Equal Opportunities
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"So, Stan, you think you're up to looking after two women's needs, again?"
Stan snorted. "Not if it's going to be like last night all the time, Denise. I'll have to hire in help!"
"Yeah, right. Try it and see where it gets you. Although..."
Stan stuck his tongue out at Denise, who blew a raspberry in return. They both laughed at one another.
They were sitting at Stan's breakfast bar drinking coffee. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been, well, tiring for Stan, but enormous fun and yet deeply emotional, too. Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he'd relieved it multiple times...
But now they had to go to work. Stan got up, grabbed the bowls, cups and cutlery and quickly washed them up. With two women to please, he'd quickly found that keeping the place tidy was preferable to having both of the women in his life jabbering at his ear. Denise wiped them dry and Stan put them away. He turned to see Denise regarding him with a smile, then she leaned in and gave him a kiss.
"Good boy," she told him. Stan grinned back.
"So," she said as they put their coats on, "Anne on for tonight?"
"Yes, provided she's not working so late she decides not to bother."
Denise looked at him, carefully.
"Stan? Are you all right with what Anne's doing?"
"Yes. No. Well, yes, I understand that she's working a lot, but what I don't see is why."
"Hmm?" she asked him as they went out of the front door.
"I mean, I know she's got a project she's overseeing at work, but, well, the other project managers don't seem to have to put in the hours Anne is, especially at home," he answered, locking the door.
"So do you think there's something wrong?"
"With her project? I don't think so, the other people in her team aren't miserable enough."
Denise smiled and said "No, she'd be making their lives hell if it wasn't going right. I guess we'll have to ask her?"
"Ask Anne? Just like that?"
"Got a better idea?"
Since Stan didn't, he kept silent. He just wasn't sure he wanted to ask a bald question like that of Anne.
Later that morning Stan went to see Anne. He found her busy at work as usual, along with her staff.
"Hi Anne! How are you today?"
Anne turned to look at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and she had dark circles around her eyes. She looked sallow, drained, but there was a fire in the core that was not only hot, but hotter. Anne was doing what she did, working flat out with a goal in mind, Stan knew, and was well on top of it. He just didn't know what it was.
"Oh, Stan, hi, love. I'm fine, and you?"
"I feel better than you look, Anne. You look shattered. You're working too hard. Coming over tonight?"
"I'll try to, Stan, I really will. I should be over for about nine o'clock, I expect. Will that be okay?"
Stan smiled and said, "Of course, Anne. I'll look forward to seeing you then."
In the event, it was half past eight that night when Stan got a call from a distracted sounding Anne.
'Stan? It's Anne. Look, I won't be able to make it tonight after all."
"Anne, are you sure?"
"Yes, Stan. I'm sorry, but I really have to concentrate on this for a bit longer tonight. Sorry"
"Well, okay, love. I'll order an Indian meal and mope all alone without you. Just joking!"
He wasn't entirely joking. Anne knew that.
"Oh, Stan. I'm really sorry, but I can't leave, I just can't. I can't even explain why, just now, but I will soon, I promise."
"All right, Anne. But I'll hold you to that. I love you Anne, and it's hard for me to watch you run yourself into the ground like this. If you say you're all right, I'll go along with that. For now."
"All right Stan. I love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Denise came over and once more offered to cook for Stan the next night, but Stan demurred, taking her out to a quiet restaurant to eat instead. They enjoyed their time together, then went back to Stan's place.
Stan let Denise in and followed. He watched as she took off her coat and without pause continued by undoing the buttons on her blouse.
"Stan, you're going to catch flies like that!" she chided him, and he quickly tried to catch up. Then he stopped.
"Stan?"
"Denise, I'm just spellbound. I just want to watch you."
Denise had the last button in her hand, her lacy bra in plain sight, the breasts that Stan loved to see, so much, barely confined. She looked at him, undid the button and spread her arms wide.
"You do say the nicest things, Stan. Have you been practising?" she asked him with a lopsided grin.
Stan replied by simply moving forward, engulfing her in his arms, drawing her in tight and kissing her, hard. His hand trailed down to her ass, pulling her into him there, and she ground her crotch against his. Their kiss grew even more passionate and then Stan, realising that he wasn't going to rise to the occasion, pulled away, looking down.
Denise lifted his chin with one finger. "Stan?"
"I'm sorry Denise. I-I just can't."
He was stricken when she threw her head back and laughed for a moment, but then she sobered and said, "Stan, I'm not laughing at that, I'm laughing at your face! You look as guilty as a little boy caught with his hand in the sweet tin! C'mon, let's go sit down for a minute or two."
She took his hand and led him into his living room. Stan followed, unresisting, but he couldn't help the flush of embarrassment and guilt that he was feeling. Denise dropped down on the sofa and drew Stan down next to her, then turned to face him.
"Stan. Don't worry so! You're a man in your forties, you're not exactly super-fit, though I have to say you look pretty darn good in comparison with some of the guys at work! We've both had some drinks tonight, which is why we agreed to take a taxi — and you're surprised when, once in a while, you have a problem? I know you love me, just as much as you love Anne, and having sex isn't all there is to love, is it Stan? C'mon, we've both — actually, we've all three — read many of the same books. What was it? 'Love is what goes on when you're not having sex'."
Stan's lips curled up slightly into a semblance of a smile. "I thought it was 'Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own'. But that's my point, I want you to be happy, to make you happy, and I couldn't. Can't," he finished, looking down.
"Dope! How many times have you made love this week?"
"Last seven days? I lost count," he replied.
"There you go! How many men your age could make that boast?"
Stan smiled at his redheaded companion, beginning to see the humour in the situation. "I told you I'd have to hire in help," he teased, and she elbowed him in the ribs.
"Not bloody likely. Take me to bed, we'll cuddle and go to sleep and let's see what comes up in the morning!"
Stan woke up to find the room still dark, but a warm, wet, wonderful feeling on his cock. He reached down and lightly ran his fingers over Denise's face as she sucked and massaged him, stroking with her hand. He was hard, and Denise lifted off his dick long enough to say "Look what came up..." before dropping her head down again, slowly, teasingly taking him deeper than he'd known her do before. She pulled back again, with a slight gasp, and told him "I wish I could deep throat you, Stan, but I can't. I'd so love to, but I think I can still please you — and me, I love giving head!"
Stan continued to run his fingers around her face, sometimes running her hair through his fingers, as Denise built him up and held him just short of release. She held the base of his penis tight until he was better in control and once more resumed her lovemaking. Over the next several minutes she did this again before finally she kept him going, sucking, swirling her tongue, drilling it into his prick and working him with her hand in earnest. She felt his penis swell and took just the head into her mouth. Stan gasped as his climax arrived, feeling it draw from his toes and fingertips, through his balls and finally surge into Denise's mouth. She made a small cry at the first spurt but she kept sucking lightly, now avoiding his oh-so-sensitive head.
When he'd completely finished cumming and started to soften Denise cleaned him with her talented mouth and tongue before crawling up his body and kissing him. He felt her pass a little of his cum to him in the kiss and was startled for a moment, but then kissed her deeper — it was an act of love, meant that way and received that way. Finally she rolled off him, and the two of them lay next to one another. Denise rubbed her jaw muscles with the fingers of one hand.
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It was Friday. Denise was waiting by the phone. She'd been there all day, with only short trips into the kitchen to grab snacks. Jim had promised to ring her today. Ibiza was an hour ahead, so when it was ten o'clock in the morning here, it was eleven a.m. over there. Surely Jim would have woken early today, he was going to ring her. While she waited, she ran back over her holiday in Ibiza in her mind, savouring the memories... On that second day of her break, she had sunbathed near...
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Anne woke up at a quarter past five in the morning. ‘Oh, God I must be mad!’ she thought, as she picked her way foggily through her early morning routine. Downstairs she found Denise, wearing a bathrobe, with coffee ready to pour. ‘Good morning, Anne,’ she said quietly. ‘Stan’s gone back to sleep. He’ll wait up for you tonight. I’ll sleep in the spare room, but I’ll stay up as well – I want to hear how your first day went!’ Anne almost fell into a chair at the table. ‘Monday, the 15th of...
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It was Monday morning, the 14th of August. Sixty-one years ago, Japan had surrendered to the Allies. Stan knew exactly how they felt. His body was battered by lack of sleep and his eyes were terribly gritty. He needed a shave, coffee, a shower, coffee, breakfast, coffee, some painkillers and coffee – and not necessarily in that order. So he forced himself into action, putting on his underwear and grabbing painkillers and a glass of water first, then putting a very strong pot of coffee on. He...
Stan woke up, and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. ‘I’m sorry, love, what was I thinking?’ he softly told the beautiful dark eyes that only he could see. Arriving at work, he said ‘Hi!’ to Elaine, who replied, ‘Good morning! Did you enjoy yourself last night?’ Stan walked almost to the door from reception to his office area, stopped, half turned to Elaine and said quietly, ‘Yes, thank you, Elaine.’ Before she could ask any more he opened the door and walked through. Elizabeth...
Denise woke up. It was Sunday morning. She, Elaine and Susan had spent the whole of Saturday together, just simply enjoying each other’s company. Susan’s bed was crowded with the three of them, and Denise wondered idly for a moment whether she should broach the subject of getting a bigger bed. She twisted over and met the twinkling eyes of Susan. They both heard a soft snore from Elaine, and smiled at one another. Susan mouthed ‘Coffee?’ at Denise, who nodded, so they carefully got out of...
Stan twisted on the sofa. Anne had invited him in, but not for coffee. There was only one plausible explanation… was he ready? His erection felt like a log in his underwear… That part of him felt ready, at least. Anne had opened her door and gestured him inside. She’d told him, ‘Sit there while I fix us a drink. What would you like?’ Stan asked for a scotch, but asked for a glass of water too. Anne was now in the kitchen, fixing things. ‘Glenmorangie?’ she called, and Stan replied,...
The morning after the night before was not nice, but copious amounts of water and painkillers helped, along with several cups of coffee. All three gathered in Stan’s kitchen, listlessly going through the motions of making breakfast. Finally, Stan said ‘Hey, we ought to go to Iorio’s for breakfast. Getting out of the house would do us good, anyway.’ ‘I never thought I’d hear you advocating fresh air, Stan!’ grumbled Anne, though she had a slight smile on her face. ‘He’s probably right,...
Chapter 11 After a fitful night, Stan got up in the morning feeling tired and somehow unkempt. A shower and a shave later it was only tiredness, but Stan couldn’t get the grittiness out of his eyes. His 20-20 hindsight was telling him that there were all sorts of things he could have said last night, the most important of which would have been ‘Can I take you out for a drink next week?’ or something similar. In his wildest fantasies Anne invited him in for ‘coffee’- an invitation that would...
Denise woke up. She immediately wished she hadn’t. True, this wasn’t the first hangover she’d woken up with on this holiday, but that didn’t make it any better. ‘I’ll have to get up and get some water down me, oh and some painkillers,’ she thought. She put an arm down to help lever herself out of bed. When her hand fell on something she wasn’t expecting, she remembered, ‘Oh, God! Jim!’ She looked across to her left, where he was still asleep. In the diffused light coming through the curtains...
Anne watched Stan and Denise climb the stairs. Stan turned to look at her and she blew him a kiss, smiling at him. They bounded up the stairs out of sight and Anne fell back into her chair. Watching Stan kiss Denise had been hard, very hard. Anne had thought it out beforehand, considered that Stan and Denise would be kissing and much, much more — but as she’d told them, actually seeing it was something else. Now they’d be upstairs, undressing. Denise had those wonderful large breasts, things...
Chapter 5 The following morning Stan woke up, did the painkillers-and-water routine, and he slowly put himself together. He’d been very tired when he returned home the previous night and had fallen asleep the instant he hit the bed. This morning his thoughts kept replaying Denise’s parting comment. His best friend was telling him, ‘You’ve got to get over it sometime… why not now?’ ‘Doesn’t she know the pain I’ve been going through? Doesn’t she understand that I can’t do that to Caron?’ he...
Chapter 9 Stan woke up late Saturday morning. At first he lay still while he put his scattered mind back together. Then he rolled onto his back, whispered, ‘Good morning, love,’ and went over what had happened last night. With the morning sunlight flickering through the curtains, last night’s events didn’t seem so momentous. Last night he’d thought the evening was incredible. He’d spoken to Anne in a non-work setting, it had been almost as if they’d been to a dinner date on their own. Now,...
Chapter 17: Anne & Stan On Saturday morning Stan had woken with Anne, each feeling very slightly awkward with the other, not knowing what to say, and then a smile, a touch and all was well again. Anne had looked coyly at Stan, who’d given her a long, lustful, lingering kiss. The kiss turned into a more extended make-out session, before Stan broke it off. He was a little embarrassed: he ought to have been physically aroused, but nothing was happening. ‘Tempus fugit,’ he thought ruefully while...
It was a bright, refreshing Christmas morning. Stan and Anne had agreed to meet at Denise’s cottage since she was going to be cooking the first real holiday meal for their unorthodox family. Anne insisted on getting there early for breakfast so that they could all open their presents… as soon as possible! There was, of course, no snow, but it was chilly. Stan rang Anne to ask if she wanted a lift. She gratefully accepted, so he drove around to pick her up. Anne was ready and waiting when he...
The first day back to work at The Firm was Wednesday, the 3rd of January. Anne immediately went to see Percy and handed in her notice. ‘I’m very sorry, but I really have to leave on the twelfth,’ she told her manager. ‘But that’s only just over a week away!’ he exclaimed, obviously annoyed. ‘My new firm, Boundless Waves, will pay compensation for the short notice. But I’m really very sorry, the date’s non-negotiable, it’s either then or no deal. In the meantime I’ll get my project as tidy as...
On the way home from Boundless Waves on Friday evening, Anne was sitting next to Denise on the train. They were alone in that part of the carriage. She turned to Denise and thanked her, saying, ‘You made a big difference to the outcome, first by setting up and running the computers, then by making sure I wasn’t disturbed by ‘support calls’ from Ken and Sid. You stayed late with me those nights when we were running those tests – which worked, thank God! – and finally, perhaps most importantly,...
On Wednesday morning two things were delivered to The Firm. One was a printout of a picture e-card, sent from her hotel on Ibiza, from Denise to ‘All at The Firm’. Denise had written, ‘Having a great time, nightlife is wonderful!’ and signed it with a kiss. Elaine pinned it up on the notice board, as was usual for holiday postcards. Stan noticed it as he went for a coffee that morning. He read the card and smiled, thinking, ‘So much for spending the nights in bed!’ He just hoped Denise was...
It was early in the next week when Anne’s patience finally blew. Ken poked his head out of his office and called to her, ‘Anne! Got a minute?’ Anne was jolted out from deep in concentration. She answered, ‘What is it, Ken?’ ‘Could you sort out my PC? I’m getting weird messages from it, and I have to go out.’ Anne whirled her chair to face him, exploding, ‘Well Ken, I’m trying to design the product that you’re betting a lot of money on! I haven’t got time to nursemaid your PC right now – ask...
Stan had found that the loosely fixed ‘alternate days’ arrangement that they had come to was actually very loose. This last week, with Anne now finally free from the enormous pressure she’d been under, it had been the spectacular blonde who had spent most evenings with him. Saturday night Denise stayed with him, then on Sunday Anne again claimed her turn. ‘Anne, not that I mind, but how come you’re with me so much at the moment? I don’t want Denise to feel left out.’ Anne, snuggled up...
Eventually, Stan and Denise were both informed that they would be able to leave The Firm at the end of the first week in April. Their final weeks flew by in a rush as they tasked themselves to tidy up their projects and hand them over to others. Stan thought it significant that no thought was given to hiring replacements. As the time for their departure grew closer, Stan and Denise gave thought to saying goodbye to people. Denise wasn’t looking forward to saying it to Elaine, and Stan had no...
Susan’s place turned out to be a small two-bedroom apartment in a popular estate near the town centre. Denise pulled up outside and shut down the Streetka, letting out the two girls in the back. Susan walked to her front door and opened it, gesturing for Denise to go in. ‘Your room’s at the far end, on the right. Ours is opposite, on the left. D’you want a coffee or anything before we go to bed?’ ‘No thanks, Susan. Not coffee, I’ll have enough trouble sleeping.’ ‘I don’t think we’ve got...
Denise woke. She felt… odd. She rolled over, feeling stiff and sore. ‘Oh!’ She remembered why she felt a bit sore, there and smiled, remembering the feeling of Stan being deep inside her ass, the stretching being a little uncomfortable, but the sensation of being filled was soooo good! She looked down. Stan was still asleep, bless him. She loved the sex, of course, but it was the emotional connection that she had with Stan that made it so special, so breathtaking. She knew Stan wasn’t the...
At The Firm, a couple of days later, Anne sat at her desk, leaning back, eyes unfocussed, forehead scrunched up, deep in thought. It was a pose that everyone in her area knew, but in this case they’d have been surprised at what she was thinking of. Anne was still unsure about Denise and Stan. ‘Just how would I react if Stan and Denise wanted some private time together? No, erase that. If Stan and Denise had sex together? Made love together? How would I feel?’ What Anne was imagining was Stan...
Denise sat in her living room, trying to collect herself. Tom. He’d made love to her — no, he’d fucked her, skilfully, but it wasn’t making love. So he’d fucked her and then he’d left. Denise walked slowly, a little carefully, up the stairs to her room. She put on her bathrobe, and sat on the edge of the bed. Denise began to cry, softly at first, then with increasingly loud and violent sobs, as she threw herself onto her bed, grabbing a pillow and howling into it. Her mother hadn’t raised...
Chapter 6 On Monday morning, Denise found Stan early, before he’d even taken his jacket off. ‘Stan, I think we need to talk. C’mon,’ she said, beckoning him. ‘Now?’ he said. ‘Yes, Stan, now.’ Stan looked at Denise and said, ‘Yes, you’re probably right.’ The Manufacturing Meeting Room was on the opposite side of the office from the main windows where morning sunlight streamed in. They went into the room and closed the door. ‘Denise,’ began Stan, but Denise interrupted him, saying, ‘Stan....
Anne said nothing about her new personal insight that night. She still wanted to allow time to pass to make sure that it wasn’t just the heat of the moment. For heat there was, undoubtedly. Stan dropped Denise off at her house and waited to be sure she got indoors safely, and then he drove on. As soon as Denise was out of sight he felt Anne’s hand on his thigh, heightening his own response. It was difficult to drive with her hand there and a burgeoning erection, plus whenever he had to change...
‘So, Stan, you think you’re up to looking after two women’s needs, again?’ Stan snorted. ‘Not if it’s going to be like last night all the time, Denise. I’ll have to hire in help!’ ‘Yeah, right. Try it and see where it gets you. Although…’ Stan stuck his tongue out at Denise, who blew a raspberry in return. They both laughed at one another. They were sitting at Stan’s breakfast bar drinking coffee. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been,...
Monday night. Stan was late – he’d been pulled into a ‘five to five’ meeting with Percy, much to his annoyance – and didn’t get home until well after his normal time. He hurried, but Anne still rang his doorbell before he’d finished getting dressed. ‘Come in, Anne!’ he called, and Anne used her key to open the door. She found Stan sitting at the bottom of the stairs, bare-chested, with one sock on and trying to get the other one on his still-damp foot. She couldn’t help but laugh, and Stan saw...
In the early evening of Valentine’s day, Sid had hustled Anne out of the door of Boundless Waves. Stan had rung him to make arrangements earlier. Downstairs, in the vestibule of the building, she was surprised to find Denise and Stan waiting for her. Stan, Anne and Denise all went in to Covent Garden, and had dinner at ‘Trotters’ cafe in Covent Garden. They didn’t make a huge thing of it as Anne would have to be back in work the next morning, but a loving, relaxed meal was enjoyed by all three...
Chapter 4 The notice had gone on the board weeks ago – the company barbeque would be held on the grounds on Friday, the 21st of July in the afternoon. The Firm had a long-standing tradition of a ‘summer do.’ It had varied in the past from boat trips to a picnic in a park with a jazz band playing, but for the past several years it had been a barbeque, complete with spit-roast pig etc. Also laid on was entertainment – this year there was a live band – and drinks. Taxis would be available to...
When Denise walked into The Firm’s reception, she gave Elaine a peck on the cheek and went off to make coffee. It was still a good fifteen minutes before most of the staff would arrive, and before Denise would normally have started, herself. She brought the coffee through to Elaine, and soon the two were sipping coffee, just contemplating the events of the previous night, and what they would mean. Again. ‘You know Laney, when we were together I’d thought of a threesome, fantasized about it I...
‘So, Stan, how did things go last night?’ asked Elizabeth on Tuesday morning. ‘What’s this, a progress report, Elizabeth?’ asked Stan with a grin. ‘I have to say, it’s pleasant to be giving one instead of being the subject of one!’ Elizabeth looked slightly embarrassed, but pressed on, ‘Well… How did things go?’ ‘Hmm. Things were a little tense in the car…Oh! You wouldn’t know… Anne asked if I minded giving Denise a lift there. Well… No! Of course I didn’t mind, and the two of them looked...
Chapter 34 On the way home Stan had dropped into an off-licence and bought some Dom Perignon. Now the ladies were sat in his living room with champagne flutes in their hands, glasses that Stan was filling. After filling his own glass, Stan once again lifted his own. ‘To us.’ He said, simply, and the three drank a toast to their new relationship with one another. Once they’d drunk the glasses down, Stan refilled them and then sat back. ‘Now, that’s better. We can talk without having to lower...
Chapter 3 It was a month later. Denise and Stan had been on six dates now and were firmly established as real friends and not just as work colleagues. Denise chuckled in her mind about being ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’, but they both didn’t really think of it that way. At least, Stan didn’t. Denise found that she was thinking more and more about the way Stan held his chin in his hand sometimes, or his strange habit of whistling some unknown tune, often out of key, when he was thinking. Her...
Elizabeth was, of course, all over him on Tuesday morning, wanting to know how the dance lesson had gone. ‘Well, thank you, Elizabeth. I actually enjoyed it.’ ‘Good. So, what’s it like? What did you do?’ So, Stan briefly described the hall, and told her that they’d begun learning the Foxtrot. ‘Ah, yes. My mum and dad used to do all of those. She tried to teach me once, but I never really got it. I was more into rock’n’roll,’ she said. Then, ‘Did you meet anyone?’ she asked ‘Well, I met...
On Monday morning, Stan saw Denise walk into the office. He sat back in his chair and watched as the young redhead walked up to him. Denise was wearing some tight tan-coloured trousers, a navy blue cashmere sweater with a white button-down blouse layered underneath it, traditional enough but the top two buttons of the blouse were open, and the trousers were just tight enough to enhance her figure rather than just display any bulges there were. ‘I won’t be needing a lift, I’ll drive myself to...
The following morning, the first into work at The Firm was, as usual, Elizabeth. An unusual visitor interrupted her normal routine of coffee, skimming the newspaper while checking some overnight testing and watering Bob’s plants. Well, unusual at that time of the morning, anyway. ‘Good morning, Elizabeth.’ Elizabeth turned to see Denise standing in Bob’s office doorway. ‘Oh! You startled me!’ She looked tired but functional, Elizabeth decided, after studying the young woman for a moment....