Richard sat back in his chair, staring at the computer screen.

“Richard? Helloooo…are you there?”

Richard disjointedly looked up from the spreadsheet at Alex, who was sitting on the other side of the desk, “Huh, what?”

Alex laughed a little, “God man, where were you?”

Richard shook his head, “Sorry…mind was wondering.”

“I can see that,” Alex said, checking his watch, “Listen, it’s closing anyway. Let’s call it a day and just pick this up on Monday.”

Richard started closing programs on his laptop and collecting his things, “Yeah, I’m brain dead at this point.”

Sharon leaned in Richard’s office’s door and smiled to both men, “Hey fellas, a bunch of us are headed down for happy hour. Interested?”

Richard started to say something but Alex spoke up first, “Yup, be there in a few.”

“Bonus!” She said and hopped back out into the hallway.

Richard looked at Alex as he shook his head, “Don’t start again…”

“I’m sorry, bud, “ Alex said, “How can you just ignore the fact that Shar is diggin’ you?”

“Because,” Richard replied, putting his laptop in his bag, “The divorce was only a year ago and I met her in an office. I’m not making that mistake again…”

“Hey…lightning doesn’t strike twice like that. Besides, we’re not talking a lifetime commitment, just some fun with a fine sales rep.”

Richard smiled as they headed out to the elevator, “Alex, not every female co-worker is just out for fun like you seem to find.”

“Yeah well, coming from someone who needs a good time with a warm body…”

“Maybe,” Richard said, nodding to a few stray co-workers as they headed out, “Just seems like too much trouble at the moment.”

Alex shook his head as they got in the elevator, “Fuck, do I have to get you a pro?”

The elevators shut and Richard hit the lobby button, “Look, I just don’t see the point right now. Hell, I can’t believe that you and Jan tried to set me up with what’s her name last month.”

“Still bitter?”

Richard shook his head, “Nah, I’m past that.”

Alex shrugged, “You don’t open up easily, y’know?”

Richard sighed and looked at Alex, “Bitch sent me an e-mail yesterday, she’s getting married.”

Alex was silent for a moment, “Holy shit…”

“Yeah…”

“What did you say?”

“I told her to go to hell,” Richard replied.

“Will she take answer like that from you?”

“If she doesn’t, I’ll give her directions.” Alex smiled.

The elevated finally came to a stop and they left it, crossing the building’s lobby toward the bar.

Richard tapped Alex’s arm, “Hey, save me a spot, I’m gonna throw my things in the car.”

Richard hustled out, tossed his coat and bag in his car and jaunted back inside toward the bar. When he entered, the office crowd had filled a corner of the bar, linking a few of the tall bar tables together. Martinis, margaritas and tequila shots were already being consumed with a lot of laughs.

Alex waved him over to an empty seat, which just happen to have Sharon near it, “Hey, there he is!” The crowd all yelled hi as Richard sat down.

“I really need a whiskey on the rocks, Ginger,” he said to the waitress, but grabbed her elbow as she started to leave, “Better make it a double…”

“Starting early tonight, Richard?” Sharon asked after downing most of her martini.

“Yeah, something like that.”

The crowd was full of jokes and stories of the week, and soon the alcohol had even Richard all smiles and flirting. Sharon was babbling about some problem client when Richard started staring at a woman sitting at the far end of the bar. She was not particularly tall or eye-catching, but there was something about her white dress that both showed all you wanted and left enough to the imagination at the same time. She seemed to be in her late thirties…maybe early forties, dark blonde hair and a figure betraying her belief in a dedicated exercise routine. Even the casual position her hand and arm were in as she held a slowly smoldering cigarette had a certain dignity. He nearly jumped when she casually looked around the bar toward the entrance and back again, her eyes meeting his for a second.

Someone’s hand flashed in front of his face.

“Hello Richard, is anyone home?” Sharon was asking between laughs.

Richard looked back at her and Alex, although he was feigning deep interest in a conversation with Lara about good customer service skills as an excuse to stare down her low-cut blouse, “Sorry about that, I…uh…I drifted there…”

Sharon glanced over her shoulder, “Oh, I see.” When she turned back to him, her smile was a little faded, her hands cupping her martini glass more tightly.

Richard felt around his pockets, “Damn, I need to make a pit stop – be right back.” He got up and walked briskly down the little hallway to the men’s room, then made his way back to the bar and stepped up to it a few feet away from the woman he stared at.

“Hey Manny,” he said to the bartender, “Got any Camels there?”

“Yeah, hang on Richard.”

Richard glanced over at the woman, “I guess they know you here,” she said with a slight smile and a voice like silk.

“It’s the office watering hole, we all work a few floors up.”

“Oh,” she replied, still smiling. She raised her hand up to take another drag on her cigarette and Richard saw her wedding and engagement rings.

“You work around here, too?” Richard asked, playing with his money in one hand.

“No, I’m just waiting for someone,” she replied, slowly blowing a cloud of smoke away, “He’s late, as usual.”

Manny tossed a pack of cigarettes in front of Richard, “There ya go.”

Richard gave him his money, “Thanks, Man.” He turned back to the woman, “Nice chatting with you.”

“Likewise,” she said in her voice still smooth, her stature unchanged and her smile still evident.

Richard hustled back over to the office crowd, some of whom were wandering off, a few in pairs. Sharon was gone, her half-finished martini still sitting on the table.

Alex was still sitting next to Lara, who was distracted by another conversation, “Hey, what’re ya doin’ man?”

“Getting some smokes, why?”

“I think you hurt Sharon.”

Richard looked at her drink, “Yeah, well I – shit, I’ll talk to her.”

Alex leaned closer, “And damn man, you’ve no idea who you were talking to, do you?”

“What that blonde? Never saw her before.”

“Oh yeah,” Alex said, “You started here after the last holiday party.”

“Who is she?”

Alex leaned in a little closer, “That’s Trina Michaels, as in our VP Louis Michaels’ wife.”

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah, though I don’t blame you, she’s pretty righteous.”

“’Righteous?’” Richard rolled his eyes, “You’re thirty five, man, quit talking like you’re a teenager in the eighties.”

“OK, OK, I’m just saying…if you’re gonna play around that fire, it burns.”

“Nah,” Richard said, “I’ve been burnt that way already, I’m not gonna cheat with someone.”

Richard and Alex continued talking, sometimes Lara chiming in, and sometimes Richard would glance or stare at Trina. It was not long before Louis arrived and sat next to her at the bar. They still held hands, still kissed one another like they fell in love yesterday, but Trina would still take a glance over at him from time to time.

As their crowd thinned, Richard would stare at the television over the bar, seeing something about the weekend’s weather…clouds and rain from the look of it. Alex and Lara had merged into some kind of half-cuddle, half-grope session next to him. Richard stirred as the two started to get up.

“Hey buddy,” Alex said, “We’re heading out…you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are ya sure?” Lara asked between snaps of the gum she gnawed on, “Ya look like you’re in lala land.”

“I’m OK, I’m just gonna finish my drink before I hit the road.”

“All right, m’man, call ya tomorrow,” Alex said as he sauntered out with one arm around Lara’s waist, occasionally letting his hand wander down to her ass.

Richard ordered another whisky as Ginger showed up at the table again, and he drew another cigarette out of his pack. As he lit it, he watched as Louis answered his cell phone, talked on it briefly, and then kissed Trina and left the bar. Trina watched him leave, and casually glanced back at Richard. Ginger dropped off his drink as Trina stood up and walked over to Richard’s table with slow, deliberate steps. A half-smoked cigarette hung from between two fingers from a hand at her side and loosely held a sweaty glass of wine in her other hand.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked as she arrived at his table.

“Be my guest,” Richard said, motioning to the seat across the table from him.

“Thanks,” she said, and slid the chair around the table corner so she was almost sitting next to him. She placed an elbow on the table and rested her chin against her wrist, looking straight at Richard. She took a long, slow draw of her cigarette and equally slowly blew a trail of smoke away from her. She was leaning forward, her silk blouse hanging loose enough to let Richard glance at two small freckles on her one of her breasts that teasingly played hide and seek with her dress’ neckline. A heavy gold chain hanging from her neck sometimes tapped gently against her breasts, and when she sat back, it traced a line along the top of her cleavage. Her perfume was strong.

“I take it that man was your husband?” Richard asked.

Trina nodded, “Yes, that’s Louis, do you know him?”

“Of him,” Richard said taking a sip of his whisky, “He’s the head of a different department of my company. I think I met him once when I first started working there.”

Trina gracefully picked up Richard’s pack of cigarettes and drew one out, tapped it on the box and slid it into her mouth. Richard immediately pulled out his lighter and lit it. As he shut off the lighter, she reached up and took his hand. Her touch was warm and strong yet tender. Her fingers felt his palm and the back of his hand.

“You’ve strong hands.”

“I used to be a carpenter and construction worker,” he replied, gently pulling his hand back, “It paid my way through college.”

She crooked her head, eyeing him, “All that work seems to have paid off.”

Richard looked down at himself, “Thanks…gyms are good things, too.”

Trina drew slowly on her cigarette again, “Mm hm, I spend about two hours a day in one.”

“It shows,” Richard said, his eyes widening and his cheeks flushing.

Trina smiled again, taking a small sip of her wine, “Nice of you to notice.”

“Notice what?” Louis said as he rounded a corner and sat down next to Trina, taking her hand.

“Richard here and I were just comparing notes about gyms,” Trina said, stubbing out her cigarette.

Richard reached over and shook Louis’ hand, “Hi, Mr. Michaels, I’m Richard – “

Louis smiled, shaking his hand firmly, “Oh, I know who you are, Richard, call me Louis.”

“I didn’t think you’d remember me from a five-minute chat months ago.”

Trina laughed, “Louis doesn’t miss a thing!”

“I’ll watch myself in the office from now on,” Richard said.

“Bah,” Louis said, waving a hand, “I’m no monster, I just like the image…keeps everyone in line and on their toes. Never underestimate the power of draconian business tactics.”

“Right,” Richard said, “Listen, I need to excuse myself for a sec – be right back.”

“Don’t be long,” Trina said as Richard stood up and took a few less-than-sober steps down the bar and toward the men’s room. He glanced back to see Trina and Louis holding hands and laughing a little, and Trina waving a little at him as he disappeared around the corner. He took care of business, and headed back out to the table. Neither Louis nor Trina had ordered any more drinks.

“Well,” Richard said still standing, “It was nice meeting you but I – “

Louis shook his head, “Oh no, no, no…sit down, Richard, chat a little. You want another drink?”

“God, if I have another, I won’t be able to drive home,” Richard said sitting down.

“Yeah,” Louis said, “You do look a little happy there.” He sat back and then winked at Trina. “Actually, I’ve an idea. We’ve a condo just a few blocks from here. Wanna take it easy and sober up a little with us there?”

Richard started to raise his hand, “Oh…no, that’s OK…I can just relax for a little bit and hit the road.”

“No, really, it’s no big deal.”

“Yes,” Trina said, gently placing her hand on Richard’s arm and looking straight into his eyes, “We’d love to get to know you a little better.”

Richard shook his head “I really don’t – ”

“Look,” Louis said, “Just come on up for a few. The walk will do you some good anyway.”

Richard stared out the bar window for a moment and then looked back at them, “Yeah…OK.”

“Great!” Trina said.

Richard threw a few bills on the table as they stood up, but Louis picked them up and handed them back to Richard. “I don’t think so sport,” he said.

“But what about – ”

Louis smiled “I own this bar…the drinks are on me.” He turned and waved to the bartender with one hand and took Trina’s in the other.

They stepped outside and felt a cool fall breeze starting to blow around. Richard ran over to his car and grabbed his coat, and when he ran back over to Louis and Trina, she had one arm in Louis’ and directed Richard to her other side and slid her other arm in his.

“How far is your place?”

“It’s just a few blocks,” Louis said, “Our house is out in the boonies west of here, but the condo is a nice crash pad during the week. Especially when one of us is pulling long hours.”

“Yeah,” Trina said, “We’re both horrible workaholics…Louis and the company, me and my aerobics classes.”

“Classes?”

“Oh yeah,” Trina said, “I teach them everyday…sometimes on the weekends.”

Louis chuckled, “She can run circles around anyone. I swear, she just can’t stop sometimes!”

They got to their condo building and rode the elevator to the top floor. Their pad was not anything too expressive or overly decorated. Trina dropped her purse and coat on a table and strode down the hallway. The apartment was mostly fashionable furniture, some limited edition prints on the walls and one painting that Richard’s draw dropped at the sight of.

“Oh my God, is that a Picasso?”

Louis was behind a wet bar, pouring brandy into some snifters, “Yeah, it is. That’s a family heirloom. My grandfather bought that in an auction.”

Richard was stunned, “Shouldn’t this be in a museum?”

“Oh no.” Louis said, coming out from behind the bar and handing him a brandy, “We just can’t seem to part with it.”

“Part with what?” Trina asked, stepping back into the room. Her make-up and perfume were refreshed.

Louis sat down on one couch as Richard sat on the one at a right angle to his, “Richard was just admiring the Picasso.”

“Oh that,” Trina chuckled, “That thing’s going to pay for our retirement someday.”

Richard chuckled and took a sip of the brandy. He almost jumped as Trina slinked down next to him on his couch, their legs and arms touching. He tried to move over, but he was stuck on the end facing Louis, who simply sat back in a relaxed position. Richard sat back in a similar fashion, only to have Trina cozy up next to him, sipping brandy and resting her elbow on his shoulder, her chest resting on his side.

“So what do you think?” Trina asked him.

Richard looked around him, “It’s nice…very cozy.”

Louis took a gulp of his brandy, nearly finishing it.

“It took Louis forever to let me get some decent furniture in here,” Trina said, “Y’know he wanted nothing but wicker and futons in this place?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Louis said chuckling, “I never gave a damn about decorating.” He stood up, “I’ll be right back,” and he disappeared down the hallway.

Trina put her brandy down and laid her hand on Richard’s thigh, her other hand playing with his shirt collar. He tried to shift his position, but she remained where she was next to him.

“Richard, how long has it been since your divorce?” Her breath brushed against his ear.

“What?”

“You’re so uptight, so you’re either stressed about work or you’re in serious need of a good fuck.” She started running her fingers through his hair while her hand on her thigh was gently rubbing up and down it.

“Uhm, look…I – I don’t think this is right – ”

She smiled, “What’s not right?”

“Look, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hitting on me.”

“Oh no,” she replied, “Hitting on someone is when you aren’t sure what might happen. Right now, I know what’s going to happen.”

Richard started to get up but she gently held onto him, “What about Louis?”

“It’s alright,” Louis said in the hallway, “I wouldn’t be letting Trina toy with you if I didn’t approve.”

“Approve?”

“Yeah,” Trina said into Richard’s ear, her lips just barely touching it, “Louis and I have a rule about who we’re with…the other has to approve, and he knows that I want you.” Her hand slid up his thigh to his crotch. Her hand gently cupped its bulge as she continued her rubbing and caressing. “C’mon, relax,” she said as Louis sat down on the other couch on the end furthest from them, “Tell me you didn’t like looking down my dress at the bar.”

Richard opened his mouth, but did not answer as Trina gently tightened her hand on his crotch, and started kissing his neck and ear. His cock immediately grew hard as she slid her tongue in and around his ear. He placed his arm closest to her across her lap and put his hand on her hip, pulling her closer. Her other hand gripped the back of his and turned it to her, their lips touching and then locking together. Her tongue slid into his mouth and he shifted, taking the arm across her lap and wrapping it around her while his put his other hand on her hip. He played with the waistband of her jeans, running two fingers along the inside, but no more.

Their embrace grew tighter and Trina took her hand off his hardening cock and she guided his hand up to one of her breasts. There was no lacey bra to block his hand from cupping and feeling her well-rounded breast and slowly erecting nipple. He kept caressing and feeling her chest as she returned to rubbing his cock, slowly unzipping his fly and loosening his belt. She drew away the front halves of his pants and slid her hand down his briefs, curling her hand and fingers around his warm, hard cock. As she did that, he started kissing her harder, taking turns kissing and licking down her neck, up to her ear and back to mouth. He slid his other hand down her back and feel her ass. She wasn’t wearing panties.

Trina shifted them so that Richard was laying on the couch and she was on top. She undid his shirt and started pulling his pants down as he kick off his shoes and held her t-shirt so that it came off as she moved down to take off his pants. As her dress came off and his pants fell on the floor, she looked over at Louis, who remained on the other couch, rubbing hand on his crotch. She ran a hand down Richard’s chest, his stomach and then his waist. She grabbed the top of his briefs and pulled them down and off as well. Richard’s head rested on an armrest as he watched Trina first gently then harder rub her breasts against his cock. She looked at him and smiled as she kept rubbing against him.

“Baby,” Louis said, barely audible, “You’ve got to do it…”

Without a word, Trina slid down, her breasts trailing off of Richard’s cock only to be replaced by her warm, light kisses. Still propping herself over him with both arms, she gently kissed his around his cock, then slowly pressing her lips against his warm, hard shaft. She took turns kissing and tracing it with her tongue. She let her tongue slide over his balls and back up the length of his cock until she reached its head. She used one hand to lift it up and started tracing circles around the head with her tongue. She took his cock in her mouth, her warm, moist tongue and lips all around it. She would trade off sucking on it slow and then fast. Each shift accompanied by Richard’s steady moans and shivers. She would play with the head and stroke the shaft with her hand.

Trina sat up, still holding his cock with one hand while pulling her dress off. Richard shifted from his prone position to propping himself up on his elbows, and then got up as he watched her slide her dress off and drop to the floor. She laid back on the couch, her head on the armrest, one leg hanging off the couch, the other raise up on top of it.

Richard kissed and licked up her thigh, his hand already gently stroking her wet, bald pussy. He could feel her clit with one finger and gently rubbed circles around it as his mouth drew closer. He reached her pussy and slid his tongue all around it. He licked it all over, tasting her wetness and feeling all of it with his tongue. He fingered her pussy with one hand and slid the other over her breasts. He looked up to see Trina’s head turned to the side as a now naked Louis slid his hard cock into her mouth. She moaned as Richard slid his finger in and out of her warm, wet pussy while licking her clit, and Louis kept sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She reached over and stroked her husband’s cock while sucking on it. She quivered as Richard slid his tongue in and out of her pussy.

“She’s ready,” Louis said to Richard, “Take her now.”

Richard got up, and guiding with one hand, he slowly pushed the head of his hard cock into her pussy. She moaned as he guided it into her. Her moans throwing her off-rhythm as she sucked on Louis’ cock. He held his hips tight against her once he had his whole cock inside her. He moved his cock in and out of her warmth and wetness. He felt her breasts and her sucking got more intense as he started to fuck her harder. Soon he was holding her waist as he rammed his cock into her, each time his cock going in deeper, her moans making it impossible for her to keep Louis’ cock in her mouth. She stroked his cock as Richard got on top of her, fucking her hard and fast.

“Cum on her,” Louis told him.

Richard pulled out of her and stroked his cock over her as he came. He shot his cum all over her ass as Trina rubbed her pussy with her hand, her hips arcing and her moans now screams as she came with him. Louis stroked his cock until he came after them, Trina greedily licking and catching his cum in her mouth. She licked her lips and moaned after her finished and then Louis leaned over and kissed her. Richard collapsed on the other end of the couch and closed his eyes.

Trina stayed where she was as Louis walked away and came back with a warm, wet towel and cleaned her off. After a short while, she got up and took Richard’s hand, helping him get up and leading him down the hallway. The entered the bedroom where Louis was laid on the bed, his cock still hard and ready. As they walked in he shifted himself down to the foot of the bed so his legs could hang over the edge from his knees.

“Hey baby,” Trina said to him, stroking his cock with her free hand, “Are you ready for me now?”

Louis nodded.

Still holding Richard’s hand, Trina got on top of Louis, and started to rub her pussy against his hard cock. Her hips shifted back and forth as she pressed her wet pussy against him, his hands resting on her hips. She lifted her hips up and guiding it with her hand, she slid herself on top of his cock, letting it fill her pussy. She pressed a hand against his chest, leaned down and kissed Louis. She sat back up, turned and reached around to gently grab Richard’s neck, pulled him closer and kissed him. She guided him around behind her.

She looked back at him, “Richard…you take me, too…”

Richard watched as she grinded her hips into Louis, both moaning as she rode her husband, and looked back at Richard again, this time raising her ass a little toward him. Richard got close behind her and guided his hard cock to her tight ass. He slowly slid it in and then gently moved it in and out. At first he had his own pace, but soon was fucking her ass in time with Trina riding Louis. Louis had both of his hands on her hips, pushing her down harder each time. Richard was soon fucking Trina’s ass hard as she pushed herself into Louis equally hard. Trina’s moans grew louder and deeper. Soon her moans were screams as both men fucked her. Her hips swayed back and forth faster and faster until she slammed her hips hard against Louis and reached her hand to Richards back, holding him tight against her. She screamed out loud as she came, rolling her head back and around as the orgasm passed through her. A few seconds later Louis moaned as he came, and then Richard pulled his cock out of Trina and stroked it until he came on her ass.

Richard stayed the night, and the next morning used their shower, shook hands with Louis, kissed Trina good-bye and headed back to his car. He got in, savoring the beautiful Fall morning and started heading for home. He snatched his cell phone out of his coat pocket and dialed a number.

“Hi Sharon? It’s Richard. Did I wake you? Good…listen, I know this is short notice, but are you free tonight?”