My past experiences with girls led me to be a little jaded toward my friend Abby after I found out she had just gotten engaged. Up until then, I had no idea she was in a serious relationship of any sort, and by that point I had fucked her twice, once in my office at work and once at the apartment that turned out to be her partner's. The fact that these sessions had been the culmination of nearly five years of mutual attraction only made me feel more cheated of a purer experience. It had never been my desire to plug another man's woman without his knowledge or consent - or even participation.
It was my own fault for getting attached to Abby, though. In fact, when we banged the first time not long after my hiring her into my department at work, we even talked specifically about avoiding a meaningful relationship and just hooking up for the fun of having sex with one of my employees. Part of my reasoning behind that decision was the fact that we worked together, and the other part was the pain in my past from getting hooked to girls. However, after being intimate with Abby, there was just something about her that had me believing - even if just for a minute - that there could be something more there.
Again, I knew I was being unreasonable. It hurt at first upon hearing the news of Abby's engagement. I didn't initiate any contact with her over that weekend, and neither she with me. I even successfully avoided her for about a day and a half at work, which was a feat in and of itself since I was her boss. Eventually, though, we inevitably had to address the elephant in the room.
It was over lunch one day that we finally talked about what was happening. I invited her into my office so that we could have some privacy. Incidentally, it was the first time Abby had been in my office since I banged her over my desk. In the discussion, I was honest about my feelings and admitted that the confusion I felt was illogical, given our agreement. If nothing else, I just felt bad for sleeping with another man's girl and felt tricked because Abby never said anything to me about her being in a relationship.
Abby then explained that, while she did sincerely have a crush on me all this time, what really motivated her to screw me was how hot it was to be railed by her boss. Even then, she said she would never have gone through with it had it not been her then-boyfriend-now-fiancé's idea. Imagine my shock when she told me that bit.
Apparently, Dave (as we'll refer to Abby's fiancé as) thought it would be beneficial to them as a young couple if his girl screwed her boss. He thought it might lead to bonuses, raises and even a promotion down the line. Personally, I would have never been OK with that setup for any girl with whom I was in a committed relationship, but I couldn't really judge anyway, having done some pretty depraved shit myself.
Anyway, at this point I felt pretty used. The conversation ended kind of awkwardly, and we didn't talk to each other for about a week outside of necessary work conversation. After that timeframe, however, I started to get over the confusing feelings I had. It helped that I began to realize that if perks were what Dave and Abby were looking for, I could certainly arrange such a scenario. Abby would just have to try a little harder, I thought.
Abby was well past her probationary period at the company, which meant she was now eligible to be considered for some of the aforementioned perks. When we first had sex, she was still considered a new employee, so I could consider her fiancé's efforts meaningless, as far as I was concerned. One afternoon, while Abby and I were alone in the break room, I decided to inform her about the expiration of her probationary period and what it meant to her as an employee in that department. I explained to her that her past efforts didn't qualify and that, if she really wanted to impress me, she'd have to step it up if she and her soon-to-be husband wanted to take advantage of my position as her boss.
"You've performed admirably in the past," I told her with a grin, "but what counts is what you do going forward to catch my attention." It was obvious to her that we weren't talking about her literal job performance. What she did not know was just how far I wanted to take her down the road to debauchery.
"I'm fine tonight," she said, "and Dave is going out with some friends anyway." Her shaky voice betrayed her nervous excitement.
"Oh," I responded, "that won't work. If Dave's signing off on this, he's going to have play his part."
Take my surprise when Abby told her fiancé was OK with my fucking her and apply that to Abby at this point. What followed was my explanation that I had no interest in men but that I did have a very strong interest in sexy girls being banged by men in one sitting - especially at the same time. Abby's eyes grew as wide as saucers at that point until she gathered herself enough to begin to respond. At that point, though, someone else entered the break room, so we closed up our conversation and agreed to continue it later. Beside, our lunch time had gone on long enough. And, yes, by now I figured other people in the office were onto us, but I didn't care.
Abby texted me before I was even home that day: "Ive done that stuff a couple time before. Im ok with it if dave is. :)" Oh gosh. I had no idea what a goldmine I'd stumbled upon in Abby.
Within a day, Abby contacted me outside of work to inform me of her fiancé's consent. I can't even imagine how that conversation went. This guy must have been greedy for every dollar he could get or maybe he was just as perverted as I. Either way, Abby proposed that Saturday night as our meeting time, to which I eagerly agreed. I was so excited that I mashed the buttons on my phone just to send the text that would seal the deal.
Now it was time to wait. The next couple days went by pretty quickly, actually. Work was busy, so the time always escaped me. As long as I could take my mind off the wonderfully shameful plans brewing in my head for Saturday, I was able to coast through the day. The most difficult part of those days was refraining from masturbating when I thought bout how hot it would be to team up on cute little Abby. I really wanted to save up a big load for her, especially if Dave and I got the opportunity at the end to double shower on her.
Saturday crawled. By the time the countdown was into the last hour before I left for their apartment, I pretty much just stared at the clock. I didn't want to show up too early, which was my tendency in most of life, but I didn't want to wait even one minute more than I had to. I ended up leaving a little earlier than I needed to and just took my time driving, obeying the speed limit while my mind raced with anticipation.
