Alternative Lives

Ben awoke feeling totally refreshed. He looked down at his cock which was as long as it had ever been and rock hard. "God," he thought, "I am going to need to jerk myself off when I get back to the office."

Once Abby had disconnected him from the "Dream machine", he started to get dressed. As he pulled on his boxers he noticed a mark on his cock; closer inspection revealed a bright red mark like the lip-stick Holly had on in his dream. Confused, Ben finished dressing and went back to the reception area. Holly didn't appear to have any lipstick on -- "What the hell is going on here?" he thought, "my dreams can't produce a phantom lipstick mark on my cock, surely?"

After leaving the building, he walked a few paces before realising he had left his jacket in the cubicle. He returned to the reception and caught Holly applying some bright red lipstick to her lips.

"Oh," she said, looking rather sheepish, "can I help you Ben?"

"I left my jacket," he said.

"Oh, it's hanging over there. Abby brought it out when she'd finished cleaning up the cubicles. I didn't know whose it was," said Holly, indicating a coat rack, where Ben's jacket was hanging.

"Thanks," said Ben, "for everything."

Holly blushed as she watched Ben reclaim his jacket and put it on. She was taking in his firm butt as he stood with his back to her, her hand drifting between her thighs. She watched him all the way out of the door and past the window, before calling Abby to cover her while she went to the ladies to relieve herself.

Back in the office, Ben noticed Sonia introducing Patsy around the office. When they came to him and Zach, Sonia informed them that Patsy was the new head of HR.

"Oh God," thought Ben "that means I am directly under her!" He pictured his dream of when he was literally under her pussy, licking her with his tongue, and his erection returned instantly. He made sure to keep his legs firmly under his desk to avoid the bulge in his trousers being noticeable.

"I plan on having one-to-ones with all of my team as soon as possible," said Patsy, "Ben, I've scheduled yours for five-thirty this afternoon."

"But ... I normally leave at five," he said.

"Come now Ben, that's not the spirit. Just call your wife and let her know you'll be a bit late. I'll try not to take too long with you," said Patsy, casting her eyes over his body.

"Yes ma'am," said Ben, feeling like a little boy in the principal's office.

"Now," said Patsy, "can you go get me a cup of black coffee, while Sonia continues to introduce me around?"

"Yes ma'am," said Ben, again, rising awkwardly from his chair, with his erection sticking out like a flagpole.

Both Sonia and Patsy's eyes dropped to his crotch and they smiled at the sight that met them.

"You might want to do something about that," suggested Patsy as she turned to speak to Zach.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," thought Ben as he hurried to the toilets, "now I've got two of them in the office and they've just seen by sodding erection. Fuckkkk!"

Once inside a cubicle, Ben lowered his trousers and boxers, suddenly noticing the red lipstick mark again. He grabbed some toilet roll and wet it in the toilet bowl, rubbing the wet tissue where his cock was marked. The tissue was coming off and sticking to his cock and he had to rub harder, suddenly getting that knowing feeling as his cock spurted out a load od cum onto the toilet seat, the floor with just a few drops actually making the toilet bowl.

Ben cursed at the additional mess he had made, grabbing some more toilet roll and cleaning up his cum before returning his attention to the lipstick on his cock. He was making some progress, although to a certain extent, he was smudging the red along the rest of his cock.

There was a knock on the cubicle door.

"Ben, you okay in there."

It was Zach. Ben groaned, now people had noticed how long he had been in the loo and he still hadn't managed to remove all traces of the lipstick.

"I'm fine mate. Just got a slight problem with the old todger -- cover for me, will you?" said Ben.

"Sure, pal. That Patsy seems like she's going to be a very demanding boss," he said as he exited the toilets.

"Just what I'm worried about," thought Ben, as he continued to clean his cock, before replacing it in his trousers and returning to his desk.

As soon as he sat down, his phone rang. It was Patsy, summoning him to her office.

"Close the door," she commanded, as he entered the room.

She had one leg up on the desk, giving him a good view of the side of her leg up to about mid-thigh.

"Well, you haven't got off to a very good start with me, have you?" she asked.

Ben looked at her, puzzled.

"Coffee?" she reminded him.

"Oh shit -- I mean damn -- sorry -- I'll get it now," he said, hastily leaving the room and going to the kitchen area.

As he returned to her office, she had swung her chair around so that it's back was towards him, as she looked out of the picture window.

"Put it on the desk," she said, "Now, Ben, let's see if you can redeem yourself. Are you any good at giving massages? I get so tight at the top of my back and my neck."

Ben prided himself on his massages; it was one of the things that Crystal always praised him for -- "his magic hands" as she called them.

Ben stood behind Patsy and started to massage her shoulders. As he looked down, he realised that Patsy had undone a couple of buttons of her blouse and he had a birds-eye view of her cleavage and if he moved in a certain way, he could even see the start of a nipple.

"Why have you stopped? You haven't even started to cure the problem," asked Patsy.

Ben hadn't realised that his hands had stopped massaging Patsy's shoulders, so transfixed had he been by the view down her blouse. He recommenced the massage, pressing his fingers firmly into her shoulders and seeking out the knots. He could feel his cock growing in his pants. "Not again," he thought, "God give me some control over my damn cock!"

Patsy was moaning lightly; it looked to Ben like she was squeezing her thighs together as he massaged her -- like she was experiencing some sensual pleasure between her legs from the feel of his hands working over her back and neck. One of her hands went between her legs as she said, "A word of what happens in this office gets out and you're fired, and don't think I don't mean it. As head of HR I know all the tricks to get rid of unwanted employees and I would hate for you to become one of them Ben!"

With that said, she moved her hand up her skirt and was quite obviously masturbating as Ben continued to rub her shoulders.

"I don't suppose there's any chance you could take over this for me, is there?" she asked him.

"Sorry, Patsy -- can I call you Patsy?" he asked.

She nodded, and he continued, "You see I'm happily married and I can't cheat on my wife."

"I wouldn't call it cheating Benny boy," she said, "It's not like I'm asking you to put your cock in me -- just massage me in a different area?"

"Sorry," replied Ben, "I think my wife would consider that cheating -- hell, you're the first other woman I've even massaged since we got married."

"Shame," said Patsy, "You'll just have to continue with my neck and shoulders till I've cum."

Ben's face reddened as he continued to massage Patsy, switching his gaze from the lovely view down her blouse to the movement under her skirt, where he was imagining her fingers planted in her pussy -- just like his tongue had been planted in it in his dream.

Shortly, Patsy let out a low gasp and pulled her fingers from her pussy, shoving them in her mouth. She sucked and licked them greedily, before turning her head to Ben.

"Would you like a taste of my nectar?" she asked of him.

His head nodded yes as his mouth said, "No thank you -- I really can't get involved."

Patsy laughed.

"Looks like you're in two minds, my lad," she said, as she slid her fingers back into her snatch and retrieved them coated in more of her juices. She offered them to him and he lent forward, taking her fingers into his mouth and savouring the taste of her pussy.

"If you want, you can lick it straight from the source," she said, spreading her legs wide and indicating for him to get between them.

"I'd better not, Patsy," he said, "it could all get a little complicated and go a little too far."

"I won't tell if you won't," said Patsy, "Let's reconvene this discussion at your one-to-one tonight."

Ben left the office and returned to his desk, where Zach was staring at him.

"So, what did she want?" he enquired.

"Her coffee and a bloody massage," said Ben, giving Zach a look that said, "Ask me no more!"

Ben got on the phone to Crystal to advise her that he was going to have to stay late at the request of his new manager; he decided against advising her that it was a woman, let alone a hot, randy one.

Once the clock hit five, the office started to empty. At twenty-five past, Ben took a chair outside Patsy's office, waiting for Zach to emerge. Sonia was hovering nearby and asked him if he wanted a tea or coffee. He declined her offer and watched as her shapely figure made its way to the kitchen. Her legs were so delightfully long, leading up to that gorgeously tight arse. He made a mental note to fuck her in the arse next time he went to "AL"- hell, he would fuck Patsy in the arse as well for making him feel so awkward this afternoon!

Zach emerged from the office shaking his head at Ben.

"In you come, Ben," came the commanding tones of Patsy's voice.

He got up and entered Patsy's office. She had closed the blinds and just had her desk lamp on, leaving the room only partially lit. As before, one of her legs was up on her desk, almost inviting him to the promised land.

"Take a seat," she said, "Sonia will be joining us to take notes."

"Oh shit," he thought. "the pair of them together, just like in my dream."

Sonia walked in carrying a coffee for Patsy and a fresh orange juice for herself.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can get for you Ben?" she said as she entered the room.

"I'm fine, thank you Sonia," he said, unable to keep his eyes off her legs.

"I think you've got a fan, Sonya," said Patsy, as she lowered her leg off the desk and sat upright in her chair. "Now, Ben, I want you to tell me what your responsibilities are in the HR department, what you do and why you should be retained, because the truth of the matter is, I've been hired to cut the wage bill and that starts with this department. I'm looking to lose two to three people and your job is as much on the line as anyone's."

Ben's stomach started to churn; this was the last thing he had been expecting -- he couldn't bear the thought of going home to Crystal and telling her he had lost his job! Truth be told, he had been carrying Zach for some months; he was a nice bloke -- a good friend even -- but lazy as fuck and really took his job for granted. He couldn't throw his mate under the train, however; all he could do was fight for his own job and let Zach fight his own battle.

Ben explained his role in the team to Patsy, with Sonia occasionally chipping in with extra jobs he did that he had overlooked. Ben felt good that Sonia was on his side -- surely she must have some influence on her sister when it came to who was being kept and who was being given the bullet; he just had to make sure he kept Sonia on board.

As Sonia and Ben left Patsy's office, Sonia said to Ben, "Well, I think you owe me after that and I know just how I want to collect payment." She turned to Ben and moved her mouth towards him.

"Sonia, I can't. I'm married -- you know that," said Ben.

"I'm not asking you to leave her, Ben. Hell, I'm not even asking for a serious relationship; I just want an affair -- a quick fuck if you like -- I've had my eyes on you ever since I saw you and I need satisfaction. I need to know how big your cock really is -- how it feels inside me -- how it feels to have my pussy drenched with your cum. Once you've answered those questions, I'll leave you and Crystal to get on with your sorry little lives."

"But Sonia, I ,,,,,,, I don't know if I could stop, if I started. You are everything that Crystal used to be -- sexy, smart, alluring even -- that is why I can't risk it -- it's like one bite of the forbidden fruit and my whole world might collapse," Ben was, for once, staring into Sonia's eyes as he said these words.

Her smile brightened as she listened to him. "Ben, if you're not happy in your marriage -- you really shouldn't be holding onto it. Perhaps whatever was there has died; you're still young and handsome, get out of that marriage and find someone who can fulfil your dreams, your desires. Now, as for the biting, I'm not so sure -- depends on where and how hard, I suppose."

With that she turned her back on him and walked away, wiggling her arse provocatively.

Ben watched her disappear into the ladies and was sorely tempted to follow her. What she had said -- fulfil his dreams -- his desires -- well, he knew exactly who had been the subject of his recent dreams! Had she guessed about his dreams or was she friends with Holly or Abby perhaps?

Ben went to get his jacket and left for home, pondering the days events. He felt he still loved Crystal, but she no longer satisfied him sexually.

As he walked in the front door, he was greeted by Crystal, wearing a thin negligee which covered very little -- in fact, as it was see through, it hid nothing! His eyes almost popped out of their sockets; seeing his wife's delectable body on display. His cock twitched in his pants as he imagined Sonia in the same negligee.

"Get a grip, man," he thought, "You've got a wife with a sexy body standing right in front of you -- why the hell would you be thinking of another woman?"

He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining as they played with each other. Breaking off from the kiss, he led her by the arm to their bedroom where he practically threw her on the bed before divesting himself of his clothes. Once naked, he climbed on top of her and without so much as a by-your-leave thrust into her. Crystal was shocked although also aroused by Ben's animalistic behaviour; her pussy was wet and she moaned as he ground his cock deep into her. Ben was so aroused by the day's events and his wife's flimsy apparel that he came almost instantly, both to his and Crystal's disappointment.

"Sorry honey," he said, "I was just so turned on by you in that outfit! Maybe we can try again after dinner?"

"I'm gonna hold you to that, Ben," she answered, "I barely reached take off let alone climax! You owe me big time and I mean big time," she said, indicating towards his cock.

Ben smiled at Crystal, "You know me honey -- always up for a challenge." He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and went downstairs as Crystal cleaned herself up. She wrapped a dressing gown around her and went to the kitchen to finish preparing their meal.

After their meal, they sat together on the couch; Crystal's legs on Ben's lap. He was idly stroking them, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin under his touch. Crystal moved further down so that her crotch was now on his lap. Getting the message, Ben ran his hand under her dressing gown and over the flimsy material covering her pussy. Crystal let out a soft moan as Ben's fingers started to explore her pussy; he found it incredibly erotic that he couldn't see what his hand was doing -- he was having to explore by feel alone -- his fingers investigating the pussy of his wife, enjoying her wetness -- he stumbled upon her clit and took it between his finger and thumb, squeezing lightly. Another moan escaped her lips, this one much louder and longer.

"Yes baby," she said, "finger me; shove your fingers in my pussy and use them to fuck me."

Now it was Ben's turn to moan; he loved it when Crystal talked dirty -- it was all too rare an occurrence which made him appreciate it all the more when it happened. He pushed two fingers into Crystal's wet pussy, moving them around inside her.

"Harder, Ben, harder," she called out, her breath becoming ragged.

Ben moved his fingers in and out of her pussy more forcibly, her hips were bucking on his lap, sometimes making access easier for him -- sometimes harder -- but he persevered using a thumb to find her clit and rub it.

"Ohh fuck, that's it -- don't stop," she screamed.

Ben continued to pump her pussy as she climaxed on his lap; her breath coming in shallow gasps as her climax slowly subsided. Ben got up from underneath her and span her around so that her legs were on the floor, he parted her thighs and buried his head between them, drinking in as much of her nectar as he could find, his tongue on over-drive delving into her sodden pussy. Crystal was holding his head and gasping.

"Ohh God, I'm gonna cum again," she said as she squirted on Ben's face, her juices running down his cheeks and neck, soaking into his shirt.

"Thank you, baby," she said, "but don't think you are off the hook just because of that! I still want your cock inside me and for longer than ten seconds this time!"

Ben smiled. "If only our sex life was like this all the time," he thought, "there'd be no need for "AL" nor, for that matter, for fantasies about Sonia."

Crystal took Ben by the arm and led him to the bedroom.

"Okay, stud, strip and lie down -- I want to ride you," commanded Crystal.

Ben did as he was told, enjoying this little display of dominance by his wife. As he lay on the bed naked, he watched as his wife approached him, slowly, sashaying her hips -- she climbed on to the bed and grasped his rod, stroking it a couple of times before straddling him and pushing his knob into her. Her eyes were staring into his as she lowered herself slowly, feeding her pussy his full length.

"You just lay there, Ben; I'm going to do all the work," she purred at him -- her nails scratching across his chest.

She rocked on him slowly for a while, not raising her pussy but just moving forwards and backwards and side to side. Her pussy felt full and she was enjoying this time of being in charge; commanding the situation, making things happen as and when she decided. She pressed down on Ben's chest as she slowly raised herself off his cock, inching slowly upwards, constantly keeping eye contact. When she had almost entirely removed his cock from her, she slammed back down, causing Ben to grunt with the power of her thrust. She repeated this manoeuvre several times; each time knocking the wind out of Ben as she thrust down on him. He could feel his cock being coated with her slick juices as she rode him.

"This is how sex should be," he thought "pure animalistic fucking!"

"Ohh yes, baby," said Crystal, "Your cock feels so good inside me."

"And your pussy feels so fucking good riding my cock, honey," said Ben as he reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them together and thumbing her nipples.

Crystal let out a soft moan; she loved having her tits played with. She threw her head back and started to ride Ben even harder, slamming down on his cock with all her might. Ben couldn't take any more and poured his seed into her -- it seemed to him like he was firing a never-ending torrent of cum into his wife's hungry pussy. AS he eventually stopped, Crystal pulled up and edged her way up his body. When she was astride his chest, she reached down and pulled her labia apart, pushing slightly with her vaginal muscles; a stream of cum emptied from her pussy and landed on Ben. Crystal reached down and massaged the cum into his chest saving just the last couple of fingers worth to pop into her mouth.

"Thank you, Ben," she said, "I suppose you're forgiven for earlier now." She smiled down at him as she climbed off and made for the shower.

Ben lay on the bed, a happy, satiated man, with no thoughts of Sonia intruding into his mind. "Shit," he thought, "I am one hell of a lucky dude."