Part 3
Maria woke me with hot tea, which I drank greedily. She had already showered; she was dressed in only a thin robe, which was none too concealing of the curves beneath .
I reached for her, but she skipped away. "No," she said, "you must save your strength; I will need it later."
Puzzled, I acquiesced, and took a shower. She hurried me through getting dressed, dressing herself quickly in a short black leather skirt and black tee shirt with no bra. Two large gold earrings were the complement of her jewelry, except for her wedding and engagement rings. She held a pair of mirrored sunglasses in her left hand, toying with them nervously.
"What's the occasion?" I asked. "We seem to be rushing, and I don't know why."
"It's something I've been wanting to do since my green card arrived. I just didn't know how until I awoke, early this morning. I've made a decision. Tomorrow I will see my attorney, get a restraining order and begin the divorce, but today you will help me - how do you say 'drive out spirits'?"
"Exorcise?" I ventured.
"Yes, exorcise. Today you will help me exorcise demons."
No less puzzled than before, I followed her out of the house to her sporty red Nissan five speed.
She drove fast but accurately. She probably needed the radar detector above the mirror, which beeped occasionally. Though there was very little traffic this early on a Sunday morning, I had the impression that she would be competent in heavy, fast traffic. She would probably be the kind of driver I hate on the freeway, who changes lanes constantly, pushing forward through the traffic at the expense of everyone behind, compounding the slow lines.
Realizing that our route was taking us towards the office, I asked her if that was our destination. She nodded briefly but didn't speak. The mirror shades kept her eyes unreadable.
She swerved into a parking space, in a single brisk movement dropping the car into perfect position . She stepped out of the car and adjusted her sunglasses.
Unlocking the building with a key on her ring, she cleared and reset the alarm, and locked the door behind us. She glanced about occasionally as I followed her into Glen's office.
Her nervousness affected me as she closed the door behind us. If she had come to steal something, it could complicate her divorce if discovered. I had thoughts of her searching for incriminating documents of industrial espionage, or for photos of a clandestine affair. Neither seemed within the boundaries of Glen's imagination.
Instead, she removed her shades and laid them on the desk, looking intently into my eyes. She pulled my tee shirt out of my jeans. Putting her hands behind my back, she pulled me to her and kissed me savagely.
I responded by putting my hands under the back of her tee shirt and holding her against me. We continued kissing hungrily. She stepped backwards, drawing me with her, until her back was against a clear section of the office wall.
I freed my hands from her back and grasped her breasts. My erection strained at my jeans; but not for long, as she immediately grabbed at my belt, unfastening it and my waistband. She unzipped my jeans, tugged them down and pulled my underwear down sharply, jarring my rigid cock painfully. Kicking off her shoes, she yanked her panties down and stepped out of them.
Hooking her right leg behind me, she used her hands to guide my overeager cock into her. I released her breasts and lifted her ass. As tall as she was, she was quite heavy, and only by bracing her against the wall did I manage to keep from dropping her until I could lock my fingers together.
Freed from the need to support her own weight, she wrapped both legs around my thighs and crushed herself against me. I pressed into her, rhythmically shoving her back into the wall.
The excitement of where and why must have helped stimulate her. I felt rather than heard the groans she suppressed. She slipped her hands under my shirt up to my shoulder blades, using the leverage to pull me more strongly into her.
I knew she was about to come when her legs twitched against my thighs, shaking herself against my cock. Her fingernails dug painfully into my back as she came, losing control and almost unbalancing me.
I wanted to slam into her and reach my own release, but the noise may have attracted attention, so I kept up the steady pace, and was soon rewarded with a delicious buildup of pressure. Sensing my pending climax, Maria ground against me again, grunting. She came before I did, but was still shuddering in orgasm when the dam burst and I thrust into her, my resolution to keep the sound level down shattered.
We bumped loudly into the wall several times before we got ourselves better under control and moved against each other less forcefully, bringing ourselves gently down to earth.
She slid her feet to the floor. "Thanks," she said. "I hope you don't mind me using you like that."
I shook my head, still slightly overwhelmed. "Anytime." I grinned.
"Good, because I have another job for you." As I pondered that, she picked up her panties and started to put them on. Then she frowned and removed them again.
With a wicked grin, she slipped off her wedding ring, wrapped it in her panties, and put the package just inside the top desk drawer.
"Come on, let's get out of here," she said, putting on her shoes as I zipped up my jeans.
As we left Glen's office, we almost collided with one of my co-workers.
"Morning Matt. It sounded like you were moving furniture around in there. I was coming to see if I could help."
"Thanks, Stan. Maria here was looking for something in Glen's office, but she found it."
I hoped Stan wouldn't notice Maria's sudden flush, or our disheveled appearance. I'm certain he was asking himself what we were doing in the office together early on a Sunday morning; but then Stan was no fan of our mutual boss, and would almost certainly keep his concerns to himself.
Back in the car, Maria finally spoke. "That was a shock. Will he cause you trouble?"
"No, I don't think so. But, in for a penny, in for a pound. Now where?"
She put the car in gear, backed out rapidly, and we left as quickly as we arrived. "Breakfast. Then a game at the golf course. Then back home."
"A game of golf?"
"That is not what I said."
Her lips curled in a mischievous grin.
"I know this seems strange," she said as we waited to order breakfast. We were sitting at a small table in a twenty-four hour restaurant, drinking coffee. It is strange, but it isn't crazy." She laughed once. "Well, maybe it is even that. I don't plan ever to tell a shrink. These are places which are more important to him than I am. I'm going to enjoy these places more than he did. Then I have the last laugh."
"It sounds like you're looking for retribution," I remarked.
"That is a part of it," she admitted. She toyed with her sunglasses. "Does that bother you?"
I shook my head. Making love to Glen's wife appealed to my sense of vengeance, though it appealed far more to my passion for her. I believed that I understood her reasons.
Besides, what bothered me far more was the knowledge that she sat across from me now with no bra or panties. What bothered me was how much I wanted to be inside her. What bothered me was the intensity of my desire, making it hard to concentrate on what she was saying.
We ordered light breakfasts, ate, and left. Maria drove us to the residential neighborhood beside the golf course. Parking in a cul-de-sac, she took a blanket from the trunk, leading us over a footbridge and through a gap in a fence to the course. We walked up to the woods in the rough on the thirteenth hole and found a small dry ditch, hidden by bushes and trees from all sides.
Maria lay the blanket on a fairly flat part of the ditch, and pulled her tee shirt over her head. As always I gazed in awe at her round, smooth breasts and erect nipples. I pulled off my own tee shirt, then stepped out of my jeans and held her waist.
Kissing her breasts, I grabbed at her ass. I squeezed it roughly as I sucked and nibbled. She held my head against her.
Pushing her down into a sitting position, I stroked her pussy lips as I kneaded her breasts with my mouth. She unfastened her skirt and laid back as I slid my fingers slowly inside her, feeling the soft, moist walls. I lowered my face to her inner thighs and licked her.
Drawing her leather skirt off, I kissed her pussy, gently, teasing it with my lips and tongue. She slipped her feet over my shoulders as I caressed her labia with my tongue.
Without warning, I stuffed my tongue into her. She tensed, her feet pushing into my back, as I stroked her briskly. She started up the path to satisfaction.
I stopped and teased her, frustrating her. She dug at my shoulders, but I didn't relent. I brought her close three more times without granting her release.
Then I pulled off my underwear and rolled her over. Quivering with need, she offered no resistance as I lifted and entered her from behind. I thrust into her, bruising my knees as I took her. She moaned aloud as pleasure overtook her.
We continued to buck, and she was gasping towards another climax when a nearby voice yelled, "Fore!" just as I was on the point of ejaculation. We tried desperately to control our laughter, but couldn't postpone our shared release as I came within her while she, shaking with suppressed mirth, convulsed in orgasm.
Spent, we collapsed in a heap, still chuckling. A short while later, we dressed, picking grass and leaves from each other's hair and clothes.
After sneaking out of the copse, we walked nonchalantly back to the car. Maria drove us back to her house at her usual breakneck pace.
The following couple of days saw some hurried activity for Maria. While I worked normal hours, she took time to consult with attorneys and rearrange her life.
At night, I stayed with her. She needed more reassurance than she was ready to admit, finding comfort in lovemaking and in pressing her naked body along mine in sleep.
When Glen arrived at the airport late on Wednesday evening, he was served with a temporary restraining order, keeping him away from the house, and notification of divorce proceedings.
I had planned to move back home when Glen returned, but Maria wanted me to stay, in case of problems with the restraining order. She didn't expect any, but thought the precaution worthwhile.
We unhooked the phone, and if there was any disturbance, it must have happened at a particularly intense moment, as we heard nothing but each other.
I arrived at work early on Thursday. Glen came in late, looking harried. He called me into his office and began to tell me his problems, couched in a layer of denial that showed how little he really understood what was going on.
The lawyers had told him that he could send a representative to pick up essential belongings, and in a roundabout way he was telling me to do that - on company time, of course. He opened his desk drawer to pull out a notepad, to sketch a map to his house.
His face turned white. Forgetting or ignoring my presence, he pulled out the black lacy panties, which unrolled as he lifted them. The wedding ring fell with a chink into the open drawer. He picked it up with his left hand and stared vacantly at it.
While Glen was lost in thought - or lack of it - Jesse, the vice-president of marketing, walked into the office with a visiting customer, a young advertising agency director named Stacy Levitz. Glen looked up, still dazed, pocketed the ring, then held out his hand to the guest, still holding the underwear.
Ms. Levitz stared at the panties, having no idea what was expected of her, certain that she didn't want any part of it. Glen realized vaguely what he was doing, and transferred the offending garment to his left hand, where it dangled from his fingers as he tried again to offer his hand.
This was to much for Ms. Levitz, who turned her back to leave. I caught her arm gently, and guided Jesse and her to a point outside Glen's office where I explained a little of why Glen had been so distracted.
Jesse looked at me with a grateful expression on his face, and asked me to give Ms. Levitz the tour she was expecting from Glen. I didn't get back to Glen's office for an hour, during which time he had calmed down. The underwear was nowhere in sight.
He reiterated his demand that I collect his belongings, so I called Maria.
"Mrs. Davies?" I asked when she answered the phone. "I don't know if you will remember me, but my name is Matt Perez. I work with your husband."
"Are you calling from his office?" she asked.
"That's right, ma'am, I'm glad you remembered," I said.
"I'm lying naked under the sheet, thinking about what we did this morning," she said. "Mmm, you have such a fine tongue. I'm getting hot just remembering. I'm peeling back the sheets to cool down..."
I didn't exactly interrupt her, at she kept describing how she was uncovering herself. Rather, I just talked over her.
"I'm glad to hear that, Mrs. Davies. The reason I am calling is to ask if you would allow me to collect your husband's belongings for him."
"... and pretending that it's your tongue," she was saying. "And you can tell him that if he and I had spent as much time in bed over the past two years as you and I have this past week, this might not be happening."
"No, Mrs. Davies, I don't think that will be necessary," I said. "Would it be okay for me to come over there soon, say in half an hour? I'll come alone, of course."
"Oh, no, you won't," she said, "though I might, if you don't get here soon. I'm picturing you under me, moving so slowly that you're driving me wild, and Glen is wondering what is keeping you. Your tongue is curled up against my boob..."
I started talking again. "Thank you, Mrs. Davies. I'll be there as soon as I can." I hung up as she was describing how her nipples were getting hard.
I didn't leave immediately. I had to sit talking to Glen until it was safe for me to stand and walk out of the office. When I did leave, I drove at high speed to Maria's.
She was wearing her thin cotton robe when she opened the door. I unfastened the belt as we kissed; then she was wearing much less.
I pressed against her breasts as she kissed me, undressing me in haste. Soon we stood naked in the hallway. She rubbed my cock against her pussy urgently.
We didn't make it to the bedroom. She pushed me down to the ground. Before she could lower herself onto me, I sat up and buried my face in her crotch. I worked my mouth around, chewing gently on her labia. She moaned at I slid my tongue into her. As I stroked her, I massaged her ass with both hands. She took her breasts, squeezed them, and tugged on her nipples. She was so wet she dripped onto me as she sighed.
She did push me back then. Sliding herself onto me, she sat upright and held my hands to her breasts. She rocked on me, her face and breasts moist with perspiration, her eyes closed. I twisted her nipples the way I had seen her pull them. A sound started, deep in her throat. I thought I was hurting her, but then I realized that she was going to come.
I bent my back forwards and grabbed her breast in my mouth. Hands behind her back, I pulled her to me and sucked hard. As she came, she thrust against me vigorously. I caught my breath as I fell into the chasm, my cock quivering within her as I kept sucking, keeping her high on pleasure.
She lay on top of me when we were done; at least, when I was, because she used my waning hardness to trigger another enthusiastic climax.
When I told her about Glen and the panties, Maria laughed uncontrollably for minutes, continuing to chuckle at intervals.
Later, much later, we showered, and I left in the late afternoon with three suitcases and a garment bag which Maria had already prepared.
Life is interesting at home and work. I'm living with Maria all but officially. I keep the apartment and answering machine to disguise the fact at the office - and also because I'm not yet convinced that Maria won't need her freedom when the divorce is through.
At work, it appears that Glen's invulnerability has left him. He acquired the nickname "panty man". He has become the butt of office jokes (that's one of them, of course). For most people, that wouldn't be a problem. In Glen's case, once you stop taking him seriously, you realize there's nothing left. I don't think he will stay much longer, and Jesse has been suggesting that I might replace him; perhaps even before he leaves. Apparently Stacy Levitz's business was more significant than I had realized, and I impressed her.
If Maria and I stay together, I don't think I'll want the job; there will be too much speculation for me to be successful. On the other hand, if we stay together, we can afford for me to take some time to get into a new career.
Until these things work out, Maria and I are not even attempting to understand how much of our attraction for each other is genuine, and how much still a form of retaliation. With each day, we seem to become more confident that this is the real thing, but who knows?
If this is revenge, it has never tasted so sweet.