All characters are of legal age. I want to thank LarryInSeattle for continuing his efforts to save me from the worse of my prose and poor grammar.
Dan completes several of Kendra's tasks and enjoys doing so.
You can read this chapter independently if you wish. The background being, that Dan has lost a bet with his wife and she has given him twelve labors to perform.
Enjoy and by all means comment, constructively if possible. It's how I attempt get better at this.
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Dan spent several minutes in internal debate regarding whether or not he should try to hide the smell of pussy on his face with cologne. In the end he decided that the cologne, which he rarely wore, would only call attention. He dressed, did what he could to control his hair, and left for the office with his wife's amused smile lingering in his memory.
He was a hands on boss. He always stopped and chatted with his employees. He made it a point to know not only their names but something about them and their families. People work harder for someone who knows them. It would be unusual for him to not stop and chat. As with the cologne, he pondered what the best course of action would be as he drove to the office. In the end, he opted for the harried I-don't-have-time-for-idle-chit-chat look.
He tossed a quick wave at Shari, the receptionist. "Shari, I'll be swamped in my office this afternoon. Do me a favor will you and hold my calls? I'll get back to whoever it is first thing tomorrow." He hurried on, not waiting for her response. He breathed a sigh of relief as his door closed behind him. He sat down behind his desk and rolled his head in circles over his shoulders, trying to clear his mind. He was too busy to blow off an entire day. He had issues that needed to be dealt with.
Dan typed his password and pulled up Mack's latest proposal. As he read it, images of Kendra's body, of her pussy and her ass, receded. What Mack had run up against was typical. Most projects they worked required dealing with broadly similar problems. Mack had looked at the issue in a fundamentally different way. It was not how Dan would have dealt with the issue. It was better and Dan was happy to admit the fact. Looking at his elegant solution, Dan knew he had made the right decision in bringing Mack on board. He decided, on the spot, to offer to make Mack a partner today rather than wait. He had already had his attorney draw up a memorandum of understanding. He'd give it to Mack to look at. And he'd do it before discussing the project with him, use it as a marker of his confidence in the man.
He leaned back in his chair, locked his fingers behind his head and grinned at the ceiling. He could see a half a dozen ways they could make money off Mack's idea. It was that good. As Dan stretched, he felt something hard in his shirt pocket. As he reached for his pocket, he recalled what it was. The SD from the GoPro. His smile faded. He wasn't sure how he felt about editing his digital debauchery at work. He could disconnect from the server easily enough and scrub his tracks, but work was work.
That's what Dan's brain said. But not what his dick said. As images of what the GoPro might hold raced through his brain, Dan's dick began to swell. A handful of heartbeats later and he was rock hard and aching. He took a moment to remind himself he'd promised his wife he would not jerk off. He had every intention of keeping his promise but doing so while editing the video was going to be tough. He wondered if Kendra would believe him if he spontaneously spooey'd in his pants.
He pulled up the control panel and disconnected from the office server before plugging in the SD card. He opened the editing program, wondering how much time to put into this. He still wanted to talk to Mack. He knew he had a tendency to become obsessed. If he wasn't careful he'd spend the night at his desk, working on fades and adding music. First, he decide to let it play, see what Kendra had managed to capture.
He checked to make sure the volume was down and hit the play button. The ache in his balls and cock ratcheted up as the video played. The first minutes are when Kendra wore the helmet. Narcissistic or not, Dan liked the way his cock looked but it was the conversation the camera had recorded that was making his cock strain against his pants now. The way his wife had verbally teased him was hotter than any image of his tumescent cock. There was a large segment of shots of the wall, the door to the bathroom, the closet, all from when his wife had turned his back to him. He fast forwarded to the point when she gave him the camera and edited out the inadvertent shots of the bedroom.
The next section, with the camera now atop his head, as his wife bent over to show off the jeweled butt plug and fucking herself with the dong, now that was fucking hot. He found himself panting in frustration. The urge to yank his zipper down and beat off atop the desk was nearly unbearable. He should have brought the camera. Maybe she would forgive him if he videoed himself beating off to her video. The question was moot; the camera was home atop the dresser. He could use the camera on the computer but it wouldn't record the fact he was beating off to his wife masturbating on camera. We wondered if he could playback the home video while the camera on the computer recorded him jerking off. That would at least capture the sounds his wife had been making as she fucked herself in front of him.
There was a knock on his door. To Dan's horror the door began to open. He had forgotten to lock the damn door!
"Yo, boss. Shari says you decided..." Mack's voice died in his throat as Dan lurched forward to kill the screen. That worked but the sound of his wife moaning and teasing him did not. Dan stabbed at the mute button but forgot to hit the "Fn" key at the same time. His cursing drowned out the sounds coming from the computer. He managed to hit both keys simultaneously and the office fell silent except for the sound of his heart pounding in his ears and the barely suppressed laughter of his soon-to-be new business partner.
"Boss, you really got to re-think your open door policy if you're going to watch porn at work," Mack managed to choke out.
Dan glared at him, opened his mouth to bawl him out and instead rolled his chair back and dropped his forehead to his desk and stared at his feet. He heard Mack pulling a chair over and more strangled laughter. A hand patted his shoulder.
"Come on Dan, we'll laugh about this in an hour," Mack told him. Whatever calming effect his reassuring tone might have offered was offset when he snort, "Fuck in an hour. I'm laughing now."
Dan shrugged the hand off his shoulder, squared them like he was at attention and sat back to restore his authority. He was baffled when Mack exploded in laughter, baffled until he looked down that is. His pants were tented and there was a wet spot the size of a saucer on the front of his pants.
The befuddled look on his boss's face, turned Mack's laughter into silent wheezes, as he clutched at his sides and groped behind him for the chair. The look of befuddlement transformed, rather quickly, into a broad grin. Dan had been a communications specialist on a ballistic missile sub, he had been in Navy parlance, a "boomer fag". By the standards of a fast attack sub, quarters on a boomer were palatial, but by any other standard, even the captain, was wedged into a space most American's would reject as too small for a closet. There was no privacy. You can't send a boatload of 18-twentysomethings for ninety days at a time and expect them not to jerk off. Everyone had a cruise sock stuff under the mattress. You learned to look the other way and you learned not to over react to getting caught, at least as long as it wasn't by an officer or the Chief.
So, Dan composed himself and sat quietly as his colleague struggled to stifle his laughter. As the red began to fade from Mack's face and his breathing returned to a semblance of normal, Dan swiveled his chair and retrieve a file from the drawer.
"If you are finished with your hysterics, take a look at this," he remarked as he handed Mack the file. "You'll want to read it more carefully but scan it. Tell me what your first thoughts are."
Mack was still snuffling back laughter as he took the file. His face grew serious, as he began to read. After the first paragraph, he looked up from the page. His voice was quiet.
"You serious, boss?"
"Absolutely. I need help. This is what I had in mind when I hired you, your worthless Canoe U degree notwithstanding. You interested? Think a two-and-a-half striper can bring himself to partner with a lowly E-6?"
Mack didn't say anything for a moment. His eyes darted back to the page. He flipped it over.
