Dave & Diane Ch. 3

Chapter 3: Working Girl

Diane Stone sat at her office desk trying to work, but concentration was not easy for her to come by these days. Her mind was awash in sexual thoughts and images. As a top executive in a major corporation, she made million dollar decisions and ruled the lives of thousands in the company. She should have been deciding how to deal with a projected inventory shortage, but all she could think about was going home and having sex tonight with Dave, her husband, and perhaps Steve, their mutual friend.

"Damn," she said, throwing down her pen on the desk, and noticing that her erect nipples were jutting out from her blouse. "What I really want to do is go home and fuck." Then she smiled at the thought of what awaited her at home tonight. "So many wild and lascivious thoughts," she laughed, forcing herself to pick up the pen and get back to work. And this was all because of her "present."

Three weeks had passed since Diane had received her 50th birthday and 25th anniversary present from her husband, Dave. That present, one astounding night of sex with twenty men and a dog, had changed her entire life. Now, she and Dave couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Despite 25 years of marriage, three kids now grown and gone, and two huge careers, she and Dave were hotter for each other than in the early years of their marriage. They were truly exploring their sexuality for the first time, without boundaries and without preconceptions. Plus, they were having a great time doing it.

Their rule, that sex with another person was okay only if the other partner was present, pleased them both, since it was the others presence that was the real turn-on. And Dave was great at always keeping her on that edge, allowing her to touch the control she so needed, but still maintaining and element of surprise. Three days after Diane's group sex night, Dave brought home a young eighteen-year-old boy who had lost his virginity to her at the party. Dave explained that the boy had emailed him and asked if Diane could help him learn how to make love. The boy told Diane that he hadn’t been able to think of anything except her since that Friday night. Indeed, Diane recalled, the boy needed a lot of help in the sex department. He was well blessed with a nice large penis, but had lasted only a few seconds after entering her.

Diane considered the boy's plea, as she eyed Dave sitting on the sofa. "Well, I've never seen myself as much of a teacher, but it really could be fun," she thought to herself. The idea creating super lover from a gangly, teenage boy began to tickle her fancy. She glanced over at Dave and broke into a seductive smile, saying, "Why not!" She began to slowly stroke her hard nipples, now obvious under her silk blouse. She was just wearing a blouse and jeans and certainly not dressed for this seduction scene. "What the hell! I'll just have to make do," she said to herself, as she began to unbutton her blouse. Taking on the challenge, Diane proceeded to slowly strip in front of the boy, teasing him unmercifully as she peeled away her clothes. Seeing that she had both his attention and the attention of his large cock, she dropped down in front of him and began to suck his tortured erection. He came into her mouth in less than 30 seconds, which was exactly what she wanted. Licking the remaining drops of the boy's semen from her lips, Diane softly purred, "Now we can get on with the lesson." With his penis momentarily deflated, she rolled on her back and spread her legs and pulled his face into her moist cunt. She spent the next forty minutes teaching the boy how to please a woman, orally. The boy picked up quickly on her tips and over the length of the lesson managed to give her three orgasms.

Seeing that his dick was hard again, Diane continued the lesson and instructed the boy on the art of fucking. On her back, she gave guiding comments to the boy while he entered her and practiced different rhythms and thrusts. Diane caressed his taut, muscular body as he pumped away and groped her large 38D breasts. The boy sucked so hard on one of her nipples, he seemed to be seeking milk. Diane thought, "Jeez, this boy is so young, four years younger than my son. But he's going to make a lot of young girls very happy." She almost laughed aloud at the thought of turning this well-hung, experienced boy loose on the teenage girls in the area. On that thought, she could feel the urgency in the boy's thrusts and he drove deeper and deeper into her cunt. He had lasted about twelve minutes, but was now shooting his cum deep inside her as she moaned in both approval and appreciation.

"Next time," Diane said to the boy while licking the remaining semen from his cock, "you'll learn about doggy style." "And if you're really good at it, we may jump right into a little anal sex," she said teasingly, noticing that her oral attention and seductive taunts were beginning to harden the boy's penis again as he pulled up his jeans.

And that's how the three weeks had passed following the party. Two more lessons for the boy followed and Diane was ultimately very pleased with her "creation." She had created a fucking machine with the sexual skills and expertise of a 45-year-old man in the body of a testosterone-filled, teenage boy.

But her time during the last three weeks had also been spent in other pleasures. Steve, the limousine driver from her party, joined both her and Dave for repeats of their great night of double penetration and anal sex. Steve had an unbelievable 18-inch cock, something she thought was reserved for the porno movies. In addition to its astounding length, Steve's cock was over three inches wide, which made equally problematic to take inside her. But she had promised both Dave and Steve that she would soon be able to take Steve's cock anally and vaginally without problems.

It had taken her days of work during that first week for Diane to stretch her rectum enough to take in his long and wide penis. She and Dave had worked every night to prepare for the weekend. By Saturday and Steve's arrival, Diane was excited in anticipation to see if her work had paid off. And after a quick session with Steve cumming in her cunt and Dave filling her ass, the two men switched positions. Diane sat at her desk at work and hotly recalled that moment just two weeks ago when she straddled her husband, kissed him deeply on the lips, and lifted her ass in the air awaiting Steve's entrance into her anal opening. Steadily, she could feel the mounting pressure as Steve's huge organ pressed against the lubricated rim of her asshole. Dave's previous penetration there had dilated her sphincter muscles, but nothing could have prepared her for the size of the penis now pushing its way past her rubbery rim and deep into her bowels. Her backside was on fire, as she struggled to relax and take to monster inside her. She didn't know how much of the huge penis was actually inside her, but it felt like his entire length was now slowly plowing into her anus. Just as she felt totally stuffed and unable to imagine anything else inside her, she felt Dave's body push up from beneath her and slide his cock into her dripping cunt.

Soon the two men moved smoothly in both of her openings. Diane was in ecstasy. She felt open and vulnerable, having to totally relax her body in order to accept both of them at once. Just a week before, countless men had double fucked her at her party. But now she felt as if she were going to split in half, as she was anally skewered by Steve's enormous cock and her husband pounded wildly beneath her.

Sitting at her desk and recalling the moment the three of them came together, caused waves of pulsating twitches in her damp crotch, as Diane remember that orgasm. She began to climax first and just as she reached the height of abandon, both men began to churn inside her with an animal frenzy. She remembered that her moans resounded around the house and she savagely slammed back against the two rigid cocks now spurting inside her. She wasn't sure if it was a second orgasm that quickly followed her first, or just one giant orgasm, but she came again as Steve and Dave poured their juices inside her.

That night was a brief two weeks ago, Diane recalled as she tried to refocus on work. Though none of her colleagues in the workplace would have noticed any major changes in her. But she knew she was a much different woman that the one who had skeptically gone along with her husband's present not so long ago. There were a few perceptible differences that her colleagues could have seen. Diane's hair, once a mousy, brown color, was now a warm, rich red. While the outward appearance of her business suits appeared the same, a closer examination would have revealed that the large, thick nipples on her 38D breasts were always hard and erect, jutting out from beneath her clothes. A close observer might have picked up the little bit of extra bounce to her breasts or the new sway to her hips when she walked into the office.

What no one at the office could have seen was the new jewelry Diane now sported. Last week, without even telling her husband, Dave, she had the hood over her clitoris pierced and a gold ring inserted. The ring had a gold ball on it, which dangled down and rested right on top of her clit. When she walked, the small ball would massage her clit, rubbing back and forth across the bud and keeping her constantly aroused. She had a second, larger ball for additional stimulation, which went on the ring when she desired.

Diane had to laugh when she remembered the scene in the gym some days ago. She had put the larger ball on her clit ring and went to the gym to exercise. She was working out on the stair climber machine and the constant rubbing of the large gold ball against her clit as she exercised was driving her wild. She kept climbing faster and faster until she had an orgasm right there in the middle of the workout room. The attractive, young man on the machine next to her came rushing to assist her. She was sure he was thinking that the old broad next to him was having a heart attack. She did, however, notice that the Good Samaritan helped himself to several handfuls of her large breasts as he moved her from the exercise machine and steadied her.

Other people in the office would come up to her and tell her how great she looked, thought they couldn't put their fingers on what was different. Some would say, "Have you lost weight? You look like you've lost 15 pounds!" Another asked if she had some plastic surgery done, because she was looking so young.

"If they only knew!" Diane remarked to herself, as she tried to concentrate on the current inventory crisis. Her assistant tapping on the door interrupted her thoughts. Mark, her technology guru needed to run a problem past her. Mark was one of her technology people and one of the best software programmers in the industry. Lately, however, Diane had noticed that Mark was making huge mistakes and that his latest project was way behind schedule. Mark, balding and in his mid 40's was what many people would call a "computer geek." Diane liked Mark and knew the company couldn't easily survive without him. She always went out of her way to give him and his team whatever they needed.

"I've got a problem and I need to talk to somebody," Mark said, slumping into the chair across from her desk. He looked as though he was going to break into tears.

"Uh oh," Diane thought to herself. "This sounds like trouble."

"It's Lisa," Mark groaned. "She's miserable and unhappy with everything I do. I can't live without her, but I know she wants to leave. I don't know what I'll do."

Diane had met Lisa, Mark's wife, briefly once or twice before at company parties. She always thought Mark and Lisa were an odd match, but they appeared quite happy. Whereas Mark was in his mid forties, Lisa was twenty years old and only eighteen when they were married two years ago. Diane recollection of Lisa was of a plain, pale young woman, but attractive in a homespun kind of way.

"Please, can you help?" Mark whined.

"Mark, I'm not a marriage counselor. Why not go to a professional and talk this out?" Diane asked.

"She won't go. Will you talk to her?" Mark whined, as he slouched lower into the chair. "Please?" "Oh, God, I hate getting mixed up in this," Diane thought to herself, and at the same time knowing she had to do something or lose a great technology person. "All right, all right, I'll talk to her."

Mark sprang out of the chair, thanking Diane over and over again, telling her what a wonderful person she was to work for. "Damn, he did everything except get on the floor and kiss my feet," Diane remarked to herself, as Mark left the office. Diane got on the phone and in seconds had arranged a lunch meeting with Lisa for the next day.

Diane arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early and went directly to the table to wait for Lisa. When she arrived, Lisa approached the table and even before Diane could greet her, Lisa was apologizing for her tardiness.

"Oh, please, Ms. Stone. I'm so sorry I'm late. Please don't be angry with Mark, because I'm late. Please," Lisa droned, her blonde hair and pale skin making her appear even weaker. She wore a flowery, shapeless dress that Diane thought looked like it was originally a sack of livestock feed.

"Not another whiner," Diane thought to herself as she sternly snapped "Lisa, sit down and shut up! You're not late, you're right on time."

Lisa eyes grew big as she instantly stopped her apologies and flew into the chair next to Diane responding to Diane's order. Diane stared at the young woman to several seconds, and then she knew immediately what was going wrong in this marriage. "Of course," Diane thought to herself as the idea hit her. "These two are complete submissives. Each one is waiting for the other one to take control!"

Lisa sat and quietly nodded as Diane spoke. "Lisa, Mark asked me to help you. You do want help, don't you?"

Lisa nodded obediently.

"You do love Mark and want to be married to him, don't you?" Diane asked and Lisa nodded furiously, "Yes, Ma'am, I do. I'll do anything you say to keep Mark. Our marriage just doesn't seem to be working."

"Lisa, call me Mistress from now on," Diane interrupted, testing the girl's weakness. "And after lunch, we're going shopping!"

"Yes, Mistress," Lisa replied and Diane saw that the young woman was now alive with energy and anticipation, a far cry from the lump who crawled up to the table minutes before.

Diane snapped out her cell phone and dialed. Her demeanor became very hard as she barked into the phone, "Mark, this is Diane Stone. Lisa will be in a marriage counseling session with me tonight!" She closed the phone, not waiting for a reply. "Let's see what Dave thinks of this surprise," Diane said to herself as she was now really beginning to enjoy her role as "Bitch Goddess."

It was six o'clock in the evening as Diane stood by the door, awaiting Dave's arrival home from work. She thought she looked pretty hot and guessed Dave would think so too. She glanced at herself in the living room mirror. What she saw was a vision in black leather. Her red hair was slick and pulled back tight on her head. Her long legs were encased in thigh high, black leather boots with 4-inch heels. A black leather corset hugged her body and held up a pair of black fishnet stockings. The corset had openings for her large breasts, allowing them to remain uncovered. Diane turned to the side as she admired the sight of her breasts jutting out. She gently pinched and rolled her erect nipples, hoping for just the right visual effect when Dave came through the front door. Diane had decided not to wear anything covering her shaved pussy. Instead, attached to the gold ring over her clitoris was a thin gold chain with a note clipped to it. Dave had directed her to her anniversary/birthday present by note, so it amused her to return the favor.

She and Lisa had spent the afternoon shopping for outfits for tonight and Diane was amazed to discover what a beautiful body the young, blonde woman really had. The loose, baggy clothes Lisa wore when Diane first met her and again today at the restaurant covered up a remarkable figure. At 5' 8" tall, Lisa was only slightly shorter than Diane. In the fitting rooms of the exotic boutiques they visited during the shopping spree, Diane was amazed when she saw the young woman naked. "Damn!" Diane said to herself. "If I had that body, I'd let everyone know about it." Diane stared at the girl's 34C breasts and stunning hips and ass and could feel herself becoming moist at the thought of tonight.

Diane was tempted to begin Lisa's lessons right there in the dressing rooms, but she remembered the agreement she made with Dave. No sex without the other person present - that was the deal. Although she was sure it had been designed for her having sex with men, Diane stuck fast to the deal. And she was also troubled about her personal rule of no fooling around with anyone related to work. But wasn't this for work, to save one of her critical employees? So, she decided this small breach was all for the good. Besides, watching the young woman slip into numerous outrageous and enticing outfits made Diane incredibly hot. Though she had never been with another woman, she and Dave had often talked about it over the last three weeks. So it was with amazing restraint that she kept her hands from slipping too deeply into Lisa's tight pussy as she bent and stretched to try on the outfits. And Lisa obediently tried on all of the enticing clothes Diane ordered her to, always responding with "Yes, Mistress."

Diane tested the snap of the riding crop she held in her hand, as she heard Dave's car pull into the garage. When the front door swung open, she could see his eyes widen with surprise.

"What the hell…" Dave started to say in amazement, but with the same silencing she had received at her party, Diane stepped toward him and seductively said, "Shhhhhhh." She covered his mouth with hers, and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth, just as he had done weeks before. Her hand moved to his crotch and could tell from the growing bulge in his trousers, that her appearance was having the desired effect. She pulled her mouth from his and looked down to her own crotch, indicating that his eyes should follow. As Dave looked down, Diane spread her legs, revealing the dangling chain and note attached to her clit ring. Dave reached down and captured the note swinging between her leather-clad legs.

The note said: "My Dearest Dave, Here is a belated anniversary present in return for the wonderful one you gave me. Hope you like it."

As Dave looked up, Diane once again kissed him deeply and softly whispered into his ear, "Follow my lead and play along with whatever I say."

With that, she smiled at him, turned and walked toward a nearby door, giving Dave a little extra swing with her ass as she let the room. When she returned, Diane emerged holding her riding crop in one had and a leash in the other. Trailing behind Diane on the other end of the leash was Lisa. The young woman had a large studded collar around her neck with the leash attached, as Diane paraded her into the room. Diane had worked the better part of the afternoon to get Lisa's appearance just right. And Diane thought she was perfect. Lisa's blonde hair had been teased up and sprayed. Her make-up was very heavy and her lips were darkly outlined, making her lips appear much larger than they actually were.

Diane marched her slave up to Dave and stopped her directly in front of him. She could tell from Dave's face that he was enjoying the sight before his eyes. Lisa was wearing a skin-tight, silver dress so short that her vagina flashed out as she moved. The dress made no effort to cover the garters holding up the black stocking she wore. She stood unsteadily perched atop 6-inch, black patent stiletto heels, averting her eyes to the floor.