but not as hot as you would like it. “Maybe she used most of the hot water.” You mutter to yourself. “There’s always something. If it isn’t the government, then it’s work. If it’s not work, then it’s the house.”

You rinse off and then lather up to shave. You feel angry and irritated as you pull the razor across your cheek. “Damn.” You pressed too hard and cut yourself. Then you take a moment, exhale, look in the mirror, and slow down your strokes. As you bring the razor up under your chin, you hear. “Are you alright Dear? I’m packed and about to go.”

“What?” you ask as you nick your chin. A small cut that quickly bleeds.

In the doorway of the bathroom, your wife is standing there, wearing her pantsuit and jacket, her work bag on her shoulder, and her coat across her arm.

“Are you doing okay? You’re running late.” She says.

You rinse the soap from your face and turn to kiss her.

“Maybe when you get home. You’re bleeding. I have a meeting today and don’t want to get blood on me. I’m leaving. Hurry up and good luck.” She says, turning and heading for the front door.

You dry your face and place a couple of bits of toilet paper over the cuts. “It’s going to be one of those days.” You say to yourself as you quickly dress.

You then go back into the kitchen, fill a travel mug with coffee, and pull your now cold toast from the toaster. “I’ll buy lunch at work.” You say in a resigned tone as you munch on the toast, grab your coat, and climb into your car.

The drive to work is worse than it has been all week. “That’s what they get when they eliminate teleworking from home.” You listen to the news on the radio for a bit, but it just gets you more angry and frustrated. You switch to a music station, but even there, you hear headlines and news comments between songs.

Finally you arrive in the office parking lot. It is filling up so fast, you head to one of the farthest rows away from the building. Not what you really want, but you can use the walk into the building to calm yourself.

Sitting at your computer, you check emails. A number of them are from clients asking if the company will still support your contracts. You respond to each one, saying something like “Of course. We always honor our agreements. Whether you are a Government Agency, a Private Company, or a Small Business, you will continue to support them.”

Soon your supervisor walks over, and notices one of your responses. “Hey, pause those for now. There will be a meeting in the conference room in a bit. I think it is related to what clients are asking.”

“Ok, Will do.” You respond, then get an email from the front office about “All Departments Meeting at 10:00am.” You click, the “I will be there” response, and pick up your mostly empty coffee mug. As you walk to the coffee pot, you overhear people talking. “I hear all of the government funding was cancelled.” “Something about how our contracts supported ‘Woke’ companies” “Hopefully during the meeting, we’ll find out.”

As you sip your coffee and listen, you want to comment, but you really don’t know what’s going on. Hopefully you will get some answers soon. You sit back at your desk and sip your coffee. You could call your wife. Her voice always sounds so good, but what you really want is her to be there, so you could take her into storage closet and let her give you a blow job. It is your favorite “workplace fantasy”. Just the thought of your wife, hiding under your desk with her soft lips on you, has you getting hard. A reminder note about the meeting pops up on your computer screen. You sigh, grab your travel mug and a notepad, and head to the large conference room.

It is rare that you attend a meeting here, and even rarer to see the place packed. You grab a chair near the door and try to relax. The voices in the room are a mixture of comments similar to what you heard getting coffee.

The Director walks in and the room goes quiet, as he approaches the podium and a graphic slide fills the space behind him.

“Good Morning Everyone. Let me first say, I am proud of the work you do. Regardless of what you hear or read in the news; I want you to know I am very happy with the work all of you have done for the company.”

For the next few minutes he continues on, in typical corporate speak, talking about how, “in the past the company has been profitable, supporting all of its clients. Its government contracts were the main pillar of this support, etc.” This continues for a few more minutes and you start to get bored, until. “Today that all changed. The government suspended all of its contracts with us, pending further review.” You and those sitting around you, all raise your hand to ask why, but before you can ask the question, the director motions with his hands for you to all lower yours. “Next slide, please.” He says, and a statement that is standard in almost all of the company’s contracts fills the screen. “We offer competitive prices by utilizing source diversity to purchase the best items at the lowest prices.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, according to the letter we received from our government contract representative, all contracts and programs related to ‘Diversity, Equality, and Inclusion’ are cancelled or suspended. Corporate Legal is already addressing this but until it is resolved, all government contract support is halted. You can still support your private industry and small business clients, but until you hear otherwise, all government support is paused.”

You are stunned, and have a desire to get back to your desk and reread all of your earlier emails. But for now you just sit and let the director continue. “At this time, all your jobs are secure, but that could change, depending on what we hear from Legal. Work with your supervisors to ensure that all of your outstanding invoices are logged and….”

You slowly shake your head. “This is stupid” you mutter to yourself as you take a sip of coffee from your mug.

After the meeting, you click on your inbox and you see a canned response for your government clients drafted up by corporate legal. You dutifully copy it and send it to each one. By the time you send it to your last one, a logistics office you have worked with for years, you are cursing under your breath, “Dumb ass mother fuckers.” You look at the clock and see that it’s lunchtime. Normally you would have a few of your buddies meet you at the corner café, but today you will just get a sandwich to-go and eat it at your desk.

“Fucking stupid cocksuckers. They wouldn’t know source diversity if it rammed up their asses.” You say in a low tone as you walk out of the office. Apparently a few people hear you and give you strange looks. You exhale slowly and say, “I’m sorry. Just frustrated for my clients.” A few folks nod, including a guy who you think works in accounting, who gives you a weak smile and a thumbs up “It will clear up in a few days.”

The rest of the day, you feel like you’re in a fog. You don’t remember eating your sandwich, but you have the empty wrapper at your desk. Near the end of the day, your supervisor comes by, “Are you doing alright?”

You nod and smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. We have other clients, and we’ll keep supporting them.”

“Ok, but I know that the government contracts were the biggest part of what you do. Are you sure you’re okay? I heard you cussing and cursing earlier, and I don’t blame you. I’m angry too, but….”

“But what can you do about it? Legal needs to fix it. I know.” You respond in a depressed tone.

“Ok. Head home and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says walking away.

You feel almost numb walking out of the building. The parking spaces closest to the building are all empty as you walk to your car. The traffic going home is almost double what the morning ‘rush hour’ was. To occupy your mind, you flip stations on the radio. You try to find music to relax to, but you keep hitting commercials that you have heard too many times, or news reports that just make you angry. As you get closer to your house, you just turn the radio off and drive in silence, but that is almost worse, because your anger is just building.

You walk into the house and hear your wife ask “Did you stop by the store on the way home?”

“Fuck no. Dammit I forgot” you respond angrier than you planned.

She comes out of the bedroom, having changed from her work clothes into her workout clothes. The yoga pants accent her curvy body so well.

“It’s okay. I’ll go on my way back from the gym.” She says, then looks more closely at you. “Are you feeling okay?”

You walk up to her and kiss her, a kiss that still has angry energy behind it. “It was a rough day.” You say, resting a hand on her sports bra covered breast and pressing your forehead against hers.

“Do you want to tell me about it? I don’t have to go out.”

You kiss her again, your one had grabbing a handful of her soft hair, as your other one caresses her breast through the bra. “What I really want is you.” You say in an almost animalistic tone.

“All right.” She responds, reaching down and undoing your belt. “Maybe a workout, right here in the hallway might make you feel better?” The tone of her voice drops to a seductive tone.

You get hard as you feel her open your pants, and you slide your fingers under her sports bra. Her nipple hardens as you roll it with your fingertips. Your other hand pulls her hair firmly as you kiss her neck.

Her hand is warm on your hard cock as she reaches and grips it. You press her down to her knees, and pull her head back, so her mouth is open. Her pretty mouth looks so inviting. She isn’t used to you being so direct as to what you want, but she doesn’t resist.

You rub your sensitive tip around her lips and then into her wet, warm mouth. It feels so good. You place both your hands on her head and slowly move back and forth. You imagine her under your desk, sucking you off as everyone is working. Your favorite work fantasy.

She grabs your ass to steady herself as you go deeper into her mouth with each trust. A gagging sound comes from her, which turns you on even more, but you want her moans instead. You pull out, stand her up, turn her around, pull down her yoga pants and panties, and thrust into her damp pussy. You hold her against the wall, pressing her as you fuck her harder and faster.

“Oh…. Yes…..” You hear her moan. You grab her hips and thrust harder.

“Yeah, take it. Take it deeper.”

Backing up a bit, you give her room to bend over. “That’s it. Show me how you want it. Your sexy ass. So tight and firm from working out.”

She does as you command, bending over. She seems excited by your forceful tone. The anger from the whole day seems to be moving through you as you grab her harder and trust deeper. “You like it, don’t you?” You say through gritted teeth.

“Yes….Fuck me….Cum in me….” She moans.

You continue until you start sweating, then you thrust hard and hold it inside of her. You feel pressure and pleasure release as you shoot your cum inside of her.

Slowly you slide your softening dick from her, as semen drips from her wet pussy. Standing up straight, she asks “Do you feel better?”

You nod as you wipe beads of sweat from your forehead.

“Good.” She says in a hungry tone. “My turn.” Taking your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. She has you lie on the bed and she mounts your face. Her wet pussy smells of desire and cum. “You aren’t the only one who needs release. Show me what you can do.” She commands.

Obediently you lick her wet lips, tasting the sour, acrid, flavor of your spunk mixed with her natural juices. You lick deeper as she presses her cunt harder against you. Rocking back and forth, she pins you down. “Lick me, lick it deeper.”

The tone in her voice is almost angry. Her clit rubs against your nose as she rocks her hips forward. “Use your whining little mouth to make me cum. You bitch about the news. Use that tongue for something that makes a difference.”

She rides you harder. Her enthusiasm turns you on and you are hard again.

Her pleasure builds and her pussy pulses against your mouth. She is breathing harder but she notices your hard cock behind her. She slides down your body and puts your hard-on inside of her. “Let’s not waste this.” She says he rides you until both of you cum again.

You are both sweating and breathing hard as she lies next to you.

“Do you feel better?” she asks.

“I do. Should I tell me about my day?” you answer.

“Only if I can tell you about mine too. But how about we shower, and order some take out, first?”

You kiss her, softer and more relaxed. “Of course. Do you want to shower together, to save hot water?”

“Sure. Let’s do things that make sense. There’s enough craziness in the world.” She says heading for the bathroom.

“Yes, but as long as I have you, it’ll all work out.” You say stripping off the rest of your clothing and following her.

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