Watching Her With The Lawyers (4 page)

9

I
am shaking with excitement as I settle my bill and head out of the bar. This couldn’t have worked out more perfectly. Not only did I get these guys to switch into tough-guy-protective mode, but I also got the entire group to head back upstairs to the empty office! Of course, all their stuff is still up there so they would have headed back eventually, but I am still proud of myself for getting them to go up right now, when emotions are still running high, the protective instinct still burning in these testosterone-filled animals.

The building lobby is quiet and empty, though still brightly lit when I take the escalator up from the basement. There is a security desk near the elevators, but it is just a simple sign-in sheet process which I’ve been through many times before. The elevators are still unlocked and don’t need an access card since it’s not midnight yet. Cynthia’s office itself will need an access card to get in, but Cynthia told me it should be easy enough for her to let me in on her way to the restroom or something.

So I stroll up to the guard desk, smiling at the bored security guy who looks Eastern European or something. I am about to sign in, but then I feel my phone vibrate and I back off to check. It is Cynthia, and I do a double-take and quickly answer.

“Hello?” I say, wondering if she’s already waiting for me at the office door and is calling to see where I am.

But there is no answer, and now I can hear voices come through and I realize that Cynthia has called me so I can listen in! Holy shit, YES!

So I retreat to the waiting area at the far end of the lobby and drop into a big brown leather sofa, putting my feet up on the low glass table and smiling widely as I settle in to listen. It takes me a minute to realize that the five of them are actually standing outside the building, probably at the back entrance, having a cigarette.

“Nah,” I hear Parker saying. “I don’t smoke those things.”

“Suit yourself,” Marcos says as I hear the heavy metallic clink of a Zippo lighter. “Jack?”

A pause and then Jack answers. “I’m more of a cigar man, but sure, what the hell.”

Marcos laughs and that Zippo strikes again.

“Anders?” says Marcos, and I imagine him offering the tall German a cigarette.

“Thank you,” comes Anders’s deadpan voice. “But I have my own.”

Everyone laughs now, and there is no talk for a few moments while the men get their smoke on. Cynthia hasn’t said a word so far, but I can tell she has something planned. Yes, she’s got something planned, or else she wouldn’t have called me to listen in.

“Hey, I just wanted to . . .” Cynthia starts to say, and I feel a shiver go through me when I hear the tone of her voice. I know that tone—a bit of uncertainty, vulnerability, gratitude . . . and all of it probably wrapped in that look she used to give me in the early days, that look that I knew was an invitation. “I mean, what I’m trying to say is . . .”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Parker says now, his voice loud enough for me to tell that he is very close to my wife right now. “That guy was an asshole.” Now he pauses for a moment, and I feel my cock move as he speaks again. “And he was wrong, Cyn. You aren’t too old for us.”

I hear Cynthia laugh now, that girlish, “Oh, you...” sort of laugh, and I can imagine her fluttering her eyelids, opening and closing her mouth, looking into Parker’s eyes right now, holding his gaze.

There is a moment of silence again, and now Cynthia speaks. “Well, I have to admit that it felt nice when you guys said that I’m with you. All of you.”

My heart is pounding as I listen to my wife speak, and I am already getting hard as I sit here in the empty lobby. Come on, Cyn. Take it one step further. Do it.

And now I hear some static as Cynthia moves, and I hear a definite smack of the lips as Cynthia says, “Thank you, Parker.”

And now a pause and then another smacking sound. “Thank you, Marcos.”

Then “Thank you, Jack.”

And finally one last loud smack and a, “Thank you, Anders.”

I cannot see what’s happening, but I can hear the arousal in my wife’s voice. The men have not said a word, and I somehow sense that this was more than just a friendly kiss on the cheek. What, did she go up close to each one of them and kiss them on their lips? Did she brush her tits against their arms and chests as she leaned into them? Did she casually push her cushioned hips into their crotches as she thanked them? Or did she just reach down and rub each man’s cock to make sure there was no doubt?

The possibilities are driving me wild, and I can barely breathe as I listen hard for confirmation that this party is about to move upstairs. Everyone is quiet, and I wonder what the fuck is going on! Has Cynthia dropped to her knees already? Is she unzipping Parker right now, out in the parking lot? Is Jack already pulling down her tights from behind? Marcos and Anders dropping their cigarettes as they reach for their cocks?

I have no way of knowing, but whatever Cynthia’s doing must be working, because a moment later I hear Anders’s voice, soft and urgent.

“We should go upstairs,” he says. “Everyone. Upstairs now.”

10

I
stay in my seat as I hear their footsteps ring out through the empty lobby. They are approaching the elevators from the back entrance, so they will not pass me. Not that they would notice, judging by the fact that everyone is still silent, walking fast, like they all have someplace to go and something to do.

Yes, like they all have something to do . . .

I listen for the elevator doors to close, and then I wait five minutes before casually strolling to the security desk and signing in. Now I am in the elevator, and I think it must be the same one that Cynthia and the lawyers took, because I can smell them in here. Cynthia’s perfume is subtle but clear, and there is a mix of men’s cologne and the strong smell of cigarette smoke. The combination for some reason makes me excited, and I am hard again by the time the elevator doors open silently outside Cynthia’s office.

The doors are glass and I can see inside. The lights are off throughout most of the office, and I exhale when I realize that yes, the place is in fact deserted. It is not a particularly large office, and as I press my face to the glass, I can see the brightly lit conference room at the corner.

I pull out my phone, about to send Cynthia a text to let her know I’m outside. But I see that she has already sent ME a text! It says, “In the fake plant,” and I frown for a moment before looking around and seeing a floor-standing flower pot with an ugly fake plant in it over by the left side of the door.

I walk over and poke around, and sure enough, there is my wife’s access card. She must have slipped it in there while walking in. Or maybe she did it earlier in the night. Who knows. Who cares.

With shaking hands I let myself in, feeling like a fucking criminal as I creep along the inside wall, staying low against the dark walls of the empty cubicles. I glance up at the ceilings for cameras, but Cynthia told me they don’t have them in the office itself. This isn’t that kind of office.

Not that it would matter anyway, I think as I approach the conference room, where I can see shadows moving against the bright overhead lights. Nobody’s committing a crime here. Cynthia and the lawyers are on their way out anyway, and what is the company going to do to me if they catch me on camera, if they catch ALL of us on camera!

Now I am close, and I stop and try to control my breathing. The room is eerily quiet, and I feel a chill run through my body when I realize that this can mean only one thing. Yes, if no one is talking right now, it means that there’s nothing left to say.

The conference room has glass walls on two sides, though the bottom half of the glass is frosted and opaque. So I creep closer now, cautious but still comfortable because the main office is still dark and thankfully does not have those motion-sensing lights that would give me away. Or maybe it does have those kind of lights and Cynthia turned off the switch beforehand. Who knows. Who cares.

Finally I am up against the glass wall, crouched down low, and now I can hear sounds coming from inside the room. Yes, I can hear sounds, and they are sounds and not voices.

Oh, fuck, I think as I hear a soft whimper from my wife. Oh fuck, they’ve already started.

And so now, after all the excitement and anticipation of the night, I slowly rise up, my cock stiff against my thigh, the blood pounding in my ears . . . yes, I slowly rise up, press my face against the cool glass, and start to watch my wife.

Watch her with the lawyers.

11

H
er jacket is off and her shirt is already unbuttoned, and my wife is backed up against a large wall-mounted whiteboard that is covered with notes scribbled in dry-erase marker. She looks fucking HOT with her silver blouse unbuttoned all the way down and untucked, her tight knee-length skirt looking black and shiny, her tights looking erotic as hell as they outline her round calves.

Parker, the tall black man, is kissing her neck as he massages the flesh on her stomach, now gathering her right boob in his hand and squeezing as my wife moans and opens her mouth wide, taking in Parker’s long red tongue. Oh, shit, Cynthia, you look so fucking hot right now!

Jack and Marcos are both sitting at the conference table, just watching in silence, half-smiles on their faces, legs spread wide under the table. Anders, who seems to be the boss or at least the senior lawyer, is standing at the end of the table, his elbow resting on the backrest of a chair, his eyes focused on Parker’s hands that are plucking at my wife’s nipples through her black bra.

“Lift the bra cup,” Anders says in his deadpan German accent. “Let us have a look.”

Jack lets out a muffled sound of anticipation, and Marcos shifts in his seat and adjusts his crotch as Parker kisses my wife once more on the mouth, pinches her nipple HARD, and then steps back and lifts her bra up over her tits, unleashing my wife’s beautiful globes that are perhaps not as perky as they were ten years ago, but look just DIVINE right now.

“Oh, Jeez,” Jack says now, and he stands up immediately, his cock pushing against his pants as he moves to the front of the room. “Oh, God, Cynthia.”

Cynthia raises both arms high over her head, exposing her tits in all their glory, and Jack just fucking GROANS now as he gets to my wife and takes her right breast into his dripping mouth, sucking on it so hard that Cynthia winces for a moment and sticks out her tongue involuntarily as her eyelids start to flutter.

Now Anders reaches out and starts to press my wife’s left breast, squeezing the tit first in a strange way before moving his fingers over her nipple that gets hard immediately under his touch. He is staring at her nipple with fascination as he pinches and pulls, and now he smiles once and then SLAPS her tit hard, smiling again as he watches the soft flesh quiver and start to turn red.

“Is it okay if I do this?” he asks Cynthia now, and I almost laugh at how this guy who is supposed to be an asshole is asking permission to slap my wife’s tits. “You are okay with this?”

Cynthia just half-nods, barely paying attention because Parker is now standing by her, up against that white-board, and he is kissing her again, licking her face as she slurps at his tongue and lips.

Anders is still pinching my wife’s nipple and then slapping her tit while Jack suckles on her other breast like a fucking animal, and now I watch as Marcos stands up and moves to where the three other lawyers have their hands and tongues all over my wife.

He is staring at her hips, which look erotic and wide in that tight black skirt with the shiny tights beneath. Marcos reaches out and touches the outside of those magnificent hips now, running both hands along either side, tracing the outline of her womanly curves as his tongue hangs out and his breathing gets heavier.

Soon he is on his knees, and now he presses his face into my wife’s crotch through her skirt, breathing deeply, turning his head and licking the skirt now, breathing in again. Can he smell my wife’s cunt through her skirt? Oh, fuck I am so goddamn hard now as I watch Marcos slowly run his fingers down her leg, now back up, now moving underneath her skirt, higher, higher, higher . . .

And my Cynthia spreads her legs a bit more as I watch in ecstasy as the outline of Marcos’s hand shows up beneath my wife’s skirt, right at her crotch, and he is rubbing her now, and I watch his knuckles move under the cloth as he works his fingers and thumb against my wife’s privates, pushing the cloth of her tights and panties into her cunt that must be wet, that has perhaps been wet for hours now.

I am throbbing in my pants now as I watch these four men kiss and suck, squeeze and slap, probe and finger my wife as she stands there like a goddess, mouth open and hungry, legs spread wide, hands still above her head as her tits and pussy get worked.

She is slowly moving her hips as Marcos keeps rubbing her crotch, and now I slowly unzip my trousers and reach inside and start to stroke my rock-hard cock as Marcos reaches up my wife’s skirt and starts to pull her tights down from behind.

12

M
y wife’s tights are sitting in a crumpled black heap on the table now, and she is gasping for breath as Anders and Parker take turns kissing her on the mouth. The two men are coating her face with their saliva, just licking her skin like animals as she sticks her own tongue out and wags it like a bitch in heat.

Jack seems to be in heaven right now, and he has got one hand on Cynthia’s left breast and is still sucking hard on her right nipple. Now he raises his head, shouts “Oh, FUCK this is so wild,” and then moves to the other side of my wife and starts to suck her left tit which is still red and raw from Anders’s weird fixation with slapping it.

Jack has to step around Marcos to get to the other side of Cynthia, and now I look down and see that Marcos, the Spanish-Italian seductress of white women, is on his knees in front of my wife. He has pushed her skirt up over her hips, and I grip my cock tighter as I take in the sight of my wife’s beautiful curves, the white skin of her thick thighs and hips highlighted against the shiny V of her black underwear that I can tell is soaked with the juices from her cunt.

Marcos is smelling my wife’s crotch carefully, taking in her scent as he rubs her ass from behind, pulling her into him. He is licking her thighs now as he continues to rub Cynthia’s ass, and I watch in ecstasy as his tongue moves up and center, darting in and out of his mouth as he begins to lick my wife’s mound through her wet panties.

Cynthia is moaning and muttering as Anders and Parker continue to share her face, kissing her lips almost together, licking her smooth cheeks, her forehead, even her eyelids. It is filthy but so fucking hot that I can feel my hands getting wet with my pre-cum. I am shivering with the excitement of watching four men so focused on my wife as she stands there against the wall, and I am so goddamn aroused that I wonder if I will explode—not just my cock—I mean ALL of me!

I watch with fascination as Parker grabs Jack’s head now and pulls his hungry lips away from my wife’s tits so he can squeeze her wet, erect nipple. Jack resists at first, but then finally moves, and now Jack is licking and slurping at my wife’s bare stomach, taking in the flesh around her slight gut.

Marcos is still licking my wife’s pussy through the front of her panties, and now I can see him start to slide his fingers under the inner elastic of her underwear, lifting the fabric slightly and putting his nose to the opening. He breathes deeply once more, licks her thighs and then her panties once again, and finally, after muttering something undecipherable, he pulls my wife’s panties down past her thighs and then just sits back for a moment and stares at her naked pussy.

Cynthia’s brown pubic hair is neatly trimmed into a beautiful triangle, and I can see the wetness glistening on the thick strands of her erotic carpet. Marcos is shaking his head in disbelief as he stares at my wife’s most private area, and now he reaches out, delicately pushing his fingers through her hair, carefully spreading her pussy lips and exposing her soft pink slit.

Jack has stepped back now and is watching, and he begins to unzip his pants feverishly, like he can’t hold back any longer. In a moment his pants are off, and I almost laugh when I see that pinstripe-Jack is wearing pinstriped boxers.

But it is just a half-laugh, because there’s nothing funny about the way his cock is pushing against those boxers, pitching a fucking circus tent in there, and I watch in fascination as he grasps his cock through his boxers and just stares at my wife’s wide-open pussy.

Marcos is still spreading my wife’s pussy lips as he takes in the view, but now he cannot stop himself and he leans in. I almost let out a groan as I catch a glimpse of his red tongue slide through my wife’s dark pubic hair and disappear into her cunt, and I look into my Cynthia’s eyes as she turns her head and looks down, almost surprised at the sudden ecstasy that must be tearing through her right now.

Indeed, my Cynthia, the love of my life, is having the time of her life. Her hands are still above her head, supported by Anders and Parker, and she is looking down at herself, past her own hanging tits that are wet and red, the nipples still alert and perky . . . yes, looking down at herself, down past her slight gut now, to where Marcos is earnestly eating her pussy like it’s the first and last time he’ll ever get to do it.

And you know what, it occurs to me as I watch Marcos now start to lick the entire length of my wife’s slit with the flat of his tongue, making long vertical strokes that are clearly driving Cynthia wild right now . . . yes, you know what, it IS the first and last time Marcos will ever get to do this! That’s the game, that’s the thrill, that’s the rush. That’s what keeps us coming back for more, I think as I glance at Cynthia’s contorted face again, her cheeks all shiny with the saliva of two different men, her eyes looking glazed over with the ecstasy surging through her thirty-seven-year-old body.

Jack is full-on jerking himself off through his boxers as he watches Marcos, and now I see him start to push his underwear down. Is he going to fuck her right now? So soon? Can’t hold back, can you, buddy? Well, go ahead. I can barely hold myself back!

But Anders is staring at Jack with some disapproval now, and he reaches out and taps him on the shoulder. Jack looks over at Anders, and Anders just shakes his head forcefully.

“Nein,” he says. “Not yet. First we give the woman her pleasure. We are gentlemen, not animals.”

Jack frowns for a moment, but he stands back, taking his fingers off the elastic of his boxers. Now all attention is back on Marcos, who is slurping and licking with wild abandon, his head bobbing at the level of my wife’s crotch as she slowly gets pounded against the whiteboard with the force of his tongue thrusting into her pussy.

But Parker wants some now, and he looks down at Marcos and then grabs my wife and turns her away from him. Marcos leans back and sits down hard on his haunches, gasping for air. Cynthia is now facing Parker, and her back is no longer to the wall. Anders is standing behind her, and Marcos is facing her side.

Marcos starts to feverishly lick the side of my wife’s hips and buttocks now even as Parker goes down to his knees and starts to kiss the front of Cynthia’s thick white thighs. She looks down at him, smiles, and rubs his round head as he moves into her crotch, his tongue easily sliding into her slick crease that must be swollen and opened up by now.

From behind Anders is looking at my wife’s naked ass after lifting the shirt that is still hanging on her shoulders. Now he licks his middle finger slowly and carefully, getting it wet and warm, and I gasp as I watch him bend down, grasp my wife’s asscheeks, spread her buttocks, and then slide that finger right into her asshole.