The computer screen was covered in colored lines showing the interconnections of circuit components. DO7 on the microcontroller to DI5 on the motor controller. I had been staring at the same line for ten minutes. It should have only taken a couple of seconds. I shifted my legs a little. Ouch, my balls were still pretty tender after that beating. Thinking back on the whole experience, I started to get hard.
I had never experienced anything like that before. I felt like I wanted to surrender myself up to her. Let her do it to me. My reflex was to close my legs tight, but I forced myself to spread my legs open, giving her full access, as she raged on my balls. Well, at least for as long as I could stand it. When she spit in my face, maybe I should have been disgusted, but it really turned me on. DO7 to DI5.
Someone came over. I looked up. It was Tiffany. Damn, I had a full-blown hard-on. That is a bad thing about khakis. You can’t hide anything.
“Hey Steve, I’m having trouble mating a couple of these faces, can you help me, please?” she said.
Was she staring at my crotch with those big blue eyes? Oh, my God!
“Sure, I can help. Show me what you have going on,” I replied.
I awkwardly shifted my pants around to conceal my hard-on and walked over to her workstation.
“See, I’m trying to mate these two parts right here,” she said. The screen showed a complex 3D mechanism displayed on a solid model computer drafting program. She tried clicking on a couple of surfaces of the object but it wouldn’t accept the mate. Hmm, not sure about this. I leaned over her. Mmm, she smelled good. Was that perfume or shampoo? I happened to glance down as I leaned over her shoulder. Jesus, I could see her nipples. Okay, focus!
“Um, is it okay if I take the mouse?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied.
“Okay, this will require an advanced mate, you may not have used these before,” I explained. “You have to click this to open up the sub-menu, then click here and here, there you go.” I finished and the two parts moved into position.
She leaned in and her breasts brushed against my arm.
She put those sweet lips next to my ear and whispered so that no one else in the office could hear, “Did you have fun last night? I sure did!”
I felt her tongue dart into my ear for just an instant. My heart, which had been racing, felt like it stopped completely for a second. Sarah’s behavior had nearly made me forget what Tiffany and I had done last night.
“I think maybe Sarah suspects something,” I told her.
Tiffany looked at me seriously, then said, “Take me to lunch.”
“Well, it is a bit early, but I guess we could go now.”
“I know the perfect spot,” Tiffany said. “We need to talk.”
We went over to a little coffee shop that Tiffany liked. They had sandwiches called hoagies. She got a vegetarian hoagie with extra sauce, I got an Italian hoagie, and and we both got ice teas. The booths here were pretty good for privacy because they had very tall backs on them.
After we sat down and had a bite, Tiffany leaned over and said, “Tell me exactly what happened.”
“Last night I came home and right as I was going to take a shower Tiffany met me in the hall. She was very aggressive and wanted to have sex. She started by sucking my cock.”
“So she sucked your cock last night? Before you took a shower?”
“Yes, then she took me into the bedroom and really fucked me hard. I didn’t think I was going to cum but then she…” I hesitated. “She made me come.”
“She made you come again.”
“Yes.”
“So after I made you come three times you went home and fucked your wife and came a fourth time.”
Tiffany’s face was getting kind of red and her tone was a bit harsh. I never heard her sound like that before. I wondered if she was getting angry. Maybe she had hit a piece of pepperoncini in her sandwich.
“She started slapping my balls while she was sucking my cock, and I came in her mouth.”
Tiffany got kind of a quizzical look on her face. “Did you like it?” she asked.
“Yes, it really turned me on, but then she did something else,” I pause. I’m not sure I want to talk about it. I have a bite of my sandwich.
“Steve, you trust me right?”
“Yes…I do.”
“You have to tell me what she did.”
I sighed and said, “She spit the cum in my face.”
Tiffany had been taking a drink of tea and it sprayed out onto the table. I got some napkins and helped wipe it up.
“And how did you like that?”
“Actually, I kind of liked it,” I said. “Tiffany, I want to ask you a question. Please give me an honest answer. Do you think I’m gay?”
Tiffany looked like she was about to burst out laughing when she caught herself.
“Steve, I am going to ask you a few questions,” she said. “Try to answer them honestly. First of all, do you like having sex with women?”
“Yes, of course,” I answered.
“Okay, then you definitely are not gay. You could be partly bisexual, most people are.”
She seemed to think for a moment then asked, “Unless you identify as a woman, then I guess you could still be gay. Do you think of yourself as a woman?”
“No, I have always thought of myself as a man.”
“Okay, second question. Do you like having sex with men or would you like to?”
I gave that some thought. I had never had sex with a man. I did like to watch porn with groups of people like orgies. I guess I could probably…Tiffany was staring at me. I was taking too long to answer.
“No,” I said.
“Then you are definitely not gay.”
“Okay, but maybe I’m a cuckoo, or a kobold, or whatever.”
Tiffany looked confused then she asked, “Oh, you mean a cuckold?”
I nodded.
“Well, maybe you could be that. You got turned on when she spit the cum on your face.”
“Uh-huh.”
I had seen some cuckold scenes on porn websites, but mostly they were a guy watching a bunch of other guys fuck his wife, or sometimes a guy licking up a cum shot. Usually, he looked like he didn’t like it. Or he looked like he was gay. I didn’t really like to watch them. It didn’t really look like that much fun.
“Oh, and something else,” I said, “I might be into M&M.”
Tiffany looked confused for a while. Then she said, “You mean S&M.”
“Oh yeah, S&M. I think I might be a sadist.”
“Well, from what you have told me, I am guessing you are more likely to be a masochist.”
“I always get those two mixed up. I think I might be a masochist.”
She looked thoughtfully at me. “Well, I guess we will just have to find out.”
“I have a question for you now.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“Do you think Sarah suspects something?”
“I think we are going to have to find that out too,” Tiffany answered.
