Karma - closed to ThePhoenixMan

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan nearly choked on his drink, never expecting Maria to take him up on his idea of flashing the waiter! Not only had she done it, but she had given Jordan a quick peek at something he'd only ever fantasized about before! Right there, even if it was only for the briefest of moments, her breasts were free of the confines of her tight, leather top. Picture perfect puckered nipples poked out from the purple top, cenetered on the round melons.

The treat was over way too soon, but it left a burning impression on Jordan as he giggled along with Maria, never really addressing what she did. However, as the dinner chat continued on, all Jordan could think about was how Maria had followed his suggestion. She had even gone on to say that she agreed that Jordan should decide what tat she got, and where it went! Jordan couldn't decipher if this was the alcohol's work, or if he was in the midst of unleashing a wild, uncontrollable beast, hell-bent on pissing off her husband? Was this the same Maria that he had known back in college? Jordan was beginning to really regret, not having taken a chance with Maria back then. His views on relationships might be quite different than they were nowadays.

He pushed all his personal opinions aside, and hid how aroused he was by her little actions and her new general carefree attitude. They continued with their meal, laughing at the way the waiter now avoided looking at her, painstakingly so, knowing he'd been caught staring. They hadn't, but it seemed as if they hurried through dinner, eager to ensure they had enough time. Jordan cracked a joke about leaving the waiter a nice tip as he gathered up the check, winking coyly at Maria.

The nice thing about college towns, was that most everything was within walking distance; one of the better tattoo parlors, was no exception. Needless to say, Maria had turned quite a few heads as the two walked down the street hand in hand, Jordan still in his business attire, minus the jacket, and Maria decked out for a night on the town. He was sure she'd chicken out as they came upon the neon lit signs, advertising the notorious company name, the spot chosen by many a college student for their permanent artwork.

Jordan paused, and just looked at Maria, her eyes beaming and sparkling, he silently asking if she was sure she wanted to go through with this. It was Maria that dragged Jordan into the shop without hesitation. The parlor was empty except for the artist. His business on the weekends usually came in much later, after the effects of too much alcohol provided the courage for many.

The man behind the counter, greeted them with a smile, his teeth unkempt and stained from too much tobacco. His hair was strangly, black, and pulled back into a loose ponytail, several rubberbands wound around it. His goatee was rough around the edges, with a rubberband clinging those hairs together also. His torn tee shirt revealed an otherwise muscular physique, and a torso apparently entirely covered with artistic, colorful pieces of pristine artwork. On the walls, the counters, and everywhere the eye could see, were designs on paper, of various pieces he'd already created on flesh!

Jordan let Maria look over all the different art pieces, but he already knew exactly what he had in mind for Maria tonight. It was nothing extravagant, nothing over the top, just merely a blooming rose. It was something that he felt was appropriate for Maria. It was as if she was blossoming from the shell she had been hiding in, opening up into the true flower she'd always been! The question now remained for Jordan where to put it!

The answer was simple for him. He had known ever since he had demanded to pick out the tattoo and the location. After scanning through a variety of rose images, Jordan, having explained to Maria what he was picking, finally settled on a winding, thorny rose, as opposed to a single straight stem rose. Maria then asked where he thought it would best go, and he looked her over, and then with his left hand smacked playfully at her right ass cheek.

His hand lingered there, grabbing her buttocks, smiling wickedly; "That way, next time the jerk annoys you, you can tell him to kiss your rosy red ass!" Jordan hissed with laughter. Of course there were other places the tattoo could go, but with the outfit Maria was wearing, and the fact they were going out in a crowd, he didn't want the bandage over the fresh inking to detract from her beauty. If all went well, maybe there'd be other opportunities for inkings in some other unique places later on!

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria noticed that she was leaning into Jordan as the y walked down the street hand and hand. Feeling a little self-conscious, she straightened her frame and but just the faintest of distance between them.

She felt 10 years youngeer tonight. She felt like she did in college, young, wild and free. She didn't have a care in the world at the moment and she loved it. This was the way her life should have been. Being able to enjoy herd self and not having to worry about what everyone would think of her.

When they got to the tattoo shop, she practically had to drag Jordan into it. She was in awe over all the designs she saw, her mind felt like it was on over load. Jordan let her look around a bit and she had seen some designs she lied, but she knew it was ultimatley Jordan's choice.


He showed her the design he had chosen and why, and she couldn't have agreed more. There was only a moments hesitation as he mentioned the asshole she was married to, but it was quickly replaced by the feeling of Jordan's hand smacking her ass.

She had enjoyed the feeling and was almost unable to form a sentence as she felt the warmth of his hand against her.

She watched as Jordan handed the artist the design he wanted and told him where he wanted it placed. The artist escorted them to a private area and told Maria to tak off her skirt and underwear in the changing room and to come out and lay face down on the table.

She found a skirt looking thing laying in the room, the kind you would find at a doctors office and put that on. She didn't remove her underwear since she was wearing a t-back, she didn't feel it was necessary.

As she lay on the table, she noticed Jordan standing to her left, at her shoulder, so that if she turned her head, she could see him. She wondered if he was going to watch the whole process, or if he was going to leave.

At the first swipe of the alchohol swipe on her exposed ass cheek, Maria jumped just a little. At least the artist was telling him everything that he was doing and when. She felt the stencil paper placed on her ass and heard him ask Jordan if that was where he wanted it. She heard Jordan confirm it and knew that in a moment, she was going to be permenatly marked.

"Son of a Bitch" she screamed at the first needle prick. "That frickin hurts" she said, looking at Jordan. He asked her if she wanted to stop and she said no. But she reached out her hand for his and grabbed hold tight as she was inked up. Jordan had come to stand closer to her and offer her a little comfort.

An hour later, her ass covered with vasaline and a bandage under her skirt, she and Jordan headed back to the bar.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan still could not believe that Maria was going through with all of this! And as Maria prepped to get her ass marked, he figured if she didn't mind flashing him her lovely tits, then she definitely wouldn't mind him getting an eyeful of her rounded, lily white ass, as she got it inked up. Hell, if she was going to let the artist see it, then why shouldn't he?

He had to let out the laugh, as Maria shrieked at the pain from the jabbing needles.

"Just be glad I picked your ass, and not some place more sensitive," he chuckled. Jordan held Maria's hand as she held it out for him, as if it would help any. It was hard for Jordan to ignore the occasional spasms as she tightened her grip on his hand, her ass, flexing in similar manner. The electrical charges had been coursing through his veins.

The time passed quickly, and Jordan was treated to a fine view of the finished product. He had only wished he could have applied the generous lathering of vaseline to the freshly inked area. He surely would have enjoyed that!

Nevertheless, it was Jordan now dragging Mariaback through the dusky streets, the sun having gone down a long time ago. There was more clatter on the streets as the nightlife of the weekend had begun. The sidewalks were bustling also, as the coeds bounced around each one withtheir own agenda. Walking backinto the Hubbub, Jordan found Paul, who seemed to be growing a bit impatient.

He halfheartedly chided his boss, saying he wasn't sure how much longer he could have sat there. The band was only a few minutes from breaking into their opening set, tweaking their guitars a few strands at a time, the drummer pounding a stick into each head, ensuring they were tight and firm. The keyboard player was fumbling with some sheets of paper, most likely a playlist for the evening.

Paul rose from the booth, making room for Jordan and Maria. When Paul finally shifted his attention to Maria, his eyes nearly jumped out of his head! He was stuttering and fumbling all over himself, his eyes undressing her quite blatantly as he excused himself to make room for her to sit. Jordan had already taken his seat, and waived to the waitress, signaling to resume their round of drinks, and to get another beer for Paul.

There was no doubt in Jordan's mind that Maria noticed Paul's overly generous manners, nor that she missed his eyes drinking in the new, daring outfit.

The band had just started into their first song as Maria finally managed to wedge herself by Paul and into her seat at the booth! Maria immediately jumped up with a startled screech, her hand rubbing her backside. Paul looked questioningly, wondering what was the matter. Jordan, however, burst out in raucous laughter.

"Paul! I don't think Maria wants to sit down tonight! I think she wants to dance! Why don't you take her out on the dance floor? She used to be a pretty good dancer back in her day! I need a couple more drinks, before I get out there! Besides, I'm not much into this kind of music. Maybe if a slow one comes on later, I'll be out there!"

Jordan looked at Maria and nodded his head in the direction of the dance floor!

"Go ahead! Remember? This is your night to let loose and have fun!"

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria gave him a light hearted slap on his arm as his laughed at her situation. Granted she was a little sore, but she felt that if she was careful, she might be able to sit, at least for a minute.

But, at his suggestion that she dance with Paul, her eyes lite up. She hadn't danced since she was in college. At least not dancing that was choreographed such as a waltz or something formal.

She did wonder why Jordan was being so shy about dancing. Back in college, it had always been him that had dragged her out to the floor. SHe remembered how much fun they used to have dancing a Saturday night away with their friends. But, she didn't dwell on it long as Paul held out his hand for her and lead her to the floor.

The music had her moving like she hadn't in years. The music sinking into her and taking control. She vaugely her Paul asking her about how long she had been seeing Jordan and it took her a minute to tell him that they were just old friends.

Paul's flirtations seemed to increase just a biti at that piece of information and Maria was enjoying every minute of it. No man had showed her this much attention in a long time.

She felt Paul's hand on her hips as they began swaying to the music. She was lost in the feeling of the rythmn and in dancing. She was free for the first time in hyears, and not just because of the rum she had been consuming.

She was moving in time with Paul, when she felt him turn her in his arms and her ass was just inches from his crotch. Slowly, Paul began moving in time with her. If anyone was watching them, it would have looked as if they were having sex right there on the floor.

Maria had always loved music and the way it had made her feel. MAybe that is why she had minored in dance when she had been in school and had privately been teaching a dance class or too since her marriage. Of course, being a dancer wasn't sophisicated enough for her husband or the crowd they now ran why, so she never told anyone.

She glanced over to the table and wondered what Jordan would think if his wife had taught dance classes or if she had wanted to dance full time. But, the thought slowly faded as she watched him watching her. She wished she knew what he was thinking, but he had always been good at hiding his emotions.

The band broke into their next song and Maria was once more taken by the music. She noticed another of the men from their table coming towards her and Paul. He came to stand right infront of her and Paul and started dancing with her also.

Her arms went around his neck as Paul placed his hands back on her hips. She was in heaven. Her she was with to very nice looking guys, dirty dancing with them on the floor. One in front of her and one behind. She grimaced just a bit when Paul's hands slide down to her ass. Leaing back, she told him as best she could that she had just gotten a tat and that she was a little sore.

Paul seemed to turn a bit red, apologized and moved his hands back to her hips. The three of them danced together for a few more songs, each of the men taking turns as to who was in front of her, sometimes, they were at her sides. She was having the time of her life. Every once in awhile she would glance over to were JOrdan was to see if she could gage his reaction, but he remained his unreadable self.

The band slowed the music, playing a ballad for a change. She glanced over to their table and noticed that Jordan was gone. For a minute she thought she might be getting a break, and get to head to the table.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan watched with intent interest as Maria lost herself to the music. It didn't take Paul, or one of the other brothers from the fraternity to join the two and create a nice sandwich, pinning Maria between them. Marcus didn't know the other athletic youth, but recognized the insignia, the three greek letters emblazoned on his shirt. He was a member of the same fraternity Paul had betrothed himself to when in college. Paul, too, was a member of the fraternity. Jordan frequently extended job opportunities to his bretheren to help them through college. He got cheap help for the generous act, and kept a fresh flow of new ideas coming in for his ad agency.

So, to watch Maria, enjoying herself in the company of other men, didn't uset him. They were his fraternity brothers, who all shared a common understanding. Besides, Jordan was not dressed properly for such an outing, and mingling amongst the crowded dance floor, he'd stick out lke a sore thumb. He was taking great satisfaction knowing that Maria was merely enjoying herself, and having a wonderful time; something she hadn't done, probably since they were last together, in college. To Jordan, that was more important than any other secondary objectives he had at this point.

Therewas no denying, however, that Jordan was taking a perverse pleasure in 'showboating' Maria in front of the boys. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew, all he'd have to do, is snap his fingers, and Maria would be in his bed, within an instant. Unfortunately the years of friendships lost, failed relationships, and being surrounded by the changed personalities, his jaded outlook stood in the way of pushing things further with Maria. Maybe they were better off just being friends! He didn't want to jeopardize that, for he valued that more than anything else. Maria was his only link to the past, a past he had forgotten ... until now.

And as Maria ground herself to the music with the two boys, Jordan watched, only imagining what Mike would do, if he ever found Maria in this spot. The more he thought about Mike, and how Mike would feel, the more perverse, Jordan's excitement grew. It was then that the seeds were planted, at how Maria, with Jordan's help, would get back at her no good, lying, cheating, heart-breaking, soul-stealing, loser of a husband.

No longer was this about Maria, or how Jordan felt about Maria! This was all about Mike. While Jordan didn't dwell on the fact that Maria would just be a pawn in the grand scheme of things, all his actions became designed to have a single purpose, a single, clear focus: Bring about the demise of Mike!

Unable to find his waitress, Jordan ambled up to the bar and ordered six shots of tequila, along with six wedges of lime. By the time they were served up, the band was already in the middle of playing a slow song, and Jordan found Paul searching for him. Jordan waved Paul back onto the dance floor, signaling that it was fine for him to dance with Maria, to keep her occupied and happy.

Jordan carried the six shots to the table and carefully set them down, the limes set on a napkin on the tray. He watched as Paul danced with Maria, and then allowed the other guy to cut in when a second slow song was being played. Their hands were delicately on her ass, pulling her to them as she buried her head in either Paul's neck, or the other guy's chest.

Paul came back to the table, joining Jordan. A serious questioned look crossed his face as he took a seat. "Hey man. Are you cool with all this? I mean, she is your date, isn't she? I mean, Jake and I can dance with someone else ..." Paul's voice trailed off, trying to gauge his boss' reaction.

Jordan laughed it off, and reminded Paul that they were just friends; friends from back in college. He further added to Paul's confidence, saying that if she didn't like, or want the attention, she'd surely say so! Paul agreed, relieved that he wasn't treading on some sacred territory that belonged to his elder frat brother, who just happened to also be his boss! Jordan also made a point in telling Jordan to check out her third finger, left hand. She was a married woman, out looking for some fun! The stars seemed to come out of Paul's eyes when Jordan made that last comment. The smile broadened on his face at what he perceived an increased chance of getting lucky tonight!

When the group finished playing their second slow song, Jake escorted Maria back to their table. Jordan slid in making room for Maria, while Paul slid in so that Jake could have a seat also! Jordan offered up the shots, sliding one in front of each of his guests at the table. He lied, saying he'd already done two while they were dancing. Paul winked at the two brothers, telling them to hold off as Maria quickly grasped the salt shaker, dashed some salt on her wrist, licked it off with the broad side of her tongue, downed the shot with a twisted face, and quickly bit into the slice of lime.

When Maria slammed the shot down, she looked around the table with a curious glance, wondering why no one else had joined her. Jordan had wrapped his arm around Maria's shoulder and pulled her tighter towards him, making her lean into him as he spoke just loud enough for the four of them to hear.

"Maria! That's not how you're supposed to do shots nowadays!" Jordan pushed his head against hers, canting her head to the side, exposing her neck and shoulder to the group. Grabbing the salt shaker, he held it up and lapped his tongue against her salty flesh, at the base of her neck. He sprinkled the salt where his tongue had left a generous amount of saliva, and then grabbed a shotglass. Ever so carefully, he placed the shotglass between her compressed breasts, telling her not to move, otherwise, she'd spill the alcohol! "Okay! Jake, you're first! Shot's up! Paul, get ready, you're next! ..."

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria was a little embarassed about what she had done with the shot and getting very drunk. But, she was loving every minute of it.

She was all but sitting on Jordan's lap, giving Paul and Jake ample room to remove the shot from between her breasts. JOrdan had placed the lime wedge inbetween her lips as Jake licked the side of her necl, bent his head between her breasts and drank the shot. He then placed his lips against hers as he sucked the lime, giving her a taste of tequila also.

Jordan took the next shot and repeated the same steps, only this time, Paul was the one to take the shot, running his tongue along the top of her cleavage first before taking it and the lime from her.

She found her self leaning even more on Jordan as Paul and Jake showed her how she was to take the next two shots. They had placed salt on each of ther necks, and lime in there mouths. Yet, they poured the tequila down her throat, before letting her have the lime.

Maria wasn't sure how many shots she had consumed, but she knew she was having a hard time just sitting there. She needed to dance and grabbed both Paul and Jake and dragged them to the dance floor.

Things were starting to get a little crazy for them, Maria was gropping and grabbing at both of them. She was horny and drunk and felt damn good, better than she had in years.

At Paul's suggetion, and with JOrdan's argeement they decided to head to the Frat house to continue the party. As with most college frat houses, there was plenty of alchohol and lost of music. Mairia was in no way ready to slow down. She hadn't danced this much in years and the music was calling to her, seeping into her skin and mind. Paul grabbed her hand and headed straight to his room, ironically, the same room that Jordan had occupied when he had been in the frat himself.

She saw the three of them sitting around a table in Paul's room and her mind went crazy. SHe began dancing around each and every one of them, grinding against them, and slowly, ever so slowly, removing clothing, not that there was much.

But quickly, her skirt and top were both gone and sitting in the lap of one of the guys. She continued to dance in her thong, hose and heels. She removed the bandage that was covering her new tat and began waving it in front of all of them. Yet, her eyes kept going back to Jordan to gage his reaction.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan watched, quite amused by the way Maria reacted to the body shots of tequila. He rather enjoyed the feel of Maria pressing back, leaning against him as the boys took their shots off her body, burying their faces in her cleavage. He could imagine their excitement as Maria encouraged them along, burying it deep, making them dig the shot glass out from between her breasts. She was giggling and laughing the entire time, enjoying it to the max.

Despite their raucous behavior, Jordan felt that twinge of excitement, he wasn't sure he wanted to feel! Maria, pressed so closely to him was quite exciting, and intoxicating, in its own nature. Jordan was struggling to keep himself distanced from falling too hard for Maria. There was no way he could get involved with her in a serious relationship. He'd been so against relationships, that Maria actually posed a threat to his lifestyle.

Needless to say, Jordan was relieved when Maria, after drowning back two more shots dragged the boys back to the dance floor. However, her actions were clearly getting out of control. Jordan wasn't sure if this was the best environment for his best friend to be in. So, acting on a combined suggestion between Paul and Jordan, the three men, escorted the drunken Maria back to the frat house, where Paul was living, in apparently the same room Jordan had occupied in his years there!

Jordan allowed Paul and Jake to each take an arm as they hugged her between them, walking the short distance from the club to the frat house. The boys carried her up the steps with relative ease, dumping her in the room as Jake retrieved some more alcohol, and Paul found some great music on the stereo, all per Jordan's instructions. Maria wanted to dance, so Jordan let her dance. As they drank, Jordan retold the story of how Maria flashed the waiter at the restaurant. That only incited the boys to goad Maria into flashing them her tits. It didn't take long to convince her to do so, and with the music, and her dancing, Maria evolved right into a strip tease, playing with her top, flashing, and covering up, until she had Paul untie the knot in the back, loosening up the bustier, which she merely slipped out of. Jordan hadn't expected that, but figured all was well. But then, she lost her skirt in the process, and Jordan was once again growing concerned.

Maria was quite brazen, dancing around in the room, giving each of them her version of a lap dance, Jordan included. In the sanctity of the room now, Jordan felt a little safer about Maria's well being. He could control the situation here, despite her apparent wanton behavior. If she wanted to act out and be a trashy slut, he'd let her.

He grabbed a couple shot glasses and poured the tequila again. This time, Maria didn't have the tight bustier to keep the shot glass in place, so Jordan instructed her to press her boobs together to hold the shotglass. Meanwhile, he dribbled the salt on her nipples for the boys to enjoy! If Maria wanted some attention, he was going to ensure she got it!

Needless to say, Paul and Jake were thrilled to take another shot, each of them, taking ample time to fill their mouths with salt. Maria, on the other hand seemed to shudder as the hungry mouths fell on her tits, suckling them into hardened nubs. She looked towards Jordan, her eyes going glassy, obviously enjoying the attention Paul and Jake were giving her. The atmosphere in the room was definitely changing as Maria demanded fair play, and the boys eagerly stripped their shirts for Maria to lick salt from before downing her shots.

Jordan suggested the boys dance some more with Maria, and the two eagerly jumped up, pinning Maria between them as they ground into her, one grinding in between her legs,pressing his crotch to her pantied crotch, the other wedging himself between her asscheeks, careful not to rub against her tattoo, which she had proudly bared. Their hands naturally gravitated from her hips along her ribs and to her bared breasts, where they fondled her continually, spinning her back and forth between them. By the time, the next song began playing, Maria was pulling their heads down so that she could feel their hot mouths on her breasts.

Jordan's eyes and hers continued to lock in stares as the young studs took her to plateaus she'd obviously not reached in many years. If Jordan didn't put a stop to this real soon, there'd be some serious fucking going on real soon! And while he was sure, that Maria wanted it right now, he didn't want the alcohol being the reason for it.

Jordan popped up from his seat and announced the evening had come to an end. He dragged maria from between the two and handed her, her clothes, walking with the boys, out into the hallway. Jordan apologized to them for leading them on, but explained that he wasn't sure she was ready for that kind of action, quite yet! He reminded them that she was a dear friend, and that he didn't want to see her hurt. He did promise them however, that if the situation arose again, he would not pull the plug the next time!

The boys understood quite clearly, happy for the fun time they had, nonetheless! Jordan thanked them again, just before Maria popped through the door, a dejected, confused look upon her face. Jordan grabbed her hand and dragged her out into the fresh, night air, and to his car, where he proceeded to drive her home.

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria was throughly enjoying the attention she was getting from Paul and Jake. It had been so long since a man had paid attention to her and she was soaking up every minute of it.

Some where in her mind, she was chastising herself for stripping in front of them, but couldn't seem to stop herself from doing it. As the boys began to lick and fondle her now exposed breasts, she couldn't help but enjoy it. Yet, out of no where, Jordan put a stop to everything by handing her her clothes and escorting the boys from the room while she dressed.

Stepping out into the fresh air, Maria felt the cool breeze on her skin and closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy it. Her hand reached out to Jordan as she soon realized just how drunk she was. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this drunk. Oh, yea, she remembered, it had been right before she had gotten married, the night she had thrown herself at Jordan and he refused her, saying something about 'not wanting to ruin their friendship'.

She felt the smooth cool leather against her back as Jordan sat her in his car and began to drive her home. She didn't want to go home, she wanted to stay with him and she told him so, grabbing his hand and beginning to suckle on his fingers.

Gentley, Jordan pulled his hand from her and kept it on the wheel as he drove towards her house. He had convinced her to tell him where it was and was shocked when her realized how close she had moved to him.

As they pulled into her drive, Jordan awoke her from the light, drunk induced sleep she had fallen into. She looked up and realized, again, that Mike wasn't home. Jordan had opened the car door for him and she all but fell into his arms as she got out of the car.

She let him help her to the door and into her home. Of course, as per Mike's instructions, nothing was out of place in the show piece they called home. Everything had to be perfect for him and she was really starting to hate it.

Turning to Jordan, she asked him if he would help her upstairs since she didn't think she could make it on her own. Reluctantly, Jordan put his arm around her and helped her up the stairs and into her room. She went into her bathroom on wobbly legs and retrieved her nightgown from the hook and walked back into the bedroom to change, stripping her clothes off as she did.

As she placed the night gown over her head, she remmebered her new tat and very carefully layed down on the bed. She never even heard Jordan leave as she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Light was pouring into her room as morning arrived, making her head hurt just a bit more. Glancing at her nightstand, she saw a glass of water and two asprin sitting there and smiled. Even though there was no note, she knew Jordan had left them for her. Sitting up, she downed them and the glass of water as she made her way to the bathroom, to begin yet another boring day.

She turned on the shower and stepped in, thinking over the night she had with Jordan, Paul and Jake. She couldn't beleive she had beens so carefree last night, but had few regrets. Well, so she did have a few. How could she have carried on like that and in front of Jordan. She couldn't even begin to imagine what her had thought of her and her wanton behavior.

As the water cascaded over her body, she thought of him and how much she had wished it had been his hands and mouth on her. For years she had thought she had extinguished the torch she had carried for him and now, it seemed that is was a raging flame again.

Her hands went to her breasts and began to play with her nipples as she thought about what it might be like to have Jordan's hands on her. Slowly, she let on of her hands trail down her stomach to that one place that seemed to scream for attention. Running her hand up and down her now moist slit, making herself even wetter. She leaned against the shower wall as she slow inserted her own finger into herself, as she thought about it. With a finger inside herself, she used her thumb to rub against her now erect clit, bringing her self to orgasm.

Stepping out of the shower, she went to the closet and pulled out a workout outfit and got dressed. Standing at her mirror, she put on the little bit of makeup she always wore and put her hair up as always. She walked down stairs to find Mike asleep on the couch again.

She got him his cup of coffee and woke him, and none to gentley. Without a word, she went into the kitchen and made herself a cup as well. She heard him go up stairs and get into the shower himself. She couldn't wait for him to leave. All her anger from yesterday was returning and she was having a hard time controlling it. She heard him say something about another late day, as he walked out the door. She stood there, in the kitchen, as she thought about what a disaster her life had become, a single tear falling down her cheek.

How different would things be, if she had just, well, if she had just thrown herself at Jordan all those years ago.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan had enjoyed himself immensely, even watching Maria do the little striptease dance with the boys. It was satisfying to the extent he could deflect his feelings towards his best friend into a different direction, any direction, other than his way. Jordan was sure, he just couldn't allow himself to fall for Maria. He couldn't ruin the perfect friendship they once had. He couldn't ruin the friendship that had renewed since she walked back through his office door,earlier today.

Besides ... she was married! Even if it was to an asshole, cheating, no good husband. There was no way, Jordan was going to allow himself to be the sole reason for their marriage to collapse. But he had succeeded in doing what he wanted to do.

He wanted to show Maria how much life there was to live, and that she still was an attractive woman, and that her youthful charm and carefree attitude had not been lost, only suppressed! He hoped that this evening opened up some doors for Maria that had been closed.

He drove her home and struggled to not react when she suckled his fingers in a seductive manner. God, she'd been teasing him! He could easily fuck her, and her marriage would be over, and both their lives would be forever changed. He just couldn't let that happen. He really didn't even want to help her into the house, nevermind take her up the steps to put her into bed. To say he felt awkward was an understatement.

He was finally relieved when Maria fell, unconscious, into her bed. He knew she'd be hung over in the morning, so he rummaged through the cabinets and found some aspirin, along with a cup. He placed the cup of water and the pills next to her, sensing she'd need them upon waking.

However, as he was preparing to leave, Jordan had this odd feeling overtake him. Rummaging through Maria's cabinets, made him feel like a snoop. Having that in him now, Jordan continued snooping through the house while Maria lay sleeping. He found the computer they used and Jordan logged on.

He deduced that Maria used it sporadically for her legal purposes, but that it was primarily used by Mike. Apparently Mike didn't see the need for extensive security within his house. Jordan had no problem hacking into some porn sites that Mike had apparently been visiting, along with some chat rooms that he frequented. Acting quickly, Jordan downloaded some internal spyware and installed it on the computer, but set it up that the logs and pertinent information would be emailed to him in a background process that he was sure Mike would never notice. He then also set up a backdoor entry, that would allow him to log into this computer from outside the home. If Mike was up to no good, Jordan was going to get all the juicy details!

He left the house before Mike returned home. He headed home and then crashed into his own bed, falling asleep almost instantly. He had slept til noon the next day, luxuriating around his spacious loft in nothing, but his boxers. He had thought about calling Maria, to check on her, but felt it was not wise to do so. There'd be too much explaining to do if Mike was there, or worse yet, picked up the phone.

Surely Maria would call. He was almost sure of it. So Jordan sat around, not doing much of anything, except recalling the finer details of the previous night. After some thought, Jordan reflected that maria seemed quite receptable to his every suggestion. Every time Jordan made a suggestion, Maria went along with it. Getting drunk, the clothing and the shoes, the waiter, the tattoo, the shots, flashing the boys! Everything Jordan had suggested, Maria willingly followed his command. He wondered if that trait was a byproduct of the years with Mike? If so, that might not be very bad after all!

Jordan wasn't sitting around waiting for Maria to call, but he wasn't doing much of anything else, other than enjoying some peace and quiet with his solitude.

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria was torn between guilt and remorse for what she had done the night before. Then, she would think about the fact that Mike was probably not on the golf course as was his usual habit on Saturday, but out with whoever it was he was sleeping with. How had she allowed her life to come to this? She had always been such an outgoing person, and now, she felt like she was nothing but a piece of furniture to him, one with a very large bank account.

It had been her money that had supplied them with the lifestyle they had grown accustomed to, although he was doing quite well for himself now. For a fleeting second, the word divorce had popped into her head. Yet, she had no proof of his infidelity, just a hunch. That thought made her feel even more guilty for what she had done the night before. God, she had made a fool of herself. She had been so intoxicated and well, wanton.

She didn't feel guilty for the clothes or the tattoo. No, those were things she had wanted for a long time and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

She tried not to think about her wanton night as she went through her work out and the rest of her boring Saturday. A few times, she had thought about calling Jordan and then, as soon as his voice mail picked up, she hung up without leaving any kind of message.

Mike had called from the 'golf course' and said he wouldn't be in till very late and not to wait up for him. The 'clients' he was with had wanted some more changes to the proposal he was working on and it had to be done before Monday. Typical, she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a blouse after she had gotten home from the gym and showered. She threw her phone down on the bed and then herself. She was so frustrated, both sexually and emotionally. She hated the rut her life had become. For a second, she thought about heading to the club she and Jordan had been at the night before. Maybe she would get lucky and find Paul or his friend Jake there and could relieve some of her frustration.

She laid there for a moment, thinking, dreaming about what it might be like to just let herself be that spontaneous. Somehow, in her dream, though, it wasn't Paul and Jake who were with her, it was Jordan. It was Jordan who had his hands on her as they danced. His hands slowly sliding up her thighs and under the red dress she wore. His hands caressing her ass, drawng her closer to him. His mouth hungarily on hers, sending her into a frenzy.

She closed her eyes and began to rub her own body, imaging it was Jordan. Her hand undid her blouse and shorts as she began to caress and squeeze her breasts and nipples, causing them to become erect and hard.

Her legs spread open a little as her hand searched for the spot that needed so much attention. When she spread her legs, she didn't realize she had hit the redial button on her phone, since it had been lying so close to her. She felt it under her thigh and moved it to her side. Since Jordan was the last number she had dialed, that was who's number it had called.

Her fingers found what they were looking for, searching out her moist lips and her hardening clit. "Oh God, Jordan, I need you!" she said outloud as she inserted two of her fingers inside herself. "Oh, yes, that's what I need....I need you Jordan, oh how I need you," she moaned as she brought her self to an orgasm. She laid there for a moment, a sheen of sweat covering her body.

She rose from the bed and went to the shower to change and get ready for bed. Her phone had eneded the call opnce she had exhausted the time limit on Jordan's voice mail, so she never knew it had called him.

Sitting on her bed, phone in hand, she thought about calling him one more time. She dialed his number and this time, when voice mail came on she would leave just a simple message. "Jord, it's Maria, I just wanted to...well, I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of me last night...I..." and she hung up, not able to finish her last sentence. What was she going to do throw herself at him again?

Sunday morning and the rest of the day seemed to pass by like most of them did. She was busy working on the house or in the garden, while Mike stayed in his ofice, working. As was his habit, Mike decided to sleep in their bed with her that night. He was on his side, she on hers. There was no intimacy, no holding, no nothing. For the first time in awhile, Maria trried to initiate something, but as she laid her hand on his chest and began to kiss his neck, he grabbed her rhand and told her to stop, he was just too tired for anything.

Maria rolled over, her back to him and the tears started to silently fall.

Monday morning, Mike was gone before she even got up. She went down to the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee and headed to the shower. She stood in her bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror gazing at her tattoo. Gentely she ran her hand over it, remembering the wonderful Friday night she had had. She got into the shower, dressed and headed down to the little office she and Mike had set up to get what little work she had done.

It was well after noon, before she finally looked up from the computer screen. She went into the kitchen and decided to grab some lunch when she heard her cell phone ring.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan spent all day Saturday lounging around the house. He wondered about Maria, and if she was doing all right? He was curious how she handled her hangover, knowing that it was harder to recover as the years progressed. Jordan had never looked at his cell phone, but if he had, he would have seen that the battery had died, he forgetting to recharge it. So he never received any of the calls from Maria.

He watched a couple movies on Saturday night, sitting with a pint of peanut butter ice cream, which he finished off. He got to sleep early, with Maria on his mind. It wasn't a fitful sleep, but it was restless, his thoughts constantly returning to Maria. By the time Sunday morning came, Jordan was quite miserable.

He delved into preparations for the upcoming presentation he had delayed. He wanted to make sure he had everything in order for the lucrative, pending contract. It was only when he was reviewing the contract, that Jordan recalled Phyllis announcing her engagement to a lawyer on the coast.

Phyllis was his contract lawyer, a young, attractive, red haired, fair skinned beauty that Jordan enjoyed a few dalliances with on occasion, usually some business trips when away from the office, and all the office gossip. With her engagement, which Jordan obviously didn't approve of, came a two week notice for her vacancy, because she was joining her future husband on the coast. He vowed to try and talk her out of it. He needed her expertise in putting together the contracts, ensuring all his bases were covered.

He hadn't been thinking clearly, because it wasn't until well into the evening, when Jordan finally realized the hidden opportunity that had fallen into his lap. He had a renewed sense of purpose as he finished reviewing his presentation, tweaking it to his liking.

He slept through Sunday night, with great comfort, and plenty of rest, ready for the presentation. Monday morning came and Jordan went through his normal ritual of preparation for a day at the office. Coffee, a bagel with cream cheese, a microwaved breakfast sandwich on a croissant, and a glass of orange juice was followed by a brisk cool shower to get his blood racing, followed by a clean shave. That was followed by another cup of coffee, a quick review of his stock portfolio, brushing his teeth, a little mousse in his hair, a quick comb through putting it all in place, then finally donning the business suit for the day.

He grabbed his cell phone, along with his briefcase and headed out the door. As he was heading to his car, he noticed the phone was dead, and he shook his head, cursing himself for most likely missing phone calls over the weekend. After starting up the car, he plugged it into the charger and fired it up, driving down the road. By the time he was on the the main road, he noticed he had missed calls. He cursed again, when he realized not only missed the calls from Maria, he missed the voicemail messages she had left.

Driving on the road, he punched up the first message, seeing that it came on Saturday. He was sure Maria'd be pissed that he didn't call her back, but then again, he had two good reasons for not doing so. He hit the play button and listened to her message.

"Oh God, Jordan, I need you! ... Oh, yes, that's what I need ... I need you Jordan, oh how I need you ..."

He nearly veered off the road, shocked, constantly looking at the phone, making sure it was the same Maria he knew it to be. There was no mistaking that Maria was deepin the throes of an orgasm. The raspy, labored breathing, left no doubt that Maria was getting off, and that this was not just some prank call. She called out his name, time and time again, vulgar curses spewing from her pristine mouth as she screamed her release. What followed was several minutes of moaning and rustling about. Jordan strained to hear every detail picturing in his mind what must be going on. The creak of bedsprings was followed by silence, and then the phone finally went dead after nearly five minutes of recording.

Jordan looked at the phone again, reassuring himself that it was his friend, the same Maria he had taken out drinking on Friday night, that had called him. A wide grin spread across his face, a sense of self-assurance swelling his ego, along with something else. It was then he noticed, yet another call from Maria awaiting him.

"Jord, it's Maria, I just wanted to...well, I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of me last night...I..."

It was a very different call. It was a very different Maria, leaving the message now. This was more what Jordan had expected to hear from Maria. Obviously some confusion must be setting in, because the meek, submissive Maria could be detected in the voice, that couldn't even put together, nevermind, a full sentence before abruptly hanging the phone up. After hearing the second message, Jordan was convinced, Maria didn't know she left the message she did.

Jordan thought about Maria, the rest of the way into work, confirming every little detail he had surmised about Maria, even after having not seen her in nearly seven years. He knew there'd be a lot more work on his part to put together a comprehensive master plan, but what he had started was underway. He was salivating at the thought of it all.

Unfortunately for Jordan, arriving at work, he didn't have the time to dwell on Maria. He was rushed by Michelle, who greeted him as usual, helping him get everything together for his presentation. Phyllis joined him as they jumped into a waiting limousine and headed to Hueler & Sons. Jordan went over the details with Phyllis, as she detailed all the contractual points. They arrived and the presentation went exceptionally well, despite being postponed by Jordan.

They were pleased with the proposed ad campaign and gave the green light to proceed with production. Phyllis laid out the contractual terms, which were signed without much ado. Jordan suggested a celebratory gathering at a local drinking establishment. The clients graciously accepted and joined Phyllis and Jordan in the limo where the champagne flowed on their way to one of the finer places in town.

Phyllis gave Jordan a wry smile, knowing full well what he was planning. This was a customary practice for Jordan, one in which she felt very uncomfortable, now that she was engaged. She went along with it however; her time was coming to an end. She did like it, there was no denying that. Phyllis was flanked by the two men, Jordan sitting across from them. Jordan winked and excused himself from the table, saying he needed to make a call. As Jordan was standing up, Phyllis was rubbing her hands on each man's thighs in a playful manner.

Jordan stepped outside, and dialed Maria's number on his cell phone. He figured it'd be safe to call, assuming Mike would be at work. He wondered what she was doing before she answered the phone? He was happy when she finally picked up.

"Maria! Hey! I don't have much time to talk! I just wanted to say that I'm glad you had a good time Friday night. But listen ... I need you to come to my office tomorrow, let's say ... five? I've got a business proposition for you. I gotta go ... glad you're doing okay ... Hey? ... Why don't you wear that pretty little red thing you picked up? ... Gotta go ... See ya tomorrow!"

Jordan didn't give Maria time to say much of anything, rushing through the phone call. He didn't want to give Maria a chance to object to anything he said, hanging up quite abruptly, leaving Maria hanging on the phone. Jordan went back inside to find the two men with beads of sweat forming on their brows, and Phyllis with a devilish smile on her face, both her hands hiding beneath the table.

"Well ... Should I suggest we go back to the limo? ..."

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria looked down at her cell phone and noticed it was Jordan calling her. She was a little nervous about answering the call, not sure how he felt about her behavior Friday night.

She had waited all weekend for him to call and was begining to think he wouldn't. She was almost scared to answer the call, but to afraid not to.

"Hi Jordan, how are.........." she never got to finish her greeting as Jordan started talking as soon as she picked up the call.

"Maria! Hey! I don't have much time to talk! I just wanted to say that I'm glad you had a good time Friday night. But listen ... I need you to come to my office tomorrow, let's say ... five? I've got a business proposition for you. I gotta go ... glad you're doing okay ... Hey? ... Why don't you wear that pretty little red thing you picked up? ... Gotta go ... See ya tomorrow!"

She was stunned. No sooner did she pick up the phone, he was gone. She stared at it for a moment and then laughed.

"Typical Jordan," she thought, "always short and sweet with his calls." Jordan had always been that way. He said what needed to be said and then hung up. He was never one to drag conversations out on the phone. He had always preferred to say what he needed to in person.

Maria thought about their conversation the rest of the day as she went about her 'usual' routine. What kind of business proposition could he possibly have for her. She didn't know anything about his life now and couldn't see what she had to offer him. And what was with him wanting her to wear that red dress? It wasn't really business attire. Yet, then again, he did say five o'clock, so maybe he was thinking dinner too.

Falling asleep, by herself, again, she dreamed of meeting Jordan. She dreamed of being in his arms, of kissing him, and of having mind blowing sex with him. After seven long years, he was consuming her thoughts again, and it felt right. At least in her dreams, she could find pleasure.

She awoke the next morning to find that Mike had fallen asleep on the couch again. She made coffee, took him a cup and woke him so he could begin his day.

"Can you pack me a small case Maria. I have to go out of town for a few days. I will be gone till at least Friday." Mike informed her on his way to the shower. Like the good little wife that she was, she began packing the bag for him.

He dressed and headed out the door. "Call you later." He shouted to her as he got in the car and drove off.

Some how, she made it through the day, and at 3:30, began getting ready for her appointment with Jordan. If he was offering her a job, maybe it would be a good thing to get her out of the house. She had spent to long coped up. She just hoped that Mike would understand if she went back to the corporate world. The one thing she wouldn't tell him was that she might be working for Jordan. Talk about a major fight.

For some reason those two men absolutley hated each other. It had been that way for eight long years. Mike had disliked all her friends and after their wedding, she had let go of all of them in order to make Mike happy. Just like her career.

She had been one of the top graduates in her class and now, instead of handling corporate law cases and contracts, she had reduced herself to helping Mike's 'friends' and family with silly little family law type things and she hated it. It was time for a change.

Maria slipped the little red dress on over the red lace bra and lacy t-back she had put on. She slide the thigh hi hose onto her legs and slipped her feet into the red pumps she had bought to go with the dress.

She decided to leave her hair down for a change, allowing it to fall between her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. She carefully applied the small amount of makeup she usually wore and stood looking at herself in the mirror. She could almost see the old Maria looking back at her.

She drove to Jordan's office and arrived right at five. She went up to his floor and announced to the receptionist that she was there to see Jordan. She walked over to a chair and waited to be told to go back.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Tuesday had arrived without much ado, however, Jordan was looking forward to the end of the day, when Maria, would hopefully show up, in that hot little red dress, she had picked up last Friday. He had thought about how curt his last conversation with Maria was, and dismissed it, knowing full well that Maria knew he was a busy man. He thought about the offer he'd make to her, and was fairly certain, that she'd be unable to refuse. He also recalled the message she had left him on his voicemail, something he had saved. He needed to probe deeper on that subject with some careful probing.

The day seemed to crawl by for Jordan, his eyes constantly reverting back to the clock on his wall, the clock on his computer, the time on his Rolex. There were so many interruptions, namely from Michelle, who seemed overly attentive today. It wasn't that Jordan minded, she looked quite attractive in that tight fitting skirt that hugged her curves. Jordan knew she wasn't wearing anything under that skirt, and just that little bit of knowledge made his cock swell, providing enough distraction for the day.

He had informed Phyllis that he had a prospective candidate for her position, and asked for her to remain behind. He valued Phyllis' input, especially since this particular hiring decision would be significantly biased. He sat back and recollected when he had first hired his legal contract coordinator. A smile came to his face as he recalled how eager she was to create a favorable impression, and how he had used that to transform her lifestyle, and her beliefs to not only his benefits, but to the company's as well.

Phyllis had agreed to stay late, somehow knowing that the 'after-work' interview, very much out of the ordinary custom, would lead to something else; especially since Jordan had told her to not make dinner plans. Jordan had Michelle call ahead for reservations to a French restaurant, and reserve a table for four, for seven o'clock. From that point forward, Michelle seemed a bit standoffish, realizing Jordan's after-work socializing was not going to include her.

It was about four thirty when Paul had entered his office, Paul giving Jordan an update on the computer modifications he had made. Paul was a whiz at the computer, and was overseeing the IT portion of the business' needs. He was standing over Jordan's shoulder, walking Jordan through the maze of technical security that had been created to avoid corporate espionage. He also showed Jordan about a little background program that he created, allowing Jordan to pull up any computer in the comapny's network, and see exactly what they were doing in real-time. He showed how Jordan could actually interject in the middle of something, letting his staff know, he was watching. "And I can assume, you made a backdoor for yourself, so that I can't spy on you, huh?" Jordan chuckled as he never looked back for Paul's reaction, while worming his way through the programs.

In the midst of Paul's demonstration, they were interrupted by a familiar, polite knock upon the door. Paul stood up straight as Jordan called Michelle in. Michelle was the only one allowed to interrupt him, and she had come to know the proper way to do so. She peeked her head inside, her long blonde hair, hanging down towards the floor as she canted her head inside the door.

"Excuse me Mr. Tate. I don't mean to interrupt, but that lady that was here last week, your friend Maria? She's here again, and she says she has a five o'clock appointment with you, but I don't have anything on my calendar! Should I tell her to come back another time, since you are busy?"

Jordan smiled, surprised and happy that the time had passed. He apologized to Michelle, forgetting to inform her of the appointment he had made. Meanwhile Paul's face had brightened considerably, hearing the news for the first time. Jordan had told no one of his intentions, only alluding to it with Phyllis.

Michelle sighed and retrieved Maria, escorting her into the room, Paul still standing behind Jordan, both of them eyeing Maria, as opposed to Michelle, as the two women came into the office. "Since you're working late, shall I remain behind until you are done?" There was an air of expectation in her voice as she looked toward Jordan with a hint of pleading, a glint of hope in possibly being part of the foursome he had planned on having dinner with.

"Thanks Michelle; but, no. You can call it a day! I'll see you tomorrow morning. Thanks again."

The room remained quiet until Michelle relented, and bowed her way out of the room, leaving Maria with the two men. Both men let their eyes wander up and down over the lithe frame packed so deliciously within the tight red package. Neither one of them hid or disguised their visual undressing, already knowing full well what she looked like beneath the revealing outfit. Jordan even leaned forward enough to check out the red heels that accented her outfit. Images of the old Maria were popping back into his head.

"Go ahead, Maria. Have a seat!" Jordan waved his hand towards the to empty chairs in front of his desk, giving Maria her choice of the two. Both, Jordan and Paul, were rewarded with an exceptional view as Maria eased herself, as best she could, into the low lying chair. The tops of her thigh high stockings were revealed to the men, along with a brief glimpse of pale flesh, just before Maria readjusted her dress, which only succeded in pulling the low cut top lower, causing some swell to slip over the snug dress. Again, she adjusted the top, finding a delicate balance in her current situation. A slight flush grew upon her face as she found a suitable, appropriate position, across from the two men, whom she had so wantonly behaved with a few days ago.

"Maria! So good to see you. Glad you could make it! You remember Paul, don't you?" He crooked his head toward his IT specialist with a knowing smile, already sensing a bit of Maria's uncomfort. "He takes care of all my computer needs here. He's an IT Specialist." He excused himself from Maria for a few moments while he finished up with Paul, going over a few more technical aspects. He then dismissed Paul, and insinuated in a subtle way that he should hang around. "All right. I have to discuss some things with Maria here. I'll check back with you when I'm done!"

Paul nodded in a knowing way, and let himself out of the office, leaving Jordan alone with Maria. Jordan sat there in silence, just smiling, not saying a word, aiting a customary period for Paul to leave. Once again, his eyes danced over Maria.

"Well. I must say that the outfit is quite tempting. You look magnificently radiating." He chit chatted for a few minutes, ensuring that all was well at home before getting down to business with a resolute sigh.

"Maria? You know I'm not one to beat around the bush. Something has come up, and given the situation, I immediately thought of you. Life is all about taking chances, and jumping on opportunities when they arise. I didn't get to where I am today without taking chances, and siezing opportunities. I currently have a contract lawyer working for me, who has decided to get engaged, and follow her fiance to the west coast. Against my better advice, she is leaving me with a gaping hole in my staff. I can't talk her out of it! So ... that's why I brought you here ... so *you* can talk her out of it!"

Jordan chuckled immediately after dropping the bombshell, but then quickly got back to his offer.

"No! Seriously, Maria! If you can't talk her out of it, which I don't think you can, I want you to take the position."

Before Maria had a chance to utter even a sound, he held up his hand, keeping her silenced as he continued on.

"Don't try and make excuses for not taking the job. I know you can't be happy doing what you've been doing. Plus, from what I've seen, you need to get out of the house! You went to school for corporate law. You aced the courses. It's your calling Maria; not that piddly diddly family law stuff you've been doing. I won't take no for an answer, unless you've got a very valid reason. Pay shouldn't be an issue, since I know you don't make anything near what I am offering. I'll even let you finish up any loose cases you're working on while you work for me. Not that it should matter any, but the bennies are good, as well as travel expenses, and so on. We can go over all the specific details later ... I want you to meet with Phyllis, who will give me her unbiased opinion ... After that, we can go out and celebrate, with a nice meal at LeFleur's! ... So, is it a yes?"

Jordan awaited her acceptance, his hand already picking up the phone, ready to summon Phyllis to come escort Maria away for a private interview in her own office ...

 

[CelticGodess]

As soon as Maria saw Paul with Jordan, all her actions from the previous Friday night came back into her mind. She couldn't help but notice how both men seemed to watch her so intently, making her a little nevrvous.

As she took the chair offered by Jordan, she became veery awar of just how short and how tight her dress was. After adjusting it to a more comfortable position, she waited patiently for Jordan to finish his conversation with Paul.

It had given her a little time to glance around Jordan's office and try to assess the man he was now. The office was laviously furnished with the finest things money could buy, but she couldn't help but notice there was nothing personal of his there. Everything seemed sterile and serene, which in a small way gave her a little more insight to Jordan himself.

Jordan had always been and probably always be a very private person. He kept his feelings and emotions to himself and very rarely let anyone in. And to Maria, he seemed even more reserved now, more closed off.

The offer he was making her was like a dream come true. To be able to practice corporate law again was a gift from heaven. She was tired of being the little wall flower she had become. Since she had married Mike, her life had become so boring and she was starting to resent it. There was also the fact that she felt that Mike was having an affair with someone and that was why he was never home. Could she really take Jordan's offer and keep peace in her own home?

She noticed Jordan hesitate to make the call to Phyllis, waiting for her answer.

"Go ahead, Jordan, I will talk to her and see what I can do as far as getting her to stay, but as for me taking the job, well, what would I say to Mike? You two have never been the best of friends. If, and I mean if, I take the job, I don't think it would be a good idea to tell him I am working for you."

Jordan rang Phyllis' office and she quickly came to Jordan's office to get Maria. The two women left Jordan at his desk and went down the hall to Phyllis' office to talk.

Maria was so impressed by the beauty of the office, she was speechless for a moment. Quickly regaining her composure, she sat on a sofa against the wall while Phyllis choose to sit in a small chair on the other side of a table between them.

Maria could tell that Phyllis was questioning her knowledge on know how of corporate law as they sat and talked for a bit. Phyllis explained that there was no way she wouldn't be leaving Jordan. Yet, she felt that Maria would be a great asset to him. She explained that there was some travel involved in the position, but it was always worth it.

After talking to each other for about a half hour, the two women made their way back to Jordan's office.

Phyllis placed her arm around Maria's waist as she guided her inside Jordan's office. "She is perfect Jordan. I am willing to bet she is better than me. I am surprised you have waitied this long to get her to work for you. But, I think I have her convinced to come aboard." Phyllis smiled at Jordan, "I think we need to go celebrate. What do you think, Mr. Tate?"

Looking at Jordan sitting there at his desk, Maria made her decision. She had missed Jordan and she had missed working. She was going to take the job and figure out what to tell Mike later.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan held back the chuckle forming in his throat when MAria said she'd try and talk Phyllis out of her decision. He knew that was impossible, since all the arrangements had already been set. He also smiled inwardly at her veiled attempts to insinuate, that she might not accept the offer he had laid out for her. It was true, Mike hated him, and he hated Mike! Mike would not be a happy camper when he found out that Maria was working at the ad agency. But that was an issue for a later day.

Jordan rang Phyllis in and introduced her to Maria, taking note on how Phyllis seemed to admire Maria's outfit, just as much as he and Paul did. There was a certain sparkle and knowing tell in Phyllis' eyes, that Jordan knew all too well! Jordan recalled the first time he needed to close a deal with a female executive, and despite all his charms, he didn't seem to be making any progress. It wasn't until he introduced Phyllis to the power hungry executive that he realized the full potential of his legal advisor. The two women had that same sparkle in their eyes that Phyllis was showing this very moment. He dismissed them, and wondered if Phyllis would keep the interview process formal?

Nevertheless, he closed out all his files, and tidied up his desk while the women were gone. He had summoned Paul back into his office, informing him that the four of them were going to the French restaurant for dinner. Paul nodded excitedly, even asking, "Will it be like last Friday night?"

Jordan calmed him down, yet left the opportunity open, telling him, "you never know with these women"!

Paul shuffled off to his office in excited anticipation, finishing things up, awaiting the call from Jordan.

Jordan sat in his office, looking at his watch, when finally, the two women reentered his room. They both had gleaming smiles, which hid the answer to Jordan's unasked question.

"She is perfect Jordan. I am willing to bet she is better than me. I am surprised you have waitied this long to get her to work for you. But, I think I have her convinced to come aboard ... I think we need to go celebrate. What do you think, Mr. Tate?"

Jordan clapped his hands together loudly and triumphantly! When Phyllis had mentioned celebrating, he sensed, that she had the same expectations for the evening as he and Paul had. Jordan bega to wonder about the possibilities, and how far he'd allow things to get this ime around, if they got to that point? Phyllis presence would surely keep him occupied, but he wasn't sure if he wanted Maria losing all control, once again! Only time would tell, and he was looking forward to it!

"YES! Celebrate, we shall! I've already made reservations at LeFleur's, and the limo is downstairs waiting for us! Let me call Paul. He'll be joining us!"

Jordan called Paul, and ordered him to meet them in the lobby. Jordan rose from his seat, already welcoming Maria aboard, and praising her for a wise decision. He gathered the women on each elbow and escorted them into the elevator, and down into the lobby where Paul was already waiting. Paul's smile was beaming as he held the door open, eyes glued to Maria's outfit as Jordan led the way to the waiting limo. The ladies piled in first, then Paul, and Jordan last. As they were, Paul ended up next to Maria, and Jordan next to Phyllis.

Jordan wasted no time, reaching for the crystal flutes, handing one to each person, giving Phyllis his glass. "We're here to celebrate two thigs tonight! First, we're celebrating Phyllis' wonderful job during her time here, and congratulating her, and wishing her well in her new life, and new ventures!" Holding the champagne, Jordan twisted the top of with a loud pop filling the lush interior. Paul chimed in with heartfelt cheer, as Jordan filled the glasses. He then took his glass from Phyllis and held it towards the middle, where they all touched their glasses together. "And, secondly, we're celebrating Maria's acceptance to fill Phyllis' vacancy! ... Cheers!"

Jordan didn't miss the look of shock and surprise on Paul's face as he realized the implications of having Maria parding around the office everyday presented. Paul was really getting to enjoy the unspoken benefits his frat brother, and boss, were offering to him. Nor did Jordan miss the look from Maria, which had been most likely, somewhat curious about his assumptiveness, given that she hadn't even been given the opportunity to formally accept the position. Jordan wouldn't let her turn it down!

The four drank their flutes empty, and Paul took the opportunity to drain the bottle, pouring into the empty glasses one more time. It was actually Paul, who had suggested Maria, relax and sit back, sensing her nervousness as she was the only one who sat upright. Looking around, she had probably noticed she was the odd one out, and sat back, relaxing into the soft leather as she did so.

Jordan was grateful. He was rewarded with an unplanned glimpse between her creamy thighs, the short dress riding high on her legs. Apparently, Phyllis had caught sight also, because she had leaned into Jordan's arm. crushing her soft breasts into him, whispering and cooing as she sipped from the crystal. "Mmmmm. Niiiice!"

There was not much more on the short trip to the restaurant, except that every bump, or lurch te limousine took, Paul scoote closer to Maria. By the time they were at the restaurant, their arms and legs were brushing against each other.

They were greeted immediately by the maitre d' and escorted to their private table in a secluded portion of the restaurant. The ladies were seated across from each other, and the men took the other seats, Jordan sitting to Phyllis' right, and Maria's left. A waiter came by immediately and filled their water glasses, at which time. Jordan ordered a caraffe of white wine. The waiter acknowledged and disappeared, at which point, Phyllis rubbed her hand beneath the table along Jordan's thigh before pushing herself away from the table.

Jordan watched her eyes as she looked towards Maria, lips curling upwards in a seductive smile, eyes twinkling from the candles scattered throughout the room. "I think we ladies need to freshen up and powder our noses!" She winked at Maria, as if to say, come along with me. to which Maria did. Jordan and Paul rose partially from their seats, as the ladies left them, Phyllis brushing her hand along Jordan's shoulders as she walked by.

From Jordan's seat, he could see Mariaenter the ladies room first, and then Phyllis, who stopped at the doorway, just long enough to catch Jordan's eye and wink ...

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria walked into the restroom and breathed a small sigh of relief. She didn't realize how tense and nervous she had been and was thankful that Phyllis had given them an excuse to leave for a moment.

Maria's very controlled and very proper life seemed like it was spinning out of control and she was enjoying it. She had been cooped up and in the dark for so long. Mike had completely changed her life. Looking in the mirror, she wasn't sure anymore if she liked this new person staring back at her.


"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you known Jordan? He seems to have a very special interest in you." Phyllis asked as she stepped up to the mirror to freshen up her makeup.

"Along time. We were best of friends in college." Maria replied as she watched Phyllis. There was something about this woman that attracted Maria too her. She almosted wish she had time to get to know her better.

They talked for a few more minutes before joining the men back at their table. Maria couldn't help but notice the way both of them rose as the approached and helped them with their chairs. She also seemed to notice how close Phyllis and Jordan were and wondered if at on time the hadn't been intimate with each other. The thought made her just a bit jealous and she began to drink more wine than normal.

Paul seemed to always be there to refill her glass, and was so easy to talk to. Eveery once in awhile, Maria noticed that heis fingers would just lightly touch her neck or arm. The sensation sent heat coursing through her.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

As the ladies went to the restroom, Jordan and Paul chatted openly about the women. Paul was none to shy to admit he was thrilled to see Maria again, and delighted at the prospect of having her around the office on a daily basis. He even went as far as to ask if Maria had said anything about their last encounter, or if Jordan thought tonight would end up similarly as Friday night had.

Jordan assured Paul, that if he played his cards right, Maria might be easily encouraged to relive that experience. He secretly wondered if Phyllis was promoting anything on her own while the two were away. When the two returned, the men greeted them and helped them into their seats. Phyllis wasted no time, getting cozy with Jordan, running her hand along his thigh, repeatedly inching herself closer and closer to him. Meanwhile, Jordan noted how Maria was consuming the wine, much quicker than the others, and how Paul was always there to refill her glass, ensuring it was never empty. He too, much like Phyllis, began noticeably 'touching' Maria as he inched closer to Maria, the four of them pairing off into apparent couples.

By the time the appetizers arrived, Maria had consumed most of the wine from the first bottle, and the foursome was well on their way with the second bottle. Jordan could see the flushed look on Maria's face, knowing full well the effect of the wine, but wondered how much of it was from Paul's attention, though she seemed to ignore it. The conversation at the table was commanded by the women who chatted amicably between themselves, laughing and giggling, and generally having a good time.

The food came ... more wine ... dinner was ordered ... more wine ... dinner was served ... more wine ... dessert ... more wine!

Needless to say, by the time they were finished, the foursome was quite giddy, and mostly drunk from the abundance of wine consumed. Jordan had made a suggestion about going to a local club to continue the celebration.

Paul eagerly agreed, recalling the provocative dancing that Maria had lost herself in. Phyllis also adored the idea, her desire to let loose growing more intense. Jordan never really asked Maria, nor the others for that matter, but even if Maria had objected, they'd still be going to the club! So it was agreed that they would go dancing, and Paul informed Phyllis about what a great dancer Maria was. Phyllis' eyes seemed to sparkle.

The foursome piled into the limo and headed the short distance to the nightclub, which was already in full swing. Being the middle of the week, it wasn't overly crowded, but it was still a popular spot which drew a full atmosphere every night.

Once in the nightclub, Paul was eagerly drawing Maria to the smoke filled dancefloor. However, Jordan grabbed Paul's arm, holding him back, directing Maria to go ahead with Phyllis. The two women drifted to the edge of the floor where they began losing themselves to the rhythmic beat of the bass, hips swaying back and forth as they danced with each other, slowly getting enveloped by the fog, and the crowd, until they were in the midst of the throng of dancers. Bright beams of multi-colored lights flashed in all directions, occasionally giving the men a quick glimpse of the women below.

Jordan educated Paul on the finer things in relationships, telling him that the women needed time to bond. He reassured Paul, that he would not miss out on any excitement, but that for the time being, he should let the women become better acquainted.

Jordan was sure that Phyllis understood his true intentions, and was confident that she'd do her best to become 'better acquainted' with Maria while they danced.

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria was losing her self in the music and the beat of the music. She was feeling more more free than she had in years. She was so happy to be out and "letting her hair down." Losing herself into the beat of the music, Maria reached up and literally let her hair fall free, cascading down her shoulders, falling in waves to the middle of her back. Feeling it's softness on the open back of the dress she was wearing.

Phyllis was watching in awe as Maria lost her self in the music. She couldn't help but notice that men seemed to be staring at the two of them dancing. Slowly, Phyllis came up behind Maria and placed her hands on her hips. They began grinding against each other and dirty dancing with themselves. A strange, but nice looking man joined in the dance with them. Maria had Phyllis at her back and this stranger at her front. Hands seemed to be everywhere on her body.

Maria looked up to where Jordan and Paul were sitting and noticed them watching her. She leaned back against Phyllis, letting her head rest on her shoulder as Phyllis ran her hands up her body in a very sensuous and seductive manner.

Jordan and Phyllis shared a look between themselves and slowly Phyllis leaned into Maria and suggested they leave the floor. Hand in hand, they walked to the back of the club and into what looked like a private room.

Maria took in the room quickly, noticing that it was set up for one purpose and one purpose only, sex. there was a shower in the corner and a small chasie lounge against one wall.

Maria was trying to catch her breath when Phyllis came up behind her and kissed her neck, nuzziling against her. Maria was lost in the momment. She felt Phyllis's hands sliding up and down her body, slowly raising her skirt up her thighs. Maria turned in her arms and began kissing this wonderful woman in front of her. Knowing that she was more relaxed because of the wine, Maria let herself go and just enjoy.

She felt herself being lead over to the chaise and was slowly lowered to it. Phyllis was there, kneeling between her legs. Phyllis ran her hands up Maria's legs, spreading them open. Maria leanded back, closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feelings coming over her.
Phyllis was in rapture over this wonderful woman in front of her. She hiked up Maria's skirt up and over her hips, exposing her thigh hi's and thong. Slowly, she ran her hands up and moved the thong away from Maria and began to lightly kiss Maria's now exposed sex. Liking her way up and down Maria's now wet slit, she slowly inserted a finger inside her, watching the rapture on Maria's face.

Phyllis heard the door open and knew that Jordan and Paul had now joined them. She glanced over and looked at both men, never stopping her worship of Maria's body.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan hugged Paul close to him as they watched the girls lose themselves to the music. "Sometimes you just gotta let things simmer." Sure enough, Jordan knew, that Maria would let the inhibitions flow from her body as she danced, just like she had last Friday. The music seemed to flow through her body, as well as Phyllis' as the two swooned and ground against each other.

Jordan had to once again, restrain Paul, and keep him from running out onto the floor as the two girls became the focus of attention of several men on the dance floor. "It's okay, nothing's going to happen here. Let those guys take care of the foreplay"

Paul had so much to learn from Jordan, watching as various men joined the dancing ladies, only to move on when they realized that the women weren't really interested in them, even though they ground their pelvis' against each other, surely feeling the bulges of arousal from the men.

Their eyes remained focused on the women as Phyllis pressed up against Maria's back and ran her hands sensually along her curves, ever so nonchalantly gliding them over her rounded breasts, contained so invitingly within the red dress. Maria was obviously enjoying the attention, dropping her head back onto Phyllis' shoulder, melting into Phyllis' swaying form.

When Phyllis grabbed Maria's hand and headed off the dance floor, Jordan knew immediately where they were heading. As VIP members of the club, Jordan and Phyllis were very familiar with the specialty rooms that were made available to select, well paying patrons. Phyllis greeted the bulky bodyguard with a toothy smile and a knowing wink, dragging Maria in tow. He stepped aside with extreme politeness and allowed the duo to proceed without confrontation, having seen her there on numerous occasions. Usually, however, Phyllis was escorting one of Jordan's prospects back to the VIP rooms.

Paul began to panic at the disappearance of the women, away from where they were. He was afraid he'd miss out on something, more than he was concerned for their welfare. Once again, Jordan slowed his hurried chase, giving the women some time. He again lectured Paul of the importance of letting the ladies get to know each other. He took his time, explaining the finer details of when two women get together.

"When two women get together, they want time alone. They need time to explore each other's body and to get all worked up. They get very irate at any interruption or intrusion and will shut the guys down if they feel hurried. The best way to approach it is to let them have their way, and let them drive each other crazy. Eventually they'll become so hot that they need some real meat to satisfy their internal desires. So take your time"

The two finished their drinks, and then Jordan ordered Paul to follow him. They circled the perimeter of the dancefloor, admiring all the other beautiful women grinding to the music, before stopping in front of the bodyguard. Jordan stuck out his hand and shook the guard's hand vigorously, asking how he was doing. Paul noted the discreet exchange of money as the guard shoved his hand into his pocket as he stepped aside, allowing the two men to proceed. "Room Five, Sir," the husky brute informed them as they made their way down the narrow hallway.

Jordan squeezed the handle and turned it slowly despite the occupied sign on the door. Stepping inside the room, he quickly eased the door back closed, eyes smiling back at Phyllis who glanced over her shoulder to greet the men. As if he hadn't learned a thing, Paul was ready to rush into the scene, but Jordan pulled him back once again, as Phyllis turned back to Maria who was sprawled out on the chaise, head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy.

The two men focused on Maria's nearly naked body, the hem of her dress hiked up around her waist, tiny red lace thong pulled to the side, and Phyllis' long fingers sliding in and out of Maria's glistening sex. As Phyllis worshipped Maria's body, she settled into a comfortable position on her knees, her head planted between Maria's thighs. Phyllis raised her ass high wriggling it back and forth as if inviting the men to join. Still, Jordan held back, waiting for the perfect timing.

Maria reached for her own breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples as Phyllis' mouth tended to her sex. Maria reached beneath the red fabric and freed her breasts from the dress and the lace bra, freeing them so her hands could tend to them more readily. Maria's hands then seemed to float towards Phyllis' head, entangling themselves in Phyllis' hair, directing Phyllis' head and mouth, exactly where Maria wanted it.

The heavy beat of the music outside, on the dancefloor, was piped into the room, although at a reduced level. The reverberations of the heavy bass still rumbled throughout. However, it was the music of moans that readily filled the room right now as both women climbed the stairs towards ecstasy.

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria was lost in the sheer pleasures she was experiencing. She had never been with a woman before, and this one was perfect. She knew exactly how to please her.

She never heard the door to their private world open or notice someone come in. All Maria could do was enjoy the feeling of this woman's mouth and hands on her. Maria leaned her head back, closed her eyes and let the orgasm soar through her.

She felt Phyllis slide up her body and nuzzle at her neck. Her tounge licking as her teeth nibbled at her neck. Slowly, she felt Phyllis's hands removing the rest of her clothing as well as her own. Both women now lay on the chaise together, totally naked.

"Will you trust me to make this the best night of your life Maria?" Phyllis asked against her neck, her breath warm at her ear.

Maria grabbed Phyllis, kissed her and told her "Yes, I trust you."

"Then close your eyes and lean your head over the edge. Don't open them. Just relax and enjoy."

Maria did as Phyllis asked. She felt Phyllis walk away from her for a moment and then she heard a zipper being opened and wondered what was going on. She felt Phyllis return to her spot between her thighs, as she felt anothe set of hands on her body.

"Just relax and enjoy MAria. And don't open your eyes." Phyllis said as her tounge and teeth began to nibble at her thighs.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan and Paul watched with amusement at the display of raw emotion between the two women. It was clear that Phyllis was a master at her trade, because Maria was writhing and moaning uncontrollably as Phyllis tended to her dripping sex. Maria was lost in the throes of orgasm, repeatedly bucking and thrashing as Phyllis' fingers plunged in and out, while at the same time, licking up all the frothy juices spilling from between Maria's legs. The two men watched as Maria tossed her head from side to side, calling out to the gods and Phyllis, her hair going in wild disarray about her face. Maria's hands now tangled with Phyllis' hair were pulling Phyllis tight to her crotch, not wanting her to stop the expert manipulations.

Jordan leaned over to Paul and whispered quietly, "See what I mean?"

Paul nodded, realizing that he had a lot to learn about women, and vowed to pay closer attention to his mentor on that matter. Things were so much different with the college girls. But now, seeing the two women, overly heated and excited, Paul knew exactly what Jordan was talking about. By the time Maria reached her climax, it was evident that the women were quite ready for some real cock!

Phyllis had turned toward the men, leavin Maria panting for much needed air. Her eyes locked onto Jordan, despite each hand reaching for a zipper. A warm smile crossed her face as she closed her fingers over each zipper and lowered them both at the same time, her hands reaching inside to fish out the bulging snakes. Jordan wasted no time, shedding his pants, and Paul immediately followed his boss' lead.

Phyllis instructed the naked Maria, slowly moving back into place between her legs, her beautiful round ass sticking up high in the air. It was only a split second before Phyllis returned her mouth and fingers to Maria's wet hole, causing Maria to squirm and writhe with renewed passion.

Jordan moved behind Phyllis, pointing Paul where he should go, towards Maria's head! Paul's eyes were as wide as they were the last time he saw Maria naked. Phyllis' nudity was an added bonus. But now, Paul was faced with the realization that what had been denied to him last weekend, was about to be rewarded!

Jordan was the first, however to fist his shaft, and run it along the wet slit between Phyllis' parted legs. He eased himself into the slick, familiar opening, watching as Paul moved into position. Phyllis moaned appreciatively, while watching Paul maneuver his way, straddling Maria's head.

Watching Paul, her mouth clamped over Maria's sex, Phyllis ran her hands up over Maria's abs until she could palm her ripe breasts, wriggling her fingers towards Paul, looking at him invitingly. Paul understood the silent invitation and joined his hands wth Phyllis', now gently kneading the soft, pliable flesh with his fingertips. Phyllis leaned up just long enough to moan again, "Mmmmmm Paullllllll!" She was impressed with the size of his cock, mere inches from Maria's mouth. It was closely comparable to the cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her pussy at that very instant!

Jordan noted how Maria's mouth opened up. Whether it was hearing Paul's name, moaning from his touch, or moaning from Phylls' expert manipulations, her mouth instinctively opened up, giving Paul the opportunity to drop his hips and place the fleshy crown of his cock within her shimmering lips.

While Jordan felt a slight twinge of jealousy towards Paul, he was grateful that he had some relief of his own. It was also erotically intoxicating to witness what Maria looked like while she was deep in the clutches of pure pleasure. Jordan's eyes continued to focus on Paul and Maria, even though his cock was enjoying the warm wet home it found. He felt like a voyeur. He felt like a swinger. He felt as if, even though he wasn't fucking Maria, he had connected with her.

Placing his hands onto Phyllis' hips, he began thrusting with regularity; nice long, deep thrusts, each one rocking her forward into Maria's pussy, then pulling her back away, so only her tongue could flick over the wet petals. Then back again, he'd push Phyllis, bringing a muffled groan from Maria's mouth.

Paul's cock was now dipping down and up, much like a dipstick, each time going deeper and deeper, Maria occasionally raising her head to take more and more of his length into her heated mouth.

While Jordan was able to keep his composure and remain silent, the other three became quite vocal with their moans and groans of satisfaction.

The heat in the room became quite stifling, the cries of ecstasy drowning out any remnants of music from outside, until finally Phyllis was the first to succumb! Her orgasm rippled through her body, causing it to shake and quiver uncontrollably. Her mouth was clamped tightly to Maria's sex, practically screaming her release into Maria's pussy. Phyllis' own pussy clamped tightly over Jordan's cock, squeezing his copious release from his pistoning shaft.

Maria's body rippled when Phyllis' quaking orgasm hit, bringing forth, yet another glorious humming release. Of course, Maria's lips tingled, setting off the final bit of the chain reaction, causing Paul to lose control as his cock exploded within Maria's mouth.

Everyone could see the remnants spilling from the corners of her mouth as she continued suckling on the shaft, milking it for every last drop.

Phyllis, meanwhile, disengaged herself from Maria, and turned around to clean Jordan off with her mouth, just as she had done so many times before. She was quick and efficient, doing it with practiced ease, before returning her attention back to Maria, per Jordan's instruction. Maria was still happily humming around Paul's cock, her head back, eyes closed, lost in her world of reverie. Phyllis eased her way up Maria's body as Jordan slowly got dressed, still watching, motioning for Paul to stay and be quiet!

By the time Jordan was fully dressed, Phyllis was lying atop of Maria, mashing their tits together, grinding their pussies against each other, trading licks and sucks of Paul's cock between themselves, while stopping to kiss each other every now and then.

Jordan eased his way back out of the room, leaving the threesome alone for a bit to enjoy themselves. He headed down the dark corridor and greeted the guard once again, slipping him another bill as he walked around the dance floor, and back to the bar. Jordan took up a seat, ordered a drink, and silently watched the action on the dance floor, as he imagined Maria in the room.

He wondered if he was doing the right thing? But all his actions were designed to ensure Maria's happiness ... and to destroy her loser of a husband! Jordan swallowed his drink, resolving that this wasn't about him ... it was all about Maria!

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria wa lost in her pleasure at having so much attention shown to her. She had never been with a woman before, and had just had the most incredible orgasm she ever had.

The cock in her mouth was bigger than she had ever experieced and she loved it. She loved how it filledher mouth completely, practically sliding down her throat. The feel of his hot cum in her throat was sheer bliss. She wanted this cock in side her, pumping hard in and out of her.

She had felt Phyllis slide up her body and could feel her lips on hers and the cock that was growing hard again at their kisses. Slowly Maria allowed the cock to leave her mouth and enter Phyllis's.

MAria began to kiss Phyllis's neck, her shoulders, sliding her hands along Phyllis's body.

"Let me fuck this cock while I taste you." Maria whispered to Phyllis. If she was going to do this, she wanted to do it right, she wanted to experience everything she could.


Phyllis grabbed Paul's hand and gentley moved him so that he was now standing between Maria's legs. She slowly rose up above Maria so that she was staddling her face and looking at Paul. As Maria's tounge began to work on Phyllis's wet, hot pussy, she guided Paul into Maria. As Paul entered her, Maria sucked in her breath, taking Phyllis's clit with it causing a small orgasm to rush through her.

Paul drove himself deep into Maria's tight body, lost in the feeling of her around him. Thank God he had such a great frat brother was all he could think.

Harder anmd harder he pumped into her. The harder he pumped, the faster and harder Phyllis rubbed and pinched Maria's clit, causing Maria to suck and lick Phyllis faster and harder.

Soon they were all climaxing together. As soon as Paul felt himself getting ready to cum, he pulled out of Maria, pulled Phyllis down to him so she could taste his seed. Maria let herself enjoy the juices coming from
Phylllis, loving the fact that she had made two people orgasm tonight.

Phyllis finished cleaning Paul up and then told him to leave with a way of her hand. She wanted to spend just a few minutes with Maria.

As they lay there for a few minutes, Phyllis began to tell Maria about this little perk in the job, and how it could be like this whenever she wished. Maria tried to ask Phyllis which of the men had been with them, but she just smiled.

The two of them dressed and headed back out to the club area. Maria began to wonder which of the two men had been there. A little self-conscience, she and Phyllis made there way back to the table.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan sat at the bar thinking about Maria, still fighting with himself, about her, and his feelings for her. The alcohol helped him deal with it. He was merely helping her. He was giving her a job, a job that would get her out of the house, and away from the slumbug environment she had been locked into. It would get her away from that slime of a husband. And it would allow her to realize her full potential, that she wasn't just a doormat for Mike to walk all over, and most importantly that she still had the sex appeal she had when she was in college.

Jordan lost count of how many drinks he had downed before Paul made his way towards him, a wide knowing smile plastered on his face. Paul raised his hand, waiting for a high five from his frat brother. However, Paul was greeted by Jordan raising his drink instead! "Listen Paul! We're not at the frat house! Grown men don't kiss and tell! If you still want a job tomorrow, you'll know when to keep your mouth shut!"

Jordan really wasn't in the mood to hear how wonderful it was to get sucked off by Maria, when it could have easily been him! He didn't have to invite Paul! Jordan could have easily come here with the two women, by himself. It's not like he and Phyllis hadn't worked their magic on an unsuspecting female before! Paul was along for the ride, for a specific reason! Besides, Jordan didn't want certain rumors floating around the frat house about Maria, even if they were true.

"Besides, women will always reward a man who keeps his mouth shut with more presents!"

It had been a little while, but eventually the women returned, Jordan reminding Paul what he had said. Phyllis led Maria by the hand, pullng her through the crowd as they made their way towards the two men at the bar. Phyllis' face showed that confident, proud, and all-knowing smile, her eyes sparkling. Maria, however, had her head cast low, eyes peeking upwards, face reddened to a rosy hue, trying hr best to disappear within the crowd. Both women, however, had that radiating glow, that magical aura that enveloped them, a sure sign of being sexually satiated.

No one said anything about what had just transpired, including Paul, who remained glued to Jordan's side, afraid he'd show Maria his appreciation for what had happened. Phyllis winked at Jordan, a silent signal that usually meant she had succeeded in sealing the contract. Jordan could only assume that Maria was now hooked into being part of his company!

Maria, however, once in the safe proximity of the foursome, kept looking back and forth between the two men, her eyes searching for some sign of which of the two men had been the one? By the looks Jordan saw, he could tell she truly didn't know, which, for some reason, made him feel good!

When the next round of drinks arrived, Jordan toasted. Once again, congratulating Maria for agreeing to join the company! He knew she hadn't really officially agreed, but he wouldn't let her say no, not now! Besides, he was sure, that if he seemed excited about the idea, Maria wouldn't have the heart to tell him no.

The foursome retired to the limo and took the proverbial long route home. Actually, it was back to the office, where their cars were. During the ride, each of them were paired with their usual partner, albeit a bit closer than earlier. The alcohol had been abandoned in an attempt to sober up, their passion however, remained unbridled. Jordan and Phyllis were locked together, and from what Jordan could surmise, so were Maria and Paul.

By the time they made it back to the office, it was quite late, but everyone seemed safe enough to make their way home. Phyllis was the first to leave, and with a little urging from Jordan, Paul left next, leaving just Jordan and Maria alone, in the parking lot.

"I hope you had a good time tonight. You'll see! This will be one job, that you'll look forward to coming to! Can you start tomorrow, or do you need some time to wrap things up?"

Jordan smiled, listening to her response.

"Do you want a ride?"

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria had told Jordan that shw would take his job and that she would start in the morning. She would have a few days before Mike came home and she had to explain what she was doing.

It felt good to her to know that she would become an active member of the law community again, and working for Jordan was just an added bonus. She wouldhave her best friend back in her life. Maybe she wouldn't tell Mike who she was working for, just to save arguements at home.

"Do you want a ride?"

Maria thought about it for all of two seconds.

"Yes, I still feel a little tipsy, and it would probably be better not to drive. But, how will I get to the office in the morning?" she asked, walking a little closer to him, leaving just mere inches between their bodies, her hand resting on his chest.

He looked down at her hand and then back to her eyes. "Don"t worry about that, I will make sure there is a car available to bring you in." He helped her to his car and into her seat, closing her safely inside.

The drive home was realatively quiet, both of them just comfortable being around each other. Some time during the drive, her hand found its way to his thigh as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. By the time Jordan had arrived at her house, she was almost asleep.

She felt fingers stroke her face. "Mmmmm, Jordan."

"Open your eyes Maria, we are at your home."

She opened them and found she was looking straight in his eyes. As always, the were unreadable. She had always had a hard time judging his moods. Before she lost the courage, she asked him the all important question,

"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan was quite happy to take Maria home. It allowed him to take advantage of that few extra moments he coud spend with Maria, despite the exremely late hour. He assuaged her morning transportation issue, assuring her he'd have a car for her, to bring her in! However, he was a little concerned when her hand drifted to his thigh during the car ride over.

She had invaded that guarded space at the parking lot, ordan so tempted to break his own established rule, thankful that Maria hadn't pressured him. He was afraid that he may have relented and leaned in to press his lips to hers. If he had done that, there'd be no turning back, he was sure! Now here she was with her hand on his thigh again, and he wondered if he would stop it if it wadered further up his thigh? He glanced over to see her eyes closed, and only assumed that she was sleeping, once again, thankful that her hand didn't advance any further.

Now they sat outside her home, he gently waking her up. She looked so at ease, in her dreamy state, and again, Jordan was tempted. Her invite for coffee was something he knew he'd best not address.

He wanted to go in, check on her computer for Mike's activities, see whatever else he could do, and possibly tuck Maria into her bed as she passed out again. Coffee, however, would not permit that to happen. He dismissed the ivitation with a polite and very reasonable explanation. "It's really late Maria! We both have to be to work early in the morning! I'd love a cup of coffee, but it'll keep me up all night! I have to be in at seven thirty, but I'll have a car here for you, say .... um .... nine?"

Ever the gentleman, he raced out of his car anyways and opened the door for Maria, watching her long legs as they slinked out of the car, breathing in her scent as she walked by, taking in the view of her ass in the tight red dress before she entered the house.

Jordan shook his head, wondering how long he could resist her, especially when she was teasing him as much as he was teasing her? The little game that the two had seemingly evolved into was becoming a battle of wits, it seemed. Yet Jordan reminded himself once again; it was all about Maria, and giving her husband the shit he so royally deserved.

If he was fucking Maria, he'd lose his focus, and all his great intentions would be lost! He couldn't let that happen ... at least not yet!

He rode home quickly, and jumped into bed, already looking forward for his alarm clock to ring!