Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2021 15:03:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Bridgette Ashcroft Subject: Delia's Dilemma Part 1 (Bisexual - Authoritarian) "Delia, may you come in here for a moment?" I sighed, hating to be interrupted with what I working on. No one else would volunteer to work in the office on a Saturday so it was just myself and Ella, the office manager, in the building. Truth be told, I was trying to finish the project as soon as I could. The day was beautiful outside and I was really just wanting to sunbathe by the pool. Rising up, I smoothed my skirt and walked into Ella's office. Ella was sitting at her desk, frowning at the computer screen. She is younger than me by about five years or so and rumors abounded around the office that she slept her way to her current position. I did my best to ignore them. Jealousy reared its ugly head sometimes, especially with a group of women. There were rumors that Ella was a lesbian, too. I did my best to ignore those rumors as well. It wasn't as easy though. My boss is a beautiful woman, easy going, playful. Ella may run a tight ship but, for the most part, it's a pleasure to work under her. Sometimes, when my husband would be gone for business or with his friends and I got horny, it wasn't him I was fantasizing about as I rubbed my tits and teased my clit. After I orgasmed, I'd always feel a bit of shame for those fantasies, practically jumping on George's cock as soon as he walked through the door just to prove to myself how much I loved having sex with him. But, as soon as I was alone, Ella would pop back in my mind. Ella was definitely on my mind right now. Usually, she was dressed very professionally but today, it was obvious she was going for comfort with a white tee shirt and pair of shorts. As she swiveled in her chair, her legs spread for a moment, allowing me to see right up her shorts. All I could make out was a glimpse of white lace. My breath caught for a moment and I could feel my face go flush. I looked up to see Ella smiling, as if she knew exactly the effect, she was having on me. Leaning over her shoulder, I studiously ignored the intoxicating scent of Ella's perfume as well as the sight of her breasts, which were perfectly proportioned for her small frame, barely trapped in their lacy confines of her bra which I would have easily seen through her shirt if I wasn't purposefully looking at the monitor with all my concentration. The problem of certain numbers not adding up correctly was easily fixed though, to be fair, would have been trickier for someone like Ella who didn't know exactly where to look. She squealed with happiness, then wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze, letting go of me right before the hug became uncomfortable. "Thanks for helping me with that, Delia." Ella said, sitting back down and starting to power off her computer. "What do you say we get the hell out of here and I buy you a drink for helping me today?" I thought for a moment, again not looking down at my boss's tanned thighs and cute, sandal-enclosed feet. "Sure, why not. George is gone for the weekend." I replied. Ella's face lit up in a smile and she grabbed her purse as I went and powered down my computer, grabbing my purse as well. We walked to the bar instead of taking our cars since it wasn't too far away. I'd never been to Cheyenne's before but Ella said the food was great and the drinks were cheap and you didn't have to worry about dudes hitting on you. I laughed at that last part. "Well, that's nice to know." I said, nodding in thanks as she held the door open for me. Ella was right on all three counts. The food was delicious and a couple of drinks turned into four as she was buying and I didn't want to seem rude. "A couple more of these and I think your trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me." I said, a bit buzzed as I started on my fourth bloody Mary. "Wouldn't that be a horrible rumor to have spread around the office." Ella replied, giggling. My eyes got big. "Yeah, I know what is said about me and no, I earned my right to be a manager." she said a bit defensively. "I didn't have to fuck anyone to get there." I shrugged. "I never believed it anyway. I can tell you're a great manager." Ella smiled in reply, her dimples showing. "Now, the other rumor..." I said without thinking. "What? That I'm a lesbian?" Ella asked. I nodded, then apologized for bringing it up. "There's no need to apologize." she said. "Most rumors aren't true. Some are." Ella bit her lip and looked at me with those intensely blue eyes of hers. For a moment, I was lost in those eyes. So blue, like the cloudless sky over the ocean. I caught myself, shaking my head a little to clear it. "Thanks for the drinks but I'd better head home before I can't drive." I spoke. Ella sighed. "Yeah, head home to my apartment to finish my laundry. Yay." I laughed, standing up. I was a little wobbly and caught myself on the table. "Maybe I had more than I thought." "I can drive you back to your place if you want. I'd hate to see you get a ticket." "Um, thanks." I replied, smiling a little. Ella hurried back to the office to get her car and I gave her directions to the house. George and I lived in a rather nice neighborhood and had a huge privacy fence in the backyard as I loved to sunbathe in the nude. George didn't mind when I did that either. "I would invite you in to hang out by the pool all day but I know you have to go home and do laundry." I said, half-jokingly as Ella pulled into the driveway. "You serious?" Ella asked, her eyes widening. "Sure. Why not?" I said as I opened the door. Ella quickly exited the car and followed me inside. "Damn!" she exclaimed, stopping short. "I don't have a suit." "That's alright." I said, about to offer her one of mine. Ella smiled. "Oh good." she said and started stripping down right in my living room. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out as my boss removed her top and undid her bra. A nice set of tits capped with pointy, thick nipples caused me to involuntarily lick my lips. It only got worse when she lowered her shorts and thong in one movement. A cleanly shaved mound, pussy lips clearly visible cause me to shudder. I couldn't move for a moment; I was so mesmerized. Ella kicked off her sandals and looked up at me all innocently. "Sorry." I said, shaking my head. "Uh, one too many bloody Mary's." I was about to go into my room and change into my suit but then I thought about it. Ella certainly didn't mind. Why kill the mood? So, I just shucked my clothes off right there as well. "Damn girl, you look amazing!" I smiled at Ella's compliment. I worked hard to maintain my figure and did look pretty good for a forty-year-old. "Yeah, well, you're definitely beautiful as well." I winced inwardly, thinking that sounded lame. Ella laughed though, striking a pose with one hand on her hip, the other on her head. "Um, yeah. The, uh, pool is in the back." My mind went blank again as I watched my boss saunter through the dining room to the back of the house. Coming to my senses, I quickly grabbed a couple of towels as well as the sunscreen, then headed to the kitchen for some tea and glasses. For a moment, clarity came to my mind and I stopped short. Here I was, standing naked in my house with my boss, whom I admitted to myself had a bit of a crush on and who everyone at work said was a lesbian. I'd had these desires before but never really thought of acting upon them. Now, there was a real chance that my fantasies could possibly happen. Did I really want this? Was it cheating on George? I was about to call it off when Ella stepped back in the house. "Oh, sorry." she said, hurrying over. "Let me get these." Picking up the towels and the sunscreen, she made her way outside again. The sight of her nubile body and tight ass erased those doubts. "Nothing's going to happen anyway." I said to myself. "There's no harm in a couple of adult women sunning themselves by the pool." Convincing myself that everything was going to be okay, I picked up the pitcher of tea and glasses and made my way out to the pool. The scent of sunscreen was in the air as I stepped out onto the patio. I couldn't help but notice the tan lines on Ella's body letting me know that, when she did wear a bikini, there wasn't much fabric there anyway. When she handed me the tube of sunscreen, her fingernail trailed across the back of my hand and I couldn't help but remember all of the fantasies that I had of my boss while I pleased myself. We laid there for a while, enjoying the sun and each other's company. Occasionally, one of us would jump into the pool to cool off. Thank God for sunglasses because I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of Ella's nude body wet and glistening in the sunlight as she emerged from the water. After a while, the conversation drifted toward our sex life. I have to admit that I did brag a little. George is a very passionate, considerate lover. He could wield his seven inches very impressively and he never failed to give me at least one orgasm, usually more. "You know, you never did answer the question." I said to Ella as I rolled over in my lounge chair. She took the tube of sunscreen, squirted some into her hands and, beginning at my shoulders, coated the back of my body. Ella didn't answer right away. "You're right, I didn't. What would you do if I said yes?" she asked, her voice soft. Her hands maneuvered lower down my body, approaching my ass. "I'm a big girl." I replied after a moment. "I mean, I wouldn't freak out and demand you leave." Right then, I let out a sigh of contentment. Ella's fingers felt amazing on my back. Then my eyes opened in surprise. She started massaging the sunscreen into my ass cheeks. "Okay, yeah, I wouldn't call myself a gold-star lesbian or anything but, to be honest, I do prefer women to men." Ella said as she started on my thighs. Without even thinking, I spread my legs a bit to which my boss must have taken as an invitation to explore a little further between my legs. My breathing quickened as Ella inched ever closer to my intimate area. I knew she could see my pussy and how wet I was. It's not like I could help it. All the talk about sex, her being nude, my fantasies helped contribute to my excited state. I didn't say stop so Ella continued. When her fingers finally made contact with my pussy lips, I flinched a little. "I...I would love, I mean, I don't cheat on George." I softly spoke as Ella ran a finger up my slit, collecting the juices that had leaked out. Ella giggled, then leaned over, whispering "It's not cheating when it's with another woman." I could feel the nipples on her tits brushing my back as she inserted one, then two fingers into my pussy hole. "Of course, if you want me to, I'll stop." she said, pulling her fingers out of me. "Please...please don't stop." I said, letting out a little moan of pleasure when Ella inserted her fingers again. I was getting close. Damn, this woman had talented fingers. Then, just as I was building to an orgasm, she stopped. "I want to taste you Delia." Ella said quietly. "Let's go to your bed." I quickly pushed myself to my knees. At that moment, Ella placed her hands on my face and kissed me deeply. Her tongue easily pushed past my lips, leaving me a bit breathless when she pulled back. Taking her by the hand, I led Ella to my bedroom. Upon entering, she spun me around, gripped my shoulders and guided me till I was laying down. Climbing onto the bed, Ella straddled my body, rubbing her tits on my face. I captured one of her titty tips between my lips, sucking on it like a baby. After a few moments, Ella removed her tit from my mouth and pressed her body against mine. She started kissing her way down my body, starting at my lips, then my neck, then my breasts. When she pressed her lips against my tummy, I couldn't help but giggle a little, being very ticklish. Ella let out a giggle as well, tickling me with her tongue for about a minute. Normally, when George tried to sexually tickle me, his fingers hurt. But Ella, with featherlight swipes of her tongue, only turned me on more. I guess she couldn't wait too long. I let out a long, low moan as Ella trailed her tongue downward and gave one luscious lick right up my soaking wet slit. For a brief second, I thought of George, wondering what he would do if he were here right now. However, as soon as Ella started eating me out in earnest, all thoughts of my husband evaporated into a pleasurable haze. Ella was a fucking good pussy licker. My hips began to buck the closer to orgasmic release I got. Ella grabbed ahold of my thighs, her mouth never leaving my cunt. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as my whole body shook. When Ella captured my clitty between her teeth and lightly bit down, my pussy clenched down and I let out a gasp as an orgasm ripped through me. It was almost too much for me to bear as Ella continued licking and sucking up all of my orgasmic fluids as fast as they flowed from my pussy. The feeling was like I was on a roller coaster; pleasures ebbing and flowing throughout my body, all concentrated on my tingling clit. The next thing I consciously realized; Ella was kissing me again, practically shoving her cream-covered tongue down my throat. I weakly wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her close. Our breasts mashed together. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my pillowy flesh. Breaking the kiss, Ella rolled onto her side, lightly trailing her fingers across my torso, drawing abstract patterns on my skin as I came down off the orgasmic high. "Jesus." I said, finally able to speak. Ella let out a laugh. "Not bad, huh?" "Um, wow. Yeah, no, not bad at all." I waited for the feeling of guilt to creep in. I'd just orgasmed on my marriage bed by someone other than my husband. Instead, a hunger burned in me. I wanted a taste of Ella. If this was the only time this would happen, then I had to take full advantage of it. With all of my strength, I pushed myself up onto my elbows, then rolled over, using my hand to maneuver Ella onto her back. Leaning down, I kissed my boss, pressing my lips against hers, then pushing my tongue inside her mouth. We French kissed for a minute or two. I swear I could taste myself as our tongues wrestled. Breaking the kiss, I looked into Ella's beautiful eyes. "You sure about this?" she asked. "You don't have to Delia." "I know." I replied, kissing Ella again. "I need to taste you." She smiled and closed her eyes as I did just that. Starting at her neck, I tasted my way down her body as she'd done mine. The faint taste of sunscreen, sweat and perfume tickled my tongue as I made my way down to my destination. I tried to take my time, enjoying the journey but, truth be told, I was so worked up that I found myself peering at the beautiful, pink folds of Ella's cunt in no time flat. It was the first time I'd seen another woman's pussy up close. Sure, there was porn but this was different. The mouth-watering scent emanating from the depths, the way the light glistened off the juices that had leaked out and finally, the sweet taste when I leaned in and gave Ella's pussy one long lick. I closed my eyes savoring the sweet, tangy fluid. I tried to remember all that Ella had done to me but my mind had gone blank. Then I recalled something I'd read about performing the alphabet with your tongue to please a woman. Figuring why not, that's exactly what I did. The sound of sighs of pleasure when I did E encouraged me to continue. At J, Ella grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter against her body. At U, she came. Hard. Juices coated my face as I finished what I'd started, lapping up as much of the sweet fluid as I could with Z. Pushing myself up to my knees, I looked down at my boss. A contented smile was on her face as she laid there, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. I bit my lip, not knowing what to do. Ella gave me the answer as she raised her arms, beckoning me. I fell into them as she pulled me close. It felt, well, different than being with George. Not better or worse. Just not the same. We must have drifted off for a bit because when I opened my eyes again, the sun was starting to set. My stirring must have awoken Ella who let out a moan as she stretched. "Damn, Delia. You did a great job!" she said, then kissed the tip of my nose. "You're my first." I answered honestly. "You, um, taste great, by the way." Ella let out a laugh. "Yeah, you do too." "Now what?" I asked nervously. I didn't know what I wanted. A new door had been opened to me and I wanted to burst through, to see what was on the other side. Ella was silent for a moment. "Well, that's up to you." she finally said. "I can take you back to your car and we can act like this never happened. Or..." "Or...what?" "I can spend the night and show you all things that two women can do together." I honestly did think about it for a moment. I could chalk this up to an afternoon thing and go about my life with my loving husband, perfectly happy with the great sex he gave me. But here was this beautiful woman, someone who'd given me a powerful orgasm, promising to show me things that I'd fantasized about. "I'd like that." I replied, smiling. Ella stood up, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bathroom. George, for my last birthday, had one of those multi-headed showers installed. I loved the feeling of standing in the middle of the hot, steamy water cascading all over my body. After starting the water and adjusting the temperature, Ella and I entered the shower. I picked up the bottle of bodywash, squirted some in my hand and rubbed it slowly, sensuously all over my boss's body. I gazed into her eyes, biting my lower lip, as my soapy hand explored the folds of her pussy. I felt Ella's body tremble and she closed her eyes, letting out a gasp as a mini-orgasm coated my hand with her juices. She gripped my shoulders and pulled me into a deep kiss, our tits mashing together as I continued to rub her cunt and tickle her clit. Ella's hands traveled down my back, then gripped my ass cheeks and began to massage them. George would often tell me that my ass was my best feature. Going out, I would often wear tight jeans or a miniskirt to emphasize it. We'd tried anal once but it hurt a lot with him trying to push just the head of his dick in so we never really went back to it. Ella, however, must have been an ass lover. When we broke the kiss, she turned me around and pressed me against the back of the shower. Kneeling behind me, Ella teased me a little by planting little kisses on my pussy and scraping my clit with her nail. I let out a moan of frustration, trying to capture Ella's fingers with my pussy. She was working me up and let out a giggle when I arched my back, trying to increase the pressure of her digits. That must have been the cue she was waiting for because, as soon as I did that, Ella spread my ass cheeks apart and planted a kiss right on my rosebud. My breath was momentarily taken away at the sensation of soft lips touching sensitive flesh. I thought about telling Ella to stop but I didn't, figuring today was a day of firsts for me so I let her continue exploring my backside. Ella ran her tongue up the cleft of my ass, then buried her face between my butt cheeks. I felt her tongue probing my sphincter as she started fingering my pussy again. The onslaught of sensations was overwhelming. Ella fucked my ass with her talented tongue, my pussy with her amazing fingers while the hot water of the shower pounded my body and the steam filled my lungs. My body trembled and shook. I could feel the pressure of an impending orgasm building inside me. When Ella tickled my G spot with her nails, I clenched down, screaming out as I felt my leg muscles tighten up. I couldn't believe that this woman had given me two incredible orgasms in the space of an hour. It was too much. When I finished orgasming, I sank onto the shower floor, laying there as the multiple heads rained hot water onto me. Ella mercifully turned off the showers and, after a minute or so of letting me catch my breath, helped me to stand. We shared another kiss before exiting the shower and drying off. The rest of the day was a girl's day in. Ella and I didn't even bother getting dressed. We ordered a pizza for dinner, drank a bottle of wine, watched a couple of romcoms on Netflix and talked about the other women in the office. When it was finally time for bed, Ella and I snuggled under the covers, still naked. It felt wonderful when she wrapped her arm around me and pressed her body against mine. I soon fell asleep with a smile on my face. I woke up the next morning with Ella's arm still on me, her hand cupping my left breast. It was then that the full extent of what had happened yesterday hit me. It had felt magical at the time, like I was living a fantasy of mine but the reality of the situation reared its ugly head. I'd had sex with another person who was not my husband. I kept waiting for the guilt to hit me. It was almost as if I needed it to. I wanted to feel bad because it would mean that I could justify not having a repeat performance. Instead, my mind recalled the two intense orgasms, the sensation of Ella's tongue in my ass, the first time our lips met in a kiss, the sexual intensity in her blue eyes. I started feeling guilty about not feeling guilty. Disentangling myself from Ella's arm, I went and used the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, again I tried to feel guilty about cheating on George. Instead, I hurried back to my bed and snuggled under the covers, this time facing Ella. She had a smile on her face, her cute dimples showing. I reached out, tracing Ella's lips with the tip of my finger before leaning in and kissing her. My hand went to her breast. I honestly wasn't trying to initiate sex. I just loved the way her tit felt in my hand. Stretching her arms above her head, Ella let out a long moan, then opened her eyes. "Morning beautiful." she said as she cupped my face with her hand. "And a good morning to you." I replied. "Breakfast?" Ella smiled and kissed me again. "Sounds wonderful. So, how much time do we have?" I glanced at the clock. "About three hours or so. George is due home about one." Letting out a sigh, Ella rolled out of bed and stretched again. I admired her taut body and cute ass as she walked to the bathroom. Getting up myself, I threw on one of George's tee shirts and went to make breakfast. Ella and I sat around, enjoying each other's company. Neither one of us tried anything sexual. I think that we both realized that if we did, the sex might last longer than was safe. She and I did share a long, sensual French kiss which left me light-headed before we left to go get my car from the office parking lot. When George arrived home, I met him at the front door in the nude. He'd barely put down his briefcase before I was in his arms, rubbing my naked body against him while we tongue-wrestled in a passionate French kiss. Breaking the kiss, I winked at him and smiled seductively as I took ahold of George's hand and led him to our bedroom. We kissed again as my fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt. My nose filled with the scent of his cologne which caused my breath to quicken. I pushed the memory of Ella's perfume out of my mind as I almost frantically undressed my husband. George kicked off his shoes as I sank to my knees in front of him, undoing his belt and his slacks, pushing them as well as his boxers down. His cock was semi-hard and growing. I bit my lower lip at the sight of his member, then looked up, meeting his gaze. Opening my mouth, I slowly sank down all the way until my nose was tickled by his pubic hair. I could feel his dick hardening as I pulled back, kissed the head, then sank to the base again. I blew George for a minute or two until I felt his prick twitch. Knowing that meant he was getting close to blowing his load, I pulled back and stood up. I wanted to feel my husband inside me. There was a look in George's eyes; a hunger that came out only when he was really worked up. Half pushing, half guiding me onto the bed, my husband's hands went to my tits. Groping, squeezing, pinching the nipples, I moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. This was so different from when Ella caressed my breasts. Her touches were soft, featherlike. NO, damnit! This was about my husband. I reached down between my legs, gripped George's hard shaft and ran the head up and down my slit. I could feel it pulsating in my hand as I coated it with my juices. We were both very turned on so I gave my husband the hint, positioning the head of his dick right at my hole. With one smooth stroke, George was fucking me. Even though he was worked up, George started slow. I could feel every inch slide inside my body as he moved his hips in a piston motion. However, the rhythm soon picked up tempo. Wrapping my legs around his body, I held on tightly as George's breathing became shallow; a sure sign he was about to cum. As if on cue, with one final thrust, he shot his load deep inside my pussy. I was so excited that when George came, it triggered my own orgasm. I clenched down on his twitching penis, my legs holding him inside. Finally, my legs flopped onto the bed and George rolled off. We were both breathing hard and I could feel a mixture of our orgasmic fluids leaking out of me. For a moment, I wished that Ella was here to clean me but again, I pushed the image of my naked boss eating my swampy pussy, her cute, bare ass sticking up in the air as she pried my lips apart, giving me a cheeky wink as she happily feasted, out of my mind. A slight tremor coursed through my body at that thought though, causing me to shiver. Rolling over, I draped my leg over George's as I rubbed his chest with my hand. I could feel the pounding of his heart as well as his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. He smiled and glanced at me as I snuggled closer to him. "Wow!" George spoke, his voice a little breathy. "Um, miss me?" I giggled before replying "Yeah, a little. Just happy you're home." We laid in bed for a while, each enjoying the orgasmic afterglow but before long, George got up and walked to the bathroom. Soon, I heard the shower start. My husband always took a long, relaxing shower when he returned home. I laid there, thinking about joining him but instead, I reached down between my legs, scooped up a large amount of our fluids and brought my fingers to my lips, enjoying the salty sweetness of our mixed cum. As I reached down to collect more, I imagined what it would be like eating my husband's cum out of Ella's pussy. Could I do it? Could I watch George fuck another woman and then have me eat her out? Before this weekend, I would have said no emphatically. But I'd noticed the way George looked at Ella the few times they'd met and I saw the spark of desire in his eyes. I wasn't jealous. Or maybe I was. Just a little bit. Then the realization hit me. George hadn't bedded Ella. I had. If he'd been in bed with me right then, I probably would have confessed what had happened. How would he take it? Anger? Elation? I shuddered again as my fingers brushed against my clit as I gathered the last of our juices. I decided to keep it a secret until I thought about it some more. No need to stir the pot if there wasn't going to be a repeat performance. Monday came and for the first time in a long time, I thought about calling in. Ultimately, I decided against it figuring that I had to face Ella sometime and I might as well get it over with. Choosing one of my more conservative dresses, I drove to work. After taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I went inside. Nothing happened. No one pointed and whispered. No sneers or giggles. No notes on my desk reading "I know what you did Saturday." I have to say after all that I'd been through, Monday was a bit anticlimactic. Ella did call me into her office but it was only to discuss what we'd completed on the project I was working on and estimating how long it would take to finish it. I figured that was that as I made my way back to my desk. I was wrong. At the end of the day, just as I was about to leave, a message came over my phone. It was from Ella asking when my husband would be gone again as she would love to swim in my pool. There was a "winking" emoji accompanying the message. My mouth went dry as I tried to formulate an answer. Here was my opportunity to end this now. I could reply that it was just a one-time thing, that I loved my husband and felt like this was taking advantage of him. I texted back "two weeks." I was shaking by the time I entered my car. Hiking up my skirt, I touched my panties to confirm my suspicions. I was soaked. Looking around to see if I was alone, I quickly removed my panties and started rubbing myself right there in the work parking lot. Just the thought of Ella coming over had turned me on. Images of my boss's naked body flitted through my head as I quickly brought myself off. I was still worked up though as I cleaned my fingers and my seat with my soiled panties. After stuffing them in my purse, I drove home. Unfortunately, George wasn't there to relieve my stress. I practically ran to my bedroom and disrobed. Opening my lingerie drawer, I pulled out my vibrator and hopped onto the bed. There was no preamble. A mini orgasm trickled through my body almost the moment I touched the vibrator to my stiff clitty. Memories of Ella; the way she tasted, her magic tongue in my ass filtered through my brain as an even bigger orgasm was building inside me. I plunged the toy inside my pussy, clenched down and screamed out my boss's name as the second, much larger orgasm flooded through me. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, I weakly removed the still vibrating toy, turned in off and let it flop down onto the bed between my legs. I was sucking in air, trying to calm down from the orgasmic high I was still on. Finally, I was able to stand. Running to the bathroom, I cleaned my vibrator of my fluids; first by deep-throating it and then wiping it off with a damp washcloth. Putting the toy back in my lingerie drawer, I dressed in a tee shirt and an old pair of cutoffs before heading to the kitchen and preparing dinner for my husband. Every once in a while, a pang of guilt would bubble to the surface. I technically was cheating on George after all. I mean, one time of "experimentation" would have been fine and I could have chalked it up to getting caught up in the moment. But today, I consciously made the decision to have sex with Ella again. Pouring myself a glass of merlot, I sat on the back porch, waiting for George to pull into the driveway. Should I tell him about Ella? I honestly didn't know how he would respond. We'd discussed having a threesome in the past but it was just talk. George would get hard, fuck me, get off and the conversation would end. I had just chalked it up to a fantasy that every man had; sharing his partner with another. As I finished my glass of wine, I heard the front door open. I sighed, deciding to not tell George right now and to think about it some more. I paused at the back door, just looking at him. He always looked impeccable in his suit coat and tie. I was happy that the sight of him still caused my heart to flutter. George couldn't help but smile as I sauntered up to him with an exaggerated sway to my hips. We kissed our hellos as he placed his hand on my breast, copping a feel as we swapped spit. Dinner was delicious, if I do say so myself, and George and I spent the rest of the sunshine relaxing outside; him with a beer, me with a glass of wine. The week flew by. Ella had decided to play it cool Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. No talking about anything but work, not even a suggestive wink. I began to wonder if something had happened to change her mind. Had I upset her somehow. Part of me wanted this to be true. I mean, it had been fun but I was somewhat afraid of it going further. But part of me, the little demon of lust that had settled in my soul and seemed to be growing, didn't want it to end. I shouldn't have worried. Friday, after George had dressed and gone to work, a message from Ella pinged on my phone. Thinking it was her saying she wouldn't be in today; I casually opened the app and tapped the message. "Don't wear panties." was all it said. My breathing became shallow and I could feel my heart start to flutter. Swallowing hard, I did my best to calm down. "This is ridiculous." I thought to myself. Three little words were causing me a freaking panic attack. I seriously considered texting her back "No" or "bullshit" or something like that. Instead, I hiked my skirt up and pulled my panties off and stuffed them in my purse. What could it hurt? Driving to work, my mind was not focused on the road. I was instead focused on the way the fabric of my skirt tickled my ass. Finally, I pulled into the parking lot and hurried inside. I wanted to make it to my desk before anyone else. "Hey Delia, may I see you for a moment?" I groaned and closed my eyes, got up and walked to Ella's office. "Are you wearing panties?" she asked as she reclined in her chair. I shook my head no. "Let me see." Taking a deep breath and glancing around to make sure no one else could see, I lifted the front of my skirt up just enough to show my bare pussy. "Did you bring your panties?" I nodded. "Bring them to me." I couldn't believe my ears. Why was Ella ordering me around like this? Why was I listening to her? Why was it turning me on? I hurried back to my desk and grabbed my purse. When I entered her office, I handed Ella my panties. She took them from my hand, smirking as she did so. Then she grabbed my purse and opened it. "Just making sure that you don't have another pair." she said as she tossed my panties in the bottom drawer of her desk and locked it, putting the key in her pocket. Handing me back my purse, Ella dismissed me. I didn't know what else to do so I headed back to my desk and did my best to work as normally as possible. I didn't get much accomplished. The day moved agonizingly slow. At the end of the day, when everyone else had left besides Ella and myself, I shut off my computer and went to ask for my panties back. "Lift your skirt." Ella said. I sighed and again raised it above my waist. My boss stood up and walked over to me. In one motion, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss while her other hand cupped my pussy, her index and middle fingers easily slipping into the folds of my sopping cunt. I hadn't realized how wet I was. Ella shoved her tongue into my mouth as she plunged her two fingers deep inside my pussy. An orgasm quickly began to build as I rocked my hips back and forth. Just as I was about to cum, Ella stopped and pulled back. I was left breathless as I watched my boss undo her pants and pull them off along with her panties. "You want your panties back? On your knees then." I couldn't help myself. Kneeling down, I looked up at Ella. She was obviously turned on. "Finger your cunt while you eat me, Delia." Ella said as she covered my mouth with her pussy. "You don't orgasm until I do, understand?" I nodded as best as I could and started fingering myself as I ate her out. It wasn't fair. Ella had worked me up so much that in no time at all, I was screaming into her cunt as I coated my hand with my juices. My orgasm must have triggered hers. Ella gripped my hair hard and held me in place as she coated my face with her cream. After a few moments of calming down, Ella let go of me and stepped back. "I told you not to cum before me, right?" I nodded, unable to meet her eyes. "Get up, go to your car and go home. Don't wash your face off until you get home, understand?" Again, I nodded, stood up, straightened my skirt and left without saying a word. It was when I got to my car that I realized I didn't have my panties. All the while, I was squirming in my seat. Ella's juices had dried and become sticky on my face. I don't know why I just didn't stop at a gas station and wash up but, when I pulled into my driveway, I could still faintly taste Ella's pussy on my lips. To my shock, George was already home. When we kissed hello, for a moment, the strangest look came over his face. "Sorry, babe. Gotta run to the bathroom." I said, pushing past him. I pretended to pee, then quickly cleaned my pussy, hands and face. "You okay in there?" George asked through the shut door. I jumped a little, startled at my husband's voice. "Yeah. Be out in a sec." I replied. After taking a couple of deep breaths, I opened the door with a smile. "Sorry about that. Really had to go." After kissing him again, I headed to the bedroom to change. "You're home early. Everything okay?" George entered the bedroom just as I was taking off my skirt. Something must have excited him because he pushed me over so that my hands were resting on the bed. Without saying a word, George shoved his hardened dick deep inside me. This wasn't a long and beautiful love-making session. This was fucking. I could feel his balls hitting my thighs as he grabbed my hips and really pounded me hard. My breathing became shallow as my second orgasm of the day coursed through my body. I clenched down as George shoved his member into me as deep as he could. Strands of sperm shot from his balls, filling me up. I collapsed onto the bed when George let go but not for long. He grabbed me by the arm and gently but firmly pulled me off the bed so I was kneeling on the floor. His prick was right at eye level; slimy and shiny with a combination of our juices. "Clean me." I opened my mouth and George shoved his still semi-hard dick down my throat. My taste buds tingled with the salty sweetness of our fluids. Using my tongue and lips, I cleaned George's cock until there was nothing but my saliva coating it. Looking up, I could see George smiling benignly down at me. He petted my head as he backed up. For a brief moment, I felt like his pet being rewarded for a job well done. I was still kneeling as I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. When I was totally nude, George again took ahold of my arm and pulled me onto the bed, not for sex but just relaxing. I felt so comfortable there, so safe in his arms. My hand rubbed his chest as he lazily traced patterns on to my back with his finger. We really didn't do much that night. We didn't even bother getting dressed. George had picked up some Chinese take-out for supper so he and I sat in the living room, watching Netflix and drinking wine from the bottle as we ate our chicken lo mein. George and I decided to head out of town Saturday, spending the day in the mountains and a nice romantic night at a lodge we both loved. Sunday, we hiked a trail, enjoying the view and each other before driving home. Monday came and it was a nice, normal work day as was the rest of the week. The only thing that bothered me a little was that Ella still had my panties, having never returned them. Friday, I kissed George good by as he left for another week away. Then I went and prepared myself for my work day. Just as I was about to leave, a message buzzed over my phone. It was Ella. "Is he gone?" "Yep." I texted back. "Good. Get undressed. You've called in sick today. You'd better greet me at the door totally naked." I was taken aback. How dare Ella order me about like that. We didn't get that many sick days as it was and I prided myself on how little I called in. I had half a mind to write back and tell her off. Instead, with trembling fingers, I undid my blouse and skirt and removed my undergarments, went to the living room and waited for her arrival. It didn't take long. Ella pulled up in the driveway carrying what looked like an overnight bag. I opened the door and before I could even say anything, my boss gripped the back of my head and pulled me into a deep French kiss. The door was wide open as she placed her hand right on my mound, prying my pussy open with her fingers. "Mmmmm...I knew you'd be soaked." Ella said when we broke the kiss. I just stood there, unable to speak as her magic fingers played with me. The orgasm was so close but before I could erupt, Ella stopped, dropped her bag at my feet and walked inside. I quickly shut the door, praying that no one saw us and picked up her bag, carrying it not to the guest room but to my, well our, bedroom, at least for the weekend. A giggle from the doorway caused me to turn around. "Good girl." Ella said, a smirk on her face. "I didn't even have to tell you to put my clothes in here." A little tingle coursed through me when she called me a good girl and I squeezed my thighs together to try and quell the sensations. I had no idea what was coming over me. Hell, I should have ordered out of my house right then. Perhaps even quit my job. But I just stood there as Ella sauntered up and ran right hand over my tits and caressed my mound with her left. A frown appeared on Ella's face as she ran her fingers through my pubic hair. Pinching a bit between her fingers, she yanked, causing me to wince and let out a little squeak. "We're going to have to do something about this, aren't we?" Ella said, rubbing my fur between her fingers. "Little girls don't have hair down there, do they?" I shook my head no and moaned as Ella kissed me, pinching my nipple at the same time. "Why don't you go and shave off every bit of hair down there for me and I'll give you what you need." she whispered, then gently bit my ear lobe. For the longest time, George had been on me to shave my pussy bare and I always resisted. I tried it once and it itched like crazy as the hair grew back in. Here I was though, lathering up my shaving cream and gingerly drawing the razor across my sensitive skin. I repeated the procedure a couple of more times, then looked at myself in the mirror. My pussy was bare, lips red and inflamed from desire, the fluids that were leaking out glistening in the light. Even the act of running the towel across my mons caused me to shiver. Ella was sitting in the living room, totally naked and fingering her pussy while she was looking at something on her phone. I walked over and stood in front of her, waiting while she let out a gasp. Her body froze for a moment, then she relaxed and switched off her phone before glancing up at me. Reaching out with her cunt-cream coated fingers, Ella checked how smooth my mound was. "Not bad." she said, smiling. "Spread your legs, little girl. Time for your reward." I spread them wide or so I thought. "More." Ella commanded. "A little more. Come on." she said when I opened them wider. My legs were straining and I thought I was going to fall over by the time she was satisfied. Ella rubbed her fingers through her pussy lips, gathering more of her leaking juices. Unceremoniously, she shoved her fingers up my newly shaven twat and started pumping her hand in and out. My legs started quivering from the strain of standing with them so far apart and the impending orgasm. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. Crying out as my pussy clenched down, I coated Ella's hand with my fluids just as I fell on my butt. Amazingly, she never stopped fucking me with her fingers and soon another wave washed over my body. I was shivering by the time Ella stopped, a dazed expression on my face. As I laid there on the floor, Ella probed my pussy with her foot, coating her toes with my orgasmic juices. I squirmed limply, unable to stop her assault on my over-stimulated flesh. When she'd thoroughly coated her foot with my fluids, Ella stood up and pressed her toes against my mouth. "Open wide, little girl." As soon as I did, Ella inserted her big toe into my mouth and ordered me to clean it off. Using my tongue and lips, I pretended her toe was a little cock and complied. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and soon, her foot was clean of my juices. After Ella helped me to my feet, on her order, I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. The rest of the day was spent waiting on my boss hand and. Again, on her orders, I donned my fanciest heels, four-inch red stilettoes, and that was my "uniform" for the day. With every order to prepare a light snack or pour a glass of merlot, I felt like a servant in my own home. Ella was enjoying the power she had over me as she relaxed on the chaise lounge outside on the deck. She would intimately touch some part of my body every time I brought her something; caressing my inner thigh, lightly flicking my nipples with her fingernails, running her fingertips over the smooth skin of my now denuded mons. I was relaxing on my back on the towel next to Ella's chair when she suddenly stood up and without warning, knelt down, covering my face with her pussy. I stuck my tongue out, licking her moist slit as she toyed with my breasts. The movement of Ella's fingers became rougher the closer she was to orgasm. Just as she flooded my mouth, Ella pinched both of my nipples hard, pulling and twisting them which caused me to scream into her orgasming pussy. I nearly choked on Ella's juices as another orgasm ripped through her. Finally, she let go of my now very sore nipples and rolled off my face. Shooting her my best "Ow, you fucking hurt me" face, I sat up and rubbed my tits, trying to relieve the pain. Ella giggled at my expression. "Sorry baby, but you look adorable when you pout." "That really hurt." I replied, trying to sound angry. Smiling, Ella pulled my right hand away from my breast. "Let me kiss it and make it better." she said seductively. Wrapping her velveteen lips around my titty tip, she inserted her index and middle fingers into my cunt. It was an amazing feeling. The pain from my nipple faded and melded with the pleasure from my pussy. Ella's magical fingers brought me high. I could feel the orgasm tingling in my belly, especially when she switched to suckling on my other nipple. Just as I was about to burst, Ella bit down. The fresh stab of pain, sent me over the edge and I had to cover my mouth with my hand as I let out a muffled scream. My juices coated her hand and arm as my body froze, hips raised off the ground, leg muscles taut with strain. Finally, I collapsed back onto the towel, spent. I could feel Ella's lips press against mine and my mouth opened instinctively, letting her tongue probe me. She pulled back, then inserted her fingers, the same ones that had pleasured me so much, into my mouth. I greedily licked them clean, enjoying the taste of my orgasmic fluids. The rest of day was spent enjoying each other's company; swimming in the pool, watching movies, cuddling on the couch. When it was time for bed, Ella and I didn't even bother to dress, slipping under the covers with her pressing her breasts against my back. Both of us quickly drifted off to sleep. The next morning started pretty tame. The "good morning" kiss, the bathroom cleansing routine, coffee, breakfast, lazily stretching with a contented smile. Everything seemed normal. Then Ella asked, with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her lips, "Ever try bondage?" I snorted my coffee as she'd asked mid-sip. Ella giggled. Shaking my head, I nervously took another sip. "Well, guess what, little girl. Today is another first." We finished our coffees, then Ella ordered me to use the restroom. "We don't want you to wet the bed, do we?" she asked. By the time I entered the bedroom, Ella was holding two pair of handcuffs. I hesitated for a second which was all the time she needed to grab my wrist and click on of the handcuffs on it. It was tight but not uncomfortably so. With one move, Ella pushed me onto the bed and locked the cuff to the post. In no time, my other wrist was bound the same way to the other post. I tried freeing my wrists but the cuffs held fast. So intent was I on testing my bonds, I didn't even realize Ella was rummaging through George's closet. I looked over when I heard an excited "YES!". Ella was holding two of George's ties. The red one bound my right ankle to the bed, the black on did the same to my left. I was starting to breath heavily. Fear and excitement were coursing through my body, turning me on. "Ah, shit. Must have left it back at my place." Ella said as she rummaged through her bag. "Well, I'll be back, little girl." "Wait, what!?!" I replied, panicking a bit. "You can't just leave me here tied up like this. I mean, what if something happens?" Ella paused and for a moment, I thought she was going to undo me. Instead, she said "Okay, you're right. Do you have a dildo?" Without thinking, I told her where my toy was. She grabbed it out of my lingerie drawer, gave it a slow, sensual blowjob, and, when it was nice and wet, climbed onto the bed, spread my pussy lips wide and slowly but firmly pushed it inside me before turning it on to low. Almost immediately, I could tell this would be pleasurable hell. The vibrations caused my body to twitch but, since the speed didn't increase, it kept my orgasm on simmer, not boil. The next thing Ella did was take my phone and activate a sixty-minute countdown. "Here, I'll be back before this goes off. If something happens, here is the key to the cuffs." she said, placing the key on my nightstand just out of reach. "You can tell the phone to call whomever you need to if I don't return." With that, she reached down, pinched and twisted both my nipples, causing me to yell out in pain. After throwing on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, Ella left me there to writhe in anticipation. Minutes passed like hours. I tried my bonds again, but all it did was hurt my wrists and cause the dildo vibrating inside me to press against some very sensitive places. It was getting torturous. I needed to orgasm so badly. That's when I heard the front door open. Oh, thank God! Ella was back. "Damnit Ella, get in here!" I shouted. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and sighed in relief. "Woah Sis!" Oh shit! It wasn't Ella. My eyes widened in embarrassment as my little sister Linda was standing in the doorway. "Um, who's Ella?"