The Lesson

Bill Williams was sitting at his desk lost in thought as he stared at his
computer screen when he heard a soft, feminine voice say, "Bill?"

He looked up and said, "Hi, Laurie. What can I do for you?"

"Is now a bad time?" she asked.

"Oh, no. Come on in."

Laurie James closed the door behind her before sitting in the armchair
opposite his desk. "I have something very personal to discuss with you," she
said. She was blushing and looking at her lap. She brushed away some
invisible lint, straightened her skirt, and looked up at him. "It's about
sex."

Her eyes held his and now it was his turn to blush. He knew she knew he had
a crush on her-the kind of crush a thirty-eight-year-old divorced man can
develop for a vivacious and attractive twenty-four-year-old subordinate.
Yes, they flirted. Yes, he had masturbated at night thinking about her. And,
yes, she had a crush on him, too-the kind a girl gets for a favorite uncle
or an admired and respected friend, where it's romantic with a tinge of sex.
But nothing had ever happened between them.

"Sex?" he said. Oh, how, he wished his voice had been more controlled and in
charge.

"Sex," she replied. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "You see, I
caught Mike cheating on me." Tears formed in her eyes and one ran down her
cheek. She brushed it away with one red-tipped finger. "And he admitted it
wasn't the first time. I don't understand why. I try so hard to please him."
Her shoulders began to shake and she lowered her head. Bill heard her sob
and waited.

She looked up iron eyed and steel jawed. "If I was your wife, would you
cheat on me?' she asked.

"No," he said.

"Are you sure?" she demanded.

"I think so, but I'm not him and I haven't been with you. I mean..."

"Some women use sex as a weapon, like your ex," Laurie said.

"Yeah. Like that."

"I don't. I've never denied him anything. I love sex. All kinds of sex. I'm
a hot little slut in bed, but only for him. For my man."

"He's a lucky man," Bill said almost to himself.

"Apparently, he doesn't think so," she snapped. She jumped from the chair
and paced back and forth until she came to rest looking out the window. She
turned to face him with her arms crossed under her breasts and her eyes hot
and angry. "Mike and I made a pact, an agreement. I am going to have an
affair with the man of my choosing. Then we'll put his cheating behind us
and move on with our lives."

She turned and looked out the window again. Bill's hand shook as he took a
gulp of the soda pop from the can on his desk. In a flash, Laurie towered
over him, making him lean back to look up into her glowering face. She
kissed him, kissed him hard with her hands holding his head and her tongue
deep in his mouth. She stepped away.

"I choose you," she said.

He blinked rapidly as his mind whirled. "This isn't real," he thought. "It's
not happening and in a moment I'll wake up."

"Well?" she said.

"Pinch me to see if I'm dreaming," he joked.

She gave his ear a nasty pinch. He yelped and rubbed his ear furiously. She
giggled, hands over her face. Then she began to laugh. In seconds, tears
were running down her cheeks and she fell to her knees holding her sides.

"Oh, God, Bill, I wish I had a video of this. Your face is priceless. Yes,
this is real. Yes, I want an affair with you." Her expression was serious
and intent now. "And I want the affair because I want you, not just to pay
him back."

"I want you, too," he said.

"I know you do. I know you want me so badly you ache inside. That's one
reason I want you. A woman likes to know a man wants her." She grinned. "Do
you masturbate thinking about me?"

He nodded.

"Me, too," she said. She gasped astounded she revealed her secret. She
blushed as she jumped to her feet and ran to the chair where she sat like a
bad little girl with feet primly together and hands folded in her lap.

She looked up at him when he arose and held his eyes as he walked to her.
Her eyes fluttered shut when he leaned over her and her lips parted to meet
his. The kiss wasn't like their first, the one she gave him that was angry
and demanding. It was soft and sweet and full of lust, making her moan from
inside.

"Now," he said.

"Not now. This weekend. All weekend. Come to our apartment after work
Friday."

"I don't want to wait," he said.

"We have to. I want to do this my way." She smiled at me-a loving, but
teasing smile-soft and sexy, sweet with a hint of ginger. "It's only three
days."

Three days is an achingly long time when you spend eight hours a day in her
presence, when you interact and work together, when she looks at you
sometimes with no more expression than an co-worker and other times with a
knowing gleam. Of course, Bill beat off at night as he thought of her.

Bill was at their apartment at six on the dot with a bouquet for her. When
Mike opened the door, he was stunned. "Come on in," Mike said. His tone
wasn't gruff or angry. If anything, it was excited, which surprised Bill
even more. Over Mike's shoulder, Bill saw Laurie coming from the hall.
Freshly scrubbed, she wore a bathrobe and her feet were bare.

"Hi, Bill," she said brightly. She walked into Bill's arms and kissed him
before taking the flowers and handing them to her husband. "Put these in the
tall vase," she said as if to a servant. She took Bill's hand, gently tugged
him into the room, and shut the door behind him.

"Let me tell you the rest of it. I want Mike to watch us. If that's a
problem and you don't want to do this, I'll understand," she said. But the
robe was gaping and Bill could see her right breast with its large and
engorged nipple.

"No problem," he said.

"Thanks, Bill," Laurie said. She looked at her husband who was watching them
wide-eyed. "Go get ready as we agreed," she said. They watched him disappear
down the hall. Laurie took Bill's hands in hers and said, "The setting is
for him. This is my retribution and his lesson. But I want you to know-you
must understand-that I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want you."

"I think I know that," Bill said.

"Don't think you know. Actually know. If I wasn't married, I would have hit
on you long ago, maybe the day we met." Bill smiled. "It's true, but I am
married. This weekend is a unique situation. I'll never do it again. That
doesn't mean I won't want to do it. It means I won't."

"Understood," Bill replied.

"Have you ever played with bondage?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

"As dom or sub?" There was a twinkle in her eye.

"Dom usually. Sub occasionally."

"Mike's always been the dom, but tonight I am tying him to a chair. Come
with me," she said.

Bill followed her down the hall to the master bedroom where Mike stood at
attention by a large and imposing straight chair. He was naked except for
briefs and leather restraints buckled around his ankles and wrists. Short
chains dangled from the D-rings on the restraints. Mike's eyes were wide
with excitement and his hard cock bulged under the thin white cotton.

"Sit," Laurie commanded and Mike did.

He licked his lips as Laurie knelt by the chair, pulled his foot outside the
front chair leg, wrapped the chain around chair leg, and fastened it. She
did the same with his other foot before standing and walking behind the
chair. Without being told, Mike folded his arms behind him. Laurie used the
chain to fasten his right wrist to the left rung on the back and his left
wrist to the right rung, binding him with his arms crossed. Laurie took a
ball gag, shoved the ball deep into his mouth, and buckled it tightly behind
his head.

She took Bill's hand and led him back into the living room. She went to the
cupboard, pulled out the Johnny Walker, and two glasses. "Want one?" she
asked.

"Please," Bill said. He watched her as she poured two stiff shots of Scotch,
and added two ice cubes and a splash of water. She handed him a glass and
sat on the couch. He sat beside her.

They didn't speak. She was lost in her own thoughts and he studied her. Her
watched as she downed her drink and went to the bar to make another. She sat
down again, watching the brown liquid in the tumbler in her hand, her face
severe. Suddenly, she downed her drink, abruptly stood, and extended her
hand. "Time to fuck," she said.

He took her hand and gently tugged until she sat by him again. He held both
her hands and said, "You don't really want this, do you?"

"Of course," she snapped. "I told you I wanted to fuck you."

"I believe you, which is probably just my own fantasies, and I want to fuck
you, as you well know. I meant you don't want it this way with him tied to a
chair and watching us." She didn't reply and her face was blank. "This isn't
you. It's not the way you love, is it?" She shook her head. "Who suggested
this lesson for him as you called it?"

"He did," Laurie said quietly.

"He's getting off on it. You're not. What kind of lesson is that?" Bill
asked.

She exploded, screaming in rage and throwing the glass to shatter in a
million pieces against the kitchen cabinets. She ran toward the bedroom and
Bill was right behind her.

Mike was slumped in the rocker when they entered. Laurie grabbed Mike's
crotch. "He came. The bastard came in his shorts." Laurie slumped back to
plop on the edge of the bed and stare at her husband. "That's what this is
all about, isn't it? You've always wanted me to fuck someone else as you
watched. All this was nothing more than manipulation to get me to do what
you wanted."

Mike blushed and hung his head. Laurie jumped up and Bill grabbed her,
wrapping his arms around hers. "You can let me go. I won't hurt him," she
said. That was a flatness in her voice reflecting knowledge of an unwanted
truth. Bill released her and she removed Mike's gag.

"Well, Mike. Am I right?" she asked in the same emotionless tone. He nodded
his head. She slapped him hard with the flat of hand. "Answer me, dammit!"

"Yeah. That's it. I wanted to see you fuck another guy."

"Did you have the affairs you told me about or was it just a lie?" she
asked.

"There were only three others," he said defensively.

"You'll never be faithful to me, will you?" she asked. Mike didn't answer,
but none was needed. The truth was self-evident. Laurie turned to Bill. "You
need to leave now. I have to deal with my husband." Bill nodded and walked
away.

The weekend was long and dark for Bill. He wondered what she was doing, how
she was doing. He wanted to go to her, to comfort and hold her. He rented
movies from Blockbusters-not romances, but action films and historical
pieces to fill his mind with something other than her. He went to a bar
fully intent on picking up a woman or buying a whore for the night. He did
neither.

He did decide to ask Laurie to leave her husband and marry him. He practiced
what he would say and how he would say it. His resolve was firm. He would
ask her Monday. And as he went to sleep Sunday night, he realized he hadn't
masturbated all weekend, not even when visions of her fresh and naked under
her gaping robe came back to him. Strangely, it was a good feeling.

Monday morning at work, Bill was chipper until Human Resources called to
tell him Laurie had called in sick. He picked up the phone and dialed her
home number. There was no answer. He considered going to her house, if
nothing else to help her if he could.

Laurie called him at three. "Hi, Bill," she said. Her voice sounded tired.
"I'd like to talk if that's all right with you."

"Of course," he replied.

"Tonight at your place. Around six."

"I'll get Chinese," he said.

"Thanks, Bill," she said.

Bill was pacing the floor and checking his watch every few minutes when he
heard a car in the driveway. He threw open the door and went out to greet
her. She smiled and stepped into his arms, her head buried in her chest. He
held her for a long time until looked up and said, "I'm famished."

They didn't talk as they ate. Truthfully, Bill only nibbled and Laurie ate
like a field hand, wolfing down Mongolian beef and fried rice and all the
rest. As he watched, her strength returned, the color in her face improved.
"Oh, God, that was good. I hadn't eaten since Saturday." She exhaled through
pursed lips. "Any dessert?' she asked.

"Ice cream in the freezer," he said.

"Can we sit on the couch?"

She kicked off her shoes before sitting on the couch with a pint of Dutch
chocolate in her hands. He sat next to her and waited.

"Thank you," she said. Her upper lip was chocolate covered and her tongue
carried it away. He wanted that tongue in his mouth. "I moved out over the
weekend and filed for divorce today. Fortunately, my brother's a lawyer and
he's handling it for me. We even have the property settlement finished. The
house is for sale and we'll split the proceeds. He's living there this week
but then he has to be out."

She scooped a large spoonful of chocolate and nibbled on its edges. "Angie
said... have you met Angie?" Bill shook his head. "Angie was one of my best
friends in high school. She was one of those Mike screwed. Anyway, Angie
said she and her husband have an open marriage, and that Mike wanted one,
too. She tried to talk me into staying with Mike and joining their
lifestyle."

"And?" Bill said.

"It made my stomach turn." She licked the edges of the spoon was the ice
cream was softening. She sighed. "I love chocolate. It's almost as good as
sex." Her eyes cut to Bill. "Almost, I said. Anyway, talking to Angie made
everything clear to me. I know what I don't want. I don't want that kind of
a life, and..." She leaned toward Bill and her eyes narrowed. "I don't want
Mike in any lifestyle. I realized I hadn't loved him in some time and that I
was staying with him for the sex and nothing more. There has to be more.
Don't you agree?"

"Of course," Bill said.

She leaned back again and sucked on the chocolate. "This was a good lesson
for me. I learned a lot. Do you like sex?"

The question surprised him, but he blurted out a "Yes."

"A little or a whole lot?"

"A whole lot," he said with a grin.

"That's something else I realized. God, I love sex. I like it hot and rough
when I'm tied to a bed and used like a slut. I like it sweet and loving with
touches as gentle as the wind and an orgasm so faint its seems like a dream.
And every way in between. How about you?"

"All ways. Anyway. With the right woman."

"I should have said that," Laurie said. "Not woman, but the right man. Maybe
I need to run a personal ad. It would say: Twenty-something woman seeking
handsome, successful man in his thirties. Must be strong yet tender, firm
yet soft. Must want three children. Faithfulness unconditional. Loving to
fuck mandatory. What do you think?"

"Will you marry me?" he asked.

"Yes, I will. Well, make that a conditional 'Yes.'"

"What condition?" he demanded loudly.

"The ones in my personal ad. I mean, you do meet them all except the last
one. I have to be sure about that," she said. Her eyes sparkled and her face
was alive.

She stood when he did. The spoon clattered on the coffee table, spilling
chocolate ice cream on a magazine. He stepped toward her. She expected a
kiss and her eyes fluttered shut, but he seized the hem of her pullover top
and yanked it upward, trapping her arms over her head.

"Braless? My, my, you are a slut, aren't you?" he said menacingly. His
fingers raked up her side and she squealed. His mouth found her nipple,
sucking hard. He yanked at the button on her skirt's belt, ripping it, and
pushed the skirt down over her hips. He drove two fingers up her pussy,
sliding in on her sea of love juice.

"Oh, God, Bill," she groaned and he felt her muscles tighten. Laurie fought
the material trapping her arms and blocking the light. She enjoyed the
helpless feeling of knowing he was going to take her and the thrill of his
arms holding her when she sagged with her first orgasm.

She gasped when he pushed her to her knees on the coffee table and its
contents fell noisily to the floor. His hard hand on the neck pushed her
head down to rest on the hard wood. He yanked her legs open wider and said,
"Don't move, slut."

She wiggled her ass at him. "I can't be still. Put it in me. Come on. Do
it," she complained. She heard his zipper and arched her back to ready
herself. His arm slid under her to hold her in place.

"Oh, shit, that's cold!" she screamed as he pressed a handful of chocolate
ice cream against her hot and bloated pussy.

He drove his cock into her with her hipbones in his hands. Nothing mattered
to him at that moment except his cock and her cunt and the way they fitted
together. His hips drove his crotch against the softness of her ass as he
grunted with each thrust.

"That's it, Bill. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Oh, God, I'm coming," she
gasped.

He felt her cunt spasm on his cock, grabbing it like a fist, holding it in,
and he felt his nuts tighten. "Oh, shit," he moaned as spurt after spurt
erupted into her needy womb.

She fell forward, her head lolling off the coffee table as he collapsed on
her, pressing her neck into the hard wood. He pulled her top off her head,
freeing her arms.

"God, can you fuck," she murmured.

"That was the tender and gentle one," he whispered in her ear. "Ready for
the hard one."

She moaned and said quietly, "Don't get up. Not yet. Soften in me."

He lay with her until he felt his flaccid manhood slip from her. He slowly
stood and looked down at her and she struggled to turn over and sit up. She
brushed her hair aside and said, "I want chocolate and cream." She nuzzled
his crotch, sucking his cock between her lips. She licked like a cat with
milk and suckled his balls.

She stopped and looked up at him with her arms around his legs. "All right.
You passed the sex test. I'll marry you." She wrapped one small hand round
his erection she raised. "Can I move in tonight?"

"You can never leave," he said.

"That's all right, too," she said.