Rosemary pulled over into a convenience store parking lot and pulled the pager from her purse, noting it was a different number on the display. She nervously glanced around, took her phone out, and called the number.

“Good morning, Rose.”

“Good morning.”

“I will be out of the office for a few days. I will be back late afternoon on Monday and expect to see you that evening.”

“After work?”

“Yes. I will give you the address when we talk Monday. You do want to see me, don’t you?”

“Yes... but in the evening it’s not easy.”

“I am sure you can arrange it. We will talk again Monday.”

The call ended and Rosemary put the phone in her purse. She was disappointed that she would not see him, concerned about his request, and excited at the prospect of spending an evening with him. Ideas of how to arrange an after-hours meeting with him ran through her head, trying to think of a plausible excuse. She arrived at work and was in the elevator when she remembered that Monday was library club, and Bernie knew she would be attending, so she had a reason to be going out.

The day went by quickly, and she had been sure to clean his office as usual. Cheryl had not said anything, and Rosemary wanted to avoid revealing that she knew he was away. She put away her cart and walked to the break room, thinking about what to make for dinner, when Marcus appeared.

“Hello, Rosemary,” he grinned.

“Hello, Marcus.”

“I was hoping to see you today,” he said as he walked up to her.

She put her hands up on his chest when he grabbed her hips and pulled her close.

“No, Marcus. That was fun and all, but I don’t think we should do anything more.”

“Oh, I think we should,” he growled.

His hands cupped her ass and he pushed his crotch into her, his hardened cock pressing against her belly. She found herself pressed against the lockers.

“Look, Marcus, I… “

He put his finger to her lips.

“Shh,” he whispered.

His finger ran over her lips gently, circling them as he ground his cock against her, and Rosemary felt the heat of arousal. He slipped the finger into her mouth, moving it back and forth slightly, and whispered in her ear.

“I want you to suck my cock.”

She tried to shake her head no when he pulled his finger away, but he began kissing her neck and groping her breasts. She could feel his hard cock, long and thick, pressing into her.

“You know you want to,” he whispered. “You want to suck my big black dick.”

“Marcus…” she moaned. “I… I…”

He grabbed her hand and pulled it to his crotch, putting it on the hard bulge, and moved it up and down.

“Yeah, feel how hard you make that big dick,” he growled. “With your juicy ass and tight little cunt. You were a good fuck, and I am sure you suck good, too.”

The feeling of his big cock in her hand and his lusty desire for her crumbled her resolve, and Rosemary pictured his cock in her mouth. Her level of arousal was increasing by the second.

“You a fucking sexy bitch,” he praised as he kissed her neck. “I been hard all day thinking about you.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, putting her hand on it.

“See? Hard as fucking iron thinking about you.”

She looked down the swollen cock in her hand, the dark skin stretched tight, and knew she was going to suck it.

“In the bathroom,” she croaked.

Marcus grinned and led her to the men’s bathroom and into a stall, closing the door behind them. Rosemary sat on the toilet seat and watched him undo his pants, pulling them down to his knees, and his swollen prick bobbed in front of her face.

She took it in her hands and stroked it, loving the smooth feel of the thick pole, and focused on the fat tip. Her tongue flicked out and she licked it a few times before swirling her tongue over it. Marcus moaned in response and she ran her tongue along its length, down to his hefty balls, and then back up to the fat tip. Her mouth travelled over it, tip to trunk, and she grasped it tightly around the base, kissing, licking, and rubbing while his moans filled her ears.

She took it into her open mouth and sucked, managing to get almost half his length in while she bobbed back and forth. Her hands began pumping the thick shaft and she felt him moving his hips.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Suck my fucking dick.”

His words added to her arousal and she began to suck vigorously.

“That’s it, suck it good… oh yeah, suck that big dick, bitch.”

She cupped his big balls with one hand and pumped his shaft with the other while she sucked, feeling the thick cock throb and pulse as he was close to climax. The thought of making him cum had her highly aroused.

“Fuck, yeah, going to fill that pretty mouth,” he groaned. “Suck it, suck it, just like that…”

The heavy spurts hit her throat and her cheeks bulged out when he came, filling her mouth with a huge load of hot cum. Streams pushed past her mouth, too much to handle, and ran down her chin. She pulled away, swallowing and gasping, looking at cum dripping from his glistening cock. She took it into her mouth again, sucking until he was empty, and then rubbed it over her chin while smiling up at him.

“Damn, you good,” he chuckled. “Hoo, that was a big fucking load.”

She chuckled and nodded in agreement, dropping his softening cock and wiping her chin. Marcus tugged his pants up and tucked himself away, zipping up while Rosemary grabbed some toilet paper and wiped her face and hands.

“I want to get you in my bed,” he told her. “You gonna come over one day and we really gonna fuck!”

“I don’t think so,” she replied. “I… I can’t keep doing this.”

“Just once, and then I leave it up to you if you want more.”

“Maybe,” she replied.

Marcus left the stall and she heard the bathroom door close when he left. She wiped a few drops from her pants, then checked her face and shirt in the mirror before going to her locker and grabbing her things.

*****

Saturday morning found Rosemary in the boutique she had seen advertised, a specialty shop dealing with lingerie, undergarments, and fashionable clothes. The women had been very helpful, ensuring she picked out items that fit her properly and suited her body shape, and had even her model a few things. At first embarrassed, she soon became comfortable, and even felt sexy and desirable, as she tried on and showed off a few of the chosen items.

Once home she carried the numerous bags to the bedroom, beginning to lay them out on the bed, and happened to look at her closet. She paused for a moment, decided to get a few trash bags, and began to sort through everything in the closet and her dresser drawers. Anything old or worn out she tossed into bags for the trash, anything in good condition that she just didn't need or want went into others for the thrift shop drop bin. Soon she had lots of space to put away her new clothing.

Bra and panty sets in a range of bright colors, dresses, skirts, tops and a few pairs of jeans were all sorted, folded, and put away. She had purchased two sets of black nylon stockings, thigh high, and one set of red with a waist corset and garters. Those she tucked away under her t-shirts and tops. The rest went into her underwear drawer and were covered with the white cotton granny panties she needed every month.

Once done she went into the washroom and stripped down, looking at herself in the mirror, and turned on the new trimmer she had bought. One woman had commented on her bush, recommending that she trim it really well and leave a small patch instead of shaving everything. She held her breath as the trimmer buzzed and the hair fell, and decided she was very pleased with the results once she was finished.

She went into the bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door. She felt good about herself, how her breasts were still full and somewhat firm, how her hips curved out from her waist, and how cute her pussy looked with its fresh trim. She stroked the patch of fuzz gently, and wondered what Bernie would think. She was sure that Mr. Brandon would approve, and the thought of Marcus crossed her mind for a moment.

Her fingers stroked slowly as she looked at herself, and wondered why it was only now that men found her so desirable. She had always had a nice figure, even if her thighs were thick and her bum big, and she wasn't any prettier than when she was younger. The attraction to Mr. Brandon seemed to have started it, she mused. Maybe because she was so aroused by him and felt hornier than ever men were picking up on it? Maybe thinking about, and having, so much sex suddenly gave her a horny slut vibe? She giggled at her assumptions and decided to just accept the fact that men, other than Bernie, desired her. She certainly enjoyed the result so far.

The garage door was opening, signaling that Bernie was home, and she decided to give him a little show. She slipped on the blue bra and panty set, touched up her makeup, and put her robe on before heading to the kitchen. Bernie was placing groceries on the counter and gave her a smile.

"Still in your robe? I thought you were going shopping today?"

"I did go shopping," she replied with a sly grin. "Want to see what I bought?"

"Sure."

She undid the sash and opened the robe. Bernie stared with his mouth open and dropped the can of corn on the floor, ignoring it while it rolled under the table, and a smile formed.

"Wow! You look fantastic!"

Rosemary grinned and slipped the robe off, laying it on a chair, and put her hands on her hips. She slowly turned a circle, showing off her hips and ass, then stood still and smiled. She could feel the heat of his arousal and lust, and it aroused her.

"Fuck, you look so hot..."

Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in his jeans, his cock now straining against the zipper. She stepped towards him and ran her finger over the bulge while whispering in his ear.

"I have another surprise for you. Would you like to see it?"

"Fuck yes," he croaked hoarsely.

Bernie's mind was reeling. He always found her sexy and desirable, but this was blowing his mind. She oozed sex appeal and her smile said FUCK ME. Her normally soft bedroom eyes burned bright with desire, and he was as hard as he could ever be. Rosemary took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. He couldn't take his eyes off of her ass, plump and firm in the bright blue, undulating as her hips churned in front of him.

She paused in front of the bed and told him to sit on the edge. He did as she asked and watched as she turned away. Rosemary looked at him over her shoulder and wiggled her ass at him, and his hands moved to grab it, stopping inches away. She giggled and pulled one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other, and asked him to undo the clasp. He leaned forward with trembling fingers and managed to fumble it open, and she let it drop to the floor.

Bernie's cock ached, it was full, hard, and trapped in his jeans. She moved her shoulders up and down, allowing him to the sides of her boobs jiggling, and bent over slightly with her thumbs hooked in the waist of the panties. They slowly pulled the material down, exposing her full cheeks and glistening pout, and she stepped out of them. She let the panty dangle on her finger for a moment, then dropped it on the floor next to the bra. She put her hands on her hips once more and slowly turned around, showing him her nude body, and gave him a sexy smirk.

Bernie's eyes went from her smile to her tits, the dropped down to the little trimmed patch on her pussy, and he let out a deep breath. He was incredibly aroused and almost too stunned to speak.

"My god, you are so beautiful, Rosemary," he blurted.

"You like it?" she asked teasingly.

"I fucking love it!" he replied and dropped to his knees in front of her.

He grabbed her by the hips and leaned his face close, rubbing his nose in her fuzz before giving the top of her slit a lick.

"Eat my pussy, Bernie," she moaned.

Bernie craned his neck as she parted her legs and jammed his tongue into her folds. His mind was flooded with lust and desire, wanting to taste her and please her. She put her arms back and leaned on the dresser, pushing her cunt into his face, and tilted her head back. One hand slid up and groped her breast, squeezing it while his tongue lapped at her wet pussy, and Rosemary pictured Mr. Brandon licking her to orgasm. She held his head tight to her and rubbed her pussy against his face as her climax approached.

"Oh, yes... eat my pussy... make me cum.." she moaned.

Bernie intensified his effort and sucked her engorged clit between his lips. She moaned loudly as she climaxed, her body vibrating from the intensity of the orgasm, and Bernie's face became soaked with her juices. She held his face tight to her until the orgasm waned. Rosemary leaned her head forward and looked down at him, running her fingers through his hair, and smiled.

"Stand up and get those clothes off," she demanded. "I want to suck your cock."

Bernie jumped up and stripped his clothes off, tossing them aside as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She grasped his cock and smiled up at him before giving it a long, slow lick with her flattened tongue, making Bernie groan with pleasure, and suddenly it was Marcus's black cock in her hand. She licked, slurped, and sucked him, cupping his balls and moaning, driving Bernie wild. He grabbed her hair and pumped his cock into her mouth, surprising her, and looked down at her with a sexy sneer.

"Fuck, baby, suck that cock," he growled.

His sudden aggression turned her arousal up.

"Oh, suck it... yeah, fucking lick it, too," he demanded.

Suddenly it returned to being Bernie's cock in her mouth, and she did as he asked with frenzied passion.

"Suck my balls, too," he blurted out.

Rosemary pulled her mouth off, took in a gulp of air, and proceeded to do something new. She licked and sucked his balls, taking one at a time into her mouth, while Bernie groaned in approval.

"Oh, fuck yeah.."

She pumped his cock with one hand and slipped the other between her legs, her pussy on fire with the need to cum again, and rubbed herself while she feverishly licked the head and shaft of his swollen cock.

"Oh fuck... I'm going to cum in your face, baby!"

His cock exploded, his aching balls pumping streams of cum across her face while she jerked his cock vigorously. With his head leaned back and his hands still wrapped in her hair, Bernie let out a huge groan, and the huge orgasm made his legs shake. He looked down with an evil smile on his face and took in the sight of his last spurts covering her cheek and dripping onto her tits. Rosemary smiled up at him, awed at the powerful and huge climax he enjoyed, and reveled in the feeling of his hot cum running all over her face.

"Suck it some more," he growled.

She happily took him in her mouth again, sucking the last drops out, and feeling the same euphoric slutty energy that she felt with the others. This time it was her husband that had her so turned on, feeling so uninhibited, sexy, and desired. She pulled her mouth off and looked at him with a proud smile.

"Get on the bed," he told her.

She climbed on the bed and lay on her back, reaching up to wipe her chin, and his hand grabbed her wrist.

"Leave it," he growled. "Suck me hard again."

He hung his still nearly-hard cock in her face and tapped her mouth with the tip before rubbing it across her face. He ran it back and forth, spreading out the greasy slick mess across her cheeks and chin, and reached his hand between her legs. He jammed his fingers into her and began fingering her before grabbing her hair with his other hand and pulling her head forward.

"Suck it, baby... make me hard so I can fuck that cute pussy!"

Rosemary took him in her mouth and sucked him, excited by his aggression and his fingers, and he brought her to orgasm in minutes.

"That's it, cum for me," he growled. "Cum with my cock in your mouth."

She did. The orgasm was intense, causing her to close her thighs tight on his hand, and she quivered with his cock touching her throat. She could feel the throbs in it as her orgasm subsided, pulsing just as Marcus's had, and prepared to take his load down her throat. Instead, he pulled his cock out, pushed her thighs apart, and climbed between her legs.

He shoved his cock in her and leaned his head to her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth, and began fucking her. She heard the little pop when he pulled his lips off her engorged nipple, and he moved his face close to hers.

"You are so fucking hot, baby," he grunted. "Face full of cum and your tight pussy full of cock."

"Oh, Bernie," she moaned.

"I love fucking you, baby," he growled.

He moved one hand up to her chest and grabbed her swaying breast, kneading it as he pumped his cock into her. His sweaty hand slipped and ended up on her throat. Rosemary moaned in pleasure and Bernie knew by the look on her face that she liked it. He kept his hand there and gently squeezed.

"You like that, baby?"

Rosemary moaned in approval, finding herself caught up in the erotic frenzy. This was not just physical pleasure, this had emotion and connection, a passion she hadn't felt in years. She looked into Bernie's eyes, seeing the man she fell in love with, the man who made her feel whole, and experienced one the most intense orgasms she ever had.

Bernie watched as her eyes rolled back and she shook, her pussy squeezing his shaft tightly, and stopped thrusting with his cock buried inside of her. She quivered, her whole body vibrating, and let out a loud gut-wrenching groan. She suddenly went limp, and Bernie took his hand away in concern.

"Baby? Baby, are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded her head and smiled.

"Yeah, sooo good," she moaned. 'Give... give me a minute, Lover."

Bernie smiled. She hadn't called him that in years, and he loved the sound of it. He slipped his cock out and moved next to her, letting her close her thighs together and roll onto her side. He lay behind her and cradled his cock in the crack of her cheeks, laying his hand on her firm hip, and waited. After a few minutes passed he felt her move, pushing herself against his erection, and gave her thigh a squeeze. He pushed on her hip and rolled her onto her stomach, whispering in her ear.

"Get that big, beautiful ass in the air so I can fuck you."

She giggled and moved her legs up, pushing her ass in the air, and he moved in behind her. He looked at her glistening pout and stroked his cock, loving the look of her big ass and pouty cunt, and got into position. He pushed inside and thrust hard, driving himself into her, and grabbed her hips tight.

"Oh, fuck me, Lover," she moaned.

He did. He fucked her furiously, full of lust, desire, and love, driving himself into her as they groaned and grunted, gripping her hips tight as he erupted again and poured his hot load into her hungry cunt. He squeezed her cheeks, pulled his softened cock out, and collapsed in a heap on the bed beside her. Rosemary straightened her legs out and sunk into the bed, still feeling the effects of her earlier orgasm, and buried her face in the pillow.

*****

Bernie was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them. He knew someone was responsible for this sudden change in Rosemary. The sudden increase in arousal and sex, the new outfits, particularly the underwear, combined with doing different things sexually all added up to an affair. Toss the pay increase, bonus, and suddenly working late into the mix and it all points to her boss being the catalyst. He knew the signs all too well.

His mind floated back in time, almost eleven years, and the image of Lillian appeared. Short, plain, pudgy Lillian, the married woman a few years older than he was that worked in the front office. She was always friendly with Bernie, and after a few drinks one night after work they had fucked in his car. She admitted that he was only her second lover, having married at a young age to her high school sweetheart, and craved the attention and experience of another man.

One fuck in the car led to blow jobs at lunch, hand jobs at break, fucking in the parking lot, and a lot more. She had changed, wearing skirts more often and changing her hair. She lost a little weight and soon was doing anything Bernie wanted, much more than she would ever do with her husband, including a threesome with him and Rudy. He had taken her to Rudy's place one afternoon, when he was supposed to be out golfing, and after a few drinks she took them both on. It had been an afternoon of her sucking and fucking the two of them, and when he dropped her off at her car that evening she had blown him one more time. It had all ended when her husband caught her fucking the neighbor and filed for divorce.

The image of her sucking Rudy while he pounded her from behind had stuck in his head, and he had fantasies about doing the same with Rosemary. The idea of sharing her, watching her suck another man's cock and get fucked, turned him on immensely. The few times he had mentioned it, covered as a joke, had been met with giggles and reluctance. He recalled the night of drunken, intense fucking they had on vacation one year, where he talked to her about being shared and stuck his fingers in her mouth while he fucked her.

"Just imagine, two cocks to suck, two to fuck, two men sharing your beautiful pussy..." he had teased.

She had been turned on, moaning and talking about being a slut, and got on her hands and knees beside him. She sucked his cock in a sloppy frenzy while he rammed two fingers in and out of her cunt, finger fucking her to orgasm and filling her mouth with a huge load. She had collapsed on the bed, out of energy, and the next day pretended it never happened. He was disappointed when she didn't want him to mention it again.

Bernie looked over at her as she slept. He wasn't afraid of losing her, but if she was going to be a slut, she would be his slut. His cock was hard again and he stroked it while he pictured her boss fucking her on his desk, or her on her knees sucking his cock like she had sucked him.

He rolled onto his side and put his hand between her thighs, lifting her leg enough to get his fingers in her folds, and played her until she was wet. He lifted her leg higher and moved himself into position so he could slip his cock into her. She let out a little moan as he pushed inside, and another when he began slowly thrusting, and pushed her ass back against him.

“0h, yes…” Rosemary moaned softly.

He pumped his cock in and out slowly, a few dozen strokes, and filled her pussy with cum, groaning quietly as he emptied his balls. He slipped out and let her leg down, hearing her mumble incoherently and say the name Marcus, and rolled onto his back.

He loved Rosemary, he loved fucking her, and he liked the life they had together. Bernie decided that if a little side action kept her happy and horny he was okay with it - as long as he got what he wanted as well. He pat her ass and closed his eyes, the image of her being spit-roasted in that blue underwear fading away as he fell asleep.

When Rosemary woke up, she realized she was wet and sticky with cum, and Bernie was on his back with his cock laying against his belly. She touched it and found it wet, fresh with cum not even crusted yet, and put her head back on the pillow. She deduced that he had fucked her while she slept, and that it wasn't a dream, and she hoped she hadn't said anything out loud. In her dream, it had been Marcus fucking her, his long, thick cock massaging her insides, the first time he had entered her dreams. She fell back asleep confident that she had not said his name.

Bernie woke up to find the bed empty. He slipped into the bathroom, took a piss, and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if Marcus was Mr. Brandon's name. He returned to the bedroom and pulled on his sweatpants, then wandered into the kitchen. Rosemary was sitting at the table in her robe, slicing a lemon for her tea.

"Good morning, Lover," she purred. "You were something last night."

"So were you," he replied with a smile.

He poured himself a mug of coffee from the pot on the counter and sat at the table across from her. He could see the swell of her breasts and smooth white cleavage, and wondered if this Marcus had busted a nut on them. The idea aroused him even more, and Rosemary gave him a curious smile when she saw the odd grin on his face.

"A penny for your thoughts," she offered with a smile.

Bernie took a sip from his mug and leaned forward in his chair, resting the mug on the table between his hands.

"Who is Marcus?"