Karma - closed to ThePhoenixMan

[ThePhoenixMan]

"God, Jordan! I'm so fucking horny! I could fuck you right here, right now!" Phyllis pinned Jordan in the darkened hallway between the restrooms, pressing him against the wall as she ground her hips against his, mashing her lips against his, encouraging a sensuous kiss from him in the semi-secluded spot.

Her bold advance didn't stop there as she started groping at his cock through his trousers, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth.

"Mmmm ... the stripper, and now you ... I can't wait any longer!"

The next thing Jordan knew, Phyllis' hand was inside his trousers, snaking its way to his cock, wrapping around it's shaft. She cooed around his tongue as she squeezed and stroked her hand along its length. She pressed her soft breasts into his chest and shifted her torso, clearly telling Jordan there were no bondaries to her wanton desires tonight! Within seconds, his hard cock was out of his trousers, and Phyllis was sinking to her knees right before him, enveloping his cock within her hot little mouth.

Despite the environment, Jordan was not about to deny Phyllis what she so desperately wanted. So as Phyllis proceeded to give him a most glorious blowjob in the public hallway, Jordan kept a watchful eye for any uninvited intruders. But Phyllis' voracity translated into necessity for the both of them, and soon, it mattered none if the two were stumbled upon by anybody. Jordan slumped back against the wall and placed his hand at the back of Phyllis' head, keeping her lips pinned to his base as he unleashed a multitude of rockets. Phyllis' combined sounds of pleasure and gulping were music to his ears as she swallowed every bit, not letting a single drop escape the corners of her mouth.

Phyllis licked her lips and rose to her feet, displaying a smile of a Cheshire cat. Keeping their bodies pressed together, she delicately tucked his tumescence back into his trousers and zipped him up!

"That ought to hold me over till you can give this lady the real going away she deserves!" Phyllis chuckled before turning into the ladies room, to freshen up. Jordan sighed a heavy sigh of relief and disappeared into the mens room where he did the same.

The two returned to the dinner table where they joined Michelle and Maria, who seemed to abruptly end their deep discussion when Jordan sat between them. Jordan could sense a slight tension between the two women, but disregarded it, concentrating instead, on satisfying Phyllis' desires!

"Well ladies ... the night is still young, and we have a full night ahead of us! It seems like Phyllis wants to go out in style. So I've got an idea!"

Jordan hesitated, obviously gaining the attention of all the women, hanging on his word. He had thought about the options for the evening, and the one that appealed most to him, was the frat house! Paul had deferred the private outing in lieu of a function going on at the frat house! The thought of Jordan walking into his frat house with three of the finest looking women imaginable, only made his ego larger. It also would serve to satisfy everyone on every level!

There'd be plenty of men willing to quench Phyllis' fire, the party atmosphere would fill Michelle's need, and of course Paul's presence would be enough to distract Maria! It wasn't that Jordan necessarily didn't want to be with Maria, but having Paul around would create enough diversion to ease the tension not only between he and Maria, but Michelle and Maria also!

"There's a party at the frat house tonight! You ladies are gonna be my guests! It ought to be a real wild night, we'll never forget!"

That being said, Jordan proceeded to wrap things up at the restaurant, paid the bill, and escorted the ladies out to the waiting limo. They piled in, leaving Maria's car there, and headed straight to the frat house. When they pulled up, the house was already in full party mode, young men and women spilling out onto the front porch, music blaring from inside, and plenty of alcohol flowing rather freely.

Jordan helped the ladies from the car and headed into the house as the four of them were swarmed upon by the inhabitants and swallowed by the crowd. It was difficult to remain together, and soon, all four were separated from each other, each one engaged in either conversation, dance, or drink with someone else from the party.

After nearly a half hour, Jason, with beer in hand, managed to find Michelle dancing wildly and provacatively with another frat brother. He handed Michelle a beer and joined her in dance, asking where the others were. Michelle, screaming above the music, said she hadn't seen either Maria or Phyllis since they got separated ...

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria followed every one to the limo and was swept up in the moment. She hadn't been to a frat party since she and Jordan had been in college. They had always been fun and entertaining and this one promised to be more of the same.

As they arrived, she was bombarded by people, and swept away from all of them. She was swarmed by those that knew her and those that had heard of her. Drinks were passed to her left and right.

As she stood by the bar, watching everyone, she felt familiar hands encircle her waist. She turned to find Paul standing there, nuzziling her neck, telling her how glad he was to see her.


She leaned against him and thanked him for the invite, but couldn't seem to take her eyes of Jordan, who was actually dancing. She remembered how great it was to be in his arms, and to allow him to lead her through so many movements.

It was a few minutes later that she realized that Paul and his frat brother were talking and both seemed a little upset.

Focusing on the problem, she leaned into him and said that she had the solution to his problem.


Grabbing his hand, she walked with him to his room in the house and asked for the costume. Paul looked at her and then smiled.


"You mean, you will do it? That would be awesome!" he said as he showed her the costume laying on the bed.

There was enough there that no one would know who it was.

"Go get things ready, I can go on in about 10 minutes." She purred as she looked at the outfit in front of her.


Exactly 10 minutes later, fully ecased in veils, Maria walked out of the bedroom and began to dance. It was a dance she hadn't done in years, but the steps and movements were like second nature to her.


A belly dancer had always been a fantasy for Jordan and tonight, he was getting what he wanted.


Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I announce that the greatest president this fraternity has ever known is prestent. Not only that, it is the anniversary of his presidency this evening. Those of us that have been in his presence welcome him back and offer this gift to him. Ladies and Gentleman, we offer 'Fatima and the dance of the 1000 veils' to Jordan."

Maria waited a few moments while the sat Jordan down in a chair, pulling Michelle away from him just a bit.


As the music staqted, the dance floor cleared and she began her dance. It was like an old shoe. She remembered everything she had been taught and every way to entice a man.


This was a part of her dancing the Jordan had never known about. It was something that she had learned after one of those long nights of talking they had done.

As the danced progressed, Maria was grateful for the veils that kept her hidden.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan was caught off guard amidst what seemed to be a little confusion. The party seemed to come to an abrupt conclusion as the music stopped, and the large room cleared as the partygoers pinned themselves to the wall three or four deep. As Jordan was brought forward and placed into a chair, his face reddened slightly.

Jordan had forgotten about the fraternity tradition of honoring any and all past presidents whenever they attended a frat function. He had been responsible for lavishing some great presentations for his predecessors, and could only imagine what lay in store for him. Despite all that, Jordan really didn't want to be the center of attention during this party.

This outing was primarily for Phyllis, and as he scanned the gather crowd, he spotted Phyllis squeezed tightly between two frat brothers who were no doubtedly copping free feels of her ass, as she was theirs!

After the current president made his announcement, and the shapely woman shrouded in veils made her way onto the dance floor, Michelle had wormed her way through the crowd and rejoined Jordan, standing behind him, placing her hand on his shoulder as the dancer began her routine.

The music started and the dancer began a familiar routine, which not only captivated Jordan's attention, but also the rest of the crowd. There were plenty of hoots and hollers as the veils began to fall away, one by one.

As each veil was stripped from the dancer's body, Jordan began to wonder how far this little presentation would go? Surely this dancer wouldn't strip completely naked in the middle of a frat house filled with people, not to mention all these horny men in their alcohol induced haze! Jordan also began to wonder if this dancer was also part of a further offering to past presidents?

In years past, it's always been a tradition to offer up a sacrificial pledge from their sister sorority, to treat the president to a more private performance, in which she availed herself to his any desire! Jordan could only imagine what he'd do with a young college co-ed.

His thoughts returned to the belly dancer as the thin veils continued to pile up at his feet, and around his neck. The dancer was quite adept in her routine, well practiced and smooth in her moves. And after some time, her toned midriff was exposed as her hips swayed and sawed in an inviting manner. Her robust sized torso was encased in a tight fitting bra, now easily visible beneath the single veil left there. Her face, however, was completely veiled except for her eyes. On the several brief moments Jordan was able to catch her eyes, he felt a twinge of familiarity, but his eyes were more drawn to her torso and hips!

At one point, he pulled Michelle down so that she was leaning into his shoulder. He whispered into her ear, asking her conspiratorily what she thought of the belly dancer, and whether she'd like to take the belly dancer to bed? Michelle smiled and licked her lips, reassuring Jordan that she wouldn't mind one bit! Jordan patted her hand as she stood upright once again, watching the performance more closely.

The veils came off now that only one thin veil remained on her hips. The crowd of partygoers were nearly drowning out the music as she shook her tits around and around. However, as the dancer shook and jiggled her ass, Jordan spotted a little something beneath the transparent veil. There, painted on the dancer's ass was an unmistakable tattoo! It was the same tattoo that Jordan had picked out for Maria, and in the exact place he had determined!

Jordan quickly scanned the room, looking for Maria, anywhere in the crowd. He spotted Paul, whose eyes were glued to the dancer, and Maria wasn't with him! She was nowhere to be found, and Jordan was confident that the polished dancer could be none other than Maria!

Rather than spoil the event, or the routine, he allowed things to progress; however, his mind was now spinning with all the possibilities! First and foremost in his mind, was that it was quite apparent that Michelle didn't know who it was! Michelle had already admitted she'd be willing to enjoy a tryst with the dancer, and Jordan! That in itself would make the evening a success! But then Jordan's mind began to wonder about the sacrificial sorority pledge! Maria wouldn't qualify to fit that role! The possibilities were multiplying in his head as the dance continued.

Finally free of all the veils, Jordan and the rest of the crowd were treated to Maria clad in only a tight fitting bra which showcased her creamy tits, and a T-back thong that barely concealed her sex. Jordan held his breath as Maria reached back and undid her bra, revealing her luscious tits to everyone, her nipples, covered with glittering pasties, which long tassels dangled from. A strong drum beat flowed from the speakers, and Maria set the tassels in motion. The beat increased in tempo and soon, the tassels were swinging in perfect unison, while her hips continued to writhe and grind.

Jordan was truly impressed by Maria's ability, never knowing that she was so talented in her dancing abilities! Michelle was likewise impressed, silently wishing she could learn to dance like that!

The music and the show came to an end as Paul, came onto the floor with a robe for the dancer, joined by Gregg, the current president. Gregg was escorting a thin, nubile young redhead, with fair complexion, and legs that seemed to go up to her neck! She was quite visibly nervously clutching his hand, head bowed, unable to acknowledge her fate.

The partygoers resumed dancing and drinking as Paul and Gregg approached Jordan. "Well Jordan, I'm sure you know of our tradition here! This is Jenn. She is a pledge at our sister sorority! She is at your complete disposal for the evening! And as always, my room is also at your disposal!"

Jordan shook hands with Gregg and thanked him generously. But unexpectedly, he placed his arm around Michelle who was determined to not leave Jordan's side. "Thank you very much!" Jordan then nodded towards Maria, who had Paul's arm draped around her, and complimented her on a fantastic performance. He then pointed out Phyllis to Gregg. "As a token of my appreciation, make sure you show her a good time!" He excused himself and turned away.

Jordan then placed his other hand around Jenn and the trio headed up the stairs. It was quite apparent how nervous Jenn was, and Jordan felt sorry for her. The sprite seemed so naive and scared! In the sanctity of Gregg's room Jordan tried to ease Jenn's nervousness, and introduced her to Michelle! Jordan reaffirmed that Jenn was practically his slave for the evning and would do whatever he asked without question, as part of her pledging responsibilities. She meekly acknowledged, barely able to look Jordan in the eyes!

"Alright Jenn! As my slave, the first thing I need you to do, is to go back downstairs and ask Gregg for a bottle of champagne. Then I need you to get the belly dancer, and bring her up here with you!"

Jordan could see the confused look on the young girl's face. Surely she thought he'd have her strip naked, and he'd take advantage of her ripe young body! But Jordan had other plans. Whether past presidents had used their slaves in that manner, Jordan didn't care. It wasn't that Jordan wouldn't enjoy what Jenn had to offer; he just wasn't about to force himself upon her ... at least not yet!

So as Jenn left the room, Jordan turned down the lights till there was a faint hint of yellow painted across the room, barely enough to see shadows. He then clutched Michelle tightly and kissed her passionately thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he reached beneath her blouse to caress her back. As the kiss ensued, he lifed her blouse till she voluntarily raised her hands and broke the kiss, allowing Jordan to peel it off her, exposing her own bra encased tits to him! He pawed at them hungrily, lustily commenting about her and the belly dancer!

"Mmmm. I bet you just can't wait to get to that belly dancer!"

Michelle cooed appreciatively as Jordan circled behind her, keeping contact with her tits as he mauled them, feeling her nipples harden under his palms as he ground his pelvis into her ass, his hardening cock nestling in between her cheeks. Michelle was already in the mood to enjoy the time alone, and it was clear to Jordan, that she had no clue, that the belly dancer was Maria!

"C'mon work those hips like the dancer," Jordan urged as he peeled away Michelle's bra. He then slid his hands over her ribs and settled them on her hips as Michelle began her own swaying routine, stroking and massaging his cock with her ass. It didn't take much effort from Jordan to remove the skirt and panties, leaving Michelle completely naked.

Jordan couldn't believe how wet Michelle was already and teased her mercilessly as they awaited Jenn's return. Jordan was nibbling on Michelle's neck and ear, as one hand tweaked her nipples, and the other began fingering her pussy, keeping her ass pinned to his cock.

Soon there was a gentle knock on the door ... "Come in ..."

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria stood there with Paul's arm around her as Jordan thanked her for the dance. She wondered if he had enjoyed it as much as she hoped he did, because with jordan, one could never really tell. There was nothing in his tone of voice or in his looks to give away his feelings.

She couldn't help but notice the purely lustful look on Michelle's face as they stood there while Gregg introduced Jenn to them. Maria remembered what that feeling was like, since she at one time had been the "sacrifice" in her freshman year. She even wondered if Jordan remembered that night so many years ago.

It was how they had met. He wasn't the president at the time, but he was a memeber of the frat. It had been at a party similar to this one. Wow! So many memories were flooding back to her. The night of her "sacrifice" had been an interesting one. The president that year just had her walk around in her bra and panties, doing little tasks for him. He semed more interested in another girl that was down stairs, so they managed to just talk for most of the night. They had agreed that neither one of them would say what had or had not happened in the room that evening.


Bringing her mind back to the present, Maria watched as Jordan took Michelle and Jenn up the stairs to the room that was waiting for them. Paul's arm tightenend around her a little tighter as she hugged the robe to her body. It wasn't even five minutes later that Maria noticed Jenn coming back down the stairs, appearently looking for Gregg.

She had just finished gathering the remaining veils and was just getting ready to head off to change when Jenn approached her. She could see how nervous the girl was and wondered why she was approaching her in the first place.

Jenn pulled Maria aside and explained that Jordan had asked for her to come upstairs and join them.

Glancing around the room, Maria noticed that Paul's attention was occupied by a sweet, little coed that seemed to want a little bit of what he had to offer her.

Maria decided that this was a great time to see just how far she could push Jordan. Grabbing Jenn's hand, she made her way back to a bedrooom and began to put her veils back in place, talking to Jenn as she did. She reassured Jenn that nothing would happen that she didn't want to have happen. That Jordan was probably one of the most generous men she would ever meet. It was then that Jenn laid a bombshell on her. Jenn explained to Maria that the reason she was a little hesitant was because, well, she was gay and just wasn't attracted to him, but she was attracated to the blonde that was with him.

Maria kind of laughed to herself at that little bit of information as the two of them made there way back to the room.


"Come in ..." Maria heard Jordan's deep voice as she slowly opened the door and allowed Jenn to enter first. She couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her. She heard Jenn's intake of breath as she watched Jordan fingering the very naked Michelle.


Maria walked into the center of the room, and did whaqt she thought would be a character move for the waqy she was dressed.


She slowly lowered herself to her knees, laying her body over them and onto the floor, her eyes looking at the floor as she did. She stayed in that position as she waited to hear the reason Jordan had asked her to come up to the room.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan could feel his arousal growing as Michelle continually wiggled her ass against his crotch. But what had Jordan even more aroused was the knowledge he possessed about the identity of the belly dancer, who tried desperately to remain anonymous. Now that he knew it was Maria behind the veils, he wanted to have some fun and see how far he could push his little sexpot friend from college.

He heard the knock at the door and saw Maria make her way into the room and take up a kneeling spot in front of where they stood, her head bowed, seemingly awaiting instruction. Meanwhile, Jenn, the redhead coed, stood slack-jawed and frozen in the doorway, holding the bottle of champagne. The grin on his face grew, as did his ego at the feeling of power that seemed to wash over him.

"Jenn! Come in and close the door!" He then directed her to put the bottle of champagne on the table by the wall, and have a seat. "Relax Jenn," his voice oozing with a coaxing smoothness.

Jordan waited until Jenn did as instructed and took a seat along the wall, her eyes affixed on Michelle's naked body. Jenn was apparently unaware that as she sat, her short skirt availed everyone in the room a clear glimpse of her cotton white panties. Jordan smiled coyly as he directed his attention back to the other two women. Grabbing Michelle by the hips again, he directed her hips in a swaying motion, so that she was once again grinding her ass on his cock.

"Welcome my veiled dancer! That was quite a performance you put on downstairs. As you can imagine, you got me quite worked up with your performance, and now I'm feeling a bit randy. As you can see, my date for the evening, is trying to mimic your moves, rather unsuccessfully." Jordan purposefully swayed Michelle's hips in a rhythm that lacked any coordination whatsoever, making sure Maria watched the naked girl dance.

"What I'd like for you to do, is to come here, and take my position. Hold her hips and teach her how to do the things that you do."

Jordan pushed Michelle forward enough to break contact between their bodies, waiting for Maria to acknowledge his request and come to her feet. He'd play along with her little game, and he made sure she didn't have to speak a single word, providing all the direction, much like a film producer. He turned Michelle around so that they were facing one another, giving Maria a chance to move in behind Michelle. When Maria did, Jordan slipped away and sidled over to the wall, sitting in a chair, on the other side of the table from Jenn.

The two women now had an audience, Jordan wondering how far he could push things, knowing how far Michelle would like to take them. What made it so sweet for Jordan, was that Michelle had no clue it was Maria, and if Maria wanted to keep her identity a secret from the two of them, she'd most likely have no choice but to follow every one of Jordan's commands. The women who no doubtedly had bitter feelings towards each other, were now dancing together in the bedroom, both for Jordan's benefit.

It was a bit awkward at first as Maria tried moving Michelle's hips. But Michelle, already turned on and excited by the prospects of the night's activities, was already grinding against Maria, silently encouraging Maria to move her hands somewhere other than her hips.

Jordan, who was watching with amused intent, leaned forward and spoke to Maria. "I think she's too tight ... too tense. Maybe you ought to help her relax a bit! Michelle! Why don't you show our instructor how you like to relax?"

Jordan had practically forgotten about Jenn, sitting next to him. When he glanced in her direction, he could see the glassy look in her eyes, still focused on the pair in front of them, ignoring his presence next to her. She absentmindedly licked at her painted red lips, her breathing obviously labored as he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. He chuckled to himself as he reached for the bottle and noisily popped the cork.

Jordan swigged from the bottle before handing it off to Jenn, interrupting her concentration. She embarrassingly accepted the offer, taking a swig, before passing it back to Jordan, eyes still fixated on Michelle, whose hands clamped securely over Maria's, drawing them upwards until Maria was cupping Michelle's breasts, their bodies now as tight as Jordan and Michelle once were ...

 

[CelticGodess]

"Welcome my veiled dancer! That was quite a performance you put on downstairs. As you can imagine, you got me quite worked up with your performance, and now I'm feeling a bit randy. As you can see, my date for the evening, is trying to mimic your moves, rather unsuccessfully. What I'd like for you to do, is to come here, and take my position. Hold her hips and teach her how to do the things that you do."


Maria was a little shocked that Jordan had actually admitted to being aroused so much by her dancing. She knew how much it had tempted Michelle, but Jordan had been another story. In a way, she was grateful that Jordan didn't know who was behind the veils.

Placing her body against Michelle's, she slowly began to show her how to move her hips in a more fluid and seductive way. Yet, Jordan had been correct. Michelle was tense and it was making it difficult for her to relax.


She allowed Michelle to move her hands to her breasts. Maria very lightly caressed them before she moved her hands back down her body and to her hips.

"Oh, mon doux, vous devez détendre. Laissez les mouvements découlent vous. Sens de la séduction de la danse. Peut-être nous devrait obtenir certains musique pour vous à la danse à ? " (" Oh, my sweet, you must relax. Let the movements flow from you. Feel the seduction of the dance. Maybe we should get some music for you to dance to?") Maria purred against Michelle's ear in perfect french. She was determined to play this little game to the fullest.


Looking over Michelle's shoulder, Maria's eyes locked on Jordans.


"Monsieur, parlez-vous français ? Je pense que ma musique aidera lui Découvrez les mouvements mieux. Quelqu'un pourrait obtenir la musique pour moi ?" ("Sir, do you speak French? I think my music will help her learn the movements better. Could someone get the music for me?")

Knowing that Jordan more than likely did speak french, she waited for his reply.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan did his best to allow Maria the belief that she was fooling him. He somehow managed to keep the fact that he knew her little secret, hidden away, his poker face not showing. He watched intently as Maria lightly fondled Michelle's pert breasts, her nipples achingly taut. Yet Maria didn't linger there, quickly gliding her hands to Michelle's hips.

Jordan could see the pained look on Michelle's face, something Maria couldn't. He listened to Maria, speak to him in French, and was surprised at how fluent Maria had maintained through the years. Of course, he had ample opportunity to use his college arts background, when dealing with foreign clients, but he had only assumed Maria had lost her proficiency through lack of use over the past several years.

Jordan listened to Maria's comments, the twinkle in his eye, indicating that he indeed, understood her completely. He turned to the young coed, sitting next to him, and noticed how her eyes had been glued to the two women, barely acknowledging his presence.

"Jenn ... Jenn ... Jenn!" It wasn't until the third time he called her name, that she snapped out of her trance and turned to look at him. Jordan's smile widened as he suspected Jenn's interests. "Jenn ... Could you please do us a favor? Our dancer needs her music. Why don't you go back downstairs and get her music, and the boom box?"

The look on Jenn's face was priceless. She rose and turned, repeatedly looking over her shoulder, afraid she might miss something. She quickly closed the door behind her, scrambling down the steps in search of the music.

Michelle had kept her hands atop of Maria's, and despite the fact that Maria's hands were on Michelle's hips, Michelle was determined to take things further. She was hot and ready for some intense action. Michelle pressed her ass tight against Maria, grinding in her own sensual way to the music in her head. Michelle wove her fingers through Maria's and pulled her hands forward, around her hips and to her shaved pussy.

Michelle was guiding Maria's hands where she wanted them to be, her eyes closed, head canted back upon Maria's shoulder.

Jordan looked on with rapt interest, watching the two women interact. It was blatantly clear that Michelle didn't have a clue, succumbing to her own lustful desires. Jordan sought out the eyes above the veils, capturing Maria's eyes, which seemed to display a sense of nervousness.

"Il semble que ma femme jouit d'un ami de votre entreprise. Il semble qu'elle est attiré par vous. Avez-vous la trouver séduisante? Elle est très sensuelle!" (It seems as if my lady friend enjoys your company. It appears that she's attracted to you. Do you find her alluring? She is quite sensual!)

Jordan's reply was just as perfect, his inflection and intonation impeccable. He could see Maria's eyes sparkle with a hint of surprise, to hear him reply in French, keeping Michelle totally in the dark. It wouldn't matter anyway, because Michelle was losing herself within Maria's arms ...

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria had to smile a little behind her veils, knowing that Jordan had no clue who he was talking to. She kept up the pretense, speaking to them both in nothing but french.


Slowly, she guided her hands away from the all to arouse Michelle's pussy and back to her hips.


"Même si elle est très attrayant, je crois qu'elle bénéficierait vos autre Compagnon plus. Jen est beaucoup intéressée à Michelle. Peut-être, lorsqu'elle renvoie, vous permettrait de jouer un peu." (Although she is quite alluring, I believe she would enjoy your other companion more. Jen is very much interested in Michelle. Perhaps, when she returns, you would allow her to play a bit.)


Maria continued to move her hips against Michelle's, trying to get her to loosen up as they awaited Jen. Maria was also anxious to hear how Jordan might feel about watching Jen appreciate Michelle's body.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan's suspicions about Jen seemed to be confirmed by Maria, as she hinted that Jen might enjoy Michelle's attention. However, Jordan was enjoying toying with Maria, who seemed reluctant to involve herself with Michelle. Despite every attempt by Michelle to initiate some sexual contact, Maria had delicately moved her hands away.

Michelle's frustrations were becoming more and more noticeable, her heavy sighs, and needy moans were becoming increasingly audible. Jordan wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to take it before turning around and raping Maria.

In the meantime, Jen had returned and fumbling about, managed to plug in the boom box, and load the music. She had never once taken her eyes off of Maria and Michelle as she did so.

Jordan, smiled back at Maria.

"Michelle est une personne très sexuelle. Je pense qu'elle aspire à être avec vous. Ne vous sentez pas le même à son égard? Je pense que vous avez raison sur bien Jen. Si vous pouvez vous joindre à Jen, vous êtes certainement encouragées à le faire." (Michelle is a very sexual person. I think she longs to be with you. Do you not feel the same towards her? I think you are correct about Jen though. If you can get Jen to join in, you are certainly encouraged to do so.)

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria began to get a little nervous. She knew what Jordan was expecting. Although the thought of being with Michelle excited her, she knew that now was not the time. She didn't want to face his rejection again.


Slowly, she began to back away from Michelle just a little, allowing a little space between the two of them. As the music started playing again, she raised her hand toward Jen, guiding her to a chair not far from them.


She walked over to Jen, holding Michelle's hand and making her follow Maria over to where Jen sat. Quickly, Maria began to undo the buttons on Jen's shirt, exposing her body to Michelle. This seemed to arouse Michelle even more.

"Danse pour elle. Vous lui souhaitez que vous encore plus. Vous savez qu'elle veut que vous."(Dance for her. Make her want you even more. You know she wants you.) Maria goaded Michelle, moving to stand behind her as she guided Michelle into a dance.

She watched as Michelle seemed to underestand the subtle hints Maria gave her. She watched as Jen and Michelle became lost in each other.


She backed away from the two girls just a bit, as she watched, fasinated as the two became lost in exploring each other. She could hear the moans of pleasure as Jen began to run her hands over Michelle's body.

Maria shifted her eyes to glance over at Jordan. He seemed to be entranced at watching Michelle and Jen together. This may be a good time to get out of here, Maria thought. If the three of them were so enthralled with each other, then she could make a clean escape. She didn't want Jordan to know it was her in the room with them. She hoped she could pull the rest of this charade off.

Slowly, Maria made her way over to Jordan. She stood behind him as they both watched the two women making love to each other.

Leaning into his ear, she whispered to him.

"C'est bon pour vous. C'est ce que vous souhaitiez voir, ne ? Les deux d'entre eux connaissent tellement eux-mêmes. Aller. Aller se joindre à eux et profitez vous-même."(This is good for you. This is what you wanted to see, no? The two of them are enjoying themselves so much. Go. Go join them and enjoy yourself.)

With a gentle push on his shoulder, Maria tried to get Jordan to move toward them.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan listened intently as Maria's voice wafted into his ear. The smile on his face was indeed broadening, not because of the two women in front of him, dancing, their bodies meshed together as one. It wasn't because the lovely coed was losing herself to Michelle's mesmerizing beauty. It wasn't because Michelle was slowly revealing Jenn's delicious ripe body to the darkened room.

Jordan's smile was because of the control he had over the situation, Maria totally oblivious to the fact that he knew who she was all along. He was playing her like a fine tuned fiddle, and it was time to pluck a few more strings.

"Oui, c'est beau à voir. Non! Ce n'est pas ce que je veux. Il mai être ce qu'elle veut maintenant. Non, je n'irai pas les rejoindre. Quand le moment sera venu, ils viendront à moi. Je suis jouissant ça, oui! je vais en profiter, à terme, oui! ... Et vous? Êtes-vous en appréciant ce que c'est? Désirez-vous de ne pas les rejoindre? Est-ce que tu veux? Sinon, qu'est-ce que tu veux?"
("Yes, this is nice to see. No! This is not what I want. It may be what she wants right now. No! I will not go join them. When the time is right, they will come to me. I am enjoying this, yes! I will enjoy them, eventually, yes! ... And you? Are you enjoying this? Do you not wish to join them? Is this what you want? If not, then what do you want?")

With her hand on his shoulder, gently trying to goad him towards the girls, Jordan trapped her hand, placing his atop of hers. He turned away from the two girls, despite the fact that Michelle had freed Jenn's pert breasts and was openly massaging them as they ground together to the music. He caught Maria's eyes with his own and stared into the deep pools, still never giving away the fact that he knew who she was.

He could feel the tension in her hand as she tried to pull away, a frightened look in her eyes as they widened. With the utmost sincerity, he held her gaze and asked her again.

"Qu'est-ce que vous voulez? Votre danse des voiles suggéré beaucoup. Pourquoi avez-vous accepté de venir ici, si ce n'est pas ce que vous voulez?" ("What is it that you want? Your dance of veils suggested quite a lot. Why did you agree to come here, if this is not what you want?")

It was only the muffled moan of Michelle mingled with the cry of Jenn that brought Jordan's attention back to the other women. Michelle's mouth was clamped over Jenn's apple-sized treat, one hand tending to the unattended nipple, the other hand wriggling beneath Jenn's denims, undoubtedly sliding a slender finger in and out of Jenn's pussy, based on the way Jenn's hips were rolling.

Jordan had been distracted. However, he turned back around ...

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria wasn't sure how to respond to Jordan's questions. In her mind she knew what she wanted. She wanted him in her bed. She wanted to experience Jordan in was they never had. Although she was attracted to Michelle, her main focus was Jordan.


She had to get out, some how she had to get out of the room. But, the feel of his hand on hers was almsot her undoing. When he asked what she wanted, she had to stop herself before answering.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to answer his question. Then, she saw her out. Michelle's moans of pleasure took his attention away from her.

Quietly, she snuck out of the room, leaving the three of them to themselves.

As she made her way downstairs, she looked for Paul. She needed a release.


Not finding him, she left and went home. Happy that she found an empty house, she went up stairs and began to surf the net. She found herself looking at different porn websites that only made her more aroused.

She quickly made a not in her journal, emphasising her want of Jordan and the experiences her could show her. Forgetting that the computer was on, she laid down in bed and began to pleasure herself as she looked at pictures and thought of Jordan.

"OH Jordan!!" were the last words to escape her lips as she brought herself to orgasm before sleep.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

The night had been quite enjoyable, and most notably quite memorable. Jordan was in the midst of driving back to his place, the early morning sun, threatening to break the horizon and claim another day. He was tired, exhausted, and thoroughly drained. The time he spent with Michelle and the lovely coed was one, neither he nor Michelle would ever forget. And if Jordan guessed correctly, it was an experience that Jenn would look fondly back upon for years to come. Despite Jenn's blatant lesbian attraction to Michelle, the three shared a wild, intimate evening together. Michelle was the recipient of most of the attention, being the proverbial cream in the middle of a sandwiched cookie. Jordan had attained his much needed release when Michelle finally needed a real cock to satisfy her internal cravings, while she and Jenn continued to share in the delights each had to offer. Even though Jordan was an excellent lover, his mind was more focused on the exotic dancer that had slipped away.

It was long after the party had come to an end, that Jordan found Phyllis' naked body nestled comfortably sleeping between Paul, Gregg, and another frat brother. He gently woke the sleeping beauty, informing her that they were leaving. Phyllis quietly extricated herself from the bed, careful not to wake any of the soundly sleeping men. With a satisfied grin on her face, she stood proudly naked in front of Jordan slipping into the party clothes that had been stripped from her lithe body the night before.

Jordan, kept her company while she gathered everything up and made herself presentable. He and Phyllis joined Michelle and Jenn downstairs. Michelle informed Jordan that Maria was nowhere in the house, adding that someone said they thought she might have caught a cab home. Jordan noted the somewhat smug shrug of satisfaction Michelle seemed to display. Nevertheless, the foursome climbed into the limo and drove off, taking Jenn back to her dorm room, then dropping off Michelle, and finally Phyllis.

It was a tender good-bye, Jordan and Phyllis, both realizing that this was truly the last time they'd see each other. He wished her well, and scolded her to keep in touch, knowing full well that time and distance would take its toll, as it did with every one of his other relationships, reminding him to never get emotionally attached.

He had crawled into his loft, the dawn of the new day already sending beams of bright light through the thin gaps of his tightly drawn curtains. As was habit, Jordan fell into bed, firing up his laptop just to check emails and any late breaking news he might have missed while out partying.

Jordan might as well have had a strong cup of black coffee, because his eyes lit up, and his body straightened up when his spyware program on Maria's laptop informed him that not only was Maria still logged on, but it also gave a detailed history of her activities from the night before.

Firing up the remote webcam, all he was able to see was a motionless lump, apparently soundly sleeping beneath the covers. Even though he was disappointed, a smile crept onto his face. Keeping the camera image open, Jordan popped up a second window, scanning through her usage from the night before.

Apparently the sexual tension had gotten to her! She had apparently entered generic porn information to search engines and had been surfing a slew of various sites. Jordan's smile grew wider as his explorations continued, knowing that he was definitely having an impact on her. He was thoroughly enjoying this little game between them, despite the sexual tension that accompanied it.

Jordan saved all the detailed information, sites visited, login names used, and passwords. It was time to take his toying with Maria to a whole new level. However, Jordan also realized he definitely needed sleep! He closed out the one window, then kissed his hand and pressed his fingertips to the screen where he imagined Maria's head to be.

Jordan fell asleep, destined to dream about Maria, and what he planned on doing next. Meanwhile, he knew that Maria had to prepare for a followup meeting with the Foster account.

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria awoke the next morning after a restless night of sleep. Her dreams had been filled with the most erotic and pronographic images and feelings. What had possed her to dance for Jordan, let alone go up to the room with him and the other two women? Had she been crazy? She had almost given in to him and given up her little secret.

As she began to stir under the covers, she hit the laptop beside her, causing the screen to light up. She glanced at the last site she had been on and flames sprung into her cheeks. Wow! She really had been frustrated last night for her to come home and look up porn sites.

As if she had no control, she began scanning the images again on the computer, trying to find something that grabbed her attention. After a few minutes, she found it. That 'something' that grabbed her attention was a small video clip of a woman with two men. What grabbed her attention the most was how much one of the men reminded her of Jordan.

As she began watching the men arousing the willing woman, she felt her frustation rising again. Kicking off the covers, she reached down and pulled the silk nightgown off her body.

Slowly, she began to explore her body. Her breasts, her nipples, her stomach. She could feel her nipples harden as she pinched and pulled at them, cupping the flesh ine her hands. Lowering her hand, she began to run her hand along her thigh, spreading her legs a little as the man on the screen began to enjoy the woman's pussy with his mouth. She ran her hand to her clit and began to apply pressure to herself, making the sensations come to her hard, wetting her.

Gingerly, she began to slowly penetrate herself with her fingers, filling the aching need growing inside her. Closing her eyes and just listening to the sounds, she began to dream of Jordan being between her legs as another was massaging her breasts. How wonderful would it be to be the center of attention among to men, she thought as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.

Faster and deeper she moved her fingers in and out of her body. First one, then two, then three, stretching and filling her aching hole.

Her orgasm came fast and swift, Jordan's name escaping her lips. She lay in her bed for a minute, trying to catch her breath and slow her racing heart, a slight sheen of sweat glistening across her body.

Slowly she rose, walking to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day and night that lay ahead of her. She had to meet with Mr. Foster that evening, even though he wasn't aware of it yet.

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Maria arrive at the office, fully prepared for the day ahead of her. She had made the neccessary call and had arranged for Hugh to meet her at the office to pick up a set of keys to the house and to work out some sort of schedule for the house cleaning. He hadn't been the cheapest, but he did seem to understand what she needed and the secrecy of it.

She heard Jordan come in a little while later. Ready to face the music, she walked to the door of his office, knocking, ready to explain her plan for the Foster's.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan

Jordan woke on Saturday morning, a slight pinging in his head, the back of his eyes hurt, the sunlight trying its hardest to creep through the tightly drawn curtains. He closed his eyes, rolling over, pulling the plush comforter with him as he curled into the self-made cocoon. Rather than drift back into the realm of a blank dream, Jordan was plagued with a familiar sound, but at this hour in the morning his brain was unable to make the connection. Unable to do so, Jordan shrugged off the comforter with a disgruntled moan, pained eyes searching for the source of the sound destined to keep him awake.

When Jordan realized it was his laptop computer that was making the commotion, he perked upright as if a bolt of lightning had suddenly charged his body. He focused his eyes on the nearby bedside table where he had set the laptop, just before crashing to sleep. His little spying program had rewarded him with a glorious morning breakfast that he'd not soon forget. Tapping a few keys on the keyboard, Jordan had managed to fill his screen with the image of a naked Maria slowly losing herself in the throes of masturbation. A smaller square, in the upper left of his screen, displayed the pornographic clip Maria was focusing on.

Jordan's cock sprang painfully to life, watching as Maria tugged at her nipples, making them stand upright, much like his own cock. His eyes never left the screen, hardly blinking as she slowly caressed herself, slowly bringing herself to a climax, thrusting as many as three fingers deep into her melting sex. Jordan's cock was twitching without any contact, despite his wild night of debauchery.

However, it was her throaty cry of release, calling out Jordan's name, that nearly sent him over the edge. Jordan managed to control his muscles, holding back the release until the twitching spasms ebbed. It wasn't until Maria rose from the bed and headed to the shower, that Jordan knew he needed to do the same. Unlike Maria, however, Jordan needed a cold, quick shower to shock him back to reality, and bring his painful erection back under control.

One thing was certain, however. He had managed to get into Maria's head. And while that was a good thing, he also realized that she had managed to get into his. Nearly every waking moment was beginning to be occupied with thoughts of Maria. It was exactly what Jordan was most afraid of.

After stepping from the shower, Jordan thought the only safe place to be to get his mind off Maria, was to throw himself into some work. He jumped into his car and drove off to the office. It was Saturday! Nobody would be in the office on a Saturday! He could easily lose himself there, and maybe clear his mind of Maria, get some things done, and figure out what he was going to do next in his ultimate plans for his co-ed college friend.

Jordan arrived to the quiet sanctuary of his outer office, totally unaware that Maria had already been there. He settled in behind his desk and within minutes had pulled multiple files which needed his attention. His head was buried in the paperwork when he was surprisingly shocked into the realization that he was not the only one in the office.

Jordan raised his eyes, knowing it was impossible that Michelle was in the office, yet was unable to hide his surprise and happiness to see Maria standing there peeking her head in the door. Immediately, Jordan had Maria undressed, looking at her naked body, her fingers dancing over her pert nipples, tugging them into stiff peaks. Her hands drifted lower over her abdomen and between her silky legs, the palm of her hand rubbing against her clit, her wetness spreading as her petals bloomed, opening her sex for full inspection. Maria's middle finger slid effortlessly in between the suctioning grip of her sex, stroking and priming it for what was to come. A second finger and then a third was added as Maria slumped against the door, eyes fluttering, chest heaving as she came with unbridled lust, crying out her love for Jordan.

"Maria! ... ???"

Was it a statement, or a question? Jordan wasn't even sure. He blinked his eyes and Maria was standing there just as when she had first knocked and peeked her head in. She had mentioned something about the Foster account. Jordan shook his head, trying to clear the vision in his head, waving Maria into his office, pointing to a seat.

"Sorry, I could really use a cup of coffee, and Michelle's not here!"

He rose from his seat and crossed carefully to the credenza, making sure Maria didn't see his erection, while also giving him time to let it go down. With his back to Maria, he poured himself a glass of water. "Water?"

He politely poured her a glass, not waiting for her reply.

He returned to his desk and pushed her glass across the cleared top he had made. Feeling a bit more under control, Jordan leaned back into his plush chair.

Before giving Maria the opportunity to discuss business, Jordan wanted to address Maria's evening, wanting to see how she'd cover her tracks.

"So what happened to you last night? The night got pretty wild, and we all had a blast! But you were nowhere to be found! Did you find some young stud to take care of you? ... or maybe two?" Jordan snickered, his playful laugh, drowned out by the glass of water he tipped to his mouth. He silently searched her eyes to the mention of two lovers. "Seriously. I assume you made it home okay. I wish you would have stayed! Phyllis wanted to say goodbye!"

Jordan allowed Maria to stumble through an apology and her account of what she did last night, all the while knowing it was a complete lie. His discerning eye was meant to tell her that no matter what she said, he knew she was lying to him, even though he never challenged her.

He gave Maria an opportunity after some tense moments, to switch the topic back to the Foster account. He listened to her ideas, satisfied that she was confident in her approach. Confidence was the key to success and he had little doubt Maria would have any problems pulling this off. He dismissed Maria back to her office, giving her time to put the finishing touches on her proposal.

Not even five minutes after Maria had left his office, Jordan was interrupted by a call from security at the front door. Apparently Hugh Gevlin from Handy Services was there to meet Maria. Jordan informed the security guard to grant him entrance, and Jordan was quick to meet him at the elevator, hurriedly escorting him into his own office before Maria had the chance to know he was there.

Quietly closing the door, Jordan and Hugh talked freely. Jordan found out that Hugh had been summoned by Maria to make arrangements for his cleaning services. Jordan had succeeded, and the light bulbs began flashing in his brain, ideas bombarding him simultaneously as he brought Hugh up to speed as to what was really going on behind the scenes at Maria's household. Jordan held nothing back, detailing what a sexual creature Maria was, and that she was "stretching her boundaries as she exercised her newfound freedoms".

The two chatted for quite some time, putting together a plan of attack over the next several weeks that were destined to put Maria through the paces. The two men shook hands as if sealing the deal on an unwritten contract. Jordan directed Hugh to take a seat on the sofa located just behind the door, informing him that he would go get Maria.

Jordan walked with a hitch in his step, energized with a refreshed and renewed approach to not only dealing with the bastard Mike, but also, slowly bringing Maria around. He knocked on Maria's door, interrupting her this time.

"Could you come with me for a minute? I've got something to show you." Maria's eyes seemed to light up, and she jumped at an opportunity to break away from her paperwork. When she joined Jordan at the doorway, she allowed Jordan to put his arm around her, pulling her close to him as they strode down the short corridor towards his office. With Maria pinned to his hip, Jordan corrected his earlier statement. Standing momentarily, just outside his door, he conspiratorially whispered into Maria's ear. "Actually I've got someone for you to meet ..."

Jordan ushered Maria into the office, and once inside, Maria was greeted by Hugh, who stood and approached to greet Maria, practically pinning her between Jordan and himself.

Two men in a room, alone with Maria ... Jordan wondered if Maria sensed the irony of the situation ...

 

[CelticGodess]

He had known she was lieing to him. She could tell by the look on his face. IT took everything Maria had not to break down and tell him everything about the night before. She could have possibly came up with another lie, but what good would that have done. Stick with the not feeling well and heading home story, she thought.

As quick as she could, she began to lay out the details for the Foster's, starting with the evenings plans. She was going to the club that Mr. Foster always went to and was going to 'turn on the charm'. She had every confidence that she could lure him into a "compromising" position.

She had gone back to her office and tried to continue working. She was grateful that it was Saturday and she had dressed casually. She could feel the heat radiating off her body as she tried to get her mind focused on work. Through the silk of her tank top, she could feel her nipples harden and the moisture gather between her legs as she replayed the nights events in her mind. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Jordan knock on her door till he called her name, bringing her out of her thoughts. She jumped at the opportunity to leave, and have something else to do than to sit there and think.

As they walked down the hall, she felt his arm move around her, and could feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric. It was like having fuel to add to her fire. It had been so long since she had felt this way about someone and she hoped she was playing it cool. In the past everytime Jordan had touched her, she about came on the spot. It was something she had learned to control then and she was trying to remember how.

"Actually I've got someone for you to meet ..." She felt his breath at her neck and almost lost it. His fingers seemed to tighten on her waist as his breath floated down her neck. He voice had always had an effect on her, especially when it was as low and as intimate as it was now. Her eyes had closed briefly, and then his words registered.

By the time she opend them, Hugh was so close to her that she took a hesitant step back and found her back pinned to Jordan's chest.

If front of her was the gorgeous man she was hiring to clean her house and behind her was the man she had loved for most of her adult life. Her mind began to race with thoughts and images from the night before and this morning. What had she been thinking, watching porn all night and in the morning. Her sexual desires were beginning to take over her every waking thought. She seemed to be constantly horny and it was getting worse.
She stood there undressing both men in her mind. She could feel Jordan's hands at her hips as Hugh approached and began lifting her shirt from her body.
She imaginged herself reaching around herself and stroking Jordan through his pants as Hugh's mouth descended upon her breast. Jordan's hand moved off her hip and up into her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck as he began to slide his tounge and lips along it.

Jordan's other hand wrapped around her waist and began to undo her shorts, allowing them to pool at her feet. She was watching Hugh as he suckled at her breast. She took her hand and wrapped it in the silkiness of his hair, holding him to her.

She was so lost in her fantasy, that she didn't realise that Hugh was actually speaking to her.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Hugh Gevlin ...

Hugh was quite enlightened by his fraternity brethren. Even though separated by five years, the brotherhood of the fraternity, as well as their business relationship, had kept the two men relatively close to each other. Hugh thanked Jordan for the business lead, openly admitting to Jordan that he considered Maria quite an attractive woman. The two shared a knowing look, that most men shared amongst each other, one that said, 'I'd fuck her given the opportunity'!

Hugh was further inspired by Jordan's detailed description of Maria's current marital status, and the problems that led to her employ with Jordan's firm. Hugh was a bit shocked, but not put off by Jordan's recounts of Maria's recent sexual activities, freely insinuating that she was a loose and wild cannon, looking for a good time. Hugh felt as if he were back in college again, the boys freely exchanging their stories and conquests with each other.

Hugh was surprised, however, at Jordan's revelation to the intricate web he had woven so that he could not only keep track of Maria's exploits, but to also control them! Hugh realized that if he agreed to help Jordan with his plans, that his very own encounters with the hot minx, would also be open to Jordan's scrutinization and control. Given the allure of a new conquest, and the hot, shapely curves of Maria's body, it was an agreement easily attained.

The two shared some initial thoughts and plans, Jordan making sure that Hugh understood his desire to keep Maria off balance, sexually sated so that she had no need to have sex with her husband, and to have Jordan remain seemingly aloof, until the time was right! Hugh completely understood the boundaries and objectives, already enlightened to Maria's fantasy of sex with two men.

When Maria appeared in the doorway with Jordan standing behind her, it was clear by the look in Maria's eyes that he was the last person she had expected to see, even though she had invited him to the office complex. He stepped towards her, and in her shock, caused her to stumble backwards into Jordan's grip, forcing him to support her upright. A smile crossed his lips as his eyes fell upon hers, searing into her soul, still nearing the gap between them, until his entire body was dangerously close to touching hers.

Hugh's eyes drifted downward without embarrassment, joyously dancing while they drank in the beauty of her creamy breasts, exposed beneath the silk top she wore. Tiny bumps of arousal could easily be seen, perched perfectly upon the round globes, as well as the tiny bumps that seemed to erupt across her flesh when she shuddered.

His hand moved towards her chest as if he were going to take a breast and play with it at his leisure, a twinkling in his ice blue eyes. At the last instant, however, his right hand reached across her torso and gripped her right wrist, lifting it high. His eyes once again focused on Maria's, he greeted Maria.

"So good to see you again Ms. McGuire-Parker."

He dipped his head only momentarily to place a gentle kiss to the back of her quivering hand.

His eyes returned to hold Maria's gaze, noting how Jordan was still needed to support her in an upright position. Still holding her hand in his, Hugh continued to speak.

"I've had the most delightful time talking to your boss, Mr. Tate. He has had so many great things to say about you. I came by, as you had requested, so we can finalize the contract, and I can have a house key in the event you are not home when I come by."

Hugh's eyes darted to Jordan for a few moments before returning to Maria's.

"Would you like to take care of things right here, right now. Or might you prefer to do this in your office?"

 

[CelticGodess]

"Would you like to take care of things right here, right now. Or might you prefer to do this in your office?"

"Right here, right now" is what she wanted to say, her own fantasy brimming out of control. She could feel the heat of Hugh's lips radiating up her arm as Jordan held her waist.

With a slight shake of her head, bringing her out of her daydream. She realised how close she was to the two men. There was no place to really go. She had Jordan at her back and Hugh to her front, with just an arm lengths of space between them.

"I...I have everything in my office, maybe we should go there." she stammered as she tried to gain not only space, but composure.

Hugh had the look of a man that was about to devour her. That if it wasn't for Jordan, he might just throw her up against the wall and ravish her body. She never saw the look between the two men, that knowing look that their plans were going to be easier than they thought.

As she separated herself from the two of them, she realised that the two men had been in there talking and Hugh's words came into her mind. The two of them had been talking about her.

"Please, Mr. Gelvin, if we are going to be working together, please call me Maria. I didn't realise that you knew Mr. Tate?" she began as she escorted Hugh to her office. "How long have you known each other?"

She could feel his body heat against her back as she escorted him to her office. He was so close that she could almost feel his chest against her, his breath against her neck, keeping her a little off balance as well as aroused.

She walked into the office and indicated for him to have a seat on either the chair of sofa. She took the seat opposite him as they began to talk more. She couldn't help but notice the way Hugh's eyes seemed to watch her every move, making her very self-conscious of her actions. If her hand rested on her lap, he seemed to watch the way it moved. If she brought her hand up to her hair, his eyes followed. If he wasn't watching her hands, his eyes seemed to be either on hers or watching her chest as she breathed.

It wasn't that he was making her uncomfortable, but he was arousing her in so many ways. His looks were that of a man who was appreciating a fine piece of art.


She slide the key to the house she had made across the small table to him and was engrossed in watching him caress it like it was the finest gift he had received.

" I would like for you to have someone there tomorrow if that is okay, I realise it is Sunday, but, I really need everything in order before Monday." Maria said as she rose, extending her hand to him.

Slowly, deliberately, Hugh rose in a way that mimiced his body sliding up hers. Grabbing her hand again, he closed the distance between them, leaning over her hand, close enough that she could feel his breath on her face. Kissing her hand again, Hugh looked up into her eyes.

"Don't worry, Maria. I will have my best person on the job in the morning for you. Say around 10." Hugh purred. His deep tenor voice causing shivers to course down her spine. Her name on his lips was like that of a lover's caress.

He stepped back, putting some distance between them. " Thank you again for hiring my company. You won't be dissappointed. That I can guarantee."

Maria watched as his well muscled body walked out the door. Slowly, she came out of her dream like state and walked over to her desk. She needed to finish writing up her ideas in writing for Jordan. If anything, Jordan was meticulous about knowing every aspect of his business. It seemed a little strange to detail everything, but then again, she and Jordan never hid anything from each other, well almost never.

Trying to concentrate on the job at hand, Maria began to compose her outline to Jordan. She detailed that as for Mrs. Foster, that would be a matter of exploiting some of her bi-sexual tendendcies. But for Mr. Foster, that was a little more difficult.

Mr. Foster was the type of person who only wanted the best around him, and that included women. He liked a woman that was fit, that could dance and that, at times, took control. Maria would have to be part seductress, part temptress and part Mistress. It seemed that he had a passion for brunettes and Maria knew she could be what he wanted.

She contiuned to detail the evenings plans. Explaining that she was going to be going to the club he frequented. She was not going to let on as to who she was or who she worked for. It seemed the best way to gain the account for them was a little black mail. Maybe some "compromising" pictures. She was going to make him come looking for her. She had already set up a dummy email account and arranged for all calls to be forwarded to a dummy voicemail account here at the office.

Maria saved the file and attached it to an email she sot off real fast to Jordan. She wasn't sure if he was still in the office, but her time was running out. She had to get home, shower and change before her evening out. Shutting down her computer, she turned off the lights and headed home.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan clapped his hands together, rubbing them briskly as he watched Maria tremble and fidget nervously, alone with Hugh. It was quite apparent that she was shaken when she stuttered during their greeting, and even more apparent when Jordan spied on them within her office. There was no aspect of Maria's life which would not be exposed to Jordan, and the more he gained control over that, the more powerful he felt, fueling his lust-crazed desires. He was obsessed with Maria, undoubtedly. He didn't consider him a stalker, though every single one of his actions would classify him as a stalker.

Jordan had convinced himself he was acting in Maria's best interest. He hadn't done a single thing to force Maria into any sexually compromising situations. She had ventured into each one freely. All Jordan had done, was to set the stage, create the environment, activate the atmosphere! Maria was the one, each and every time, who dove headlong into passionate affairs of the heart which, in her case, involved the bedding of certain men.

He knew she was attracted to him, just as he was to her. But he also knew, that if he were to have a relationship with Maria, it would be one where there would be no turning back! There could be no jealousy, no worries, no feelings of inadequacy, that would jeopardize their relationship. Maria would come to him freely, knowing full well, his lifestyle, without want of changing him, her only desire to be with him, to share in his joys and excitement. Her background was still very sheltered in comparison to his worldly ventures over the past years, and she could not hold that against him, nor even try to take it away from him.

Maria was falling perfectly into the woman he knew she could be, wanted to be, needed to be! Not a slut, but a woman who thoroughly enjoyed sex, and could use it to her advantage when needed, but also relinquish control to those she trusted dearly.

He now sat at his desk reviewing Maria's notes, surveying the information about Mr. Foster and the club he attended. He noted how she had already set up an email account and a voicemail account to track and trap Mr. Foster in a blackmail scenario.

Jordan wasn't fond of blackmail. He didn't look at it as a solid business foundation. Usually, blackmail only served to backfire! He contemplated bringing Maria in, and order her to reevaluate her approach, but suddenly realized he had other greater opportunities in store.

He had an opportunity to teach Maria a great lesson on life, as well as business. He just needed a little bit more to put his new plan into motion. He raced home to shower, shave, and ready himself for a night out at the club Mr. Foster frequented. Rather than dress in his usual fine attire, Jordan dressed in street clothes that would blend him in well with regulars that hung in the game room of the bar Maria was headed to. He topped his casual outfit with an old ball cap, pulled far down over his eyes.

 

[CelticGodess]

The club was this little, almost unknown place downtown. Maria had a little trouble finding it and arrived a little later than she had planned.

Dressed in a red halter dress and four inch heels, Maria walked the club, searching for her prey. That is how she was beginning to think of him. She had to. Her thoughts since leaving the office had been full of Jordan and Hugh.

While she showered, her mind had raced with all sorts of sexual thoughts of the two of them. At some point, Paul had even popped into the scene. Jordan was always at her back as thge other two had done everything and anything he asked, bringing Maria to the height of climax and back again.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Maria began concentrating on the task at hand. Tonight was a night to gain Foster's attention, that was all. She needed him to notice her and want her.

Jeremy Foster was not a hard man to find in the dimly light club. He was seated at a table, watching as the other patrons of the club danced around the floor. The club catered to a rather specific type of client. It catered to those that liked an older more sensual type of dancing.

Music was pounding through the speakers as Maria made her way to one of the many bars in the club. Not that she was going to drink much that evening, Maria ordered a glass of wine and headed to a table herself, that wasn't to far from her potential "client."

Not more than two minutes later, she was asked to dance and didn't seem to sit again till an hour later, after being passed from one partner to another.

While she was sitting, sippin on a glass of water, Jeremy approached her. He sat with her and the two began talking. They seemed to be hitting it off rather well together and soon the talking turned to dancing.

Maria allowed Jeremy to completely monopolize her time at the club. The two became inseparable. Dancing for what seemed like hours together. Maria, herself, was actually attracted to the man.

He was fit, and in shape for a man a little older than her. If she had been the single woman she was pretending to be, he was the type of man she would have been attracted to,yet, in a lot of ways, he reminded her of Mike.

As the evening wore on, Jeremy became more and more physically attentive. He would caress her bare back as they dance, only to rest his hand on her hip and try to move her closer. He would run his hand down her cheek or down her arm.

As the club began to shut down for the night, Maria handed him a piece of paper with the dummy number and email, asking him to call her at some time.

Hoping she had made an impression on him, she allowed him to walk her to her car and then let him kiss her goodnight.

What a kiss it was too. He literately blew her shoes off. He was intense as well as through in the kiss, promising more to come as he walked away.

Maria drove home, visions of the new men in her life dancing around in her head.

Walking into the empty house did little to diminish her thoughts as she made her way upstairs and to her bedroom. She was actually quite glad for the solitude. Firing up her computer to do some work, Maria headed to the shower and got herself ready for bed.

Wearing the red silk gown that was her favorite, she sat on the bed and began making her notes on the evening to fire off to Jordan.

Even though she knew that Hugh was going to be there in the morning, it was well after four in the morning before she finally set the laptop aside and fell asleep.

Not even five hours later, Hugh walked into the house to see Maria standing their in the red silk gown, drinking a cup of coffee as she stared out the window.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jordan sat on a tall stool next to the pool table in the nondescript little bar. He immediately spotted Jeremy Foster amongst the men in the other part of the room. Jordan was so out of his normal character, that there would be nobody there that would even give him a second look. Luckily for Jordan it was a place that he didn't frequent, so none of the waitresses that served him, recognized him either.

Jordan continued to lay low, drinking beer from a long neck bottle between shooting rounds of pool with the locals. He didn't mind losing a side bet or two, since he was there for entirely different reasons.

He immediately spied Maria when she entered the bar. Her radiant beauty matched the eye-catching red dress she chose to wear. His eyes casually followed her from the bar to the table she sat at, as did many other men's eyes. Jordan quickly reached for his phone and snapped a quick picture for prosperity. As the night wore on, Jordan continued to take pictures of the woman in red as she danced with a variety of men, finally settling upon her 'target'. As they danced closer and closer, Jordan was sure to make sure he had the photos he needed, including the ones he managed to get at the end of the night, the two of them locked together in a passionate embrace and a heated kiss. He also caught a final picture of Maria slipping a folded piece of paper into Jeremy's hand.

Jordan raced home after they had parted ways, anxious to download his photos, and enhance them with his photo software. He was made aware that Maria was on her laptop also, apparently sending him a detailed report of what he already knew.

*** *** *** ***

Hugh Gevlin used the key Maria had given him, allowing himself entry into the modest suburban house, his shadow following on his heels. The smell of fresh brewed coffee assaulted his flaring nostrils, drawing him directly towards the kitchen at the back of the house. He stood there in the doorway, silently staring, and admiring the picture of radiance, standing idly, staring out the window. Rays of sunlight beamed through the window, bouncing gloriously off the outline of her body, the red silk nightgown adding color to the sunlit room. His eyes gazed upon the creamy flesh from her shoulders to the middle of her back, the silk hung there by two thin straps that loosely ran over her shoulders.

His shadow had bumped into him, and Hugh was quick to silence the young college lad. Kevin was a student that Hugh had hired on to help supplement his tuition costs. Kevin was not yet a frat brother, but had every intention of pledging the tight inner circle of friends. Hugh managed to keep him quiet, allowing the football player a chance to share in the same delights he was enjoying.

Given Maria's reaction to his and Jordan's presence yesterday, in the office, combined with Jordan's detailed exploits of Maria's escapades, Hugh was confident the Kevin's presence was just what was needed to keep the troubled housewife on edge.

After several minutes of just watching and enjoying the view, Hugh stepped forward, leaving Kevin in the doorway. Nearing Maria, but not close enough that his breath was on her naked skin, Hugh announced his presence. "Mmmm, I didn't realize this job would have such nice benefits. Such a nice view, and fresh coffee too ..."

He was standing in such a spot, that when Maria turned, she'd see both men in her kitchen ...

*** *** *** *** *** ***
It was Sunday morning, and Jordan woke late in the morning. He immediately went to his computer and checked Maria's phony email account. He hadn't hacked it yet, a simple task for Paul, but he did see that there was already an email from Jeremy Foster posted in there. Seizing the opportunity, Jordan quickly created a bogus, anonymous email account of his own. Within a few short minutes, Maria had a second entry in her email box from 'watchingyou' with a subject header, 'A Married Woman'!

Attached to that email message were only three of the many photos Jordan had taken. One was of Maria clearly dancing closely with an unidentified man, not Jeremy. Another was of her and Jeremy, his hand on the small bare of her back, her body pulled tight, grinding against him. The last was the coup de grace, the image of the two of them lip-locked together in the parking lot.

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria couldn't get the kiss out of her mind. It had been one of the most mind blowing kisses she had ever gotten. She found herself wondering what it would be like to have a man like Jeremy in her bed. With a slight smile on her face, she wondered if she could get him as well as his fine wife in bed together. What kind of thrill would that be?

"Mmmm, I didn't realize this job would have such nice benefits. Such a nice view, and fresh coffee too ..."

Maria jumped as she heard the voice so close to her. Turning, she spilled coffee all over herself as she found herself face to face with Hugh and another young guy. Hugh was close enough to her that she could smell the colonge on him.

"Oh Shit! You scared me. I...I didn't even hear you come in." she stumbled as she tried to cover herself, raisng her hand to her throat. "Ummm, I didn't expect to see you Hugh. I assumed someone else would be coming by today."

"Really, I apologize. I thought I made it clear that I would personally be handling your case. There are some jobs that I feel that I am the best qualified for." Hugh told her as he took a step toward her, letting Maria think what ever she might. "This is a new guy I am working with. Kevin, I would like for you to meet Ms. McGuire. We will be working her case ourselves. I want to make sure that she is completely satisfied with our services."

His eyes never left hers as he spoke to the young football player. With a slight grin, he reached up and grabbed the mug that was in her hand, glancing down at the wetness of the silk, which now clung to her skin even more.

He could see the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing became a little shallower, as if she was becoming aroused. In his mind, he could hear Jordan's words to 'keep her on edge, to keep her from wanting anything. Leaning into her just a bit, Hugh whispered in her ear that she might want to go shower and clean up while they got started. "Although, Maria, I must say you look great in just what you have on."

Taking the mug and walking to the sink, Hugh turned to see that Maria hadn't moved. It was as if she were frozen in place. With a grin on his face, he instructed Kevin to come and help him in the kitchen first. Then, they would tackle the rest of the house.

Kevin preceded to walk into the small space, grazing his arm against Maria as he walked by. There wasn't much room in the tiny space, especially with two men over six feet and Maria.

Fire raced through her veins as the handsome young college kid brushed by her. It wasn't that he was that much younger than her, but she felt like she had aged so much.

"I...I am going to go take a shower. Help yourself to the coffee. And thanks again Hugh. Kevin, it was nice meeting you." Maria stumbled as she made her way up stairs and to the shower.

The warmth of the water hitting her skin helped to relax her a little. She was so tense and on edge. How had she not heard those two walk into her house?

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Hugh had to refrain from chuckling too obviously, Maria's startled reaction to his presence was just too amusing, in his mind. He did, however, really enjoy the way her coffee had spilled upon her breasts, creating a delightful spot which had artfully decorated her beautiful sleepwear. His imagination was already kicking into overdrive, imagining how delectable her naked flesh would be when it would finally be revealed to his hungry eyes. Despite the stirrings he was feeling, he managed to keep his cool composure, while making sure his innuendoes weren't at all that subtle. His complement brought such an admirable hue of coloring flush to her cheeks.

Both of the men watched the sway of her ass as she brushed by them, dismissing herself as she accepted Hugh's suggestion of a shower. Hugh and Kevin shared a silent glance as the appreciative smiles grew, along with some other things that were growing.

Once Maria had gone up the stairs, Hugh poured himself a cup of coffee. Kevin had declined a cup, having not acquired a taste for the morning beverage. Hugh leaned against the counter and surveyed the room as he enjoyed the hot beverage, ordering Kevin to begin the process of cleaning and organizing the kitchen.

Kevin went right to work, eager to please, and impress his boss, the owner of the company, as well as a brother to the fraternity he intended to pledge. Kevin cleaned the coffee that had spilled upon the floor, then filled the sink with hot water and cleaning agents for the kitchen. He set to task immediately, making sure that every hard surface sparkled with the sunlight that shone into the small room. Meanwhile, Hugh began taking a more thorough inventory of his surroundings, opening up each and every cabinet, taking stock of her organization, where things went, as well as her choices of food. He rummaged through the refrigerator and freezer to see what morsels she had available. Hugh made sure Kevin also knew where the cups, plates, silverware, and so on went as he emptied the dishwasher.

Hugh could hear the water from the shower running, somewhere above his head, knowing that the kitchen was located underneath the master bedroom. Hurrying Kevin along, they finished the kitchen before Maria was even out of the shower. It was immaculate, and showroom ready.

The pair, hurriedly raced to Maria's bedroom, surprised and happy to find the door to the bathroom slightly ajar. Peeking through the small opening, the only reward they were treated with was a foggy silhouette moving around behind a thin curtain, via the reflection in the steamed up mirror. Hugh had stepped to the side, allowing Kevin only a quick glance of the same image he had seen. The two, then turned their attention to the somewhat spacious room, littered with her clothes, and the rumpled bedding.

Now moving at a much slower pace, the pair began by gathering up all the discarded clothing that was scattered about, including several pair of thongs and lace panties. They'd pick each one up and hold it out for the other to see, taking the time to sample the sweet odor that accompanied the undergarments. They deposited everything into a nice pile by the door to the hallway, then stripped the bed completely bare. Again, Hugh, rummaged through closets and drawers, keeping a trained ear on the shower, taking note which drawers were hers, and which belonged to her husband. Finally, he located her fresh bedding, and pulled a complete set out to furnish her bed with.

As the sound of running water came to an end, Hugh and Kevin began working as a team, fitting the sheet over the mattress, talking and making enough noise so that Maria would know they were right outside her door ...

 

[CelticGodess]

Maria was lost in her own thoughts as she felt the hot water beat against her skin. Leaning back against the shower wall, she let the water beat against her sensitive nipples as her thoughts ran to a more carnal scene in her mind.

Her she was, standing naked in the shower with two very gorgeous men in her home. Men that seemed to find her attractive, if Hugh's vague comments were to be taken seriously.

She allowed her mind to wander as she began lathering her body, images of Jordan and Hugh standing there naked in the shower with her, soaping her, nibbling at her.

She ran her hand along her stomach and down towards the aching she felt, slowly sliding a finger up and down her slit, putting pressure on the nub that so craved attention.

She inserted first one, then two fingers inside herself as she leanded against the shower wall for support. Her hips began to move in time with her hand, causing her fingers to delve even deeper inside her. She was so lost in her world of fantasy.

As the water began to cool, it brought about the most wonderful orgasm. She moaned and wiggled against her hand, feeling her own juices sliding down her leg. Adkusting the temperature just a bit, she warmed it enough to finish rinsing herself off, before turning the shower off.

As she stepped from the shower, and reached for her towel, she could hear the voices of the men in her room.

Trying to find something she could put on in the bathroom, she realized that all she had was her towel. 'Great", she thought, 'how do I get out of this?' She peeked her head around the door and was grateful that both men had their backs to her. As silently as she could, she closed the door, leaned against it and began to consider her options.

She could stay there until they left was one option. Or, she could try and live out at least one fantasy. She could see if she could seduce both these men and have a little morning fun.

With the towel wrapped around her, which barely covered her thighs, she put her hand on the door knob and silently opened it.


Feigning surprise, she acted like she was startled to see the two of them in her room.

"Oh my!!! I didn't hear you in here. I guess there must have been water in my ears." she said, taking a step into her room. "If you boys will excuse me, I need to grab some clothes and then I'll be out of your way"

She walked across the room to her dresser, where Hugh was standing the closest. Bending over to open the drawer, Hugh was gifted with the site of her bare ass and pussy as she pulled undergarments out of the drawer before standing.

"I'll just go change in the closet." she all put purred over her shoulder. Slowly she turned, and nearly bumped right into Hugh as she was trying to make her way to the closet.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Hugh

Hugh half expected, based on what he'd been told, for Maria to step out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Part of him wondered, though, if all of Jordan's talk, was just frat brother boasting? If it was, Maria, would most likely, stay in the bathroom and wait for them to leave.

However, when Maria announced her presence, not only Hugh, stared in wonderment at the delicious body that paraded by them on her way to the dresser. Both, Kevin and he, watched the shapely figurine move , the towel clinging temptingly low on her breasts, threatening to reveal her nipples, yet riding high enough to barely cover her ass. Her hair dangled in wet ringlets, still dripping onto her bare shoulders.

As she brushed by him, Hugh caught the fresh fragrance in his flaring nostrils. He didn't miss the way she bent over, clearly rewarding him with an enticing view of her lower ass, as well as her aroused pussy, peeking back throguh her legs. Hugh had thoughts of taking her, right there and then, ramming his cock into her as she was bent over, rummaging through her drawer.

When she stood and moved towards the closet, Hugh immediately knew all of Jordan's comments were on target. Maria was a little minx, a feline, playing a dangerous game, which now, Hugh was a part of. Her coy little comment about changing in the closet was just a ploy, because Hugh had already inspected the closet. While it was considered a walk-in closet, there was barely any room to walk in, nevermind to actually maneuver into appropriate clothing. It was Hugh's turn to cast a line of bait out to the fish wandering in the room.

"Oh! There's no need to go and hide in the closet. This is your house! Just go about your business as if we weren't even here! We're here to help you, not be an inconvenience." Hugh turned back to the bed, and to Maria, and fluffed the pillows on his side, secretly winking at Kevin, who was doing the same on the other side. "Besides ... a body like that shouldn't be hiding behind a closet door!"

Hugh hadn't turned to see Maria's reaction, but he was curious to how she wanted to play this little game she had found herself in ...