By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2003 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

“I’ve lengthened the lapels a half-inch and widened . . .”

“Uh-huh.”

“ … the Golden Gate Bridge!”

“Good. That’ll do.”

“Andrew, you haven’t heard a word I’ve said!” Marcia Day spoke sharply, dropped the jacket pattern in front of her boss, walked around his desk, and sat facing him. “Spill! You’ve been distracted ever since that meeting with George this morning. What’s going on?”

Smiling ruefully, Andrew stretched back in his chair and swung his long legs up onto the desk. Marcia was leaning toward him, her pixie-like face stern, her big brown eyes clouding over with concern. How lovely she is, Andrew mused. He’d hired her straight out of the graduating class he guest-lectured and it was one of the most brilliant decisions he’d ever made. Not only were her concepts for men’s wear boldly creative, but she had fit into the company like a custom-made glove. The fact that she was totally devoted and more than a little in love with her boss was noted with kind amusement by all. However, Andrew had been married for less than a year and he was determined to treat his protégéé with the restraint and respect their relationship demanded. But it wasn’t easy; he’d grown very, very fond of Marcia Day.

“So what’s up?” Marcia asked, sitting back and folding her arms across her chest.

“George offered me the presidency,” he said.

“He what? But that’s crazy,” Marcia blurted. “I mean . . .”

“You mean, that’s crazy,” Andrew agreed, “and I told him so. Peter Martins has been George’s right-hand man for years, never mind his best friend. He was a shoe-in for the job, at least until this morning! I’ve been sitting here wondering if I should be worried about George’s mental health.”

“Worry about this department! You’re head designer. Who’s supposed to take your place? I don’t understand! Just think of the fall-out. Peter would have no choice but to quit which means George would lose his top exec and best friend and the company would lose you as a designer. Total chaos! George would never do that to his company. Not without pressure! So who would want Peter out and you in?”

“Nobody I can think of, except maybe my wife,” Andrew chuckled.

The words were out before Andrew could stop them and his laugh was as hollow as an empty promise. Marcia twisted in her chair, leaned back, and carefully placed her feet up on the desk. Her legs formed a V with Andrew’s and an uneasy silence filled the space between them.

“What made you think of your wife?” Marcia asked, her tone quiet, guarded.

Andrew wished he’d kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to think about why Ruby had so immediately come to mind. He didn’t want to face the many doubts he’d begun to have about this woman he hardly knew. He’d taken three months off, after the spring showing, to cruise around the Mediterranean. That first night out to sea, they’d both dined at the Captain’s table. She’d worn an emerald gown that sometimes matched her chameleon eyes and as they danced, Andrew’s cock betrayed him, mocked his sense of propriety as it bulged away from him and into her. She laughed and, instead of pulling away, had met the challenge, pressing her outrageously large breasts into his chest, taunting him, knowing by instinct that Andrew had a fatal weakness for large breasts. Eventually they stumbled from the dance floor, along the deck, and into his cabin and bed. The rest of his trip was a swirling vortex of sexual passion and pleasure that spun out of control and into a shipboard marriage that, when he returned home, sent everyone into a spin. His male friends were as seduced by her beauty and alluring sexuality as he was but their wives and the other of his female friends felt an instant dislike and distrust. Marcia was the exception. Marcia had only met Ruby once and all she had felt was jealousy. She was jealous of the weight of Ruby’s beauty, a beauty that brought men to their knees. She was jealous that Andrew was Ruby’s husband.

“Why would Ruby want you to be president?” Marcia persisted.

“Because she’s ambitious. She likes moving amongst the rich and famous. She wishes I were more . . ”

Andrew didn’t finish his sentence. This conversation was threatening something delicate; threatening to expose something about his wife that needed to remain in the dark, if the status quo was to survive. Ruby had suggested, more than once, that he should demand shares in the company, despite his generous salary. He’d ignored her. She’d mentioned certain contacts and the fact that she believed he’d have more clout if he were to join one of the European houses. He’d ignored her. But it disturbed him that Ruby was dissatisfied with what made him happiest, his work as a simple designer and he suspected that, given the opportunity, she’d do something to change things . . . But what?

“How well does Ruby know George?” Marcia asked.

“Oh, she doesn’t know him at all,” Andrew responded quickly.

“Yesterday Peter Martins was bound for the presidency of this company,” Marcia said, staring down at hands, “and yet, this morning it was offered to you. Somebody’s fucking with your life and I think you should find out who.”

Marcia’s vehemence startled Andrew and something began to tug at the sleeve of his consciousness. He’d had coffee with George yesterday and there wasn’t even a hint of his being considered for the position. So what had happened between then and this morning and how could Ruby possibly be involved? Last night, Ruby had had dinner at her girlfriend’s and stayed until the wee hours of the morning. Andrew didn’t know what time she’d gotten home, only that it was after he’d awakened to go to the bathroom, after 3 AM. This morning she fixed him breakfast -a rare treat because Ruby did not like to cook - and explained that her girlfriend, Shelley, was having boyfriend problems and had needed to talk. There was no reason to doubt her story but . . .

“Excuse me,” Andrew said, picking up the phone.

He dialed Shelley’s number. The machine picked up on the second ring:

“Hello, this is Shelley. I’ll be overseas for the next few weeks. Back November 4th. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye for now.”

Click.

Ruby had lied about where she was last night. Why? Andrew felt suddenly nauseous as though some awful virus was suddenly coursing its way through his body.

“What’s wrong, Andy? You look like a ghost.” Marcia got up from her chair and walked around the desk to put a friendly arm across Andrew’s shoulders.

“Ruby was out until all hours last night. She told me that she was at her girlfriend’s. She lied.”

“What are you going to do?” Marcia dropped to her knees and took Andrew’s hand in hers. “Be careful. There’s no proof, only suspicions.”

“So far, but if Ruby made some ungodly deal with George, she’s got to know by now that I turned down the deal and Ruby doesn’t give up easily. God knows what I’m in for!”

“It could be fun,” Marcia said sarcastically. “George is announcing his replacement tomorrow morning so she’s going to have to make her move tonight.”

Andrew picked up the phone.

“Hi. I’m on my way. Still feel like Chinese? … No, I’ll pick some up on the way … See you soon.”

“How would you like some Chinese?”

Andrew stood up and Marcia moved into his arms.

“Who me?” she asked softly.

They’d hugged often but this time was different. She hugged him more closely. He looked down at her upturned face. He saw love, longing, and lust shining up at him. He saw a woman who wanted to be kissed first and then made love to. But he wasn’t free to give her what she wanted.

”Yes, you. It’s time you got to know my wife. I’m taking you home for dinner. Maybe you’ll help me find out what Ruby’s been up to.” Andrew gently wound himself out of her embrace, took her hand and they headed for the door.

Andrew was grateful for Marcia’s presence and her silence on the way home. She stayed in the car while he picked up the food and he was grateful for the time alone. He didn’t know how he knew but he was sure that Ruby had something to do with George’s offer and he wasn’t looking forward to having it confirmed. And if it was, he had no idea how he’d live with her or without her. Ruby’s car was in the driveway of their home and he parked his car behind hers. At the door he didn’t use the key but rang the bell.

It opened almost immediately and Ruby stood resplendent in the same emerald gown that had aroused him to madness the night they met, that aroused him to madness now. He could feel his cock reaching out to her and his legs felt weak.

“Well, come in,” she sang, “and welcome. It’s Marcia, if I remember correctly. We met at the sales meeting.”

She stood aside, waving them in enthusiastically. Ruby’s confidence amazed him. It was as if answering the door barefoot and in formal attire was the most normal thing in the world and if she was at all surprised or disappointed that Andrew wasn’t alone, she didn’t let on. Andrew followed Marcia into the foyer, horny and self-conscious.

“Oooooh, that smells good,” she said to Andrew. “Why don’t you take care of the food while I get to know your lovely designer.” She’d taken Marcia’s hand and was leading her into the living room. “I’ve heard wonderful things about you,” she said. “Andrew thinks you’re the most talented designer he’s seen in along time.”

“It’ll be a long time before I’m an Andrew Stone,” Marcia said, blushing.

“Don’t be so modest,” Ruby laughed.

Andrew watched the two women, stirred by the smooth sway of their hips, their contrasting beauty. Ruby at five feet nine inches was at least five inches taller than Marcia and her olive complexion and stunning mane of thick wavy hair falling to her waist created an animal aura that protectively enveloped Marcia’s almost child-like essence. Andrew turned toward the kitchen. He was overcome by doubt. Why had he brought Marcia here? He was trying to read the expression that he’d seen on her face as she chatted with Ruby. He believed it was awe. He placed the Chinese food in the oven to warm and grabbed a tray. Confronting Ruby about anything seemed like an impossible dream. He put a bottle of chilled wine and three glasses on a tray and feeling excited and way over his head went out to join the ladies.

Both women were lounging on cushions in front of the fireplace, its flames licking their animated faces. Andrew could feel electricity in the air as he carefully placed the tray on a coffee table.

“Come join us,” Ruby invited.

Ruby was lying on her side and the flesh of her breasts seemed almost liquid as it flowed so generously out of her gown creating cleavage that ran its course like a haunting river of desire. Marcia’s simple pantsuit made her look young, clean-cut and vulnerable. The women’s faces were close as Andrew passed their wine and then lowered himself between their feet, a male side completing their triangle.

“Bad boy, there’s something you forgot to tell me about Marcia,” Ruby said, her voice teasing.

“What’s that?”

“That she’s madly in love with you,” Ruby said.

“Don’t be . . .”

“Don’t you dare say ‘silly’,” Ruby cut him off. “A woman’s feelings are never silly.”

Andrew’s pulse began to race and his nose began to twitch as it always did when he was under extreme pressure. He didn’t know what to do or say. He was feeling out of his depth: embarrassed, excited and confused.

“Here, let’s drink to us,” Ruby said, raising her glass.

They clinked and sipped. Andrew looked at Marcia who smiled back at him, her face a shifting, mercurial mask of emotions. Ruby put down her glass and moved closer to Marcia. She reached out and ran the back of her fingers slowly over Marcia’s cheeks and across her lips.

“It’s alright. I saw how you felt about him the minute you two walked through the door. He has to feel it but tell him anyway. Tell Andrew how you feel about him.

“Leave the girl alone,” Andrew said, his voice louder and harsher than he’d intended.

“She doesn’t want to be left alone.” Ruby ran her fingers over Marcia’s hair. “And she’s a woman not a girl,” she added.

Marcia had taken Ruby’s hand from her hair but held it captive in both her own.

“Tell me if you can’t tell him. Do you love Andrew?”

“Yes, I love him,” Marcia whispered.

“And there can’t be too much love in the world,” Ruby whispered, leaning forward to kiss Marcia lightly on the lips.

Andrew felt like he’d been sucker punched in his belly but there was no pain, only breathlessness and the heady mix of anticipation and fear that might accompany skydiving or a blast-off to the moon.

“Come here, baby. You haven’t kissed me since you’ve come home. Is the honeymoon over?”

Ruby didn’t wait for a response. She crawled over to Andrew on her hands and knees, her balloon breasts swaying, her cat eyes glistening with greed. Andrew sat motionless, watching her approach. Ruby pounced, placed her hand at the back of his neck and drew him to her. She forced her tongue inside his mouth, her lips mashing lewdly against his. She stretched out, pulling Andrew on top of her, still kissing him and thrusting her pussy against him. Her hands were all over him, her massive breasts squashed between them. They felt so good. He wanted her pussy. He wanted to be inside her pussy. He squirmed reaching for his zipper but she stopped him. Somewhere in the distance he heard a whimper, a mewling that was desperate and hungry. Ruby released him with a guttural laugh. “Let’s not forget our company,” she said to Andrew. “I’m sure Marcia would enjoy some of what you just gave me.”

Andrew looked at Marcia. She was sitting in a tight ball, hugging her knees like a frightened child. Small sharp cries of frustration or desire or both were squeaking out of her. Andrew wanted to protect her, hold her, but he couldn’t move. He’d never been with two women in his life. And here he was with these two. He tried to pull into focus why they were here; that he’d come to confront Ruby, to find out what she had to do with George but he couldn’t concentrate. He didn’t care! He could feel pre-cum oozing out of his cock head and his balls tightening with horniness. Horniness was filling him up to overflowing and there was no room for thought, there was no self.

“Shame on you. What a bad host you are,” Ruby said, back on her knees, this time moving toward Marcia.

Andrew watched as Ruby placed her hands on each side of Marcia’s face. She moistened her lips slowly. She puckered. She moved in slow motion toward Marcia. She lightly kissed her cheeks, her neck and her lips. She nibbled her ears. She stopped. “What do you want, pretty one?” she asked, looking deeply into Marcia’s eyes.

“I want you to kiss me,” he heard Marcia plead.

“I will. All over,” Ruby promised.

Andrew watched as Ruby helped Marcia out of her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Her pert breasts were a perfect cream against her chocolate lacy bra. “You’re beautiful,” Ruby murmured. She opened her mouth to Marcia and Andrew could see Marcia’s tongue, pink and flickering, advancing and withdrawing. Marcia kissed Ruby and Ruby kissed Marcia. Andrew watched, dancing on the edge of orgasm as they danced with each other. They undressed each other, too quickly. It was a beautiful undoing and Andrew wanted it to go on forever. He wanted to be a part of it but he didn’t know the steps. Marcia gasped as Ruby pinched and then nibbled at her extended nipples. Andrew gasped as Marcia suckled on Ruby’s giant tits. Andrew couldn’t help himself when he heard Marcia beg and saw Ruby disappear between her legs. “Yes, please,” he heard himself say.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Andrew eased his cock out of his pants and swirled his licked fingertip carefully over his most sensitive spot. It felt so good. The girls had twisted into that mutually gratifying 69 position and he began to pump harder as moans turned to squeals.

“Yes. Perfect. Don’t stop!” Marcia screamed.

“You don’t stop either,” Ruby said.

Andrew didn’t want it to end. He breathed himself away from the ultimate fall. Ruby was breathing that orgasmic moan that Andrew knew so well. He could hear Marcia weeping her rapture in spastic orgasmic sobs. They were both howling their cum.

“Andrew,” Ruby called out. “Come, we need you.”

Two women legs spread / one cock. He moved slowly into Ruby. He could feel the walls of her cunt pulsing wetly over him. They fucked slow and sweet. He moved into Marcia. She was tight and hungry and dangerous. Be careful, he told himself. Ruby was waiting, on her knees. He took her from behind. She was the most beautiful woman in the world and he couldn’t stop. He could feel it coming, the end of time. But she pulled away from him. “Marcia. Give it to Marcia!” she screamed. And so he did. He fucked Marcia like a man possessed, while his wife looked on, her legs spread as she pleasured herself. And for him Ruby lifted and rolled her tits, accentuating her cleavage, just the way he liked it. “Good boy,” she goaded him on.

Ruby was grinding her clit against her one hand and Andrew could feel her other on Marcia’s; all three were dancing in time and singing the same primitive song. And then the world went white for Andrew and the women’s scalding passion became the force that catapulted him into space and he was falling, falling, falling. Screaming and falling into so much softness. Into legs and breasts and arms, so many holding and caressing arms. Soft kisses. Slow breathing into a quiet, weary afterglow.

“Hungry anyone?” Andrew asked after a long time.

They ate Chinese food in terrycloth robes.

“I persuaded George to give you that job and you turned it down,” Ruby chided between mouthfuls of rice and kisses.

“How did you manage that?” Andrew asked between mouthfuls of tofu and kisses.

“Beautifully, of course,” Ruby laughed between mouthfuls of almond guy ding and kisses. “I’ll show you. Next time we’ll be four.”

“There can’t be too much love,” Marcia said, reading their fortune.