CONSENTING ADULTS

Andrea stood gazing at her reflection in the dressing 
room mirror. She had just pulled off her T-shirt and 
was standing in the little cubical wearing just her 
panties. Since her breasts weren't all that large she 
often went without a bra. 

She wondered why she hadn't warn a bra that day, she 
knew that she was going shopping for new clothes, and 
would've normally put one on for modesty's sake. For a 
nervous moment, Andrea looked around the booth 
wondering if there were security cameras or two-way 
mirrors being used. 

She couldn't see anything that looked suspicious, but 
the thought that some stranger might be looking at her 
almost nude body, made her feel strangely aroused. This 
feeling of illicit arousal was happening more and more 
lately, she realized. 

Andrea, at 20, had been married for almost six months, 
and for a whole year prior to their marriage she had 
worked very hard to make herself into the perfect woman 
for him. Never having been a slouch, Andrea 
nevertheless worked out to tone her body to perfection. 
She had spent afternoons at the beach perfecting her 
tan, and even had her teeth whitened so her new husband 
would have the perfect bride on their wedding night. 

Andrea sighed as she looked with satisfaction at her 
reflection in the dressing room mirror. She HAD 
perfected her body for her man, and she knew that she 
looked desirable because there was never a day that 
some guy wouldn't comment on her looks, or ask her for 
a date. She was glad that men hit on her; otherwise she 
would've begun to wonder about herself. 

A shadow of unhappiness crossed Andrea's lovely face as 
she thought about Michael. She had been a virgin when 
they were married, and she hadn't known exactly what to 
expect on their wedding night. But she knew that there 
should have been more than a few kisses and Michael 
passing out, sprawled across their bed still dressed in 
his tux. 

Since their wedding night, Andrea and Michael had made 
love exactly 16 times. Andrea made a quick calculation 
and decided that that was something less than four 
times a month. She didn't know if that was normal, but 
she did know that she wanted more, lots more. 

Forcing her mind back to the task at hand, Andrea 
looked one last time at her semi-naked body; wishing 
that she were in bed with her handsome husband 
receiving the attention that she craved. Then with a 
sigh of resignation she slipped the pretty black 
cocktail dress over her head and adjusted the hem 
evenly at thigh level. She did a quick pirouette 
glancing behind herself at her reflection, and she 
liked what she saw. "If this doesn't do anything for 
Michael, then nothing will," she thought.

*

Michael had come home early from work that day, and 
stood watching as his wife pulled into the driveway. As 
he watched her unloading her packages from the car, he 
felt a bit like a voyeur. It made him horny watching 
his pretty wife going about her daily routine not 
knowing that he was there. She was dressed in nothing 
exotic, just jeans and a T-shirt, but he appreciated 
the body that was underneath those ordinary clothes. 

He glanced down and was pleasantly surprised to see 
that he had an erection. He knew that his wife was less 
than satisfied with his performance in the sex 
department. It wasn't anything she had said -- but he 
could see the look of disappointment in her lovely eyes 
every time he told her that, 'maybe later' that he 
wasn't in the mood. 

Michael had never been as interested in sex as his 
buddies while growing up, but it never really mattered 
until he'd met Andrea. It had been his idea to wait 
until they were married to have sex -- he was afraid 
that if he couldn't get it up she might not stay with 
him. But now that they were married he felt an 
incredible pressure to perform, and he knew that he was 
failing. 

As he watched his luscious wife walk up the drive his 
erection shrank and his momentary lust with it. He 
wanted to take her to bed in the worst way -- he wanted 
to enjoy that beautiful body that no other man had ever 
sampled, but the pressure to perform was just too much 
and he couldn't stay hard. 

As Andrea opened the front door her husband was there 
to help her with the packages. 

"Hi sweetie, you're home early," she said in surprise. 

"Yeah, the boss told me to take off early so we could 
get ready for the trip. Did you get everything you 
needed," Michael asked. 

"Yes honey, I bought an outrageously expensive dress 
for the party, and with my other outfits I think I'll 
have everything I need." 

Andrea was a little worried about their upcoming trip, 
but refused to let it show. She didn't really want to 
spend the week between Christmas and New Year's at 
Michael's boss's place in the mountains. But Michael 
had said that an invitation to the "mountain home" was 
something that any employee of Microcosm Inc. would die 
for. It showed that you had arrived as far as the 
company was concerned. Only the privileged few were 
ever invited to the Hanson residence, and an invitation 
for a whole week meant promotion time, Michael had 
said. 

"When do we leave," Andrea wanted to know. 

"I think as soon as possible, it's about a 3-hour drive 
and the last thing I want is to be late." 

Andrea asked, "Do you know who all's going to be 
there?" 

"Just Mr. Hanson, his latest girlfriend, the Bellamy's 
and us. This will be some real quality time, and I just 
know that I'm in line for a huge raise. You'll be 
living high on the hog once this week is over. I expect 
to get the comptroller's vacancy, which means another 
hundred grand a year," Michael laughed in delight, the 
unhappy thoughts of only moments before completely 
forgotten.

*

All during the three-hour trip Michael was fun and 
entertaining. His smiling face, his funny jokes and the 
love that he obviously felt for her captivated Andrea. 
She watched his face in the glow of the dash lights as 
they sped through the dusky evening toward his boss's 
mountain retreat. He was so animated, so fun loving 
that Andrea forgot their problems and snuggled close to 
him as they traveled up the mountain road. 

Michael was feeling good, he felt his wife's adoring 
eyes on him and put his arm around her shoulders, 
steering with one hand. They laughed and talked about 
unimportant things. 

Andrea who had been frustrated by her husband's lack of 
response earlier in the day, placed her hand in his 
lap. To her surprise Michael didn't seem to mind. In 
the past when she had initiated anything sexual he 
would tense up, and things would become forced. 

Andrea looked at the dash clock. They would be at their 
destination within the hour. She looked down at her 
husband's lap and watched as her fingers massaged him 
to semi-hardness. She so wanted to see him erect, she 
hadn't gotten enough of him since they were married and 
she was still curious about a man's sexual parts and 
how they worked. 

With an impish smile on her lovely face Andrea pulled 
at Michael's zipper, opening his fly, and reached 
inside. 

Michael said in a merry tone, "Whoa, baby! You wanna 
cause an accident or something!?'" 

"No sweetheart, you keep your eyes on the road and I'll 
keep mine on your lap. If we both do what we're 
concentrating on then we'll be just fine!" 

Andrea dug around in Michael's pants for a moment, 
fishing out his semi-hard penis. She could barley see 
the head of it in the dim light from the dash, so she 
tugged his belt lose and opened his pants wide. 

Michael began to feel a little nervous, he knew what 
his pretty wife had in mind. He wished he'd taken a 
shower before they had left the house - what if he 
smelled? What if she was turned off because he wasn't 
clean? 

Andrea looked longingly at Michael's manhood. She 
didn't get to have it often, but when she did she was 
instantly wet. She felt so hot that all she wanted to 
do at that moment was to climb up between Michael and 
the steering wheel and fuck his brains out, making him 
have to peer around her as they thrust against each 
other. 

That thought brought Andrea's blood pressure up nicely, 
as well as her arousal level. 'God, she needed 
Michael,' she thought, 'Maybe I could get him to stop 
the car and we could do it in the back seat!' 

Then to Andrea's horror, just as she was thinking about 
fucking her husband in the back seat, she felt his 
penis begin to shrink in her hand. 

'NO! Please NO!' she screamed silently in despair. 'How 
could he get soft now of all times? Was she so 
unattractive? What had she done to turn him off?' 

Michael felt the familiar shame as his dick flopped 
around in his wife's hand. She had been massaging him 
in prelude to giving him oral sex. She'd tried to do 
that to him once before but it had made him feel too 
nervous then, and it was having the same effect on him 
now. 

Knowing that he needed to say something, Michael 
mumbled, "I'm sorry baby, I'm just not in the mood 
right now, maybe later when we get up the mountain." 

Andrea nodded numbly and said, "Sure honey, we'll see 
how it goes." 

The young couple drove on in silence, Michael self-
consciously zipping himself up, while Andrea felt the 
moistness between her legs that only moments before had 
been molten hot -- begin to cool and feel uncomfortable 
as she sat in miserable disappointment.

*

Mr. Hanson greeted the young couple in the drive of his 
large house tucked away deep within the forest. They 
had driven a full 20 minutes down his private drive 
after leaving the county road before noticing the 
lights that marked the existence of his palatial rustic 
getaway. 

Andrea felt a little overpowered by this bear of a man. 
He was almost 50 but seemed as powerful as a bull, 
always talking a little louder, laughing with a little 
more zest than anyone else around him. 

She had met him twice before -- the first time had been 
at his city apartment when Michael had first been 
hired. All the young executives where invited to a get-
to-know-you dinner with the boss, he had been the 
picture of solicitude toward her that evening and she'd 
been impressed. 

The second time was when she had come down to the 
office to bring Michael some papers that he'd left on 
his home office desk by mistake. Both Andrea and 
Michael had been surprised that Mr. Hanson had popped 
into Michael's office to welcome her. 

He had taken her hand and squeezed it warmly, then 
kissing the back of it in the best tradition of a 
European courtier. Andrea was pleased that he seemed to 
remember her, and flattered by the attention that he 
showered on her while she was at the office. He even 
gave her the VIP tour of the FAB and offices. They both 
had to change into sterile clothing and wear a shower-
cap type of head covering to go into the FAB area. 

It was only a week later that Michael had received the 
invitation to the mountain home. And both of them were 
impressed by the magnificence of the place. It turned 
out that Mr. Hanson owned over 1500 acres and about 17 
out buildings, as well as the 10,000-sq. ft. main 
house.

*

Andrea wasn't surprised that Michael was too tired to 
do anything that night. She admitted to herself that 
she would have been shocked if he had. She lay restless 
in bed beside her husband wishing that he would take 
her in his arms and make love to her. She felt herself 
flush as she thought of him thrusting deeply into her, 
of her legs wrapped around his strong young body, 
thrusting back at him with matching lust. 

Tears rolled down Andrea's soft cheeks as she silently 
cried herself to sleep.

*

The early morning sun shown down through the multi-
pained windows, spotlighting the handsome young couple 
sleeping on the big plush bed. And as Lambert Hanson 
watched them he slowly massaged his aching cock, as he 
sat in front of the video display.
 
He could see the object of his new found lust half 
uncovered, lying sprawled on one side of the bed. She 
was laying face down, and he could see that she wasn't 
wearing a bra. He was pleased that there was no tan 
line on her back, and even more pleased that he'd been 
right when he'd figured that she had a fabulous body. 
It was even better in real life that he'd imagined. 

Lambert was a little surprised that the young couple 
hadn't screwed each other the night before. He knew 
that he wouldn't have missed that chance if he'd been 
Michael. 

He squeezed his fully erect cock again and began to 
pump it as the handsome young man stirred, waking his 
pretty wife. He was immensely pleased and aroused when 
Andrea turned over and sat up. 

God, she's beautiful! Lambert wondered how her husband 
ever got anything done. That body was so perfect, so 
luscious that he couldn't believe that she was real for 
a moment. Then she got out of bed and Lambert began to 
spurt little gobs of come from his raging hardon as he 
watched her walk to the bathroom. 

She was truly perfect in every way, his dream woman. 
His orgasm was a surprise, more so since he'd fucked 
his girlfriend Marla twice the night before -- 
pretending that she was Andrea. He'd watched the young 
couple ready themselves for bed the night before and 
had stood there amazed when they just kissed and then 
turned their backs to each other and turned out the 
lights.

Lambert had been fired up -- expecting a good show. But 
when nothing happened between them, he'd gone to bed 
with an extra big load to expend. Marla had been a 
little surprised at his intensity, but had accepted his 
violent lovemaking as part of his unpredictability -- 
which she enjoyed. 

Just then he could hear Marla moving around in the 
bedroom, and knew that he didn't have much time left. 
But he could only stare as Andrea came out of the 
bathroom wrapped in a towel, drying her hair, and 
Michael walked past her to take his own shower. 'What 
was wrong with that limp-dick anyway,' he wondered.

*

As the week progressed Lambert's little spying act 
continued to show very little in the way of intimacy 
between to two beautiful young people. In fact they had 
made love only once since they had been there, and 
frankly, it hadn't looked all that satisfying for 
Andrea. 

It had been on Wednesday night; they had all gone to 
the local nightclub in Martinsville, about 20 miles 
away. After an evening of entertainment and lots of 
dancing, (Lambert had danced with Andrea every chance 
he got.) they had returned to his mountain home and 
after a nightcap, each couple had gone to their rooms. 

Lambert as usual left Marla to herself for a time, 
explaining that he had a little business to complete 
before going to bed. He'd headed to his office not 
expecting anything out of the ordinary. But when he 
turned on the monitor he was instantly riveted to the 
screen. There they were, Andrea underneath Michael, her 
knees raised slightly, legs spread a little, with 
Michael plowing away, grunting each time he came to 
rest between her magnificent thighs. 

This scene made Lambert instantly hard, the couple 
before him where very good looking, there was no 
denying that. But he could tell that even though they 
were screwing each other, and hadn't had sex for at 
least several days prior, Michael didn't look like he 
was enjoying himself as much as Lambert thought he 
should. 

Lambert actually became angry when he looked at 
Michael's beautiful wife, laying there, eyes closed, 
concentrating of the sensations her husband was giving 
her. He could tell that she was enjoying herself, there 
was no doubt as she hugged him to her and wrapped those 
beautiful tanned legs around his body and thrust 
desperately back at him. 

He could also see her abject disappointment as her 
husband's body tensed and jerked as he came in her 
after only a minute. When Michael pulled out of his 
wife causing her to moan her need for satisfaction, 
Lambert decided then and there that he would take over 
for that hopeless fool. He wondered to himself, 'How 
could any man not take care of a woman like that?'

*

On Thursday morning, Lambert Hanson asked Michael to 
stay behind for a talk about his future. Andrea didn't 
want to go to the lake if her husband wasn't coming 
with her, but Lambert insisted that they would be in a 
meeting most of the morning and that she shouldn't put 
a damper of everyone else's day. So she reluctantly 
went with the others for a day of water skiing and sun 
on the lake.

*

The two men were sitting on the large veranda at the 
back of the house, the older man looking out at the 
panoramic scene as he spoke, "Michael, I've decided to 
promote you. As of now, you're the Comptroller, and 
your new salary is $500,000 a year plus a 22% bonus if 
you bring the company in at budget." Lambert turned to 
watch carefully as the young man stood there in silent 
shock. 

Michael had expected a hundred grand, but a three 
hundred thousand dollar raise was beyond his immediate 
comprehension. Finally he said, "Thank you Mr. Hanson, 
I didn't expect that kind of generosity, but you can 
bet I'll give you your money's worth." 

"Don't be such an innocent Michael, that money is way 
over the rate paid for the job. I'm not paying you that 
kind of salary just for the Comptrollers job. I want 
something else from you too." 

Michael sat down in an overstuffed leather chair. 
Absently he could hear the sound that the leather made 
as it gave under his weight. 

'What on earth was this man saying?' He couldn't 
imagine what Mr. Hanson was getting at, but he sure 
wanted that fabulous salary. "Well, what do you want me 
to do sir? I realize that five hundred thousand dollars 
is a lot of money, and I'm willing to do just about 
anything short of murder to earn it!" 

"Good! And don't worry about having to murder anybody, 
all I want is free access to you wife." As he said 
that, Lambert looked closely at the young man. This was 
the critical moment, would he protest, would he fight 
for his woman? 

"I don't understand sir, what is it you want with my 
wife?" Michael sat up straight with a confused look on 
his face. 

"I thought that I had made myself plain young man. If 
you are that dense maybe I've made a mistake in 
promoting you to comptroller," Lambert glared at 
Michael hoping to intimidate him. 

Michael had a sinking feeling in the pit of his 
stomach. 'What the fuck was he saying? He wants to 
screw my wife, is that it? He would pay me a fabulous 
amount of money, just to have sex with my wife.' 

This was just too bizarre -- he had to ask again. "Let 
me get this straight sir. You want me to let you have 
sex with my wife. In return, I get the job and all the 
money you've offered. Is that right?" 

'Yes," was all that Lambert said in response. He 
waited, almost holding his breath. 

Michael was in shock, but he had just enough presence 
of mind to say, "Andrea would never agree to anything 
like that, I can't 'make' her do it." 

"I'm not asking you to do anything, all I said is that 
I wanted free access to her. If she wants to play the 
faithful little wife then I won't hold it against you. 
What I want from you is to keep your mouth shut and let 
nature take its course. If you don't get in the way, 
that'll be enough to keep your job and that nice big 
salary." 

Then to Michael's further shock, Mr. Hanson went on to 
say, "And besides, your wife isn't all that happy in 
the bedroom department now is she?" 

Michael stood up like a rocket. Had Andrea confided in 
this man, had she suggested this plan of action to him? 
He couldn't believe that his loving wife could have 
humiliated him like this, he loved her, and he knew 
that she loved him back. But a doubt gnawed away at him 
-- he knew that Lambert was right, he was terrible in 
bed. Maybe that was too much for his beautiful young 
wife to accept, maybe her hormones had made her go to 
this virile older man. 

"Okay Mr. Hanson. If Andrea wants you she can have you, 
but I still think that you'll be disappointed when she 
turns you down," said Michael as he tried to sound 
confident. 

"That's all I ask my boy, that and when she comes to 
you, you don't say anything against the idea. If you 
remain silent on the subject, you've done your job, and 
you'll get ahead in my company, I promise you." 

The older man looked pleased with himself, the younger 
one looked a little green around the gills as he 
received his instruction for that evening.

*

It had been a wonderful afternoon at the lake, Andrea 
had enjoyed herself immensely. She wasn't used to so 
much attention. Everywhere they went, some man or group 
of men singled her out. Some of them offered crude 
whistles, but others just fell all over themselves to 
help her do little things. 

It would have been embarrassing but for her companions 
who kept making kind jokes about the locals, and how 
they weren't used to seeing such a beauty around those 
parts. 

After almost six months of doubt about her sex appeal, 
this trip was a real ego boost for her. She had 
thoroughly enjoyed herself, and she wanted to get home 
to make love to Michael. She felt so sexy, he'd surely 
let her have him tonight if she asked nicely.

*

Thursday night was enjoyable too, it was "party night" 
and some of the people from the office had been invited 
up to the mountain retreat, as well as a few locals. 

Andrea was dressed in her new black cocktail dress, and 
Michael looked so handsome in his tuxedo as they 
entered the main hall and reception area. She checked 
out her reflection in the large mirrors facing the hall 
area one last time, and was more than satisfied with 
the impression that her short clingy dress made. 

So was Lambert Hanson. He found it a little hard to 
breathe as he watched his new comptroller and his 
beautiful wife enter the hall. She was absolutely 
gorgeous in that skimpy black dress. He had the urge to 
push her to the floor in front of everyone and give her 
some serious face. 'God, there couldn't be more than a 
couple of inches covering that juicy little twat,' he 
thought. 

All night long Lambert hung on to Andrea. He introduced 
her to important people and danced with her whenever 
the music allowed. She began to get a little nervous 
that Michael would get jealous, but every time she 
looked for him he seemed to be busy in conversation and 
never met her inquiring eyes. 

As the evening wound down, Andrea noticed that Mr. 
Hanson's girlfriend Marla hadn't been around all night. 
She inquired innocently, "Mr. Hanson, I haven't seen 
Marla all evening, is she feeling all right?" 

She was assured that everything was fine and that Marla 
just had to leave a day or so early. Giving it no 
further thought, Andrea went in search of her husband.

*

Michael was strangely silent as they undressed for bed 
that night. As Andrea slipped under the covers, Michael 
turned out the lights and then as if forgetting 
something, mumbled that he would be right back. 

Time must have slipped by because Andrea was awakened 
as Michael climbed into bed next to her. She was drowsy 
from the champagne and sleep, but gratefully accepted 
his arms as they encircled her body, pulling her 
backward to spoon against his body. 

Andrea came wide-awake as Michael's hand slid down 
between her legs! This was something new... Was he 
going to take the initiative for once? It felt 
delicious to actually lie there and let him do the work 
for once. She was so happy -- and so aroused. 

She tried to turn over to kiss Michael but he held her 
firmly against his strong body. Wonder of all wonders -
- she felt his erection growing as it poked between her 
thighs from behind. This had never happened before. 

Completely aroused now, Andrea scrunched down a little, 
reaching between her legs and grasped his stiff manhood 
in her loving, caressing hands. Hmmm, he felt nice and 
hard, nice and big... it was like a dream. 

She began to rub the throbbing head of his shaft 
against her hot moist slit. It was the most wonderful 
feeling she'd ever felt in her life. To lay there 
lazily stroking her husband's cock along her pussy-
slit, it was so... so delicious... 

Andrea was just too horny to wait any longer she 
quietly moaned, "Fuck me, please Michael! Fuck me 
now...!" 

"I'll fuck you beautiful, but you didn't really think 
Michael could do it, did you?" 

Andrea tensed as she realized that the man in bed with 
her wasn't Michael. She didn't move as she felt his 
hand between her legs, his fingers twirling around the 
little nub of her pleasure. 

Then he said, "Michael knows I'm here, he also knows 
what you need, and is willing to let me give it to 
you." 

Andrea wanted to scream, to jump up from the bed and 
run out of the room. 'How could Michael do something 
like this too me!' She thought. 

Andrea almost stopped breathing all together when she 
realized it was Lambert in bed with her as he said, 
"You see, I paid him $500,000 for you, and he took the 
money gladly. But you're worth that and more to me." 

She lay beside the older man -- stunned -- as he 
continued to work on her numb body. But the numbness 
didn't last long. As she lay there limply, she felt 
Lambert's big cock find its way further between her 
legs, it began to insistently poke at her unresisting 
opening. 

After a few moments Andrea realized that he had entered 
her, not very deeply, because he was coming at her from 
behind, but as she realized that he was actually 
fucking her, the floodgates opened. 

She thought, 'Why not? Her husband didn't seem to care, 
and it seemed like she had gone "without" forever.' 

In one violent twisting move, Andrea came to face her 
lover. Lambert was a little surprised as the supple 
young woman came up against him so suddenly. He could 
feel her smooth skin against his, her firm tight 
breasts with their rock hard nipples pressing against 
his chest. As she wiggled up against him he thought he 
might come then and there, just like a teenager. 

She didn't stop there, She quickly pushed the older man 
flat onto his back and climbed aboard. He lay there 
fascinated by this beautiful woman. He realized that 
she had discarded her husband and was about to fuck him 
with all the intensity a young woman could bring to 
bear. 

Lambert watched as she placed his huge stiff cock at 
her entrance and sank down upon it. God, it was better 
than he'd dreamed! She was so beautiful, and so tight! 

Andrea smiled down at the older man with an evil grin 
on her lovely face as she ground down on him. "Old man, 
I hope your heart is in good shape, because I'm going 
to fuck your brains out tonight. And tomorrow, you can 
send Michael back to the office and we'll keep at it 
until we both collapse!" 

With that, Andrea started riding Lambert's cock like a 
cowgirl at a rodeo. Within a minute she was screaming 
at the top of her lungs, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! 
HARDER! OH GOD, LIKE THAT, JUST LIKE THAT!" Lambert 
tried to quiet her down, but she became louder until 
they came almost together. 

Actually Lambert's orgasm started a moment before 
Andrea's did. Her wild display drove him over the top 
quickly. As he came in her, he momentarily thought 
about what he'd say to the guests the next day, he 
hadn't intended that everyone hear what was taking 
place. 

But that thought was only a fleeting one as he almost 
sat up with the intensity of his orgasm -- Andrea felt 
him expand and contract inside her and knew that he was 
filling her with his hot come. The thought of a strange 
man's come inside her body sent her into delicious 
spasms... "YES... YES... GOD YES! OH FUCK YES!" She 
screamed. 

Finally Andrea slumped over Lambert, their sweat soaked 
bodies pressed together, lungs fighting for air. She 
could still feel his stiff shaft inside her, twitching, 
and she shivered again in small multiple orgasms that 
made her moan with pleasure. 

Michael stood in the darkened hall, peering thought the 
doorway. His come splattered against the hall wall, and 
he was breathing as hard as the two people on the bed. 
If he'd only known earlier how much he liked to watch, 
things might have been different, he thought sadly.