Jane Fox - Swapping secretary

Bill's hand flew faster. He whipped his fist up and down and thought about filling Carole's hot throat with his cum. Her hair would tickle his balls and she would swallow him completely, sucking and licking and moaning out her pleasure.

He stiffened. His cock was almost ready to shoot. He grabbed the handkerchief he had beside him on the couch and covered the head of his cock with it. Then he was back in Carole's mouth again, imagining her pleased surprise at the amount of hot cum he would squirt right down her throat.

"Aaaaaagh!" he yelled wildly. "Here it comes, baby! Drink my hot cum! Swallow it all, every drop!"

His prick stiffened and shot its hot load right into his handkerchief. He groaned and wiped it off carefully. It wouldn't do to leave cum stains all over the couch. Rhonda would be sure to ask what had happened and he really wouldn't know what to tell her. He couldn't very well say that he had been thinking about fucking Carole Underwood and had gotten so horny that he had to beat off like some sex-starved teenager. No… he certainly couldn't tell her that.

"I can't believe it," Rhonda exclaimed, turning away from the phone with an excited smile. "Bill said he's been invited to a stag party for one of the guys at the office. He said he won't be home until late and if he gets too drunk at the party, he'll stay over at the apartment where they're throwing the party."

She giggled excitedly. "He actually told me to stay out later – and have a good time. He's never acted like that before. It's just perfect."

Tracey laughed merrily. "This is working like a dream. Now all I have to do is to call Roy with some excuse and off we go."

Just then the phone on Tracey's desk rang. She answered it and her eyes opened wide.

"Sure, honey," she said, winking at Rhonda. "You just go ahead and don't worry about me. If I get nervous about staying alone, I'll go over to Rhonda's house and sleep on her couch."

"I just can't believe it," she laughed when she hung up the phone. "Roy isn't coming home at all tonight. He and one of the guys from the office are going night fishing at the river. He's not going to be home until tomorrow."

Rhonda giggled. "Looks like tonight's the perfect night for it," she laughed. "I have a feeling we're going to have a ball."

Roy Summers hung up the phone and dialed Carole's number.

"Everything's all set," he said when she answered. "I sure hope you're right Carole. I don't want to miss a whole night's sleep for nothing!"

"I'm sure, Roy," Carole answered. "Just meet us over at Cora's apartment at seven. We'll have a few drinks and then we'll go out and play Peeping Tom. Just remember to take some things with you so it really looks like you're going fishing. Leave the rest up to me."

Cora called the liquor store and ordered a couple of bottles of scotch. She made ice cubes and straightened up her apartment. At first she had been a little upset when Carole had called and asked if they could meet at her apartment. Now the whole thing was beginning to sound like fun. At least she was in on the action this time. She could hardly wait to catch Tracey and Rhonda playing around. It sounded like a lot of fun. Carole would see that she had been right to be so suspicious. It was going to be an interesting evening.

At seven o'clock Roy pulled up outside Cora's apartment. He knocked on the door tentatively and gasped in shock when Cora came to the door. She didn't look anything like she had at the office. He had only seen her twice and both times he hadn't bothered to give her a second look. This evening it was different though. He just couldn't believe the transformation she had gone through.

Cora was wearing her hair down. She had on a pair of tight pants and a sweater and she looked ten yearn younger. She wasn't a middle-aged personnel assistant any longer. Now she was a beautiful, sexy woman.

"Hi," he gasped and followed her into the living room, noticing the way her tight pants curved around her wiggling buttcheeks. Her sweater was filled out in all the right places too. Maybe tonight wouldn't be the bummer he thought it would be.

"Thanks, Cora," he murmured, when she handed him a drink. Then he realized that he was staring at her titties and he dropped his gaze in embarrassment.

"God… please excuse the staring," he muttered. "You look so… different tonight. You really look nice with your hair down like that."

Cora laughed softly. "Thanks, Roy," she said, crossing the room to sit down in a chair opposite the couch. She felt a blush rise to her face. For some reason, Roy's compliment didn't bother her. It made her feel rather good. It was kind of pleasant to see the pleased look in his eyes when he looked at her. She hadn't had a man look at her like that for a long time. She rather liked it.

"I'm a couple of drinks ahead of you," she said. "You'd better drink fast to catch up. I think we've got a long night ahead of us."

Roy swallowed his drink obediently. He just couldn't help staring at her. Finally he cleared his mind and gulped noisily.

"Look Cora," he said. "I know I'm being out of line, staring at you like this, but you've got to admit it's a shock. You look so businesslike at the office and now you're so different. Tonight you look so…"

Roy blushed. He didn't know how to finish the sentence.

Cora threw back her head and laughed. "You think I look sexy tonight, don't you?"

"Uh… yeah! You sure do, Cora. You're a real knockout and I just didn't notice before."

Cora's eyes shined with pleasure. "Thank you, Roy," she said again. "It's really nice to be treated like a woman again. The girls at the office think I'm just an old bat."

"Oh," Roy sighed. "I don't know, how they could ever think that. You're beautiful, Cora… absolutely beautiful."

Cora smiled again. This was really fun. She was glad that she'd changed to pants and a sweater. She ought to dress like this more often. She really enjoyed the feeling it gave her to see Roy's eyes light up with admiration.

"Are you upset about Tracey?" she asked, handing him a fresh drink.

Roy took a deep gulp of his drink and set it down on the table. "I guess I'm supposed to be," he replied, grinning a little. "I'm not really though. I've gone out with a couple of women since Tracey and I've been married so I guess I can't get too mad at her for doing the same thing. You know Cora, it really would be great if we could all be honest about it and not have to sneak around. That's the think that bothers me the mast, I guess. If you're right and Tracey really is with Frank tonight, we're going to have a long talk. I'll tell her that it's alright for her to play around as long as she doesn't get bent out of shape when I do the same thing. I really think that it'll do our marriage a lot of good."

Cora sat and thought for a minute. Then she smiled. "I think you're right, Roy. If I was married I think that's how I'd feel about it. I… I just never wanted to get married though. I still don't. I just can't stand the idea of having to fuck someone all the time."

Cora blushed dark-red. She clamped her hand to her mouth and groaned. "Oh, God. I really didn't mean to say that. You must think I'm some sort of a weirdo, or something."

Roy looked puzzled. "Haven't you ever been fucked by someone you like, Cora?" he asked softly. "It sounds to me like you've never had any fun in bed."

"I haven't," Cora confessed. "I've only fucked once and it was terrible."

Words started pouring from Cora's mouth. The combination of the liquor she had drunk and Roy's sympathetic listening made her tell him the whole story. She told him all about Pete and her horrible experience with sex.

"No wonder you don't want to get married," Roy exclaimed after she finished her story. "That guy Pete sounds like a real louse."