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It was a very shaken and confused young Kim that caught the bus for home nearly two hours later. She had arranged her hair as best she could, but she hadn't been able to find her panties anywhere in the office. She had lain there in the afterglow, still on her face with one leg off the edge of the couch cushion. Kim vaguely remembered feeling Ike leave her, pulling his unerect cock, which had not shrunk much at all in the softening, out of her soft, contented vagina, and hearing him dress, call his secretary, and go out of the office. Unable to move in the aftermath of the fucking she had received, she had lain there for an hour while ghosts of Curt and her mother danced reprovingly through her head.
Kim stood in the bus, hanging on the overhead bar, while the residue of Ike's thick, white semen ran in trails down the inside of her legs all the way to her ankles. She hoped no one on the crowded bus would notice. Then, she would be definitely embarrassed. Fucked, well and truly fucked, by her husband's employer! She had to live with the fact that something very unusual had happened, that a very lewd thing had been done to her, and that she had assisted in it.
As she stood in the bus, she felt Ike Harvey's semen running down the inside of her left thigh to her ankle. She prayed that no one would notice it. And then when she jumped down from the bus on the corner of the street where she lived, a large gob of it squeezed out of the vagina and fell on the sidewalk. Kim ran home frantically hoping that no other accidents would happen before she could get to her apartment and shower off the remnants of her afternoon of illicit sex.
After her shower, she stood before the mirror and surveyed herself for the second time that day. Her body was glowing with contentment and it showed. Her breasts seemed heavier, even larger and the nipples were still throbbingly erect and a darker pink than ever before. Her inner vaginal lips protruded slightly as her well-fucked, unusually stretched cunt had not yet returned to its normal, trim tightness. She was sad that she could not share this feeling with her beloved new husband, but then she remembered that he was the only one who was ever supposed to make her feel this way. And she immediately felt a stab of guilt.
At about four o'clock the phone rang and Kim picked it up eagerly, needing to speak to someone to fill the empty feeling she felt inside.
"Hi, Kim," came the woman's voice. "It's Susie."
"Oh, Sue," Kim said with relief. "I'm glad you called." Sue was Kim's best friend and many were the afternoons they had spent together in the apartment of one or the other. Kim loved Sue's bubbly, good-natured personality. She was twenty-three, worldly wise, had been divorced about a year previously, and Kim suspected she slept around with an assortment of men. So who am I to talk now? Kim berated herself. After what I did today.
"I'm glad you called, Sue," Kim went on. "I've got to talk to someone."
"Hmmm, sounds earth-shaking," Sue said. "Do you want me to come over? I'm always ready for a good bit of gossip."
Kim knew that what she needed now was to confide in someone and Sue was the only one she could trust. She wouldn't tell a soul. The young bride just had to pour out her heart to someone, to air her doubts and fears, to somehow find some reassurance.
Five minutes later Sue was knocking on the door and ten minutes later the two girls sat drinking coffee while the younger of the two tried to tell the other about the incredible thing that had happened that afternoon. Sue was a lovely young woman with wavy brown hair and a great shape. Her big brown eyes had never failed to draw a masculine stare. Kim wondered why, even after what she had done today, that she couldn't feel as free as she knew her friend was.
"I went to see Curt's boss," Kim began, pulling at her slender fingers nervously, "to try to talk him into promoting Curt."
Sue opened her mouth wide. "You're kidding!" she said, slapping her curvaceous thigh. "I can't believe you'd do such a thing."
"It seemed right at the time," Kim defended herself. " Curt and I have been having such an awful time because of the job. You know what a disappointment it's been for us, and it was even affecting our relationship. He couldn't even make love anymore."
Sue nodded knowingly. "Limp dick. I've seen it before. My marriage went that way before I decided on a divorce. Things go bad for these guys and they think they should make a woman suffer too. Just lay there with a wilted cock as if to say we don't turn them on anymore."
"Well, that's how it was with us. He couldn't even look me in the eyes. I didn't blame him, God knows I didn't, but he was probably thinking I did. I didn't even blame him because he couldn't make love. It just seemed he was blaming me for everything."
"So what happened?" Sue pressed her. "Seems to me that Curt's boss would have fired him for what you did. You didn't really think he'd promote Curt after you did that, did you?"
Kim bowed her head shamefully. "I was so stupid. But I was desperate. Our whole relationship was falling apart at the seams."
"So you jeopardised Curt's job over a little fucking?" Sue seemed to have lost all sympathy, but then she laughed. "So then what happened? There you stood with egg on your face."
"An omelet. He wanted to fire Curt then and there."
Sue sat spellbound, waiting for the next shocking revelation. "So what did you do?"
"I let him-I mean he," Kim faltered, afraid to utter the words that would make the afternoon's dreamlike events into a reality. "I let him do it to me. Sex. Sexual Intercourse." Kim paused, gazing at the blank face of her dumbfounded best friend. "I let him have sex with me."
Sue couldn't say anything for several moments. Then she said in a low, even voice. "You let him fuck you? Where? Right there in the office?"
"We did it on the couch," she said, then blurted impulsively, "He had this great big, uh, thing… Oh, Sue, it felt so good!"
Sue stared at her in bewildered silence, then broke into gales of laughter. "So little Kimmy-loo finally got her first strange fuck! And she liked it!" Sue shook with laughter, then saw that Kim had dissolved into tears. "So what's wrong, darling? You got fucked and you liked it. So what?" She moved over to the younger girl and put her arm around her shoulders. "Come on, baby. It can't be as bad as all that," she said sympathetically.
"I was unfaithful," Kim sobbed. "I've never been with another man besides Curt. And I've never enjoyed it so much."
"So what are you going to do now?"
Kim turned to her friend in horror. "Whatever he tells me to. Or Curt gets fired." She shook her head sadly. "It's the difference between success or failure for my husband. If he gets fired at his first job, it will be a really bad reference and he may never be able to get a decent job again in international business. He could be permanently ruined because of this."
Sue nodded her head. "You're right there. I think going to Curt's boss was the stupidest thing I've ever heard of."
"So what do you think I should do?"
"He's got you over a barrel, dear girl," Sue told her. "You play ball or you strike out. But you said you liked it. You enjoyed all that wild sex."
"That's beside the point."
Sue took her hand firmly. "You fucked and you liked it and you're going to have to do it again, most probably. So get on with it."
"You're no help at all," Kim pouted.
"What do you want me to tell you? That this stupid thing you did, sticking your pretty little nose into Curt's business, doesn't have to have its consequences? You stuck your husband's ass in a wringer and now you think you're going to get away with it scot free. I'm afraid you've got another thought coming. But buck up, you might have some fun. And I'll cover for you until we find a way to pull your little butt out of the mud you've got it stuck in."
"You'll help me?" Kim asked hopefully.
"However I can," Sue reassured her. "The main thing is to make sure Curt doesn't know what's going on. That wouldn't do any good at all."
"It would ruin everything," Kim agreed.
The girls had two more cups of coffee and talked on and on about contingencies. Sue gave the young bride all the savvy about men that she could to help her through the times ahead, if indeed there were to be questionable times. About six, Curt came through the door, as surly as ever.
"Is dinner ready?" he said, throwing his jacket on the chair. "Or are you going to sit and gabble all night?"
Kim said softly, "I didn't know you wanted to eat so early. I'll fix your dinner right away, if you want me to."
"Please," Curt said sarcastically, "if it wouldn't be too much trouble."
Kim looked up at her handsome young husband, once again on the verge of tears. No other man on earth could make her feel so unhappy so easily, just as no other could make her feel so very happy, if he only tried.
"And how's the happy divorcee?" Curt said, turning to Sue.
Kim cast him a forlorn look and went into the kitchen.
"Broken up any more families lately?" Curt prodded. "You here to give lessons to my wife?"
Sue rose without a word and went into the kitchen. She gave Kim's arm a reassuring squeeze. "I'd better go. Good luck with Sir Galahad tonight."
"Thanks, Sue," Kim said softly as her friend departed. Now she found herself alone with Curt, and he seemed to be in the foulest mood yet.
Later, at the dinner table, Curt devoured the excellent dinner Kim had prepared for him in silence. Over dessert, he said, "I was called into Ike Harvey's office today. It was the first time I've met the son of a bitch. Not really the first time. I met him a couple of months ago, didn't know who he was. He pushed his way into the elevator and I called him a fat slob.
The shithead told me I was on probation, on slippery ground."
Kim had frozen, her back as rigid as a pole, when Curt had mentioned Ike Harvey. She sat speechless, totally expecting her husband to tell her that Harvey had revealed all that had transpired. But Curt seemed not to notice her clay-like expression.
"We'll be damn lucky if we survive the year, so watch your pennies. By the way, did you pay the phone bill?"
"Not yet, Coocoo," Kim said sheepishly. "There wasn't enough money this week."
"Well, try to get it paid next week, will you? And the rent. And don't call me Coocoo. We're not in college anymore. Leave the baby talk out."
"Yes, Curt. Anything you say."
Without another word, Kim got up and began clearing the table. She had not eaten. There had not been enough money to buy food for herself. Besides, she was going to diet, get a bit of that baby fat off her bouncy little bottom. Curt went to the living room and put his face in the paper while a basketball game played on the small black and white TV. Kim sat down at an unstable card table and went to work on a jigsaw puzzle she had half completed. It was a painting of the vase of red and white roses. Kim loved roses.
"That Ike Harvey's a real bastard," Curt muttered. "Has a stable of whores he uses to entertain his clients. Bribes foreign politicians for import permits, wines and dines them, gives them women. I'm picking one of them up from the airport tomorrow. Some bandit from Zimbabwe."
Kim found the place for a particularly strange piece of her puzzle and looked up at her husband. How could it be that he didn't know what had happened to her today, could not see it written all over her face?
"Rumor has it he started out smuggling opium thirty years ago. They say he's still smuggling coke, white slavery, and produces porn, and the corporation is just a front for the whole thing. Makes you wonder."
Kim kept on working on her puzzle.
"Well, don't you have anything to say?" Curt snapped.
"No," Kim said softly, still believing that any moment he would confront her with the shame of what she had done this morning.
"Well, I'm going to bed," he announced, getting up. "Some of us have to work. I've had a hard day. Turn off all the lights before you come." And Curt vanished prematurely into the bedroom as he had almost every night for the past month, purposely going to bed alone so that he could be asleep when she got there and would not be expected to perform as a husband. And when he was gone, Kim bowed her head, choking back her tears, and tried to fit another piece into her puzzle.
About midnight, when she was much to tired to stay up any longer, she straightened up the house so that it would be clean when Curt arose, and it was then that, when she picked up her purse to put it in its place, the contents spilled out on the center of the threadbare carpet. Kim knelt down to pick up the cracked plastic compact, the almost depleted lipstick tube, and the other old and pitiful things she kept to groom herself. That was when she found the envelope.
She was very curious and apprehensive all at once. How had this gotten here? Very carefully, she opened the envelope and took out the contents. She counted the three hundred-dollar bills, slowly, unbelieving. And then she unfolded the piece of memo paper that had been doubled over just once and wrapped around the bills. It was from Ike, but she had sensed that as soon as she saw the money.
The note read:
Here's a few hundred as a well-earned bonus. It won't be the last. Just remember what's at stake for you. Get a new dress and be at my office by eleven tomorrow morning.
Ike
Kim read the note carefully once more, then tore it in tiny pieces and flushed them down the toilet. She kept the bills in her tightly closed fist, and a wry smile touched her lips for the first time in a week. Perhaps it hadn't been such a bad day after all. And the phone bill would be paid tomorrow, along with the rent.