The Beginning of the Affair

“No — I can’t,” I gasped, as I broke the kiss. I took Robin’s wrists and pulled her hands away from my belt. “I’m married, I don’t want a divorce, and that’s what would happen if we went any further.” It had started with a phone call. “Hi, Steve,” Robin had said. “I’m having some trouble with a couple of computers at my office. I know it’s Saturday, but would you mind coming down to take a look?” Robin owned her own company, providing complex negotiating services to various companies. I had helped her get her new systems up and running a few months before, and there had been several little glitches I’d worked out for her in the weeks that followed. “Sure — I can meet you there in about 20 minutes,” I replied. “Perfect,” she replied, and hung up. As I replaced the phone in the cradle, I thought about how many times this scenario had played out in my mind. Robin and I alone together in her office, behind locked doors with her sofa that was just the right height for all kinds of different positions I’d imagined. Or making love on the conference table. Or any one of a number of other places in her comfortable, spacious, and deliciously secluded office. Lately, I’d been thinking about her more and more — probably because of all the time I’d been spending with her. Robin was a bit older than me, but kept herself in terrific shape and had a body that seemed to be getting better and better. She also was my wife, Stephanie’s, best friend. Stephanie had noticed that I was attracted to Robin — and it amused her. Stephanie had even mentioned about a year before that Robin had confessed to having a sex dream about me. Stephanie occasionally made me tell her my latest Robin fantasy while we made love — it seemed to both excite her and to relieve some of the temptation I felt to live out these fantasies. As I got ready to go, I decided it might be dangerous to go unprepared, and that I’d better relieve any potential sexual tension, so I masturbated while I replayed one of my favorite Robin fantasies. She’d be sitting at her desk and I’d be leaning over her shoulder with my arms reaching around her towards the keyboard to show her some new feature. She’d lean back against me, turn and gently bite my ear. I’d turn to her and we’d kiss, our tongues hungrily searching for each other’s. My hands would move from the keyboard to her breasts. As I found and gently squeezed her nipples, she’d gasp and swivel her chair to face me. I’d reach up her skirt with one hand while continuing to gently squeeze her nipple with the other. Under her skirt, I wouldn’t find cotton or lace, but naked flesh. As she’d lean back in her chair and spread her legs, I’d enter her with first one, then two fingers, and feel her begin to move against my hand. She’d be moist, and getting downright wet as I brought her to her first of what would be many orgasms. She’d catch her breath, then sit up, pull my pants down, then suck me. She’d know that the main action was not with the shaft, or the balls, but her wet tongue working the head of my throbbing penis. She’d bring me to orgasm and swallow almost every last drop of my semen. But not quite — she’d save some in her mouth as she’d stand up, put her arms around me and kiss me, so I would taste myself in her mouth. I’d unbutton and take off her blouse, then remove her lacy bra without our tongues ever leaving each others’ mouths. I’d unzip her skirt and let it drop to the floor, and she’d be standing there naked, her nipples hard against my chest, her hips moving gently against me, my hands gently stroking her back, then my fingertips brushing down her spine towards and around her butt. She’d shiver with excitement, causing brief interruptions as she unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor with my pants. With both of us naked, our hands would caress each other all over — and all this time, our tongues would be dancing and thrusting with each other. I’d finally break contact and lead her to the sofa, where she’d lie back while I’d kneel and bend over to kiss and nibble her thighs, working my way with lips, tongue and gentle teeth to her wet, even dripping pussy. My tongue would flick over her clitoris and she’d be so ready that she’d come right away, then continue to have orgasm after orgasm as I licked and probed and sucked. Finally, I’d lick up as much of her juices as I could and kiss her to give her a taste of herself, as I’d guide my penis into her. Gently at first, then gradually pumping faster and harder, she’d have another long, deep, full-body orgasm, and I’d finally come too while she was in the middle of her long, continuous orgasm. Our mutual orgasm would be so deep that our bodies would be nearly out of our control as we shuddered and gasped and continued to pump. After masturbating to this fantasy, my orgasm was so intense that it left me weak in the knees, and I hoped that would be enough to keep myself from touching her this afternoon. I cleaned up, put the dog out, and wrote a note for my wife. “Back in a while — Robin needs computer help. Call me on my cell phone if you need anything.” It took me about 10 minutes to get to Robin’s office, and I had to force myself to think about her computer problem, Stephanie, the dog — anything, so long as I kept my mind off what I wanted to do with Robin. I knocked on the door to her office, and heard her say “Coming,” and walk towards the door. “Not yet,” I thought, “but maybe….” And again, I had to control my thoughts as she unlocked and opened the door. “Hi, Robin,” I said. “What’s up?” “Oh, thanks so much for coming, Steve,” Robin gushed as she locked the door behind us. She always locked the door to her office since it was so secluded. I always thought how nice that was — no one would walk in on us unaware if anything ever did happen. “I’m having trouble with this one application — let me show you.” She led me into her office and had me sit down in front of her keyboard while she turned on the PC. She pulled over another chair and sat close on my left side, leaning towards me slightly so she could see the screen. I turned my head ever so slightly towards her to inhale the light scent of — what was it? Her hair? Her perfume? Just her? I could only occasionally smell an oh-so-light fragrance from her, not enough to tell what it was, but it was intoxicating. I looked at her hair — auburn this week — and wondered about all the colors it had been over the years, and what color she was naturally. “Maybe I’ll find out today,” I thought, figuring she didn’t dye her pubic hair. I had to force myself to stop thinking that way, turn back to the computer and concentrate. Robin was leaning closer now, and pointing her well-manicured left index finger towards the screen. “Okay,” she instructed, “double-click that.” I did, and an application opened, displaying a logon dialog, prompting for her userid and password. Robin leaned past me, brushing my arm with her right breast. I closed my eyes momentarily, savoring the caress, then fought down my thoughts and tried to concentrate. Robin finished typing her userid and password, then leaned back again, but this time her right hand dropped to my thigh. I hesitated as her hand lingered. “Okay,” I said, and heard the catch in my voice. “Now what?” I realized, too late, that my question about the computer application could also be interpreted as asking what was next that day for she and I. Robin turned her head towards me, and kissed me. I kissed her back, thinking that I really shouldn’t be doing this, that this was way too dangerous. She began moving her hand a bit higher up my thigh, then kissed me again, a bit harder this time, and with a bit of tongue. I thought to myself, “To hell with it,” and returned her kiss with increasing passion. Our tongues met, and we turned towards each other. As our kiss intensified, I began moving my hands up her arms and around her shoulders. Her hands moved up my thighs and began releasing my belt. “No — I can’t,” I gasped, as I broke the kiss. I took Robin’s wrists and
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lled her hands away from my belt. “I’m married, I don’t want a divorce, and that’s what would happen if we went any further.” She nodded and smiled impishly. Just then, my cell phone rang. I stood up to pull it out of my pocket. As I glanced at Stephanie’s number on the display, Robin reached for me again. “Stop!” I hissed. “It’s Stephanie!” “Good,” Robin replied, and laughed softly. I stepped back and tried to control my breathing as I pushed the “Talk” button. “Hi!” I said to my wife. “Did you get my note? I’m helping Stephanie with some computer problems.” I was talking too fast — Stephanie was sure to notice something was wrong. “Listen, Steve,” Stephanie said. “I need you to do something for me.” “Sure — what do you need?” “I want you to do whatever Robin wants.” “Well, yeah — I’m working on her computer glitch.” “That’s not what I mean.” My heart began pounding. “I don’t understand,” I said, as I began to turn away from Robin in confusion. “Turn back towards her,” Stephanie said. Was Stephanie here??? I began to look wildly around. “STOP!” Stephanie exclaimed forcefully. “Look at Robin.” I turned to face Robin. Robin was standing up with a smile on her face that was full of satisfaction and desire. “Now walk up to her,” Stephanie commanded. My mind whirled in confusion as I did as she said. “Put your hand on her breast,” Stephanie said. I reached up, and as I began to caress and gently squeeze, the situation became clearer. Stephanie must be in Robin’s office somewhere, watching. I rubbed my thumb around Robin’s nipple. That must mean that Stephanie and Robin had arranged this, but why? Robin closed her eyes and her breathing started becoming a bit ragged. On the phone, Stephanie whispered, “Oh, my.” Thinking quickly, I took my hand away and stepped back. Robin opened her eyes, looking hungry and confused. Stephanie said, “What are you doing?” “Do you realize what you’re telling me to do?” I asked Stephanie. “Yeeess.” She dragged it out into two syllables. “Then say it.” Robin looked at me quizzically, her head cocked a bit to one side. I smiled and winked at her. “Huh?” Stephanie asked. “Tell me — bottom line — exactly what you want me to do here,” I told her. Robin began a slow smile as she listened to my half of the conversation. “Okay — I want you to make love with Robin,” Stephanie said. “And you want to watch,” I confirmed. Robin arched an eyebrow. “Yes,” Stephanie said. “And that’s okay with you.” “YES” she repeated. “Well, it’s not okay with me,” I said. Now Robin began to frown. I kissed the air towards her, and I held up a finger indicating patience. “What do you mean?” Stephanie queried. “You know that I’ve wanted Robin for years, right?” I asked her. “Yeah….” she said. “And I guess Robin has wanted me for a while, too, right?” I asked. “Yeah,” Stephanie said. Robin said, “Since that first summer when we worked together on Paul’s campaign. I could never approach you because I didn’t want to hurt Stephanie.” “Okay, so if we do this, I’m afraid it will be incredibly awkward between us all. I think we need some sort of ongoing commitment before we take this any further.” “What do you mean?” Stephanie asked. Robin’s eyes widened and a smile grew on her face. “I mean that I can’t go through with this unless this becomes a regular thing.” I told Stephanie. “I don’t know…” Stephanie began. Robin moved towards me, her eyes bright, her smile lecherous. She whispered, “When she approached me with this, Stephanie told me that she got incredibly horny thinking about the two of us together. Let’s give her a taste of what this could be like.” Robin began slowly unbuttoning my shirt, kissing and licking my chest and stomach on the way down as she exposed more and more of me. I ran my free hand through her hair and down her back as I listened for Stephanie’s reply. Robin pulled my shirt free of my pants, and kneeled as she reached my waist. As she began undoing my belt, I heard Stephanie gasp “Oh, my” and her breathing quickened. “What do you say?” I asked, as Robin unbuttoned my pants, caught my zipper in her teeth and pulled it down to unzip me. (God, I wanted her.) “Oh, my god,” Stephanie whispered. “Well?” I asked, as Robin’s mouth began pulling on the waistband of my boxers. Robin was good — she wasn’t going to give Stephanie much until we got what we wanted. But I wasn’t sure I’d be able to last that long — I wanted to drop the phone and take her right then. “Okay,” Stephanie gasped. “Okay, what?” I asked, as Robin pulled down my pants and her tongue licked my skin inside the flap of my boxers. I took a sharp intake of breath once, then twice more as she licked and nibbled. “Okay, let’s do this twice a month,” Stephanie wheezed. “Nope — once a week,” I insisted. Robin’s hands slowly moved up the legs of my loose-fitting boxers. I felt her fingernails lightly brush my thighs as she nodded her agreement. I was about ready to explode. “Three times a month,” Stephanie bargained. “Three times a month?” I asked Robin. She ripped down my underwear and huskily said “Yes!” as she took me into her mouth. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Stephanie whispered. “It’s a deal. Enjoy.” I gently put the phone down, as I closed my eyes and felt Robin’s tongue licking and sucking me. I left the connection open so Stephanie could hear every breath, moan and cry of ecstasy over the next hour and a half of pure pleasure. I was going to have to sign up for more cell phone service.