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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 1, Beginning At The End) This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ************************************************************************ Woman Partner Chapter One - Beginning at the End I am sitting in my recently redecorated office overlooking the most fantastic view of San Francisco Bay. It feels a little strange to be wearing the conservative navy blue pinstripe suit I have on. Don't misunderstand me. The suit is completely appropriate to my position. The suit looks very professional. I'm wearing a skirt that falls just above my knees and a matching waist length jacket. The long collar points of my creamy white silk blouse lay over the lapels of my jacket creating a very nice contrast. I look very respectable, although through my sheer silk blouse you can just barely see my white lace, full coverage bra that contains my large DD-cup breasts. My Big Girls! The outfit is set off with a pretty silk, paisley scarf tied in a large bow around my neck. Gold scallop shell earrings and several gold chains establish that I am not simply a secretary who decided to dress up today. My very practical shoes are made of navy colored calfskin with three-inch heels. I'm wearing tan panty hose that accent the curves in my tanned legs nicely. My nails are painted a soft pink, perfectly matching my pale pink lipstick. My appearance announces that I am a very well groomed, classy and sophisticated woman. At least at work. In truth though, I'm a bit trashy and slutty, as you will soon learn if you continue to read my entire story. I've just returned from spending two weeks of vacation in the Caribbean. It has been a while since I've had to wear a suit to work. I feel completely refreshed from my time off and am ready to return to work and to, really, beginning a new life. In fact, I am a different person in many ways from the one who left a few weeks ago to take a long needed break. Further, although I have been practicing law with my firm for over five years, today I feel like I am starting my legal career all over again. First off, there is the redecorated office. While I was on vacation the firm honchos hired an interior decorator to completely re-do my office as a reward for my recent promotion to partner. Gone is the large, boxy furniture that once inhabited the space. In its place is a simple Colonial style desk with thin, curved legs and fine Colonial armchairs with a light green, flowered chintz upholstering. There are several new lamps made of brass and hand blown clear glass. Lining the shelves, interspersed with the volumes of law books, are several pieces of fine china and lovely figurines. The wildlife paintings that used to adorn my office have been replaced with lovely still fruit and flower arrangement oil paintings. The decorations are very feminine and suit me just fine, even though I had nothing to do with their selection or arrangement. I have to admit that I like it better than the office I had before I made partner and went on vacation. A little over a month or so ago, I promise you, I'd never have made such a statement. Second, this is the first time I've actually worn a skirt to the office. However, none of my partners or the staff is acting as though my new attire is odd. I've been away from the firm for a month since I was made partner. The first week or so I was recuperating from some elective (sort of) surgery. More on that subject will be addressed in a later chapter. Since then I've been on vacation with a few other girls, including my secretary. Now that I'm back, despite my new attire and appearance, everyone at work is treating me as though this is the way things have always been. Or, I should say, almost everyone. Admittedly, some of the male attorneys are casting sideward glances at me when I walk past their offices. I have a pretty good idea what they are thinking. I'll tell more about that later too. And I think I noticed one of the female associates who has been with the firm longer than me give me the evil eye. But I suppose that some jealousy is natural when you become a partner in a law firm as competitive as ours. Finally, I'm not just a partner in this prestigious law firm. I'm the first woman partner in the history of the firm. At least that is how it appears to the uninformed observer. Got your curiosity piqued? Good! Let me tell you the story about how things came to be the way they are. The past month has been one of monumental events and changes in my life. For one thing, I haven't always looked like a woman. For another, I am not a woman. At least not genetically. Still got your interest? I bet! As I think about all that has happened I realize that this story of the events that led to today is incredibly wild. And notwithstanding the significant changes that have occurred in my life, looking back on it all now, I'm happy about the changes. But I didn't necessarily feel that way as events unfolded. The critical changes of the past month began with me sitting in this same office at my old desk, staring over the San Francisco Bay from my window thirty stories above the city, much as I am right now as I tell this story. I don't recall how long I had been sitting there. I'm not even sure if I was thinking about anything in particular at the moment that her voice brought me back to reality. Come back in time with me while I tell you how I became the special woman I am today. Approximately six weeks ago............ "Lee? Are you awake? Hey boss! Where are you? You look like you're miles away from here." My secretary, Carla, was breaking me out of my reverie. I was so out of it that I couldn't even gather myself to respond to her. Stammering, I replied, "Oh! Hey Carla. No. What's wrong? No. Wait. I'm here. I guess I was just daydreaming. That's all. What do you need?" "Your eleven o'clock appointment is here," she declared with exasperation in her voice. "Are you ready to see her? Shall I bring her in?" Right! That's what I was thinking about. My eleven o'clock appointment. I simply could not figure her out. In all of my years practicing law I had never encountered a client who so completely baffled me. Regina Rae Morris was heiress to one of the wealthiest industrialists in our city's history. But she wasn't merely some spoiled, dumb rich girl. She was extremely intelligent and self-reliant. She had intense, penetrating eyes that were as dark as coal. Whenever I met with her to discuss her case I felt that she was peering deep within my soul. And yet, there was always this mysterious, playful glint in her eyes. Like she was sizing me up to see how she could use me for her amusement in some way. Once you got past her calculating eyes the rest of her appearance was equally striking. She was 5' 7" and she had a very athletic body. She was dark-tanned and slim. Her sexy body was very, very tight. Her beautiful long legs stretched out from the short skirts and dresses she usually wore. And she had a luscious pair of large, well-shaped breasts that spilled out of her tight tops. She either went braless or wore very sheer bras because her large nipples were always very prominent. Whenever we met I struggled to keep it from being obvious that I was staring at her C-Cup headlights. And finally, she had beautiful, long, dark, wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. The combination of her striking beauty and searing eyes made concentration difficult for me whenever we were together. We'd had a working dinner the night before and she had implied something to me during our conversation that was troubling me as I prepared for our meeting today. I wasn't certain, but I was pretty sure that she had been coming on to me last night. Throughout dinner she was being very playful in a flirty way. Whenever she would make a point, she would softly touch me on my hand with her slender fingers tipped with long bright red fingernails, frequently allowing her touch to linger a bit longer than you'd expect from a person you were simply in a business relationship with. Staying on subject was next to impossible for me. Throughout our dinner meeting I was very aware that my cock was throbbing constantly. I'm sure you're wondering why I found it to be such a problem that this intelligent, rich and sexy woman was coming on to me. What red-blooded man wouldn't welcome such attention? Well, there were a number of reasons for my discomfort. First, as an attorney it is unethical to become 'involved' with a client. Second, her father's company was my law firm's biggest and most important client. I was handling this case of hers for her father at the insistence of the two senior partners of my firm. It was my big chance to prove that I was partner material. What would happen if I began an affair with Regina Rae and got caught? That's right. I said 'affair'. Which leads me to the third reason I was uncomfortable. I'm married. And, for the most part, at least up to this particular point in my life that I'm describing, I thought that I was happily married. As it turns out, I had no idea what happy could be. Events that I was unaware of at the time were unfolding that would ultimately reveal true happiness to me. I was married to my high school sweetheart. In fact, I'd never been with another woman. As a teenager I was shy and unconfident when it came to girls. I was not a great big guy growing up, although I was always fit, trim, and very athletic. I'm probably considered handsome by most, although I didn't view myself as a man who women are just bowled over by. And that was another thing that confused me about Regina Rae. What did this hot babe see in me? Was I simply another toy for a rich girl like her to play with? Was pursuing anything with her worth the risks involved? I wasn't sure. Thus was my dilemma when Carla interrupted my daydreaming in my office. "Yeah. I guess so Carla. You may as well bring Ms. Morris on back," I replied. "Shouldn't keep her waiting." Carla looked at me in the funny way she does sometimes when she can tell that there is more going on than I am letting on. Carla is a great legal secretary. She is smart enough to be an attorney, but her family was poor and she never got the opportunity to go to college, which ruled law school out. Carla was also very pretty. She was a natural blonde. And I had to admit that I found her sexy. It wasn't that she dressed provocatively or anything like that. She was very professional in her business attire. But I could tell that underneath the conservative clothing she wore to work that she probably had a body that wouldn't quit. I always wondered why she was unattached. I teased her all of the time about how I couldn't believe some wealthy man didn't come along and snatch her away from the firm and set her upon the throne she deserved. She always laughed and said that her girlfriend wouldn't let that happen. I never saw her outside of work though and never actually saw her out with another woman. Still, I didn't really believe that Carla was a lesbian, as she seemed to imply. We made it into one of those running office jokes and kidded each other about it constantly. Remember that I said that I thought I was happily married? Most of the time? Well, that is true, but a large part of the reason for some of the current discord in my marriage was my wife's jealousy over Carla. Debbie, my wife, was a typical small town girl. Like me, she'd lived a fairly sheltered childhood. She'd never been completely comfortable with me coming to San Francisco to accept the job I'd taken out of law school with a mega-firm. But she tried to fit in with the other law firm spouses and to be a proper and supportive law wife. She was also not happy with the long hours I put in at the firm in order to make my mark and to try to become a partner. Debbie had only made a few friends of her own in the city. I'd noticed that, lately, she seemed to be a bit bored with our life. When I hired Carla as my secretary a short while back, Debbie became even more sullen and withdrawn. I guess she saw a woman as pretty as Carla as a threat and worried that something might happen between us, leaving Debbie all alone in this big city, although I'd never given Debbie any reason for concern. Over time, Debbie had quit complaining about my long hours and found other ways to occupy her time. She volunteered at the Museum for Modern Art as a docent giving tours to schoolchildren. I think she did that in large part to replace the absence of children in our lives. Despite Debbie's dissatisfaction with the way things were going, our marriage continued along without apparent difficulty as I focused on my law career. We would occasionally make love, but not nearly as often as we did when we first got married. And I had to admit that, recently, Debbie seemed to be only going through the motions whenever we had sex. Not that our sexual relationship ever could have been described as hot and steamy. Nowhere near that. We were pretty much missionary style all of the way. Neither of us was very experienced sexually. Debbie and I each lost our virginity to each other on our wedding night. Like I said, we were just a couple of small town kids. We were, quite literally, two innocent virgins who were bumbling around sexually, finding our way in the dark. We had no idea what to expect of a sexual partner, so we had nothing with which to compare anything that we did sex wise. "She's really got your number doesn't she?" Carla interrupted my still wandering mind. "Huh? Who? Regina Rae?" I asked. "No! Of course not! Why do you say that?" "Come on Lee! Don't try to fool to me. I know you! Plus, I know how important this case is to your career at the firm. And that woman out there scares you. I can see it in your eyes. And let me tell you something about her. You had better watch out! She is trouble. Believe me. I know! I'm a woman and I can assure you that she is trouble with a capital 'T'." "Oh come on," I replied defensively. "Regina Rae's alright. I can handle her fine. She's just going through a difficult time right now with this divorce and all," I added unconvincingly. "Alright. If you say so boss. I'll go and bring Miss 'Sweet and Nice' on back." Carla turned and walked out of my office toward the waiting area to retrieve Regina Rae Morris. I always loved the view of Carla as she walked out of my office swaying her hips as she walked. She had an awesome ass! It was the one time I could blatantly gawk at her without feeling self-conscious because I knew she could not see me looking. I really hoped she wasn't wasting that body on a woman. I turned back toward the window to try to gather myself for Regina Rae. Regina Rae Morris, as you might expect for an heiress, had led a privileged life. She attended all of the best schools. She was a debutante. And, as I've told you already, she was gorgeous. Beautiful! Hot! She attended UCLA and was a cheerleader. Regina Rae led a storybook life. During the summer before her senior year at UCLA, she married the starting quarterback of the Bruin football team. Chad Spencer was a hunk. He was every girl's dream. He had been a high school All-American and had been in the running for the Heisman Trophy his senior season. Most football experts were projecting Chad to be the number one selection in the NFL Draft following his graduation. Regina Rae and Chad were going to be the perfect couple. Between Regina Rae's family wealth and Chad's almost certain multi-million dollar football contract, money was certainly not going to be an issue. But in the third game of his senior season, Chad was nailed from his blind side by a huge defensive end and his left leg was broken. His season was over. The backup quarterback, a young freshman who never expected to start his first season, stepped right in and ended up having a great year. The team never missed Chad at quarterback. Of course, his Heisman hopes went out the window. By spring his leg had healed, but Chad was nowhere near to where he had been physically before his injury. He had to go through the Draft-training combines to try to make an NFL team. And to add insult to injury, no one even drafted him. He'd lost a step with the injury. His hopes for an NFL career were wiped away with one hit. Suddenly, Chad Spencer was not the same man Regina Rae married. He was the first real disappointment in her storybook life. Like many athletes, Chad didn't have much going for him beyond his great arm, tough body and amazing looks. He had no career prospects beyond football. Chad became very dependent upon Regina Rae. At first, she was okay with that. She wanted to find a way for them to be happy. After all, she'd married him and still loved him. But he simply no longer held the same appeal to her. You've heard of 'trophy wives'? Well, Chad was a 'trophy husband' to Regina Rae. Now, he was a 'nobody'. Chad couldn't find a job that satisfied him and Regina Rae's father was unwilling to "find a place" in his vast financial empire for Chad, who he had never really approved of. Chad began drinking and, worse, snorting cocaine. Regina Rae grew weary of Chad's refusal to try to make anything of his life and finally told him to get out. And he did just that. And went straight to a divorce lawyer and sued Regina Rae for divorce. He was going to try to take advantage of her family by threatening to make the divorce public and ugly. That's where I came in. Regina Rae's father believed that I was the lawyer who could save them. And I knew that I better not let him down. "Hey handsome!" I turned my chair around and there stood Regina Rae Morris. 'Wow!' I thought. 'Was this a date or a business meeting?' I know my jaw dropped involuntarily. I couldn't help myself. She was one hot woman! Regina Rae was standing just inside my office door with her right arm akimbo on her hip and her long, tan, sexy legs spread apart. She was wearing a turquoise, skin-tight, low-cut, sleeveless Lycra mini-dress that just barely covered the tops of her thighs. In fact, the clips on her garters that held up her tan colored stockings were just visible below the hemline. Wearing color coordinated four-inch heels that screamed, 'Fuck me please!'; Regina Rae was an absolute vision. "Uh, hello Regina Rae", I stuttered. I could barely speak. 'Geez! I'm a damned lawyer for Christ's sakes. Why do I constantly find myself speechless around this woman?' Pulling myself together, I asked, "How are you today?" "I'm fine cutie," she purred. "How are you? Aren't you going to compliment a girl on her dress?" "Uh, sure. You look great. Do you have a lunch date or something?" I asked. "I hope so," she said sweetly. "What are you doing for lunch?" 'Oh God! What am I going to do?' I thought. 'I do not need this beautiful, powerful woman to make my life more complicated.' On the other hand, I could hardly afford for Regina Rae to become upset with me and complain to her father. "I was thinking of going to the gym," I advised her. That was my usual daily lunch routine. As hard as I worked, it was important for me to stay in good physical condition. Regina Rae got this pouty look on her face and whined, "Oh darn! I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night. Can't you work out later? I mean, I think it's great that you stay in such great shape. But you do have to eat. Don't you?" She batted her long, dark eyelashes at me. Putty. I was putty in this woman's hands. And the worst part about it was that she seemed to know it. "Yeah. I suppose you're right," I reluctantly agreed. "Got any place in mind?" "As a matter of fact, I do. Can it be a surprise?" she asked. "I suppose. But for now, let's get to work," I said, anxious to turn the subject to something I was more comfortable with. "I have to get some information from you about your marriage to Chad so I can prepare a response to his Bill of Complaint." "Okey dokey!" she smiled broadly, satisfied that, once again, she had gotten her way. It was obvious that she was accustomed to getting her way. As she sat down, her legs spread apart just enough for me to see that she was wearing shiny, turquoise nylon panties that matched her dress. I even sensed that she flashed me intentionally. She was toying with me. The thought crossed my mind that it must have been tough on poor Chad Spencer once he lost his value to Regina Rae Morris. "So," I said, ready to get down to business. "What I would like for you to do is to tell me about the marriage Regina Rae. From your point of view." "Where should I begin?" she asked. "Why don't you start by telling me a bit about the relationship when things were going well. Then describe for me what led you to tell him to leave so that I'll have a better understanding of what is motivating him to want to take you to the cleaners." "Alright," she replied, uncrossing her legs and then re-crossing them, giving me another shot of her panties. There was no doubt about it. She was 'Sharon Stoneing' me on purpose. "I suppose I may as well start with the very beginning. I think that might help you to understand how things got to the point that I couldn't take anymore. I suppose you probably know a lot of our early story. I mean, we were written about in all of the sports pages and even celebrity tabloids. And during our junior year at UCLA the TV stations constantly showed me on national television cheering for Chad and the team. You know, the close-up shots of me, with the announcer declaring, 'Here's the gorgeous and wealthy cheerleader girlfriend of the Bruin's charismatic young quarterback who is the odds on favorite to win the Heisman Trophy next season.' We were a famous couple even before we got married the summer before our senior year. I even think the hype we received early on as a couple may have led us to get married. Daddy didn't really approve. He thought I would do better with a man who wasn't such a jock. You know - someone from an Ivy League university who might "fit in" at his company better. But I think that I was caught up in the glorification of our relationship that occurred in the media." "Also, I have always been strong-willed, and the more Daddy opposed the marriage, the more I wanted it. Plus, there was more to Chad than just being handsome and a great quarterback. He had other talents that I found uhm, let's say, very desirable, if you know what I mean. Shall I continue Lee?" she teased me. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." "No. No. That's fine," I urged her, desperate to conceal my true utter and complete discomfort. "Just tell your story. I need to understand the relationship in order to be able to help you," I added, sounding very much the complete and unflappable professional. She continued, "Well, let's see. How should I put this? Chad was the first guy who I really fell for. He was, obviously, very handsome. He still is. He was an extremely gifted athlete. He was also very popular. Every girl who ever saw him wanted him. But he wanted me! Me! The cheerleaders were always doing things for the players, so we first got to know each other that way. Chad always flirted with me. Of course, I loved receiving so much attention from the number one stud on the football team. We began dating at the beginning of our sophomore year. After a few dates, we began to get intimate. You know. Lots of kissing and petting. I didn't tell him, because I didn't want Chad to think I was a slut or anything, but from what I could feel with my hands, I knew that I really wanted to see more of Chad's ...er...equipment. Are you sure that I should be telling you this stuff Lee? I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get a little hot just telling you about these feelings." "Uh. No," I stuttered, finding it increasingly difficult to conceal my discomfort. "It's alright. Really. I need to know about your relationship. Full disclosure of all facts is part of my job," I insisted as I worked to avoid a hard-on, an effort I was totally unsuccessful in accomplishing. "Well, if you say so. I don't really see why you need to know all of this though. It's not turning you on is it?" she teased. "Regina Rae! Come on!" I protested. "I'm your lawyer! I cannot help you if I don't know what happened in the relationship. And no! You are not turning me on," I lied. In fact, I found that I was becoming very interested in hearing the details she was describing, although I wasn't quite sure why. Suffice it to say, I was glad at that moment that I was sitting behind my desk as my true feelings may have been revealed if Regina Rae could see the bulge swelling inside of my trousers. Regina Rae continued, "Okaaay," she said. "Well, the big moment for us came after the Southern Cal game during our sophomore year. I'm sure you remember the game. It was the first game that the national media acknowledged Chad as a budding superstar. We were losing 21-0 at the end of the first half. Our offense had only gained something like fifty yards. In desperation, our coach pulled the starting quarterback when we took the field on offense to begin the second half. Chad jump-started the offense right away by throwing a touchdown bomb on the first play of the second half. Our defense stepped it up and shut down Southern Cal and the offense continued to roll. "To make a long story short, Chad saved the game. He threw four touchdown passes and ran for another one. He was amazing! And I was his girl! So, naturally, that night after the game we went out to celebrate. There was a huge party and Chad was the center of attention. We both got pretty drunk. And I was horny as hell for Chad, as I had been for quite some time. I really wanted him. I mean, I wanted to completely possess him. After we left the party I sneaked him into my dorm room and began to put on my best seduction act. I played some soft music and began doing a striptease for Chad as he sat on my bed watching, really enjoying the show. I slowly stripped down to my panties, bra, garters, stockings and 4-inch heels. "I then walked up to him and stood as close to him as I could without actually touching him. I moved my hips slowly in front of his face, gently brushing my panty covered pussy against his lips, the whole time looking right into his eyes and thinking, 'I am finally going to fuck your lights out tonight Big Boy.' His warm, damp breath on the outside of my panties made me very hot. I could feel my pussy getting wetter. As I stood before him I teasingly gyrated my see-through embroidered panties that revealed my hairy snatch right in front of his face. He flicked his tongue at the silky material that was developing an increasingly larger wet spot. I was fondling my tits as I danced, making them grow even bigger than they usually were, even when I wasn't aroused. My nipples get really long when I'm excited." As Regina Rae described her first time with Chad, I couldn't help noticing that her nipples were growing larger right before my eyes. Her titties were poking out against the tight Lycra dress she wore. By now I had a raging erection and resisted putting my hand in my lap and rubbing myself. Regina Rae continued telling her story. "Then I began undressing him. I pulled his polo shirt over his head and softly rubbed his strong muscular shoulders and scratched his back with my long red nails. I teased him by touching his nipples and got really turned on when they, like mine, began to enlarge. I dropped down before him, upon my knees, and began kissing and licking his nipples. I could tell Chad was enjoying what I was doing to him. I loved that his titties grew erect, just like a woman's did, when he was excited. He even began to moan, almost like a girl moans when she is in the throes of sexual bliss. "I then unbuckled his pants and pulled them to the floor. You wouldn't have believed how wet and ready I was by then. I slipped my hand into my panties and slid my fingers into my dripping wet clit and masturbated myself for a few minutes. My pussy was slick with my juices. I then withdrew my hand and seductively licked my fingers as Chad watched me with eyes as big as saucers. I have always loved the taste of my pussy. From the time I first discovered masturbation, I loved the taste of my own girl juice. I could tell that Chad was getting off on watching me taste myself. I was sooo close to what I'd been wanting for weeks. "As I pulled Chad's boxers down I was even more surprised (in a pleasant way) at the sight before my eyes. Chad's cock was the biggest I had ever seen anywhere. Even bigger than pictures on porn sites I'd visited. It was easily ten inches long and very thick. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of my engorged pussy. But I wanted to suck him first. I wanted to see if I could take his huge dick completely inside of my mouth. I'd sucked other dicks before. I actually liked sucking dicks. No. I loved sucking dicks. Any real girl does. But Chad's cock was a monster! I didn't know whether I'd be able to take his entire pole into my mouth. His cockhead alone was enormous and the veins were bulging with blood pumping through them. "And I wanted it all. I leaned over and kissed the bulbous head of his penis. There was a glistening glob of precum oozing from his slit for me to taste. It was sooo sweet. By the way... and I hope this doesn't embarrass you Lee. But I absolutely love sperm. Love it! In my mouth. In my pussy. I love having it sprayed all over my face and boobs. I love it! One of the best things about being a woman is that we get to taste creamy sperm whenever we want to and no one thinks anything weird about us. It makes me understand why some guys love being gay though. There is nothing like the taste of sperm! And it stays with you for so long after you swallow. It has such a strong, distinct taste. But I digress," she teased. "I was talking about Chad's enormous cock. I began licking and kissing it all over. It was sooo huge! I was getting hungry for more. I took him partially inside of my mouth and held him there. Just having the head of his enormous hunk of meat between my lips was a task. I loved how full his cock made my mouth feel as my jaw was stretched to the limit to contain him. As I worked intently on his organ, Chad was leaning back, watching me, and moaning involuntarily just like a girl having an orgasm. I loved that I was having such an effect upon him. I felt like I was in complete control, something I like very much. I slowly took more and more of his tool down my throat. I imagined that my mouth was actually a cunt grabbing onto and pulling his dick deep within me. God! It was so huge!! I'd never sucked such a tremendous dick before Lee. And I was a good cocksucker. I still am," she said with a wicked smile. "Especially now, since I've had so much experience with Chad's dong. Finally, after an amazing effort and gagging several times, I got the entire thing inside of my mouth and his cock head was pushing against the back of my throat. I'd never felt such a full feeling before with any other dick I'd sucked and I was on fire. I wanted to make him cum. I could feel his rod pulsating inside of my mouth and felt him about to explode inside of me. And I desperately wanted to taste his sperm. "But I also wanted to feel him shoot his hot load inside of my cunt. So I slid my lips off of his dick and stood up. I undid my bra and let my breasts fall free. I then stepped out of my soaking wet panties and stood before Chad wearing only my garters, stockings and heels. He stared wide- eyed at my dripping wet cunt. My pussy lips were engorged and slick. I was so turned on that my clit was poking out, almost like a mini-cock. When I get turned on, just like my nipples, my clit gets extremely erect and hard. I straddled his lap, spreading my legs wide, and lowered my pussy onto his amazing tool. It was even bigger now that I had been fucking it with my mouth. It was maybe eleven inches long and appeared to be on the verge of a major eruption. It felt so good to feel that incredible dick penetrate my sopping wet hole. It felt like it was never going to stop entering me. And I didn't want it to. But I also wanted to feel it completely inside of me. "And penetrate me it did. My cunt had never felt so full in my life. I was so slick that Chad was able to effortlessly slide his meat deep inside of me with no problem. But since I'd never had a dick that huge inside of me, it also felt extremely tight. Once he was completely inside of me, I paused for a while, sitting on his lap, slowly squeezing my pussy around his wonderful hunk of flesh, massaging his meat as I slowly contracted my cunt around his powerful, fleshy stump. Then Chad couldn't take it anymore. He began begging me to fuck him. He wanted me to fuck him! I had this stud quarterback begging me to fuck him. "And so I did. I pulled away from him until the tip of his hungry cock was just barely inside of me and then I slowly slid back down the entire length. It felt like it took forever just to get his enormous dick entirely inside of my flooding hole again. I began cumming around his cock. Pussy juice was pouring out of me, dripping onto the inside of Chad's thighs. I kept sliding up and down his stiff meat. He felt amazing. Soon I was bouncing up and down on his lap, his rigid cock holding me in place on his lap, my boobs bouncing up and down in his face as I fucked him harder and harder. I couldn't believe how great it felt to fuck him. "At that moment I owned UCLA's star quarterback. Chad was moaning and groaning about how good my pussy felt. He began telling me how much he loved my pussy. I almost laughed out loud Lee. He really was moaning and screaming like a woman. But it also turned me on. Feeling that much power over a man was an incredible rush. Over a man did I say? No. That's not exactly what it was. I felt like I was the man. Here I had this big strong football player, who I was fucking silly, reduced to moaning like a woman having an intense orgasm. I must have fucked him for half an hour. His meat felt wonderful filling me. We were sweating like crazy. "While I fucked him I directed his mouth to one of my boobs and he began sucking it. He would suck one, and then the other. And I mean he was really getting into it, sucking them much the same way that I sucked cocks. He was really taking my breasts deep inside of his mouth and sucking me hard, slurping thirstily as he sucked me. I even had this erotic image in my mind that he was pretending that he actually was sucking a cock. Finally, Chad began screaming that he was going to cum. And cum he did. He shot burst after hot burst of his seed deep within my cunt. It felt sooo good. I loved feeling his fiery hot explosion as he filled my hole with his thick, creamy goo. "Soon he was spent, finally finished cumming, and I fell against him, squeezing him tightly. I soon felt his monster begin to shrink within me and I stepped off of him and stood before him, looking down at him, smiling at my conquest of an enormous stud. I felt his cum begin leaking down my legs, soaking into my nylons. I picked up my panties to wipe my legs and to stop the stream of Chad's cream, mixed thoroughly with mine, from leaking all over me. I wiped up a glob of his thick sperm on my fingers and tasted him. What a heavenly liquid Lee! There is no taste quite like a man's sperm. "I could tell that Chad was a little embarrassed, as he seemed to realize, now that the excitement was over, what a girl he'd sounded like. I knew then that he and I were going to fuck each other like that a lot. And he knew it too. I knew something about him that no one else knew. That he had this side to him that liked a woman to take control. And I loved being in complete control. Plus, I was in love with that great big dick. We slept in my room that night. We fucked all night. I think I wore him out. Most nights after that I stayed in his apartment. And we fucked all of the time." Regina Rae sat back in her chair, expelled a huge breath and sighed deeply. She then continued, "Life was wonderful for us back then Lee. I was a rich girl and a gorgeous cheerleader. He was the handsome star quarterback and was going to be a star in the NFL. And we loved fucking each other. It really was perfect. And so I hope you can understand why there was no way that my father was going to stop me from marrying and completely possessing Chad," she concluded. "Wow! I can't believe I've just told you that story Lee. And I'm a little embarrassed too. I got kind of worked up just telling about it. My panties are actually wet now." She looked at me with a devious vamp smile. "And that had no effect on you?" she quizzed me as she fanned herself. I just looked at her, completely dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say at that moment. I was in a bit of shock. No client had ever shared such a story with me. I realize that I probably should have stopped her. I really didn't need to know that much detail about Regina Rae and Chad's sexual relationship in order to help with her divorce. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop her as she told her erotic tale. I was engrossed in the detail. During all of our years of marriage, Debbie and I had never done anything like what Regina Rae and Chad did the first time they ever fucked. 'Could sex really be that wild?' I thought. I found myself anxious to hear how things were going at the end of their marriage. I wanted to hear more details. I also took some private pleasure in the realization that, compared to Chad, I was pretty well hung too. But I was a professional. I could not tell Regina Rae that I had gotten such a major hard-on as she was telling me her story that I could barely stand it. Again I lied. "Uh. No. But thanks for telling me how things began with you and Chad. That will help me put other things in perspective I'm sure," I said, trying to sound cool and calm. "I take it things weren't so good at the end? When he left, I mean," I nudged her toward continuing. "No," she said flatly. "Things weren't so good at the end. I don't even know if I can talk about that now Lee." Changing the subject, she asked, "What about our lunch date? Could we talk about it then? I'm famished. And I have to tell you - I feel a little flushed after that story. I think I could use some fresh air. Is that okay?" 'Lunch again!' I thought. 'Jeez! I couldn't avoid this.' Regina Rae was a very persistent and controlling woman. Plus, there was her father. I was really doing this for him I told myself. So I said, "Sure. Let's go." At least I'd bought enough time for my hard-on to subside before I stood up. Regina Rae stood up waving her hand in front of her face in a way that mocked how hot she'd just made herself. As I walked around the corner of my desk to grab my suit coat I noticed Regina Rae's eyes swing down to just below my zipper on my trousers and she broke into the most wicked grin as she looked back up to me. I looked down and could not believe my eyes. There was a very large and noticeable wet spot on my pants that could only be explained by one thing. And yet, there was nothing I could say. I just looked at her and could feel my face flush, as it must have turned beet red. "Not affected huh?" she harumphed. "Hmmm. Looks like there was something going on behind that desk that you aren't sharing with me Lee. Ha!" she laughed loudly. "That's okay cutie. I was actually kind of disappointed when you told me you weren't turned on by what I told you. Why would you lie about that anyway?" she needled me. "I mean, it was a pretty hot story!" "Er....Uh....No reason," I stammered. "I guess it just didn't seem very professional to react that way. I'm really embarrassed and sorry Regina Rae. Will you please forgive me?" I pleaded. "No problem hon," she assuaged me. "After all, you are a man. Aren't you?" she kidded. "Now come on Lee. Let's go eat. I've got a surprise for you anyway." Regina Rae turned and headed to the door, swaying her hips as she walked. 'This really was a dangerous woman,' I thought to myself. As I walked past Carla's desk she looked up and gave me the look that said, 'So! What are you up to now?' I told her I was going out to lunch and would be back in a few hours. I knew there was no way that Regina Rae was going to let me off the hook with a one-hour lunch. "Sure boss," she said, again implying that she thought more was going on. "Be careful Lee," she added quietly. "Okay? And hey! You might want to stop by the men's room on the way out. It looks like you've spilled something on your pants," she smiled in a way that almost made me think she knew what I'd 'spilled' on them. I met Regina Rae at the elevator and we stepped inside. We were the only people on the elevator and she looked at me with those penetrating eyes. She glanced back down at my zipper and began snickering. I couldn't help myself at that point and I began laughing too. We both broke out into an uncontrollable laugh that lasted until we exited the elevator on the ground floor and stepped out into the sunshine and began walking down the street. "So," I asked, my earlier embarrassment past for the moment, "Where are you taking me for lunch?" "You'll see," she said soothingly. "Just relax and be patient. You act like you're afraid of me Lee. I promise that I won't bite. Unless you want me too," she joked. Again, the wicked grin, as she walked confidently down the street. I noticed that she turned a lot of heads as she walked. I wondered if people recognized her. Or if it was just because she wore such a short dress and looked so amazing. It was probably the latter. As we walked we chatted about my position in the firm and she told me how much her father liked me and trusted me. She told me that was why I was chosen to represent her. That was good news to me. If I was going to have to endure what was turning out to be a taxing attorney/client relationship, at least I was glad to hear that there was potential for a big payoff at the end. After walking for a few blocks she stopped and we were standing in front of one of San Francisco's most trendy restaurants, The Foghorn. Well, so much for my concern about not being seen at lunch with this beautiful woman. There was no way I could avoid that now. We went inside and the waiter seated us at a table right next to the front window, almost as though he'd been saving it for us. Regina Rae insisted on ordering wine and I just resigned myself that I was going to have to go along with whatever she wanted at this point. Hopefully, we'd at least get to discuss her case some more. It was obvious though that Regina Rae wasn't thinking about her case at that point. She was just chatting away about this and that and getting me to tell her everything about my career, my marriage, and myself. I got the feeling that she was feeling me out when I talked about Debbie. She kind of threw me a curve though when she said that she'd love to meet Debbie and that maybe we could all go out one night together. Like I was going to let that happen. I'd be a basket case with Regina Rae in front of Debbie. And the last thing I needed was for Debbie to be concerned about my relationship with yet another woman. She was already weird enough about Carla. We eventually ordered lunch and continued to just talk and actually got to know each other a lot better. The best thing that I learned was just how much Regina Rae's father liked me. She ordered us more wine and I began to relax a bit. Before I knew it, two hours had passed and we never got back around to talking about her divorce. Regina Rae insisted on paying for lunch and, as with just about everything else where she was concerned, once she made up her mind, I was incapable of making her change it. The thought that Chad had been in way over his head with her again crossed my mind. We walked out onto the street and I explained to Regina Rae that I really had to get back to the office as I had clients lined up all afternoon. I asked her to call Carla and set up another appointment so that we could finish the meeting we'd begun earlier. She kind of pouted like she was disappointed that I couldn't just hang out with her for the rest of the day. But I insisted that I just couldn't do it and so we parted there at the restaurant. I hurried back to the office and my first afternoon client was already waiting for me. I apologized profusely for being late and walked him back to my office with me. I hoped that he would not smell the wine on my breath. It was so unprofessional to drink alcohol at lunch and then try to practice law. I never did it. As I passed by Carla's desk, she glanced up at me, smiled, winked, and said nothing - which said everything. Keeping my mind on work the rest of the day was difficult, but I managed. When the last client walked out, Carla walked in. "Why are you still here?" I asked. "Oh. I had a few things to finish up. Plus, I wanted to tell you that Debbie called for you right after you left for lunch. I think she was hoping to meet you." "Really? Hmm. That's a little odd," I replied, as Debbie rarely called me to go to lunch. Carla just stood there looking down at me. I looked back up at her. "What?" I asked, acting all innocent. "Nothing boss. How was lunch?" she asked with a tone of anxious curiosity. "Fine. Why?" "Oh. No reason. Ms. Morris called this afternoon to set up another appointment for later this week. Her case must be really complicated to take so much time to discuss," she said with a sarcastic tone. I knew Carla was messing with me now. It was the price I paid for having a secretary who was easily one of the brightest people in this office of highly educated people. Like I said, she could have been a lawyer herself if she'd ever been given an opportunity. "Er... Actually, I'm not sure about that," I said, trying to explain. "We didn't even discuss her case at lunch. You're right about one thing though Carla. Regina Rae Morris is a woman who is used to getting her way. On the bright side though," I added, trying to change the direction of the conversation. "I learned that her father is very impressed with me!" "Really?!" she said gleefully. "Excellent! Let's just hope that continues to be true when you're through handling his daughter's divorce," she added more somberly. "Please do be careful though Lee. I'm serious. I have a feeling she is big trouble." Carla turned to leave and then suddenly turned right back around. "By the way. What did you spill on your pants earlier? It must not have been coffee because there doesn't appear to be a stain." Damn! Carla doesn't miss anything! "No. It wasn't coffee. I accidentally knocked a cup of water off of my desk," I lied. "It just evaporated. It looked bad though given where it spilled, didn't it?" I chuckled, trying to play it off. "Really? Hmmm," she said as if she wasn't buying my lie. "Well, that's lucky. Hey! I have to run. Got a hot date! Oh yea. You might want to stop off for flowers on the way home tonight. Debbie sounded a little terse on the phone today. I think she might be upset with you for some reason. Just a feeling. Call it woman's intuition. Goodnight Lee." She then turned and walked out before I could ask her why she thought Debbie might be upset with me. She had me worried. ......to be continued in Chapter 2 (My Jealous Wife)