Boyfriend cheating stories

The Michael Project

by george

07/26/2016 08:40 in interracial


Michael sat at his desk working out the logic of another for loop. The digital clock changed to five fifteen but Michael didn't notice. He was focused on the computer screen in front of him. A deep voice behind him startled him and he jumped.

"Mike it's Friday, why don't you go home." It was Ray, his boss.

Ray was a good boss but he insisted on calling Michael, Mike. Michael hated that name. To be fair, when Ray had hired Michael he asked if he went by Michael or Mike and for some unexplainable reason that Michael had never understood, he'd responded with "Mike." He'd never had the courage to tell Ray that he really preferred to be called Michael.

"I'm just finishing up this routine to calculate the molecular density of the sample object and then I'll get out of here. I promise."

"Good. You know this job is a marathon, not a sprint. You need to take care of yourself outside of work too."

Michael nodded but was already completely absorbed back in his coding. Ray shook his head and padded away.

Sometime later Michael ran his final test on his new routine and sat back in his desk. The clock read six twenty-eight. He committed his code changes and started shutting down all the various windows he had open on his desktop when he realized with a start that he wasn't alone. He jerked around, knocking his keyboard off its tray with a clatter.

"Hi."

The feminine voice fit the woman it belonged to. She was pretty in a girl-next-door way that exuded innocence and sexuality at the same time. Deep brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders framing a slender face with high cheek bones and bright green eyes. She'd pulled a chair up behind his cubicle and was just sitting there.

"Uh, hi, I mean, can I help you?" Michael started to stand up but his legs were caught by his keyboard cord. He sat back down and tried in vain to work the keyboard back up onto the tray.

She smiled. Michael immediately felt blood rush to his face.

"I'm here to help you, Michael."

His brow furrowed and he pursed his lips. "Uh, okay. Do I, I mean, um, need help?" He pulled a leg out of loop of keyboard cord managing to knock his shoe off in the process.

"Desperately." She smiled again.

"Can you elaborate?" Michael finished untangling himself and slipped his shoe back on.

"I'm Liz. Let's take a walk."

"Where are we going?"

"Just down the street. Do you know Julio's? You're taking me to supper."

"I am?" Michael felt very confused by this whole situation.

"You are." Liz stood and waited as Michael completed shutting his computer down.

Once he was done, Michael jerked to his feet nearly knocking his chair over. Embarrassed, he blushed bright red as he joined Liz outside his cubicle. The rest of the office was empty, which wasn't unusual for this time of day especially on a Friday.

"Do you, I mean, um, work here?" Michael asked as they walked toward the door.

Liz laughed. "No Michael. Am I making you nervous?"

Michael realized he was fidgeting and tried to calm his hands. He'd never taken a girl on a date before but he wasn't sure that this was a date anyway. He was confused, embarrassed by nervousness, and felt awkward. Liz smelled good and she was very pretty but he knew she would pick on him or be mean. Girls always treated him like that.

"Yeah, a little. I mean, I don't know you. And, I mean, I don't know what's going on."

"Do you always have to know what is going on?"

"Yeah. I mean, I like to."

"So a control freak. Mmm, maybe a little uncertainty is what you need in your life."

"Who let you in the building?" Michael asked as they reached the door. The building was secure and non-employees were not supposed to be in it after hours.

"Are you going to call the cops on me, Michael?" Liz smiled at him. "That would put a real damper on our first date, don't you think?"

"Is this a date?" He wrung his hands, shifting from foot to foot.

"Yes, this is a date." She turned to him and took his hands in hers. "Do you want to go on a date with me? I assure you that you will have a good time."

Michael looked at her. She was almost the same height as him but then she was wearing heels, so maybe an inch or two shorter. She wasn't rail thin; full breasts, trim waist, nice hips, and long sexy legs. She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse with a classic black pencil skirt that ended just above her knees. The blouse had a low squared collar that showed off a couple of inches of her cleavage. A tight black choker necklace and a diamond ring on her left hand were her only jewelry.

Michael knew he wasn't bad looking, but he admitted to himself that he was completely socially inept. Even the nerds and geeks didn't want to hang out with him. At twenty-four he was still a virgin and the only girl he'd ever kissed was his mother. Even Michael knew that didn't count. He just never was able ask a girl out. His fear of rejection was too pronounced, aggravated his entire life by constant rejection by every girl, other than his mother, that he'd ever met.

"Yeah, I mean, sure. I'd love to, I mean, take you on a date, but why would you date me?"

Liz smiled at him. "I like you," she stated frankly. "Why wouldn't I date you? You are a good looking, employed man."

"Girls don't, I mean, like me. I mean, guys don't like me either."

"I like you. Let's go."

Outside the building his bike was chained to a bike rest. Liz took his hand and led him out of the parking lot to the sidewalk.

"We're going to walk?" Michael asked.

"Sure, Julio's isn't far."

Julio's was a classic Texmex restaurant that most of Daltech's software engineers ate lunch at frequently. "I know. I just didn't think you'd want to walk."

"I like walking and it's so beautiful out." She smiled at him as he looked up and around.

She was right, it was wonderful weather. Irving could be hot in the summer but a cool front had blown through the day before and it was only about eighty-five degrees today with a light breeze. They arrived at the restaurant and got their name on the list. The hostess told them it was a fifteen minute wait so they went to the bar and ordered drinks. Liz got a mojito and Michael ordered a lemonade.

"A lemonade, Michael?" Liz teased.

"I don't drink, I mean, I drink lemonade but not, you know, alcohol." Michael's hand shook as he raised his lemonade to take a small sip. A little spilled and ran down his chin. He swiped it away but sat his glass down a little too forcefully, spilling more on the bar.

Liz smiled at him. "Hmm, maybe that will change." She took a small sip of her drink, licking her lips afterward. Her eyes never left Michael.

Michael was feeling things he didn't really understand but he liked them. Liz put her hand on his arm, still staring into his eyes. The diamond ring on her left hand glittered in the light and Michael had a flash of understanding.

"You're married?"

"Does that change anything, Michael? Would it help if I told you that my husband knew I was on a date with you?"

"I don't know. This is all so..."

"So what, Michael?"

"I mean, it's just, well weird. A lady I don't know shows up at my office and takes me to supper..."

"You're taking me to supper, Michael." Liz interrupted.

"Oh, okay, but still."

Liz touched his lips with one finger, shushing him. "It'll be okay. Just relax and enjoy the evening."

They were led to their table by the hostess and a waitress appeared to take their order. Liz guided the conversation, moving from generic topics to more personal information effortlessly. Every time Michael said something awkward she brought the conversation back in line smoothly. By the end of the meal she was telling Michael about her honeymoon.

"It was then that I found out that my husband wanted me to cuckold him."

"To what?" Michael asked with a quizzical look.

"To have sex with other men. It turns him on."

"It turns him on for you to have sex with other men? That's, that's, I mean, I don't what that is."

Liz laughed. "It took me by surprise too. In fact for the first year of our marriage I didn't believe him. But he showed me stories of it on the internet and kept telling me how turned on he would be if I would do it. I finally gave in on our third anniversary. I told him the night before that I was going to do it, but if I did it had to be by my rules."

"What are your rules?"

"They are pretty simple. I decide if I have sex with another man. The men have to know what is going on, no secrets. And he has to eat the cream pie I bring home."

"You get him a cream pie? Why?"

She laughed and put her hand on his arm again, smiling at him. "I'll show you the cream pie later tonight. You may even want to try it."

"I like pie."

"You will really like this one. Are you done? I think they would like to get their table back."

Michael looked up and realized it had gotten late. Talking with Liz had been so pleasant he hadn't realized the time. Michael paid the bill and the left with Liz holding onto his arm. He'd never felt this comfortable around anyone before. Even his hands weren't shaking or twisting.

"So where do you want to go now?" Michael asked, hoping the evening wasn't over.

"Let's go to your place. My car is right over there." Liz handed him keys for a BMW Z4.

Michael looked at them and then handed them back. "I don't drive. I mean, I don't have a license. That's why I ride."

For the first time that night Liz was taken aback. "Really? You don't have a driver's license?"

"Really. I mean, well, I know the rules but I get stressed and nervous. I mean, I could never pass the test." His hands were fidgeting again.

"Okay, I'll drive." Her smile was back.

They got into the sporty little metallic blue convertible. It was immaculate inside and out. The top was down and through the city lights a few courageous stars glittered above them. Liz didn't need directions to get to his apartment and the drive only took a little while. Once inside his apartment Michael showed her around. It was a small, one bedroom with an open floor plan that. He kept his apartment clean and tidy and Liz was amused by the fact that he didn't even own a television.

"Nothing ever on anyway." Michael shrugged.

"But how do you watch porn?"

"I don't watch porn." He screwed he face up.

"Really? I thought all boys watched porn."

"I write programs, instead. I knew guys in college that watched porn but they were all slobs."

"I like watching porn, Michael, and I'm not a slob."

"No, you are gorgeous!" He paused for a second as what she said sank in. "You like watching porn."

"Yes, it makes my pussy wet and my nipples tingle."

"Oh."

"Have you ever had an erection, Michael?"

He turned bright red. "Oh course."

"Do you jack off?"

"No! Well, I mean, I have but I don't." It didn't even make sense to him. "I mean, I have, when I was younger, but I haven't in a long time."

"Why not Michael?" Liz was staring deeply into his eyes and her hand was on his arm. "If I left right now would you jack off thinking of me? Would you fantasize about taking my blouse off and sucking on my tits? Would you dream of shoving your cock deep into my pussy and fucking me until I came?" She moved closer to him with each question until her lips were right by his ear and her breasts were pressed against his chest. "Do you want to fuck me, Michael?" Her hand found his crotch and she gripped his cock through his Dockers. "I'm here. I want you to fuck me. Do you want it?"

Michael's eyes were wide. His mouth was hanging open. "Yes, I mean, of course I do, Liz. But you're married and I don't know how. I mean, I've never, not with a woman."

"Have you fucked a man?"

"What? No, eww. I mean, I'm not gay or anything."

Liz squeezed his hardening cock. "No, I'm pretty sure you're not gay." She whispered in his ear. "Let's go to the bedroom, Michael, and I'll take my clothes off. I'll suck your cock for you and then I'll fuck your brains out."

Without waiting for an answer she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Beside the bed she slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing a thin lacy bra underneath. She tossed the blouse aside and unhooked the front clasp on her bra. Her breasts were perfect firm globes topped with small red areolas and perky nipples that stood up enticingly.

Michael started to undress but Liz stopped him. "I'll undress you. Just take your shoes and socks off. I'll do the rest."

He did as she asked, quickly removing his shoes and socks and placing them under the edge of the bed while Liz watched amused by his meticulous habits. Once he was looking at her again, she continued stripping, unfastening the side of her pencil skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She was not wearing panties. Michael stared at her bare sex. She was clean shaven. Her mound flowed down to her vulva where her lips were distended and glistening.

"Do you like it?" Liz asked and Michael jerked his eyes up from staring at her sex.

"You are so beautiful," he panted.

She smiled and stepped closer to him, putting her hand on his shirt and unbuttoning the top button. As she released the next button she brushed her lips against his and breathed, "I'm going to suck your cock. I want you to cum in my mouth." She unbuttoned two more buttons, "Then I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to take your cock up my married pussy and make you cum inside me." She pulled his shirt off. "Do you want to fuck me, Michael? Do you want to shove your hard cock up my cunt and make me scream?"

"Uh huh. I mean, yes I want to fuck you Liz. I want to fuck you and never stop fucking you."

Liz dropped to her knees in front of him and unbuckled his belt. "Tell me again. Tell me what you want me to do now."

"I, I want you to suck my dick."

Liz unbuttoned his slacks. "Call it your cock, Michael."

"I want you to suck my cock." Michael shuddered as she unzipped his pants.

"Is that all you want, Michael? Do you want me to lick your balls? Tell me what you want. I'll do it for you."

"I, I don't know, Liz. I've never done any of this before."

Liz looked up at him as she pulled his pants down exposing the white briefs he was wearing. "Don't worry, baby, I'll teach you everything you need to know. Tell me you want me to lick your balls. Be forceful."

"I want you to lick my balls." Michael said, trying hard to put metal into his words, but his voice cracked on "balls."

Liz pulled his briefs down slowly. She looked up at him, keeping eye contact until his cock sprang free from the briefs and stood straight out. Michael's cock wasn't huge or small but it was hard. He was circumcised and his red knob crowned the shaft that sprouted from a batch of short curly pubic hair. Once Liz had pushed his briefs down to the floor she took his cock into her hands, holding it almost reverently. Leaning forward she brushed her lips over his cock head and her tongue flicked out and circled the knob.

"Tell me to suck your cock, Michael. Order me to suck your cock."

"Suck my cock, Liz. Please suck my cock."

"Don't ask, tell me."

"Suck my cock, Liz. Suck it now."

She took his cock into her mouth. As her lips slid down his shaft, her tongue massaged him. She sucked down, taking more and more of his cock. Finally he felt his cock head press against the back of her throat and she stopped. Only about an inch or so of his cock remained outside her mouth. Liz pulled back until just his knob remained between her lips. She circled it with her tongue pulling a gasp from Michael. Down again she drove, taking his cock all the way to the back of her throat again. This time she held it in her mouth longer, letting her tongue work on his shaft.

On her third stroke, Liz reached up and took Michael's hands and put them on the back of her head, urging him to fuck her face. It took a little while for him to figure out what she wanted. He pulled her down and then let her back, building a rhythm. Michael felt his balls tensing up and he pushed deeper into Liz's mouth.

"I'm gonna cum. Liz, I'm going to cum."

Liz pulled back until just the head was in her mouth. Her tongue went wild, circling his knob, flicking over his slit, then back to the sensitive part just below the knob. She took his balls in her hand, caressing them. Above her, he grunted and then his cum erupted into her mouth. She held his first ejaculation in her mouth for a moment and then swallowed. He spurted again and again she swallowed. Two more times her filled her mouth and then his cock softened.

Liz drew back, releasing Michael's cock. She swallowed the last of his cum and then smiled up at him. "That was delicious. I'm going to have to get some more of that."

"That was amazing. I've never felt anything so wonderful in all my life." Michael stood, his wilting cock dripping the remnants of his load, staring down at this angel at his feet.

Liz stood up. "Now it's your turn. Come here." She climbed on the bed, laying down crosswise on it so that her butt was on the edge and her legs hung off. She spread her legs apart and guided him to her. "Start by kissing my legs. Women want to be teased. Go slow. Take your time and build the tension."

Michael kissed her thigh, just above the knee, and moved up slowly. When he reached her pussy he started to kiss it, but Liz stopped him.

"I have two legs. Go back and forth. Tease me for a while before you ever touch my pussy. Hold back as long as you can. Make me want it."

Michael brushed his lips over her other inner thigh just above the knee.

"That's it, baby, now use your teeth gently. Mix it up for me baby. Yeah, like that."

He was a quick learner, following Liz's instructions. He kissed and bit up her thighs, moving back and forth between them. Sometimes he moved closer to her inviting sex and then he moved away. With her pussy inches away from his head, he could smell her sweet, heady fragrance and he realized she was getting wetter and more open the more he worked on her legs.

Liz dropped her hand down to her pussy and slipped a finger inside. "When you see a girl do this, it is a clear signal that she is ready," she whispered, her voice low and guttural. "Watch for the signs, her voice, her breathing, her movements. When she is ready move your mouth to her pussy."

Michael moved up and kissed her gaping lips gently. He slid his tongue from the bottom of her vagina to her clit.

"No, not yet, baby. Avoid my clit for a little while. Suck my lips into your mouth. Push your tongue into my hole. Just like with my legs, make me want it before you give it to me. Yeah, God you are a quick study. You got it, baby. Mmm"

Michael worked her pussy, sucking her lips and then ever so gently squeezing them between his teeth. Working his tongue as deep into her as he could, he tasted her nectar and lapped it up. She was getting wetter and hotter by the minute and Michael took his time, waiting for her to tell him what to do next.

"Put a finger in my pussy. Keep your palm up and push it deep."

Michael did and was rewarded with a soft moan.

"Yeah, baby, now bend your finger up a little. Feel that. Yeah right there. Feel that? That is my g-spot. It feels real good when you stroke it. Fuck! Yes, just like that. Oh baby, yes. Now, suck my clit."

Michael stopped, looking up at her.

"Oh baby, you don't know what a clit is. That is so sweet. Look at my finger. See that knob right there? That is my clit. Some women have bigger clits. Some have smaller, but every woman has one and it is the most sensitive part of their body. Mine is very sensitive. Take it into your mouth and suck it gently."

Michael moved his mouth to her clit, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He sucked her clit into his mouth and held it between his teeth as his tongue diddled it.

"Keep rubbing my g-spot baby. Put another finger in my pussy. That's it baby. Now, fuck my pussy with your fingers."
Her pussy was tight around his two fingers but her juice was flowing copiously, coating his fingers and hand, making everything slick. He pumped her with his fingers and then dropped his mouth down to suck her juices up. Two quick strokes up and down her pussy with his tongue and then he returned to her clit, biting it softly. Backing off a little he held her knob between his lips and sucked it while flicking it with his tongue.

"Yes baby, just like that, fuck me good. Can you get your other hand under me? Push a finger against my asshole."

Michael had to push his chest back away from the side of the bed to maneuver his other hand under her butt. She rose up a little to help him. When his hand was positioned to allow him to touch her bottom, he slid one finger down her crack until he found her puckered hole.

"That's it baby, press right there. Don't put it inside, yet. Just press a little while you fuck my pussy with your fingers and suck my clit. God, I'm getting close. Keep it up baby, yeah that's it. I'm close. Fuck so close. Shove it in my ass baby, yeah like that. Fuck both my holes. Oh Fuck! I'm gonna cum baby. Put your mouth over my pussy and suck me. Let me cum in your mouth. Oh Fuck! Damn! Oh, Fuck!"

Liz shook as her orgasm took her and she flooded Michael's mouth with her nectar. He sucked and sucked as her juice flowed, drinking her up. As her climax receded she reached down and took his head in her hands.

"Baby, that was good. Now come up here. Are you hard?" She looked down his body as he pushed himself up to his knees. "Yes, you are very hard. Did you like eating my pussy?"

"Yes, it was wonderful." His voice was rough and his breathing ragged.

Michael's eyes were intense and his face flushed.

"Do you want to fuck me, Michael?"

"Yes."

"Do it then. Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me."

Michael stood up and moved between her legs but he was too tall to comfortably fuck her on the side of the bed.

Liz saw the problem and spun around to lie lengthwise on the bed. "Come on up here, Michael. I'm ready for your cock."

Once he was in position between her legs, Michael pushed his pole down toward her gaping pussy. Liz reached between her legs and guided it in. When just the head was between her lips, Michael stopped.

Liz smiled up at him. "That's it baby. Don't rush it. Go ahead and push in slowly."

He slid forward, inching in, until he finally hit bottom.

"Good, now wait for a moment. Let me get used to your cock. Some men want to pound the girl right away, just stick it in and go, but a considerate lover waits and goes slow until the girl is ready. It all depends on what they want. Once you get to know your lover, you will be able to tell when she wants you to go slow and when she wants you to pound her hard. Now start stroking into me. Slowly at first, but then faster. Mmm, baby, that feels wonderful. Touch my tits. I love to have my nipples pulled and twisted, but gently, not rough." Liz pulled him down and kissed him deeply.

Michael cupped her breast in his hand, holding it and rubbing his thumb over her nipple and then taking it between thumb and finger. Gently he rolled it, bringing moans from her as they kissed. The kiss broke and Liz looked at him for a moment with her mouth open. "Don't just stroke in and out. Move around a little. Also don't stay in the same position for too long. Come, let's roll over and let me on top."

Michael rolled off her and she quickly mounted him, guiding his cock into her sopping pussy as she sat down on him.

"This position gives the girl greater penetration and I can lean back to get your cock to rub my g-spot." She leaned back and closed her eyes. "So good. I love having a cock in my pussy." She rose up and then drove back down. Reaching down she took Michael's hands and placed them on her breasts.

He took the hint and began to massage her as he tried to match her strokes. Soon they fell into a rhythm. As their pace quickened, Michael felt his climax rising. His balls tightened and his cock swelled.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned.

"Yes, baby, cum in my pussy. Fill me up. Come on Michael, give me your seed." Liz fell forward, bouncing her hips feverishly. She pressed her lips to his and forced her tongue deep into his mouth as she fucked him.

His climax erupted. Cum shot from his cock deep into her, filling her. He grunted, going rigid. Gripping her shoulders he held onto her as his orgasm sent spasms through his body. She rode him, holding him and kissing him as he came. Liz ground her hips on him, moving in circles but keeping his cock as deep in her as she could until his twitching cock went still. As he came down, she stopped moving her hips. She sat up and smiled at him.

"Did you like that?"

Michael grinned. "Wow!"

Liz slid to the side curling up beside him with her hand idly tracing a circle on his heaving chest. "I'm glad I was your first. I will always remember this night."

"Me too!" Michael panted.

"Well then we should make it extra spectacular. Come take a shower with me." She slipped off the bed and stood in front of him.

Michael looked at her. She was beautiful. Maybe not the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but beautiful none-the-less. She put her hands on her hips, still smiling. He rolled to the side of the bed and sat up. His face was just a little higher than her pussy and he could clearly see a mixture of her nectar and his seed glistening on her lips. He wanted to lick her, to taste his cum on her. He didn't understand the desire but he felt it. She held out her hands. He took them and rose to stand in front of her. She led him to the bathroom and he watched as she leaned over the tub to start the water.

In the shower Liz smiled at him. Dropping to her knees, she lovingly washed his flaccid cock, kissing the tip when she was done. Once he was clean, she stood back up and he washed her breasts. He knelt in front of her and there, once again, was her beautiful used glistening pussy. He started to wash it and then paused. Leaning forward he kissed her sex. Her hands dropped to his head, pulling him in.

"Do you want to lick my messy pussy, Michael. Do it," she hissed. "Go ahead. Taste your cum in my pussy. Drink it. This is the cream pie I take home to my husband. You see, he loves it. You will to."

Michael leaned forward and licked her wet lips. It was sweet, earthy, and salty. Different from when he had tasted her before, saltier and a little bitter. He gripped her hips pulling his face deeper into her sex, thrusting his tongue deep into her slit, lapping up the juices from within. Above him Liz leaned her head back and moaned softly. Her hands held his head. She wrapped her fingers in his hair, pulling him in tighter. He sucked her. Left hand stroking her leg softly, he brought his right hand up and slipped two fingers into her sex, reaching for and massaging her g-spot with his fingers.

Liz arched her back. Her head whipped back and forth. "God, I'm cumming. That is so good, so good. Fuck! Don't stop. Suck my pussy, fuck, suck your cum from my pussy."

She shuddered and fell back against the shower wall. As her orgasm wracked her body, Michael continued to suck on her clit and finger her pussy. She moaned above him. He remembered before and slid his left hand up to her round butt. Pressing a finger against her other hole brought a shuddering gasp from her.

"Fuck! Oh, Fuck!" She grunted. "Push it in. Fuck my ass. Give it to me baby."

He did, shoving his finger into her ass and fucking her ass and pussy at the same time. Her knees buckled and he pulled his fingers from her as she dropped down. Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply, letting her tongue explore his lips and then entwine with his inside his mouth. They kissed and Michael massaged her breasts. She let a hand drop to caress his now turgid cock.

"I want you to fuck me again. Let's get out of the shower." Liz smiled and rose to her feet.

Outside of the shower they toweled each other dry and then returned to the bed. "Do you have dry sheets?" Liz asked pointing at the large wet spot in the middle of the bed.

"Do you want to take the time to change them?" Michael raised his eyebrows.

"Not really." She smiled.

Michael grabbed a towel from the bathroom and laid it over the wet spot, earning him a giggle from Liz. They both climbed onto the bed, kneeling together in the center. They came together, kissing and fondling each other. Liz stroked his cock and he massaged her breasts. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing and touching each other. Their breathing became more rapid and their kisses more passionate.

"Fuck me doggie style." Liz whispered in his ear. She turned and got on her hands and knees. When Michael didn't move, she smiled. "Just get behind me and go for it."

Michael got between her legs and aimed his cock at her pussy. She dropped her face down onto a pillow, raising her ass. He pressed forward, inserting his knob between her lips, and stopped. He waited a moment and then pushed forward some more.

"You could fuck my ass from this position too, but you need lubricant for that. You should never do anything that will cause pain. Unless the girl is into that, of course. Now shove that cock all the way into me. I'm ready and I really want a good hard fuck."

Michael didn't hesitate. He drove his cock into her all the way. Holding her hips he pounded her. She gasped as he entered her and then grunted with each stroke.

"Yes, baby, that's it fuck me. Fuck me hard. Give it to me baby. Take that pussy. Pound my pussy good."

They quickly found their rhythm with Liz pulling forward as Michael drew back and then both thrusting toward each other. It was rough, raw, fucking. Michael sucked a finger, getting it wet, and then circled her anus with it, teasing her for a moment. He slipped just the tip inside and she moaned. As he drove his cock into her pussy he pushed more of his finger into her ass. The more he pushed in, the more she moaned. He pulled it out and sucked it again, tasting her earthiness and getting his finger wetter. He pushed it back in, deeper this time.

"Yes, that's it, finger my ass. God that feels so good. Push it in. Oh Fuck!"

They fucked like this for a long time. Finally Liz pulled away and turned onto her back and spread her legs. "Come fuck me this way now. Let's see if we can make my husband a fresh cream pie since you ate the last one."

Between her legs he leaned forward and kissed her. Their sex slowed in pace and they kissed and touched each other tenderly. Passion grew once more. Their motion became urgent. Liz wrapped her arms and legs around Michael, pulling him down onto her. They clung to each other enjoying the pleasure they were giving and getting. Faster Michael thrust into her. Liz met his pace, humping back up into him. Their tongues danced over each other. Tracing a path from his mouth down onto his neck, Liz gently bit and sucked at his throat.

"Oh, Liz, I'm gonna cum."

"Do it baby. Give me your cum. I want to feel you cum inside my pussy. Come on baby do it. Cum for me."

Michael thrust into her hard, arching his back as he pumped his seed into her. She clenched her legs around him, holding him into her. Smiling up at him, she pulled him down to kiss him, letting her tongue slip into his mouth. They clung to each other until his climax was over and then he rolled off her, completely spent.

"You are the most magnificent woman I've ever met."

"I bet you say that to all your lovers." Liz turned on her side and put her arm across his heaving chest.

Michael got a serious look on his face. "You are the only lover I've ever had."

"I know."

"So why?" He turned toward her.

"It was a favor to a friend." She smiled. "But I really enjoyed it. I'm glad I did it."

"Will I see you again?"

"Baby, I'm thirty-five years old. You don't want an old woman like me hanging around. Besides, I'm married and although I really enjoyed tonight, I love my husband."

He frowned. "Can you stay a little longer? I don't think I can get it up again, but I like being near you."

"Sure, for a while." She pushed him back on his back and laid her head on his chest.

-

Liz lay on the bed next to Ray smiling. "Mmm, Ray. I always love fucking you."

"You are insatiable."

"Yes, I am." She rolled on her side and looked at her lover. "So how is Michael doing?"

"Better, but he is still a workaholic. He was on cloud nine for a week after your date with him."

"I liked him. He was kind of cute but very shy."

"Naughty girl. He is ten years younger than you."

"He didn't mind."

"I'm sure he didn't."

"He needs to get laid more often. I think you should introduce him to Karen."

"My wife? You want me to ask my wife to fuck one of my engineers?" Ray looked at Liz to see if she was serious.

"Oh, it's okay to pimp out your mistress but not your wife huh?"

"I didn't 'pimp' you out."

Liz raised an eyebrow.

"You just had supper with him."

Liz smiled.

"Jesus, Liz! I didn't mean for you to fuck him! I just wanted you to be nice to him."

"I was very nice to him." Liz laughed. "And I think I bolstered his confidence some." She leaned forward and kissed him. "But it might help to give the boy another woman to teach him and build his confidence even more."

"I'm not going to ask my wife to fuck him. Christ, Liz, he's met my wife."

"Oh so it's okay for you to fuck around, but not for your wife?"

"You know Karen has her share of lovers. I don't worry about losing her and I'm not the jealous type."

"Yes, I know. I wasn't sure you did. You both work hard to keep your adventures on the down low."

"It's kinda our arrangement. We both knew we couldn't be monogamous, so we just don't worry about it. But we don't rub it in each other's face either or embarrass each other by being public about it. It works for both of us."

"Hmm, well it works for me too. I mean you keeping it on the quiet not me. I like to torture my husband with my affairs and he loves it too." Liz stroked Ray's chest. "But I love him, and I would never leave him. If he ever asked me to stop fucking around on him, I would."

Ray brushed his hand over her bare breast. "I hope he never asks you to stop. I'd really miss you."

"You'd miss my pussy!"

"And your ass and these beautiful tits. But I'd miss you too." Ray leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.

Liz moaned and rolled him onto his back, ending up on top of him with his cock lodged deep in her pussy. "Fuck me, Ray. Cum inside me one more time before I go."

They kissed as they fucked. Ray knew just where to touch her. He should, he'd been fucking her for over a year. He was one of three steady lovers, other than her husband, that she kept. Each of them knew of her husband's kink. One of her steady lovers worked with her husband. It had been weird at first but Leroy only rubbed it into her husband's face when they were alone. Her husband loved it just like he loved watching Leroy's cock slide into her wet pussy. She loved it too.

Ray brought her to an orgasm and then filled her pussy with his cream. She lay back, sweat glistening on her erect nipples.

"Mmm, that was so nice, Ray."

"Yes, it kinda turned me on to know you'd fucked Mike."

"You know he prefers to be called Michael, right?"

"No, he told me he goes by Mike." Ray sat up on one elbow facing her.

"He prefers Michael."

"How do you know?"

"I listened. He talks to himself a lot. It's kinda funny."

"Well I'll be damned."

"Probably. I think I'll see him again. Will you let me in the building next Friday?"

"Sure." He traced a finger around her nipple. "We're still on for next Wednesday, right? Dinner at Esposito's and then back here?" He smiled.

"Yep, are you worried your geeky engineer will steal me away from you?"

"Not a bit." He faked a frown. "He won't will he?"

"No matter how many lovers I have, I'll always have time for you."

--

Friday night Liz pulled up a chair behind Michael and watched him banging away at the keyboard. He didn't notice her at first and when he did he jumped up, spilling his chair over behind him.

"Oh! Hi Liz. How long... it doesn't matter. It's, uh, great to see you. I thought... I mean, uh, well never mind."

She smiled at him. "I missed you Michael. I wanted to see you again."

"Really? Wow, that's great. I missed you too." He picked his chair up, awkwardly pushing it under the cubicle desk.

"Why don't we go grab a bite and talk for a bit."

"Sure, I'd love to."

"Great. I'll drive."

Liz drove them to a small bistro in a nice part of the town. They ordered and then ate and all the while they talked. Michael knew a lot about a lot of things and with Liz guiding the conversation they both enjoyed their meal. Finally it was over and Liz smiled at him.

"So, wanna take me home and fuck my brains out?" She asked with the waitress standing beside their table.

The waitress stared at her and then looked at Michael and gave him an appraising look. He glanced up at the waitress but quickly smiled at Liz. "I'd love that." He handed his credit card to the waitress. "We're kind of in a hurry." He smiled at her.

"Yeah, I bet you are. I'll be right back."

"You should ask her out, Michael. She likes you, I think. She's been looking you over all night."

"I don't know. With you things are easy. You are so sweet and kind and you never make fun of me no matter how awkward or weird I get. Other girls aren't like that."

"Not all girls are stuck up bitches, Michael. You have to give them a chance to show you what they are. You'll meet a lot of bad ones but you'll meet some good ones too. The good ones are worth the pain of meeting the bad ones if you throw the bad ones to the street quickly enough."

He nodded with a serious look on his face. "So should I ask for her number when she comes back?"

Liz laughed. "No, that would not be good. Come back in a couple of weeks with a male friend and ask her out then. When she asks about me just tell her you are not with me anymore. Don't go into details and never talk about me to her."

Just then the waitress came back. "I hurried," she said as she handed Michael his credit card and the receipt to sign.

"Thanks." Michael smiled.

After the waitress left, Liz looked at him. "Give her a really good tip. It'll make a nice impression."

Back at his apartment they wasted no time stripping down. "Tonight I want a good hard fuck. Eat me first to get me ready and then fuck me hard." Liz smiled as she led him to the bed.

Pushing him backward onto the bed she laughed. Climbing up on top of him, Liz straddled his face and lowered her sex to his mouth. He put his hands on her round cheeks and kissed her inner thighs.

"No, not tonight, lover. I'm not in the mood to be teased. I just want your mouth on my pussy. Do it, eat me now."

Michael followed her direction and started licking her, drawing her lips into his mouth and sucking them. Above him, Liz moaned and drove her hips down forcing her pussy onto his tongue. He responded by thrusting it up into her deeply. He slid a finger back to her ass and massaged her hole.

"Fuck yes, suck my pussy. God, fuck me with your tongue. Baby, you have a talented mouth."

Liz pulled up, letting him catch his breath and then pushed back down. She leaned forward pressing her palms onto his chest. Her fingernails scratched at his nipples drawing a groan of pleasure from him.

Between her legs, Michael slurped noisily at her dripping pussy. He could feel her clenching above his mouth and he moved to her clit, sucking it into his mouth and holding it between his lips as his tongue flicked over it. Her thighs contracted pressing her knees against his ribs.

"Fuck! Yes, oh, fuck, yes." Liz collapsed onto him, her face pressing against his hard cock. She shuddered letting her orgasm take her.
Michael opened his mouth, drinking her nectar as it flowed from her sex. They lay like that for several minutes as Liz recovered from her orgasm. Finally she rolled to the side and then sat up.

"Whew! I needed that." She reached over and stroked his cock. "Now, how should we take of this beautiful cock? Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass, Michael?"

He shook his head with wide eyes causing her to smile.

"Lucky for you, I brought some lubricant. Wait right there."

After retrieving the lubricant from her purse she slathered it on his cock and then handed the tube to him. She climbed on the bed beside him.

"Put some lube on my ass and then fuck me silly."

She knelt on her hands and knees, looking back at him with a smile on her face. He got behind her and squirted lube into her crack. Using one hand he worked the lube down to her puckered hole and then pressed a finger knuckle deep into her ass, earning a moan of pleasure from Liz.

"That's it baby. Work your finger in my ass a little. Get me all lubed up and then shove that wonderful cock of yours deep into me. Fuck my ass, Michael. Fuck my ass hard."

Michael spread more lube on her ass and pushed a little more into her. He lined up his cock at her hole and pressed forward gently. Her ass resisted him and he pushed harder until the top of his cock slipped inside.

Liz grunted as his cock penetrated her ass. "That's it Michael, go in slow. Let me get used to it. Once it's all the way in, then you can fuck me hard."

Michael forced his cock deeper, inch by inch, taking it slow and pausing after each thrust until he was fully in. Her ass was hot and tight around his cock. Groaning from the intense pleasure he held still for a moment until Liz rocked forward pulling off him a little. She leaned back, forcing his cock in. He took the signal and began thrusting in and out of her, his tempo increasing. With hands on her hips, he drove forward hard and then pulled back, repeating urgently. Each thrust brought a grunt from her but she was moving in rhythm with him.

"That's it. Fuck me," Liz grunted out between strokes. "Fuck me hard. Reach around and play with my pussy while you fuck my ass." She dropped to her elbows and pushed her ass up high.

Michael leaned forward and stroked her as he fucked her ass. His intensity grew as his orgasm neared. Left hand rubbing her sex wildly; his right held her hip giving him the leverage to pound into her. Suddenly he stiffened, forcing his cock as deep into her ass as he could. Shoulders thrown back, he grunted and his cock pulsed as he shot his load.

Liz froze when Michael stopped, welcoming his seed into her bowels. They held still, each savoring the sensations the other was giving. As Michaels cock grew flaccid, Liz pulled forward and then slipped off the bed.

"Let's go clean up." She offered Michael her hand and led him to the bathroom.

Once they were both cleaned up they lay back on the bed, Liz snuggled with her back to Michael's chest; his arms wrapped around her.

"Did you enjoy that?" Liz asked, smiling at him over her shoulder.

"Yeah, it felt great. Not as much as the other, but sure."

"You liked fucking my pussy better than my ass?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I like seeing your face when we make love. You are so beautiful. I like kissing you too. So, yeah, I like seeing you, so I like that better."

"You're very sweet." Liz turned in his arms and kissed him deeply on the lips.

He held her gently and let his tongue explore her mouth. One of his hands slid up her side and cupped her breast, thumb caressing her nipple. Liz wrapped her fingers around his quickly hardening cock. Stroking him gently, she moaned into his mouth.

"That's what I love about young men. You are already ready to go again. That's good because I need to take a good cream pie home to my husband." Liz smiled at him.

"Does he really like it? I mean, does he like to eat other men's cum from your pussy?"

"Yes. It turns him on and he fucks me silly afterward."

"I don't think I'd like that. I mean, I don't think I'd like my girl being with another man."

"Not many men do. My husband has never been a jealous guy. He knows I love him dearly. I would stop fucking around if he ever stopped enjoying it. I never want to hurt him, but this gives him pleasure and it gives me pleasure too." Liz pushed Michael onto his back and mounted him, easily guiding his cock into her wet pussy.

Michael closed his eyes for a moment as she sank down on him and then opened them and smiled at her. "I never want this to end."

A sad look crossed Liz's face. "I'm not the woman for you, Michael. You deserve a woman of your own. Most of the men I fuck are married and devoted to their wives, in their own way."

"Do you fuck my boss, Ray Donner?"

Liz looked down at him with a stern look. "I don't fuck and tell, Michael. Don't ask me about that again."

"I'm sorry, I mean, sure, I'll never, I mean, I won't. I'm sorry."

"Relax, it's okay. Just don't ask me questions like that, okay?" She leaned forward, letting her breasts touch his chest and gave him a deep kiss. "Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me good and give me your cream pie." Her smile had a hint of sadness to it for just a moment and then she let herself get taken by the intense pleasure of his cock filling her pussy.

--

Liz stretched on the bed, her bare breasts lifting and then falling. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked toward the bathroom door.

"Are you coming out, lover?" One hand drifted down between her legs as she waited. Idly stroking her labia, she called out again. "Baby, are you ever..."

The door opened cutting her off. Stepping out wrapped in a towel that covered her hips, a beautiful woman smiled at Liz.

"Getting impatient, lover?" The woman toweled her hair as she approached the bed.

"Yes a little. You know I have to leave early tonight."

"But I wanted you to enjoy being with me."

"I always do, Becky." Liz welcomed the woman onto the bed and they kissed deeply, tongues playfully wrestled.

Liz slipped the towel from around Becky's waist and dropped it off the bed. Spreading her legs she pulled the woman down on top of her and locked her ankle's behind her back.

"I want you." Liz breathed into Becky's ear. "I want to feel you against me. I want to taste you and know I'm giving you pleasure."

Becky moaned as Liz slid her lips down her neck, nipping lightly before kissing the small hollow between Becky's neck and shoulder. Bringing a hand up, letting fingers playfully brush Becky's side, Liz cupped one of her lover's full breasts. She caressed it softly. Above her, Becky pushed up, arching her back. Her movement gave Liz access to her other breast and Liz responded eagerly. Stretching up, Liz kissed her way down to Becky's nipple. Taking it between her lips she sucked, letting her tongue flick over Becky's sensitive nub.

"Mmm, you make me feel so good." Becky pressed her chest forward, urging Liz to suck harder.

Liz took Becky's nipple between her teeth. Not biting hard, simply holding it gently, Liz nursed from Becky's bounty. Moving slowly, Liz brushed her lips down the inside of Becky's chest, kissing her glistening skin, urging her up.

Becky wiggled up, causing Liz's legs to unwrap. Becky used her new freedom to straddle Liz's waist, her dripping sex leaving a trail across Liz's heaving stomach. Both women were panting as Liz gripped Becky's hips and pulled her up. Becky rose up onto her knees letting Liz slide down the bed until her mouth was inches from Becky's sopping sex. Liz raised her head and licked the beautiful pussy in front of her, tasting it, savoring its sweet tang. Above her Becky moaned.

"Yes, oh, yes, lover. Mmm, I love your mouth on my kitty. Suck me lover. Suck me so good." Becky brought her hands down to Liz's head, holding her tight to her pussy, riding her tongue. She arched her back, groaning in pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum, lover, oh, please don't stop. I'm cumming, cumming, oh, lover." Her words faded into a long moan.

Below her, Liz moved from her clit to suck her pussy. As Becky's orgasm took her, Liz sucked her nectar as it flowed freely. Drinking it, she swallowed and sucked for more.

They stayed like this for several moments before Becky collapsed forward and then rolled off her lover. They lay together, kissing softly, then Becky grinned at Liz.

"Your turn." Becky moved down the bed and lay on her stomach between Liz's legs.

She teased Liz a little, letting her lips caress the inside of Liz's thighs.

"Stop teasing me, you little tart. Get in there and suck my pussy good. I need a good cum tonight." Liz growled.

Becky knew her lover and instantly obeyed, putting her mouth directly on Liz's sex. Becky pressed her tongue deeply between Liz's engorged lips, tasting her cream. She sucked on Liz's labia, pulling them into her mouth. Letting her tongue explore her lover's sex, Becky moved her hands underneath Liz and gripped her rounded butt. Becky knew that Liz loved to have her ass played with and so she slid one hand between her cheeks and pressed gently on Liz's hole. Liz reacted with a twitch and then a loud moan of pleasure. Becky shoved her tongue deeper, flicking it up and down rapidly.

"Mmm, fuck Becky, that feels so good. Eat my pussy, God you make me feel wonderful." Liz put a hand on Becky's head while using her other hand to pull and twist her own nipple.

Becky took the cue and moved her mouth up to suck on Liz's clit, sucking it into her mouth and holding it with her teeth. She stroked Liz's clit with her tongue, concentrating on it, pleasing her lover. As she did she pressed with her finger, forcing it knuckle deep into Liz's ass.

Liz inhaled sharply and arched her back. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh baby, that's it, fuck me." Liz thrashed her head back and forth as her climax took her.

Becky didn't stop. She continued licking and sucking on Liz's clit until her lover's orgasm subsided. When Liz reached down and drew her away, she slid up the bed to cuddle. They lay together with Becky resting her head on Liz's breast. Liz stroked Becky's hair and kissed the top of her head.

"I met a new boy a few weeks ago." Liz said softly.

"Oh?" Becky turned her head up to look at Liz.

"Yeah, I'd like you to meet him."

"Are you trying to fix me up with him?" Becky pushed herself up on one elbow, looking at Liz with mock sternness.

"Yes, actually."

"Hmm, a threesome or a hookup?"

"I thought a threesome first and then, if you two liked each other, I'd disappear and leave him to you."

"You know what happened the last time you and I tried a threesome."

"It wouldn't be like that. I'm sorry that my husband acted that way. I really wanted you both to enjoy each other."

"He is just so into you that he didn't even think of me other than to watch me with you. It's too bad too. Your husband has such a nice dick."

Liz laughed. "Michael has a nice cock too."

"Maybe you should just introduce me to him?"

"I'm afraid it has gone beyond that. I need you to steal him from me."

"Oh!" Becky's eyes widened. "Is he smitten with you?"

"Yes, I think so. I was his first and I'm pretty sure I'm still his only lover." To Becky's raised eyebrows, Liz continued, "He is young. Ray asked me to go to supper with him to get him interested in more than just work."

"So naturally you had sex with him."

"Am I that much of a slut? Don't answer that. Yes, I fucked him. Then I met him again."

"And had sex with him again."

"Yes." Liz grinned down at Becky. "But I got the impression he thinks he is in love with me. I was very upfront with him. I told him I was married and loved my husband before we fucked the first time."

"But he is confused. How could you love your husband and still have sex with him." Becky sat all the way up. "Of course he is in love with you. You said you were his first. How old is he?"

"About your age, maybe twenty-four, twenty-five."

"And he was still a virgin? What's wrong with him?"

"Oh, he's a little awkward, kinda geeky, but very nice. Not the kind of guy teen girls go for at all. He's cute and he's a very quick learner. In just two tries he's become a passable lover."

"I like geeky guys."

"I know. You're kind of a geek too." Liz smiled at Becky.

"I'm not a geek!" Becky laughed. "Just because I'm a chemical engineer does not make me a geek."

"You love math, Star Trek, and My Little Pony. You are as much a geek as I am a slut."

"Oh" Becky mocked shock for a moment. "I guess I'm a geek then."

Both women laughed; smiling at each other.

I'm hoping you two will really hit it off." Liz's eyes pleaded with her lover.

"Okay, set it up. It can't be any worse than the threesome with your love struck husband. You really are a lucky girl, you know."

"I know. I've got to get home." Liz rose from the bed and began to dress. "I'll call you once it is set up. I think I'll take him to Floyd's Steak house and meet you there by accident."

"Then the three of us go back to his place?"

"Something like that. If you two hit it off, then yeah. If it goes really well then maybe I go home and the two of you go back to his place." Liz stepped into her heels. "I'll give you a call, 'kay?"

"I don't know why I let you talk me into crazy things like this, but sure." Becky laughed.

--

It was Friday and Liz sat in her Z4, anticipation building in her. Her phone buzzed and she looked at the incoming text. "Ready come in im at door" She smiled and tossed her phone in her purse and climbed out of her car. Straightening her skirt, she patted her stomach and then walked up to the door. She'd fucked thirty-seven men other than her husband since she'd been married and still, every time made her stomach jitter. Something about the naughtiness of it still excited her. She reached the door and Ray opened it for her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was a little sad that this was the last time she would get to fuck Michael and she might not even fuck him tonight. She forced a smile to her face and gave Ray a deep kiss before letting him lead her in. At the security desk she signed the form. Ray put her in time as 16:30 and her out time as 16:45. It was five-thirty.

Ray gave her another kiss and whispered, "Good luck. He's been walking on cloud nine the whole week."

"Hopefully he will still be high after tonight, but high on a different woman." Liz smiled back at him.

"You know, you could still be his mistress after this if you wanted."

"No, much better for him to let him be with a woman who can really be his girlfriend."

"If you say so. I like Becky, but she's not you. I'm not sure your plan is going to work."

"You under-estimate her. When she wants a man, she knows how to get him. I just hope they like each other. You never know, you know. Well, I better get this going. We are supposed to accidentally bump into Becky around six-thirty."

Ray patted her on the bottom. "Have fun."

Liz made her way back to Michael's cubicle. "Hi Michael. How are you tonight."

She'd called him earlier in the week and set up the date. Probably one of the reasons he'd been happy, she guessed.

Michael turned around quickly, bumping his knee on his keyboard tray. "Liz! I'm great. How are you tonight."

"Wonderful. Actually I'm hungry. Are you okay with Floyd's tonight?"

"Sure. Let me log off and I'll be ready."

It was about a forty-five minute drive from Daltech to Floyd's Steakhouse and Liz wanted to arrive right at six-thirty so once he logged off, she stepped up to him and took him in her arms and gave him a deep kiss. As she kissed him her hand slid down to brush his cock through his slacks. He returned her kiss with passion but broke it off after a few minutes.

"We should go," he said, looking around.

"Michael, are you ashamed of me?"

"No, Liz!" Michael's eyes went wide. "Never! You are wonderful. It's just that, well, it's only five-thirty-five. I mean, we aren't supposed to have girlfriends at work."

Liz smiled at him and then stepped closer. "I like breaking rules," she breathed into his ear and then kissed him again.

This was a longer kiss and they let their tongues wrestle. Liz fondled Michael's cock while they kissed. As they kissed Michael finally loosened up enough to slide a hand up to caress one of Liz's breasts.

"Michael!" A woman's voice broke the moment. Michael jerked back, embarrassed.

Liz turned smoothly to face the intruder. "Hi, I'm Liz." She held out her hand to the wide eyed woman in a frumpy gray skirt and black shapeless blouse.

The frumpy woman seemed taken aback by Liz. "I'm Janice. What are you doing here? I mean other than molesting poor Michael here."

Liz smiled broadly. "I'm taking him out to supper and then he and I and one of my girlfriends are going to have a wild threesome. That is unless you want to join in. We can make it a foursome if you'd like." Liz believed that telling nosy people the truth was the best policy.

"Well, I never! Good night Michael." Janice spun around and stalked off.

Michael was doing his best not to laugh. When he'd calmed down a little, he grinned at Liz. "Janice thinks she is everyone's mom. I'm sure you shocked ten years off her life."

"Oh, I hope not. I don't think she could spare that much."

Liz led Michael out to her car. They talked as Liz drove through the busy city streets; evading the other idiot drivers with ease in her sporty BMW. Their conversation touched on nearly every topic, from politics to space travel. Michael was obviously more interested in the later. Liz turned into Floyds parking lot and pulled up the valet kiosk. Smiling at the cute valet who took her keys, Liz followed Michael into the restaurant to find Becky arguing with the hostess.

"But I'm sure I have a reservation here for six-thirty."

"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't have anything under that name." The hostess truly looked sad for Becky.

"Becky!" Liz grinned at her friend. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know what happened. I was supposed to meet some friends here for supper and I'm sure Terry told me it was for six-thirty. Let me call her."

While Becky tapped at her phone, Liz gave her name to the hostess.

"Yes, I have your reservation. Your table will be ready in just a moment. Is the rest of your ..."

"I'm sorry. Can you give me just a minute?" Liz interrupted with a smile. She turned to Michael. "I'm sorry, I should have introduced you. This is Becky, a friend of mine. She's a chemical engineer for Beefchem in Fort Worth."

Becky pulled her phone away from her ear. "Dang it!" She screwed her face up. "Terry is over at Big Daddy's. I don't know how I got that mixed up with Floyds."

"Big Daddy's! That's clear on the other side of Fort Worth." Liz raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, they'll be through eating before I even get there."

"Why don't you eat with us? Do you mind Michael?"

Michaels face showed that he did, but he said, "No, of course not."

Liz turned to the hostess. "Would it be okay to change my reservation to three and let my friend join us?"

The hostess looked confused. "But..."

"Oh please. Surely you have a table for three?"

"Yes, of course but ..."

"Great, we are ready to be seated whenever you are. Thank you so much." Liz winked at the hostess who finally seemed to catch on.

"Sure, I think your table is ready. If you'll follow me?"

At the table their waiter took their orders and then disappeared. Liz looked at Becky.

"So you were meeting friends tonight?"

"Yeah, Terry and Lynn. I guess we agreed on Big Daddy's but for some reason I was sure we said here. Oh well."

"Well I'm glad we ran into you. Becky, this is my friend Michael."

"Hi Michael." Becky smiled at him.

"Hi Becky. Nice to meet you. Liz told me you are chemical engineer?"
"Yeah, I work for Beefchem. I work on food additives for the beef industry. Not terribly exciting, but I like it."

"Sounds pretty cool to me. I'm a software engineer at Daltech. I like it there because we work on so many different things all the time. Right now I'm working on a garbage recycling system that we hope will be able to differentiate between several hundred different recyclable materials and sort them automatically and route them to the correct recycling process."

"Really? That sounds fascinating." Becky reached over the table and touched Michael's hand.

Liz sat back as her two friends talked. By the time their food arrived they were deep into a conversation comparing "Deep Space 9" to "Enterprise". When the meal was over they ordered dessert while discussing the Pluto photos being posted by NASA. Liz surreptitiously hit a button on her phone. A minute later it buzzed and she excused herself from the table. Michael didn't seem to mind. Becky gave her a smile.

Liz stood in the waiting area for several minutes watching Becky and Michael. She'd done it, she was sure. They were perfect together. After a while, Liz made her way back to the table.

"Michael, baby. I'm sorry, but my husband isn't feeling well," she lied. "I need to go home and take care of him." She turned to Becky. "Michael rode with me. Can you give him a ride home?"

Michael looked at her. "You have to leave?"

"Yes, Michael. My husband needs me."

"Oh. Okay. I understand." He looked at Becky.

"I don't mind giving you a lift. It'll give us more time to get to know each other."

"Thanks Becky. I'd like that."

Liz picked up her purse, gave Michael a kiss on the cheek, and then left. Out in her car she sat behind the wheel for a moment. Two tears drifted down her cheeks before she shook herself. Smiling at her reflection in the rear view mirror, she took a deep breath and let it out. Michael and Becky would be happy together. This was for the best. She put the keys in and started the engine. Right then what she really needed was to feel her husband's arms around her.


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