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When we first married I worked nights and went to school in the daytime. Dawn sold sportswear for one of the big manufacturers in the garment center. Except for weekends, lunch was the only time we saw each other. On our first month anniversary, I arrived twenty minutes early to our favorite restaurant on Seventh Avenue and 37th St. I sat at the end of the counter reading John Grisham's `The Firm' when I heard someone mention Dawn Parker, my wife's maiden name. There were three men sitting at a table near the counter. I quit reading.

One man said, "I'm telling you Dawn got married a month ago."

"She couldn't have," the second man said. "She's still working for that asshole Jerry. I know because I fucked her last night in the hotel suite he keeps for parties. He was throwing a party for his new fall line. Dawn greeted me at the door wearing a garter belt and stockings. I followed her into the bedroom and fucked her before I even said hello to anyone else at the party. I know I wasn't the first, either. Then I fucked her again before I left. Unfortunately, four of five other guys had screwed her by then and I could hardly feel her.

The third man spoke up, "Maybe her husband doesn't know what she does."

The first man spoke again, "Everybody knows what she does. Lots of girls screw here to get ahead, but Dawn's in a class by herself."

The second man replied, "Listen Nick, I don't see how he wouldn't know. She was still there when I left at nine-thirty last night. You know Jerry's parties last until about ten. She works almost all of them. How would she explain working both night and day to her husband?"

Nick admitted he had no answer for that. "Are you sure she's married, Allen?" he asked the first man.

"I was going to tell you where I heard it when Mark interrupted to tell us he banged her last night."

"Twice," Mark said.

"Right, twice," said Allen. "Anyway, my cousin, Lorraine, works for the company in the office next to Jerry's, so she got to know Dawn just by riding the elevator with her and seeing her in the hall. About a month ago Dawn showed her an engagement ring and told her she was getting married during her vacation. Lorraine's face must have shown her confusion because Dawn asked her what was wrong. Lorraine blushed when she told Dawn that other women had warned her about Dawn's boss; warned that every woman that worked for him screwed his clients. Dawn readily admitted that was so, and said she didn't expect anything to change when she got married.

"Didn't expect anything to change? Is she serious? " Nick said.

"Evidently," said Mark smiling. "She left me real satisfied."

"I think I'll stop by and see Jerry," said Nick. "We haven't bought anything from Jerry yet and I haven't had Dawn in a while. Now that she's married, it seems more exciting."

"Precisely what I was thinking," agreed Allen.

I didn't much care for these three guys but the thought of my wife screwing around excited me. The first thing I noticed about her when we met was that she was easy -- ridiculously easy. I never liked playing games, so for me this was a plus not a minus. I looked at my watch and realized it was almost time for Dawn to show up. This could be extremely embarrassing to her if she introduced the three men to me. It was time to change restaurants.

I had been outside exactly three minutes when she turned the corner. Her short dark hair framed her face like an angel. The wind caught her light summer skirt and gave it a cute flip. She looked like a sweet newcomer to the city, not a woman who screwed her boss's customers for a profit. "Hi, honey," she said, "is it crowded inside?"

More than you could guess, I thought, but said, "Very. Let's find somewhere new." She looked at me a little strangely but nodded her head. Looking at her, I thought, "Gosh, she's beautiful. I don't care what she does as long as she doesn't leave me."

We went to a little restaurant on West 38th Street and ordered. I had a bottle of Budweiser with the roast beef. "What's the matter," Dawn said.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"Don't tell me that. First we change restaurants and now you start out lunch with a beer. You almost never drink. There's something wrong."

I looked directly at her speaking. "I was reading while waiting inside for you, just like normal," I said. "Like normal until I heard a man mention Dawn Parker. I naturally started listening. He was telling two other guys that you got married about a month ago. They couldn't believe it. One of them said they fucked you twice last night while you were at the party."

Dawn didn't blush. She only looked at me and said, "You knew I had to work last night."

"I knew you had to work. I didn't know you were screwing guys at parties while you were working."

She let out a sigh and looked at the silverware. "Are you going to leave me?"

I shook my head. "No," I whispered. "I don't know how to explain this, but I wasn't angry when I heard them talking. I was strangely excited. I felt like I was kicked in the stomach but I was strangely excited.

I had to stop talking while the waitress brought our lunch. We ate in silence for a few minutes. I glanced at her. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone. Her cleavage looked incredibly inviting. I thought of the sexy skirt she had on. It wasn't terribly short, but it swayed with her body when she walked. I wanted to take her home and make love to her right then. I didn't want to just fuck her like those men did. I wanted to make slow passionate love to her. She asked me what I was thinking. I told her.

"Let's go," she said, "I can take the afternoon off if you an cut your classes. Lunch is on me." I nodded. She tossed twenty dollars on the table and we left. In the cab on the way uptown, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. She never touched my cock, but her hands felt like fire as she unbuttoned my shirt and lightly felt my chest. Five minutes later we were at our apartment. I chased her up two flights of stairs to our door and kissed her hungrily as I inserted the key in the door. We were in the bedroom by the time the door slammed shut.

I stopped to admire her lingerie as she undressed. I remembered the first night I met her. Her lingerie had inflamed my passion then. It did the same now. She wore basic black, but nothing looked basic on her. Her firm breast were covered but visible through her flimsy bra. Tantalizing dark pubic hair showed through her whispy panties and her lace garter belt held up her stockings. She looked like a goddess with love on her mind. She was a goddess with lust on her mind.

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Without taking my eyes off her, I tossed my jacket on the floor and kicked off my shoes. She moved towards me as I unbuttoned my shirt; rather as I tried to unbutton my shirt. My fingers responded like I was wearing gloves. Dawn's hands replaced mine and the shirt was off. Fortunately, my fingers recovered and her bra joined my shirt. I did manage to unhook my belt and get my pants off without any help. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Although she's almost my height and weighs about 110, she seemed so little, so small, so much like a girl as I held her that I felt incredibly strong; almost barbaric. I tossed her on the bed and crawled between her legs to taste her pussy. "No, fuck me first," she said. "I want to feel you inside of me." I pulled her soaked panties aside and entered her in one quick motion. Her only response was a long moan as I sank to the balls in her. I felt her silky legs around my waist as I began to pump her. I knew I was so hot that I wouldn't last long, but I didn't care because I also knew I would get hard again very fast. I did better than I expected. Her moans gave way to shrieks as I picked up my tempo and slammed into her. She came seconds before I did. Her hot body felt incredibly alive as I emptied myself inside her. Her lips felt like fire as she kissed me.

As I said, I did better than expected. I didn't even get soft. I slowed down to let her recover and then started again. Her answer was a beautiful smile. I smiled back and kept thrusting. This time her legs didn't wrap around me. She just kept them spread wide as I pounded into her. I could feel her hard nipples pointing into my chest when I lowered myself onto her. They served to make me even hotter. I kept looking into her eyes. I knew part of the reason I was so hot was because I was thinking of her fucking that man at the restaurant. I had to be better than he was. Thinking of her with another man was a mistake. That sent me over the edge. I came for the second time and this time I didn't stay hard. My cock shriveled as soon as I finished. I slid out of her and collapsed beside her on the bed.

"You were competing, weren't you?" Dawn whispered.

"How can she read me so well?" I wondered. I swallowed before answering. "Yes, I was thinking about you and that man, Mark I think his name was, at the restaurant. I couldn't get him out of my mind."

"It excited you. I know it did. I knew the minute you thought of him. It was after you came the first time, after you started fucking me again. I saw you look directly into my eyes and start pounding hard into me. I knew right then you were thinking of me with other men."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Why should I say anything? I was enjoying the feeling of your thrusting. Besides, what was I supposed to say? `Quit thinking about the guy who fucked me last night?' This is something we have to work out. I know it excites you right now and I'm glad it does. But I also know the excitement might not last. I'd rather work it out right now, in bed. As you can tell, I'm confident of my ability in bed"

I almost made a stupid comment about practice making perfect, but I saved myself that embarrassment. I nodded and turned towards her. Her tiny black panties had slid back into place. The garter belt and stockings she still wore framed her bikini covered pussy. Just looking at her beautiful body as she lay beside me on the bed guaranteed that I would accept whatever she said. I didn't care what she said. I couldn't bear the thought of her not being here.

She took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "When Sally and Mike introduced us four months ago, I liked you immensely. By the next day I knew I was going to marry you. You were the most fascinating man I had ever met. This is probably hard to believe but I don't normally go to bed with men on the first date. I do for business, but not when I meet someone. I wasn't looking for great sex. I can get that anywhere. I didn't even realize I was looking for a partner; someone I could share my life with. I didn't go to bed with you because I couldn't resist you. I went to bed because I didn't want the night to end. I wanted to wake up next to you in the morning and spend the day with you. And we did spend the day together. Everything worked out just like I hoped."

I guess my disappointment was obvious. "I thought you stayed with me because you found me irresistible."

"I did find you irresistible. Weren't you listening to me? I couldn't bear the thought of being away from you. I know I rushed you into marriage, but that's because I was afraid you would find out what I did for a living and just leave. At least now that we're married, you're listening to me."

I swallowed again. "Okay, I'm listening. Why do you have this particular job? Isn't there anything else you can do to earn a living?"

"Not this good a living. I make a lot of money. Mom and I were poor when I was young and I hated that. I made up my mind that I would never be poor. No matter what I had to do, I would not be poor. Before I met you, what I did never mattered, and I discovered early on that I liked sex. I like the work. I'm sorry, but I really like fucking guys. I feel very powerful when they buy my company's products because they took me to bed. Jerry told me some guys wanted my home phone number because I was good. Naturally, I didn't give it out."

"How did he feel about you getting married?" I asked.

"I didn't tell him until after we did it. I went in and showed him my wedding ring. I thought he was going to have a heart attack, but I told him to relax. I wasn't going anywhere. He didn't believe me until I hopped on my desk and let him fuck me right there."

"You fucked him your first day back to work?"

"At 9:06. I'm sorry, I had to keep my job. This way he knew I was for real. If I let him have me then he could trust me with his clients."

"What do you mean, `If I let him have me?' Doesn't he screw you a lot?"

"No. I don't like Jerry and he knows it. The only other time he ever fucked me was when he hired me. Since then his customers have had me; they've had me a lot, but not him. So I went back to work right away and I've been working parties two or three nights a week." She had started to let her hand drift towards my cock and balls as she talked. Her touch ignited me. By the end of her explanation, I was hard again. She smiled and climbed on top, leaning forward to brush her tits against my chest. Her nipples were still hard and their touch turned my cock into iron. She lowered herself in one stroke. Her smile was pure contentment.

I felt her pussy walls constricting against my cock, massaging and pleasuring it. It was almost like her cunt was kissing my cock from the base to the head and back again. No one, not even her, had ever done this before. I couldn't believe my response. I came within seconds. Now her smile had changed. She was still smiling, but I knew it was because she was so pleased with herself. "I'm the best that any man has ever had," she said. I nodded. There was no doubt in my mind that she was right.

There was no longer any doubt in my mind about anything. I knew she would continue to work and I would continue to worship her. That was six months ago and it is more true today than then. I'm almost through college now, but I'm going to get a job here in New York when I graduate. There's no way Dawn is going to leave her job and there's no way I could live without her. I don't meet her for lunch anymore, but I think about her all day. Sometimes it's hard working at night while thinking of strangers fucking her in hotel rooms. When I get home she's always sleeping. She looks like an angel when she's sleeping -- looks like an angel and fucks like a dream.