Bob and Marcy 3
Marcy was prone on the couch. Her naked body was glistening with
sweat from the love she and Bob had made on the floor of their apartment.
She rested her chin on her crossed arms and watched. Bob was on his knees,
between the legs of Larry, this handsome blonde man of nearly 40. She
looked across the room. Amy and Shelly were watching, too, amazed at what
they were seeing. Turning her attention back to the men, she watched with
great interest as Larry's cock worked its way in and out of Bob's mouth.
As usual, Bob was working hard, in spite of the incredible sex he had just
had with Marcy. She noticed as Bob's head moved, his cock and balls swung
in unison between his legs. It oozed what remained from their lovemaking,
and it made a long thin line to the floor. He appeared to be hardening
again. The man was insatiable. Again, she had to wonder how they got
themselves into this situation! Not that she was complaining.
The day started out normally enough. Bob left as usual at around 7
to get to the office and organize his day. Marcy always arrived closer to
8:30. She preferred to let the day flow, its ebbs and flows matching her
mood. Today was a big day. One of the big guys, as Bob called them, was
coming in from the home office. Larry had been with the company since it's
inception, and as long as they both had known him, he was strictly
business. Marcy found him handsome, in a three piece suit, BMW kind of
way. The man emitted an air of taste and worldliness that intimidated
many. They had a lunch scheduled with Bob, Marcy, a few programming
assistants and Larry. A new project was in the works, and it was going to
take time. Larry planned on staying in town for several weeks.
When Bob arrived at the office, he found Larry at his desk, hard at
work on his computer.
"Morning, Bob," he said, not looking up from his laptop.
"Morning, Larry," Bob responded. "So what's up with this project.
And why in the world would you want to spend time here in Podunk City?"
"We're implementing an entire new computer system. New database,
new harddrives. It means everything needs to be re-loaded and
re-categorized," Larry explained.
"Great," Bob thought. "We did this just two years ago. It took a
month. He expects us to get this done in two weeks."
"Larry, sounds like our deadline is a little tight for this. "
Larry finally looked up from his computer and smiled. "That's why
I am staying to help. Yep, you heard me right. I am going to help! I am
not going to dictate. You are the boss, I am the employee on this one. I
know what needs to be done, we just did it in Indianapolis. I can help you
get it done here."
Bob wondered if a muckety-muck of Larry's stature could just
"help". But there was something about Larry's smile that was sincere. Bob
was never really attracted to men outside of the bedroom. But for some
reason, this perfectly formed specimen of Corporate America looked
appealing. His smile was warm on his tanned face. His blue eyes were
clear and probing. Was he checking him out, as well? He quickly filed
these thoughts away, walked around the desk and with Larry's help, dove
into the project.
Lunch was simply a recap of the morning's initial study of the new
programs. The programming assistants, Amy and Shelly, both recent college
graduates and entry level employees took notes, smiled often at everything
Larry, Bob and Marcy said, and laughed when appropriate. Bob was convinced
that these two would someday run the company. They were bright, driven,
and very attractive. Bob mentioned that to Marcy a few weeks ago, and she
told him to think it, believe it, just don't say it to anyone else unless
he wanted to end up in court for sexual harassment. She then winked and
told him she thought they were quite a pair, too. She had seen them in the
company locker room after an aerobics class, and yes, they were 100% real
live women! She accentuated that expletive with a rebel yell! She then
dissolved into one of her laughing fits.
"Okay, everybody have the plan?" Larry asked.
"I believe so. Any questions Marcy, Amy, Shelly?" Bob inquired.
"No. Okay then. Let's get busy.
The rest of the afternoon, the five of them completed the
groundwork for the project. Amy and Shelly left first, heading next door
to the Boor'sHead Inn. The others said they would join them in a moment.
Thoughout the afternoon, Bob had noticed that Larry spent an
inordinate amount of time talking to and checking out Marcy. A tinge of
jealousy struck him, and it felt odd. He had yet to experience any
feelings such as these since he met Marcy. Was it the fact that this guy
was success personified, and a threat to his relationship with her, or was
it based on how he felt in his office this morning when Larry had smiled at
him. He was glad this day was over. He needed to talk to Marcy about it
immediately. Larry said he was going for a drink next door and asked them
to join him when they wrapped things up. He looked at Marcy and smiled.
"Faggot!", she yelled, laughing at how he jumped at hearing the
word. It was the first word out of her mouth after he related his dilemma.
"Oh, I knew it was just a matter of time before some smooth talking man
would sweep you off your feet and take you away to a life of leather and
pierced nipples!" She was getting red in the face and breaking into that
damned sexy silent laugh. In all honesty, the faggot comment did hit a
nerve. For some reason, Bob loved having sex with men, but the idea of an
emotional attachment made him nervous. Why, he didn't know.
She walked over to him and hugged him, as the laughter waned. She
looked up, a smile on her flushed face, her eyes watery. "I love you,
honey, " she said, as she pulled him close.
"First of all, I am your lifemate," she continued. "I do not
desire any other men. If from this moment forward, we never saw another
person, I would be happy. And as far as you suddenly realizing that you
may be attracted to a man, well, so what? You have seen me look at Amy.
She is very attractive. I find her smile inviting and have on more than
one occasion had the urge to plant a big wet one on her lips, or wherever
else she would permit it."
"You have turned into quite the little pig, haven't you? But I
have to admit you're right," he said. "It's just so odd. I have yet to
have a feeling like that, even with Eddie and Martha. I love them both as
friends, but have never looked at him as a lover. This morning, I found
myself wondering what this guy would look like naked."
"How ironic, I was, too!" she smiled, as she gently touched his
cheek, and then gave him a loving sensual kiss.
They left for the bar.
"So, I hear you two are planning a wedding," Larry said, smiling at
"Yes, we figure sometime early next year, but no exact date has
been set. My Mom is getting anxious, and my Dad is getting nervous because
Mom is so anxious. I think he's planning to put his credit cards in an old
mayonnaise jar and toss it into Lake Erie," Marcy laughed.
"We're thinking simple, and Mom is thinking something similar to Di
and Chuck," chuckled Bob.
"Mom's usually get their way. Mine always did," he said, then
seriously added. "You make a great looking couple and I wish you the best.
Just don't fight, because I can't afford to lose either of you to an ugly
Changing moods again, he smiled and shouted, "This is a party isn't
it? Then, lets have another round, and break out the Cuervo, too! Lemon,
salt, for all my friends!"
As the night wore on, the volume of this group increased. They
were sitting in a large corner booth, semi-circular is shape. It's large
cushioned seat and back rest made for easy movement, and move they did.
Amy had moved from the end of one side of the booth to the other. Now, she
was sitting extra close to Marcy, sharing some sort of girl talk. Marcy
was sitting dangerously close to Larry, their arms and outside of their
thighs touching. Shelly was equally close to Bob, halfway facing him,
leaning against him. Her breasts were indeed very large, as Marcy had
witnessed in the locker room.
"Well, I think they should know," Amy said with a mischievous
smile. "Go ahead, show them!"
"No," Marcy laughed, looking as stern as Heineken and a few shots
of tequila allow.
"Marcy's wearing a garter belt," she shouted with a sweeping hand
movement that nearly knocked over a beer. "They are very sexy. They are
black. I saw them today at work!"
Marcy's face went to a deep red, as she tried to hide behind Amy.
"C'mon, Marcy, let's see!" Larry laughed. "Think of it as another
exciting edition of Truth or Dare."
"Yes, but I didn't get a choice. But, if you are all nice and keep
your applause to an acceptable level, I will show you," Marcy said with a
smile which Bob had observed many times before, and it meant she was
getting "randy" as her grandmother called it.
She lifted her skirt slightly, and the top of her stockings came
into view. She pulled it up a little higher and there were the black
straps of her garter belt . It provided a sharp contrast, the top of her
hose and the strap, to her lightly tanned thighs. Amy, emboldened by the
drink, traced her finger across the top of Marcy's hose.
"Those are so sexy. I want some now! How long is Victoria's
Secret open," she laughed, as did the whole table.
Shelly was standing up, peering over the table. It must have been
quite a sight to the other patrons, a table full of people staring at an
attractive woman's crotch in the waning moments of happy hour.
"Those are lovely. The stockings, not the legs. Well, on second
thought, they're not bad, either," Shelly slurred.
Larry was speechless. He just stared at Marcy's legs. He nudged
Bob and winked, then squeezed Bob's leg just above the knee. The spot that
is the most effective test of a person's reflexes. Bob thought nothing of
it, assuming it was just a joke.
"Had I known that you were wearing those all day at work, I am NOT
sure I could have concentrated," Larry noted.
"Get used to it, buddy, I wear them all the time," Marcy laughed.
"I really want to try those on. Do they feel sexy, too?" Amy
sounded almost breathless.
"I wear them because I hate pantyhose, and they do make me feel
sexy. They have their disadvantages, as the stockings occasionally sag
somewhat. They have advantages, too. Like when teasing Bob is a
necessity," she said as she smiled at her lover.
"Yeah, nothing like a flash of thigh coming at you as you stand in
the hall talking to a subordinate," Bob laughed.
"Oh, so THAT explains your red face. I just thought it was my
cleavage," Shelly said, suddenly not slurring quite as much.
"No comment. I have been given sensitivity training and have
studied the company sexual harassment guidelines and, therefore, can say
with complete confidence, that I do not stare at your cleavage," Bob said,
maintaining his "I mean business" company demeanor so many knew! "Your
butt is another story."
The table roared.
"Amy, do you really want to try this?" Marcy asked, turning to Amy
and assuming the girl talk pose. Holding hands, shoulders hunched over,
chin up, huge smile.
"Yes I do!" she proclaimed.
"Bob, do we have any tequila at home?" Marcy asked.
"I think so. If not, there is plenty of beer but we do have to
work tomorrow, my pet," Bob warned.
"Larry, can we go to our house so Amy can try on a garter belt?"
Marcy asked, turning toward him and using her best little girl voice. "We
won't stay up late, we promise."
"Oh, you kids. I guess so. But go to the bathroom now, because I
am not stopping before we get there. And stay off the furniture!" Larry
said, sounding not unlike Robert Young on "Father Knows Best".
They paid the tab, and headed out, five of them, arm in arm.
The young women looked gorgeous. They were wearing some of Marcy's
matching garter sets. Since they were both somewhat bustier than she,
their breasts were even the more enticing as they strained at the material.
Bob, Marcy and Larry sat on the couch as the girls modeled in front of
them. It went from a very funny show, to a very sensuous one in no time.
"Bob, is it true?" Amy asked, as she placed her arm around Shelly's
"Is what true?" he responded.
"Do you like men?"
Bob's eyes darted around the room. He looked at Marcy, she looked
as surprised as he was sure he did. He glanced at Larry, who looked
equally surprised, if not by the concept, then by the boldness of this
young lady. He looked at Shelly, and she responded with a vapid smile that
was definitely tequila induced. Then he glared at Amy.
"What would make you ask something like that?" he asked.
"Well, some of us have been talking at work. And don't get me
wrong, you are a manly man and it's obvious that you and Marcy love each
other, but in the way you deal with people, you seem too caring, to
sensitive. Most heterosexual men don't possess that trait," she said, as
she glanced disgustedly toward Larry.
Isn't it grand what booze and a garter set can do?
"I have worked for gay men in the past, and we think you are either
gay, or like both, or something."
Bob sat there in a stupor. He did not like to lie, but he
certainly did not want to admit to something that was going to spread
through the office like wildfire. And, afterall, a co-owner of the company
was sitting two feet from him, on his couch, with half naked female
employees parading in front of them. The absurdity of the situation became
Marcy saved the day.
"No, but I love women, you little vixen. Bring those boobies over
here so mama can give them a good kneadin!" she laughed.
The laughter that inundated the room was, conservatively, slightly
less than three decibels short of that produced by the space shuttle at
launch. Amy and Shelly collapsed on the couch, still holding onto each
other. Larry had placed his head onto Marcy's shoulder. Marcy was deeply
involved in her silent laugh. Bob laughed, but wondered how to end this
tactfully and get his troops sobered up and out toward home.
Amy finally was able to form a sentence but what came out did not
diffuse the situation.
"Marcy, would you?"
"Would I what?"
"Touch me. You know, on my breasts." She stood, headed for the
couch and stopped in front of the three of them. Marcy now had her turn at
the amazing eye dart phenomenon. She looked at Bob, he shrugged. She
looked at Larry, he just smiled. She looked at Shelly, she was sitting up
in the love seat, keenly interested in the next move. She looked outside
att the patio, the pines and maple trees ignored her. Even the flowers
were facing away. She finally looked up at Amy, who was smiling broadly at
"Even if I wanted to, and of course, I am not saying I do, I really
don't think it would be appropriate," she said and thought she had managed
to put together a pretty darn good sentence, considering the circumstances,
and her increasing lust for this young beauty.
It was Larry. "Hey, if you want to touch her boobs, do it girl. I
may be in town in an official capacity for a few weeks, but right now, we
are out being silly and having a good time. Touch her tits, for chryse
Marcy sat with her mouth agape.
"Nice look muffin. Kind of like a cross between Gomer Pyle and
Mr. Ed," Bob offered, resulting in the obligatory elbow to the rib.
"And you, funny man. Is the girl right? Don't feel you need to
answer because I am the big cheese, the king kahuna, the grand poobah.
Answer truthfully. It's fess up time, Mister!" Larry said, looking
directly into Bob's eyes with the same smile he had offered earlier in the
day. Of course, the sarcasm of the vocalization softened it, but Bob felt
he really did want to know, and would not be judgmental.
Marcy again came to the rescue. She reached up, tentatively, and
placed her hands on Amy's breasts. Shelly let out an audible gasp, stood,
and walked up behind Amy placing her hands on her shoulders, massaging
them. Marcy stood, looking down at them, appreciating their beauty. She
paid particular attention to the fabric resting on her nipples, rubbing the
area with her thumbs. She reached across with her left hand, and slowly
slid it under the material covering Amy's right breast, her thumbs down,
twisting her arm to get her entire hand on its fullness. She squeezed them
gently. Amy's head fell back into the nape of Shelly's neck. Shelly
kissed her cheek and continued to massage her shoulders, as she looked down
at Marcy's hands massaging her friend's breasts. Shelly reached down
toward the clasp on the front of Amy's bra, and unfastened it. Amy's
breasts came into full view, barely moving at their release. Her nipples
where sticking out at least a half an inch. Marcy took them into her
fingers and gently felt them.
Amy's eyes had rolled back. As Marcy looked at her, she only saw
white slits, as her eye's were barely open. She leaned forward and kissed
Amy's neck. Shelly walked around behind Marcy and unzipped her skirt,
letting it fall to the floor. She then pulled at the tail of her blouse,
encouraging Marcy to raise her hands into the air as Shelly removed it.
Larry just stared at what was before him. He had no idea where
this was going, and really wasn't sure that his participation was
warranted, but this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. His cock was
fully erect, and it leaked pre-cum through his pants. He looked down and
saw a small spot, getting larger. He wanted to take it out of his pants
and stroke it, but again, the appropriateness and ramifications of such a
move concerned him.
Bob could not take his eyes from the beauties before him. He stood
and walked to the front door, using the faders to lower the lighting in the
room. He, too was fully aroused.
Marcy lowered her mouth to one of Amy's nipples, sucking it in
deeply. Shelly released Marcy's breasts as her bra fell to the floor. She
then removed her own bra, and stood close to Marcy, rubbing her's into
Marcy's back. Marcy's mouth moved back and forth, from nipple to nipple
with building urgency. She could feel herself leaking down the inside of
her thigh. She grabbed one of each girl's hands and led them to the love
seat. She sat them down, kneeling before them, kissing each gently on the
lips. She then kissed their breasts in turn, and one at a time, removed
their panties. They looked gorgeous, their garters still on, their lovely
breasts exposed. She placed her hands on the girls pussies and rotated her
thumbs on their clits in unison. It was such a feeling of sensual power!
The girls moaned, and fell into each others arms, massaging each other's
breasts. Marcy continued to rub Shelly, as she lowered her mouth to Amy.
She licked and sucked and savored the taste of this young woman. She would
insert her tongue deeply, and tickle Amy's clit with her nose and breath.
She then repeated the sensual act on Shelly, as she massaged Amy with her
hand. Both girls appeared headed for orgasm when Marcy stopped. She
turned, and glanced at Bob, smiling. She then turned toward Larry, and
slowly wiping the girl's juices from her face, motioned Larry toward her.
"So how about you? Do you think you could make two employees
"Marcy, I...," he said.
"Come here," she said, as she stood and looked at the girls. "Is it
okay with you, Amy? Shelly?"
They sat up on the loveseat, kissed Marcy's breasts and stomach and
said it sounded like a perfect idea.
Marcy walked over to Larry, grabbed his hand, and led him toward
the girls. Shelly stood, and Larry took her place. Amy kissed him first,
as Shelly got on her knees before him, removing his shirt, pants,
underwear, shoes. He was soon totally nude on the couch. Marcy thought he
looked even sexier naked. His whole body was tanned except for sexy tan
lines between his lower abdomen and upper thighs. His penis was very
impressive. It must have been 8 inches in length and thick.
Marcy turned and sat next to Bob. They watched for several minutes
as the girls and Larry explored each other. Tongues and hands were
everywhere. Larry and Shelly got into a 69 position on the floor with her
on top. Amy knelt behind her and licked her ass and Larry's tongue as it
probed Shelly's clit and pussy.
Marcy undressed Bob, got on her knees before him and sucked him
deeply into her mouth. His cock was already covered in pre-cum. She
savored the taste as he hit the back of her throat. She stuck out her
tongue on a downstroke, and was able to barely lick Bob's large balls.
What a sensation! Where did she come up with stuff like this? He was in
heaven. Her licks and sucks and moans was nearly unbearable. He reached
down, and grabbed her head to pull her up to him. Before she released him,
she squeezed his cock, milking out a large drop of cum, that she licked up
onto the end of her tongue, which she then inserted into his waiting mouth.
He sucked her tongue, licked her lips, kissed her deeply. He gently laid
her on the floor and removed her panties. With one careful move, he was
inside of her. Her body grabbing his cock and sucking it deep inside. She
whispered to him to fuck her hard, and to watch the girls and Larry. They
got into a hectic rhythm as they glanced over at the threesome nearby. Amy
and Shelly were on their sides, licking each other's pussies. Larry was
behind Amy with his cock buried in her. They both imagined the scene of
Shelly, licking them both. It was too much for them, as their bodies'
juices mixed, making each touch wet and sexy. They began to build to a
fantastic orgasm. They held and pushed and stroked each other as it
neared. Their breathing became staccato in nature. Their bodies
glistening with sweat. They had their orgasm together, both just short of
a scream. When it finally ended, they lay there, holding each other,
trying to catch their breath.
Amy, Shelly, and Larry had been watching the show. Apparently,
they had stopped their own lovemaking to watch them reach their moment.
Larry was on the couch, Amy and Shelly on the floor in front. They all
"So, is it true, Bob?" Amy asked. "Do you like men?"
"Yeah, Bob, do you? Shelly inquired.
Bob looked down at Marcy, then at the threesome gathered around the
loveseat. He honestly did not know what to say.
Again, Marcy saved the day. Lying under Bob, his cock still within
her, she said, "Well, what difference would it make if he did? Why do you
"I think it's sexy," Amy said, sensually pulling her hair back out
of her face and over her head. "I just think it's sexy."
"So do I," a new voice offered. "Look Bob, I would like you to
answer the girl's question." It was Larry, and he smiled at Bob. Bob
"I have had sex with men, yes. I have shared men with Marcy. I
enjoy having sex with men."
"Don't you feel better now, Bob?" Larry asked, his cock at full
"Yes, I do," he said. "And how do you feel about this now, ladies?"
Amy said nothing, rather she spun around, rising to her knees and
took Larry into her mouth, sucking him with enthusiasm. She could only get
a few inches of his cock into her mouth, but her hands were busy stroking
his shaft, his balls and his ass. She stopped, looked at Marcy and smiled.
Then looked at Bob, still lying on Marcy.
"Here, you do it," she said.
Bob looked down at the love of his life. She smiled. They kissed.
She gently touched his cheek. Bob reluctantly left his woman, and walked
slowly over to the loveseat. He got on his knees before Larry. Amy
pointed Larry toward Bob's mouth and he obliged.
Marcy moved to the couch, lying on it. Her naked body was
glistening with sweat from the love she and Bob had made on the floor. She
rested her chin on her crossed arms and watched. Bob was on his knees,
between the legs of Larry, this handsome blonde man of nearly 40. She
looked across the room. Amy and Shelly were watching, too, as they had
moved to another chair by the fireplace. Shelly was sitting in front of
Amy on the floor, her legs crossed, her femininity exposed. Amy gently
stroked her hair, both amazed at what they were seeing. Turning her
attention back to the men, she watched with great interest as Larry's cock
worked its way in and out of Bob's mouth. As usual, Bob was working hard,
in spite of the incredible sex he had just had with Marcy. She noticed as
Bob's head moved, his cock and balls swung in unison between his legs. His
cock oozed what cum remained from their lovemaking, and it made a long thin
line to the floor. His penis appeared to be hardening again. The man was
She wanted to go to Bob, lay on her back, and suck him into her
mouth. But she knew it would only distract Bob, so she moved closer, but
out of physical contact. She motioned Amy and Shelly over to watch. Bob
began what Marcy had seen and enjoyed before. His head, hand and mouth
moving as one over Larry's cock. Marcy noticed that Bob was now doing to
Larry what she had done to him. With his cock deep in his throat, Bob
would stick out his tongue and lick Larry's balls. Each time, Larry moaned
his encouragement. Bob's cock was fully erect now. The sexiness of what
he was doing causing him excitement. Sensing Larry's orgasm, Bob pumped
him with his hand, and opened his mouth. Larry, looking down at Bob, was
overcome by it. His penis spasmed and sent an arc of semen over Bob's
head, then one to the bridge of his nose, a third directly in his mouth.
Bob leaned down, took Larry back into his mouth, placed Larry's hands on
his head, and let him pump at his own pace until his orgasm subsided. As
Larry's cock began to soften, Bob pulled away. Larry reached down, wiped
the cum from the bridge of Bob's nose, and stuck it in his own mouth,
sensually licking his finger.
Bob stood and began to turn toward Marcy. Larry stopped him,
pulled him close and placed Bob's penis in his mouth. It wasn't long
before Bob emptied his cum into Larry's mouth, all the while kissing Marcy.
Savoring the taste of sex. Savoring the special relationship they shared.
Larry was a regular visitor the month he was in town. Yes, it was
only supposed to be two weeks, but he had his own stories to share with Bob
and Marcy. Amy and Shelly became regular visitors as well.
And those details will follow.