I had worked in the same firm as Lisa for years, but never in the same department. She wasnât drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she was cute and she was in great shape, especially for a woman in her 40's. For a lack of a better term she had a reputation as being a bit of a slut, or perhaps a tease. She was married with kids, had some spats where she was separated, its all a bit convoluted.
Lisa seemed to always be having an apparent affair with men in the best position to advance her career, her boss, her bossâs boss, etcâŚ
She also had another trait; she loved to talk about sex, and how depraved of it she was, how her husband never went down on her, and how she sucked the best cock.
She always seemed to be able to keeps several guys âon her hookâ, and I thought for the most part she was just using them and that they would never get anything from her beyond her cock raising dialogue.
Perhaps my negativity towards her was based in part to the fact that she never seemed to be interested in me. She was into guys that only a momma could love? (Older, usually unattractive men)
One day after work I found myself making a brief appearance at happy hour, Lisa was of course no stranger to alcohol. She was beginning to slur slightly when I arrived, which was amazing because she could have only been there an hour. She had her typical fleet of horny men circled around her, the likely monetary sources to her alcohol consumption.
I had a long week and was enjoying a few cold ones with my office buddies. I must confess we all took turn glancing over at Lisa; she just has something about her. She was explaining how last night she had an orgasm in her sleep and than added what made it unusual was that she was dreaming about another woman. I have to admit she peaked my eavesdropping interest. She went on to say how she would love to have a woman, but didnât know how to find the right lady to experiment with.
As the night went on Lisa and I actually engaged in some light hearted office type chit chat, meaningless shit, and than I decided to hit the road. As I leaned in to give her the customary female coworker kiss on the cheek she grabbed my inner thigh and softly ran her hand upward, stopping just short of my balls.
âStayâ she said, âThis night still has some potentialâ
I was at a loss for words and had no reaction, as I write this Iâm tempted to profess something else, but the reality was I was a little intimidated and basically dumbfounded. This type of thing is pretty foreign to me. So, I ultimately retreated to my car and went home. Of course for the remainder of the weekend she dominated my thoughts. I began to realize why guys clung to her.
I didnât know what to expect come Monday, I anticipated that this alcohol induced indiscretion would likely be forgotten, but I was hoping/dreaming for just the opposite.
âHey Lisaâ I blurted at about 10:00 on Monday morning upon seeing her. She walked straight towards me and with a smile said:
âWeâre still on for lunch today right?âŚGreat than, I scheduled myself a break from 1:00 to 2:30âŚLaterâŚâ as she walked away, she took great care to wiggle her ass at me raising a few eyebrows in the area.
Lunch it was and we went out to chat, I couldnât help but feel like I was being pursued by her and I wasnât quite sure why so? Anyway my curiosity and appetite lead us to a socially acceptable noisy restaurant.
Once seated she inquired âI couldnât help but notice a picture of a beautiful woman on your desk, is that your wife?â
âYes, for 10 years nowâ I calmly responded as I began to see the intent behind her actions.
âSheâs in great shape huh?â Lisa pondered with a smirk.
âYes, the same size as when we got marriedâ I proudly responded still feeling out the motive(s).
The conversation moved on going pleasantly, and than she began to reveal her thoughts.
âAfter seeing your wifeâs picture, I began to wonder what you two look like fucking...sorry, I know that must seem weird, but with most couples thatâs something that causes you to cringe if/when it pops into your mind. With you, it just gets me wetâ
I was in shock again, but at least I knew what she was interested in, the two of us. For those that have never read any of my stories I will copy and paste in my wife Courtneyâs physical description:
Courtney is a very pretty Puerto Rican and Irish girl who; I have found out, loves to be a very dirty girl. She is 5â4â, 120 lbs. with a perfect ass and exceptional tits. (Theyâre only an A cup but they are absolutely perfectly shaped with soft pink nipples that harden like pencil erasers on contact) She has long brown hair, soft brown eyes and all eyes gravitate to her when we go out, especially when she doesnât wear a bra (which she never does).
Lisa discussed her sexuality in great depth, I have to say she has a liberated - no shame view of sex. She said that she had had women before, but never a couple, and she felt that Courtney and I would be in her words âTastyâ.
She ended the conversation with:
âWhy donât you and your wife talk it over and let me know if we could all get together sometimeâ
I didnât have to ask Courtney anything, I knew the answer would be NO. I figured maybe I could soften her stance with time, so for the next few weeks Lisa and I conspired together for this our now common goal. I would get so turned on with formulating this idea into a reality that I was spending a good portion of my day trying to hide my erection from my coworkers.
During this time there was an occasion for the girls to meet socially, and they really hit it off, but Lisa never revealed her/our intentions.
The plan ultimately became that Courtney and I would go to Lisaâs house for a co-ed sex toy party, but it would be on the wrong day (my error). So it was set to be Sat. night, the day following the fabricated Friday night sex toy party. This would help mold Courtneyâs mind set, at least till the point where the embarrassment of showing up on the wrong day set in. Courtney had been to a few of these parties in the past and she always came home horney as hell.
We arrived fashionable late at 8:15 and Courtney saw trouble right away.
âIt seems were the first ones here, I donât want to go in yetâ She said uncomfortably.
âIâm sure some neighbors just walked over, letâs just go inâ I said to encourage her and we walked forward to the door.