“Tomorrow night it’s your turn,” is what she said.

Sam’s brain was playing ping pong re-living the previous evening’s events. He had had an erection practically the entire day, with images of Harper masturbating for him the last night, pulling on her nipples, slapping her own clit, fucking an invisible (and still unnamed) fantasy partner with a seven-inch, rubber dildo as a stand-in cock. He couldn’t stop wondering if she was sincere in her promise. It would not surprise him, at all, if she didn’t remember even saying it, especially since the words came as she was guiding his erection into her ass at the same time. Time would tell, but he cautioned himself not to get his hopes up; Harper would do as she pleased. She always did.

In any case, the upcoming evening had possibilities as Harper and Sam were going out to dinner with Harper’s office staff. Harper was Vice President of her company and oversaw several offices, but the one in town was the most fun, and the get-togethers were usually a good time. Sam figured if he kept Harper’s margarita glass full, he might be able to at least coerce a blow job out of her later.

Sam had been to a number of these types of dinners so he knew the employees quite well. The local branch was all girls, except for Jake, the gay Branch Manager, all between twenty and thirty years old, and all of them attractive.

Miranda was twenty-five, married, carried an extra twenty-five pounds but carried it confidently, and was a pretty girl who drank a lot as long as it was free (Harper was footing the bill tonight). When plied with alcohol, she would get loud and clingy after dinner.

Stefanie was a skinny Latina, quiet, but not a wallflower, very attractive twenty-two-year-old who was good at her job but had only been with the company a few months. Sam figured she was just keeping her head down for the time being and suspected she might be a lot of fun underneath it all.

Then there was Shannon. Oh, Shannon. Twenty-nine, blonde, bubbly, and athletic, Shannon was the life of nearly any type of party. She was just as good at polite conversation about current events and manicures as she was analyzing the defensive backfield of the Buffalo Bills. She never talked politics, could deliver a joke, and could really work a room. Shannon’s smile sparkled, and she had a body that made men’s eyes follow her wherever she went. These men were forgiven by their wives and girlfriends, however, as the wives and girlfriends were watching her, too. Everyone would have liked to spend a night with Shannon, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

The time to leave was approaching. Sam had taken the dog out as he usually did before he and Harper went out and then headed for his closet to select his clothes for the evening. He could hear the shower running through the slightly ajar bathroom door. His thoughts again boomeranged back to last night, and he couldn’t help but inch closer to the door. He couldn’t see her, but the whimpering sounds and heavy breathing coming from the shower stall prompted his hand to reach for his rapidly swelling cock. Harper’s breathing had progressed to panting, and, before long, a prolonged guttural moan told Sam that she had just intensely climaxed. He would have joined her had he known she would be pleasing herself and hadn’t finished before his window closed.

His clothes were laying on his side of the bed, and he had resumed his task of getting ready when Harper emerged from the bathroom clad in her bathrobe. Sam began to stiffen again knowing the robe was the only thing she was wearing. She seated herself on the chaise in the corner of the room and began to apply body lotion to her shapely legs, slowly and deliberately starting at her feet and moving up to her calves.

“The girls will all be there tonight, you know,” Harper offered, starting a little small talk.

“Uh-huh,” Sam replied, fidgeting with his clothes while enjoying watching Harper.

“It’s always interesting to see what they’ll be wearing,” She continued as her lotioned palms moved up to her knees.

“Always,” Sam agreed, wondering how much leg Harper would show him, knowing she had just made herself cum.

“Especially Shannon. She’s adorable, don’t you think?” Harper’s eyes were twinkling as she applied more black cherry/vanilla lotion in her palm and ran it up the inside of her thigh, her robe opening just enough for a better view for Sam.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Sam’s mind was busy watching the seductive woman in the chair.

Harper smiled, fully in control.

“You heard me. What do you think of Shannon?”

Sam weighed telling the truth versus staying quiet.

“I don’t think you want to know what I think,” Sam chuckled.

“What if I did?” Harper's fingers had reached her pussy.

“Did what?” Sam said genuinely, too preoccupied to truly absorb the question.

“Come over here. I want to hear your thoughts on Shannon,” Harper instructed, now leaning back on one elbow, the other hand’s fingers grazing her slit.

Sam could not hide the erection tenting his boxers as he walked over to her.

“I know you think she’s hot, and I think so too,” Harper sat up as Sam was now facing her.

Harper spoke slowly and sexily, eyes locked with Sam’s.

“You would love to fuck her, I’ll bet.

“Have you thought how her hand would feel on your cock,” she teased, reaching inside his underwear. The moist, lubricated hand felt amazing on his shaft.

Sam’s eyes were on Harper, but he couldn’t help but think of Shannon’s body.

“And, I’ll bet you’ve wondered how hard her young, firm, perky nipples get,” Harper continued in a hushed voice, guiding Sam’s fingers to her own erect bud while increasing the rhythmic pumping of his erection.

Sam was now at full attention, but not sure he could speak.

“Your hard-on tells me you’ve thought plenty about how much fun it would be to play with her, haven’t you?” Harper whispered, now sitting up and slowly pulling Sam’s shorts down, cupping his balls with her palm. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading for him to answer. “And how it would feel for her lips to wrap around your dick…” Harper's voice trailed off as she guided Him into her eager mouth.

It suddenly dawned on him that she was repaying the “Free Fantasy Card” that he allowed her the night before. What the hell, he thought.

“Yes, but I think about how much fun it would be for us to play with her,” he gambled, remembering how adamant she was against a real threesome.

“Hmmm,” Harper returned, “and? Should I play with her nipples and make them hard for you?

“Would you like to watch her make me cum with her tongue in my pussy?” Harper squeezed Sam’s now-throbbing shaft, and he watched as she lapped the pre-cum from his tip, licking her lips when she finished. She knew he was close to losing it, but she kept up the verbal assault.

“Close your eyes,” came the instructions, “and let Shannon show you how bad she can be.”

Sam obeyed, his entire body beginning to shake, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. In his mind it was young, horny Shannon he imagined as he felt the wetness of Harper’s mouth suck in his left testicle. The ache and ecstasy were about all Sam could take.

His eyes still closed, Shannon ran her tongue slowly all the way up his shaft, then engulf the head of his cock and slid her mouth all the way down again.

“I want, need you to cum in my mouth,” she said, seductively, now pumping him with one fist.

Sam’s balls tightened and he could feel his load begin to erupt. He did his best to hold back, but he felt Shannon’s finger momentarily teasing his anus, and the sensation of her digit slipping up inside to her first knuckle was too much to bear. Sam’s sphincter stretched as Shannon’s finger went deeper. Intense, hard spurts of his cum shot into her mouth as she wiggled her finger in and out, fucking his ass hole while he unloaded, his whole body trembling while the young blonde swallowed. Sam grabbed both sides of her face, ensuring her head could not pull away as he came hard into the back of her throat like he never had before.

Spent, Sam’s body began to relax as the last of his ejaculate landed on Harper's cheek. Using the collar of her robe, Harper wiped her face and smiled.

“Get dressed,” Harper instructed softly with a smile, “let’s go see what the girls are wearing…”

To be continued…