Whose cheating?
Amanda Truscott knew her husband Russell Treloar was a strayer: always had been, always would be.
So she set up the fucks. At least she knew who he was screwing, and she always selected shallow tarts just looking for a few thrills from a sugar daddy, get the gifts and move on.
Russell liked being a free agent and kept Amanda satisfied, too. That was until he overstepped their agreed-upon line —as men always do — with his new secretary, Caroline.
Only when Amanda hired a male playboy and let Russell catch the tart Carol out did she seemingly break the young woman's hold over him.
However, it was time to teach her hubby a sex lesson.
Amanda's new office secretary, Eve, was actually very hot.
A blonde —a few brunette roots starting to show — but a blonde for all intents and purposes.
With a devastatingly sexy fringe, large eyes, and fantastic boobs. Obviously, a quality job, and the golden ratio apparently with the face and, just as importantly, if it was applied to the buttocks — butt perfection. A waist-to-hip relationship that complimented a stunning derriere.
Plus, the aesthetics of melon breasts mirroring peachy bum hemispheres. Throw in stockings, heels and long legs, = Wow.
It had been a long while since Amanda had looked at a woman and had strange sexual feelings. It was back in her college sexual confusion orientation stage of life.
Mandy had previously set up the usual accommodating bitches on heat for Russell very quickly.
She ran her own employment agency and picked the shiny, vacuous tarts exuding sexual need. The ones who would get their dresses hitched and be dogged across the boss's desk. Then, get tired of Russell's huffing and sweaty puffing and move on.
Screw Caroline —who had actually liked him— that was a wife's prerogative to attach to sex: believed Amanda.
Eve, however, was an intriguing treat.
After three working weeks, it took all of Amanda's skills and intuition to eventually realise — that Eve was an Adam.
She/he — Mandy knew it was politically correct to use feminine pronouns in the special interview they were now having, but hesitated… as…Ms didn't cover it either.
Eve had obviously had transgender voice training lessons.
She was more than passable as a lady in broad daylight, doubly scarily so for any guy in a dark club. Mandy got comfortable with Eve — as a she —the more they talked.
She explained how she would reward the tranny for surprising Russell with a cock under a dress as Mandy finally mastered tranny etiquette and got Adam's background before he became Eve, courtesy of some fantastic body sculpturing in Thailand.
Eve was open and happy to share everything Mandy wanted to know.
Eve West was actually enjoying the interest of an older woman someone outside her usual bi range of experiences.
And yes, she had her balls. She loved her cock being sucked off. Eve loved drilling her cock into the arse — male or female —and jacking off hard while a cock or vibrator filled and satisfied her own arsehole.
As Mandy outlined the plan for Russell's surprise, Adam/Eve knew Mandy was deeply into this strange, thrilling prospect.
Eve had that extra slutiness; it was clear to see in the way she readily agreed to surprise Russell.
Mandy explained that he wouldn't look beyond Eve's outstanding rack and fetching arse. Then, let the fun begin when he had his pants down.
Ms Truscott was barely able to hide her interest in the T-girl minx, a sexual practitioner who was unashamedly outlining experiences that boggled Mandy for Eve's twenty –three years of age.
For the first time in her life, Amanda actually imagined herself in a threesome: Russell, herself and Eve, but held her professional manner to finish the interview and send Eve off to work.
But more importantly, to enjoy the feedback when Russell's dick met a cock.
Amanda had had a frickin busy day and was glad when five o'clock Friday finally came around. She was looking forward to a night out with her girlfriend Sarah.
The male manpower strippers were in town; their class act was on their agenda.
Then her phone rang. Sarah had gastro and wasn't coming.
Mandy wondered what she could do Friday night alone.
Screw Russell, he would have talked Eve into immediate overtime to hump her after everyone else left the office.
Still an embarrassed Russell later tonight —she could wait.
Amanda couldn't wait —she wanted to catch Russell with his pants down with another cock flopping around.
Surely he would high-tail it with embarrassment?
In his office, Russell was watching the clock a lot. He couldn't wait for six o'clock. He needed action now. The new secretary his wife had sent around had instantly aroused his base male instincts to dog her— straight up the arse.
After an unexpected phone call, she could wait till Monday.
Caroline had called all contrite, and he loved her sweet wet enveloping coochie.
He'd test out Eve's arse on Monday —call it overtime.
Russell slipped out the back way.
Eve stayed working late, expecting a call into Russell's office; that never came.
Amanda arrived after six, and Eve was still filing but waiting for Russell.
The exasperated wife barged straight into her husband's empty office.
She checked his emails and opened his computer with the suspicious password — Caroline.
She was sobbing as Eve came in to see what had caused the tears.
"Oh, the cheating…cheating bastard," she said, howling on Eve's shoulder.
She needed comfort.
No — she needed sex.
Then Amanda kissed Eve, and the transgender lass responded.
"I can cheat too," said Ms Truscott as she dropped Eve's dress to her waist and unclipped her bra.
"My you have beautiful titties. Russell fuckin doesn't deserve them!"
The scorned wife had a titty feast.
And trannies love their titties and nipples getting kissed, tweaked, licked and sucked — that's why they invest so much in them.
For a first-timer nibbling and rubbing and fondling tits, Amanda wasn't embarrassed.
It was like Adam wasn't a girl, but equally, Eve wasn't a total boy.
So hell, she could cheat without feeling guilty.
Oh, the bulge, the beautiful cock defining swelling in Eve's tight little pantie —held Amanda's gaze.
Knickers shaping but still holding and hiding.
Waiting for her to reveal all.
Amanda teased her open hand over the pecker-stretched black fabric, so sheer. The cock underneath; so hard.
Ms Truscott peeled Eve's panties to one side —slowly. Then she took in the mass of shaved man flesh as it popped free.
There was only one thing to do with it —suck it off —suck it off really hard and good.
Eve groaned like a man, her voice training giving way under copious sexual pleasure.
"Orrgh! Orrgh!"
There were two cock lovers.
Amanda explored her newfound sexuality, and Eve just enjoyed a suck-off. It didn't really matter who stuffed her cock in their mouth as long as it occurred frequently.
Eve appreciated Amanda's experience; it upped the pleasure stakes very nicely.
Amanda looked up at her satisfied secretary.
Yes, she had made that decision —screw Russell —though she imagined just for a moment —Eve rogering her wayward husband.
It was a deliciously filthy thought.
"I know you need my arse, honey, but could you deviate to my needy coochie first," implored a still-red but doe-eyed Amanda.
Eve was accommodating on any preliminary cock hole as long as an arse was somewhere on the agenda. She was happy to oblige because her dick was getting the tightness very soon.
Amanda was lying back over Russell's desk —fuck his projects, which were sent scattering across the floor.
Her dress was hitched up, her panties yanked to the side, and her hairy beaver seemingly mismatched to Eve's shaved perfection.
But the bump and grind got them both hot for more. Eve was gentle and considerate in Amanda's fuck hole.
She wanted the wife to beg for genuine hardness —you know where.
"Oh, you arsehole…stuff my arse now," Amanda finally demanded.
Well, Eve was on home territory as it were —the desired familiar —her — Eden
Her fingers delved dirtily and expertly where they built shards of pleasure.
The wife cooed, " Mmm, mmm, that is frickin nice! Mmm, mmm."
Amanda didn't know her own arse was such a pleasure playground.
Russell, she realised, had no idea what to do in her back crack except enjoy himself in her discomfort.
Nice — thought Eve— Nice did not equate with the Devil's playground!
Well, she could be nice to start!
Still, Eve was good —bloody arse delight good: crooking, stuffing, and slowly gaping with her fingers, one, then two and funnelling wads of spit into her relaxing puckered hole.
She even commented sweetly on the three cute little freckles randomly scattered around Amanda's pink, crumpled, indented starfish.
Oh, Amanda needed cock, alright.
She wanted cock now, where it was tightest —where she had never ever actually enjoyed cock with Russell —though he did demand it occasionally.
But she already knew: Eve's pecker and her arse were in for a dual treat.
Waves of intense sexual satisfaction seeped through two beings from the sensitive joining of cock and butthole.
"Ugh! Ooh, yeah! That is divine! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Eve said, "The best butt fucking position is missionary. The gape and relaxation are better, and the pleasure is insanely intense."
Russell and butt fucking from behind were erased from her memory. Spread with her second opening between her raised legs…Amanda savoured the true bliss of arsehole satisfaction.
"Raah! Aah! Raah, aah! Oh my goodness! Raah! Aah! Aah!"
"Enough of the nice, Darling! You need this. Let me adjust you!"
And Eve threw Amanad's legs over her shoulders and pummel buggered the wife!
Banged her bum with a series of ploughing, plunging punches!
Wedged schlong in her tushie tighter than an anti-theft screw on a one-way mission.
Engaged in backdoor hustle and boogie! Rocked her buttocks!
Buried a bone in her shute! Barrelled her patootie. Did the rumba and cha-cha in her date locker!
"Auughh! Oof! Ugh! Auugghh!"
Of course, Eve wanted to cream Amanda's tight arse, and it made for a beautiful sight.
But for Russell returning to collect a file before meeting Caroline, he had a different perspective on the situation: which started with: "HOLY CRAP — Eve is a TRANNY," — rather than taking umbrage at cum oozing out of his wife's spread crack!
Well, Russell didn't get the shemale today! Who knew about tomoorow!
Amanda kept her — new — secretary's cock handy in her own workspace.
Amanda Truscott and Russell Treloar came to one of those middle-aged sexual understandings.
We are both cheaters — but we can live with that.
When Sarah visited Amanda's agency on business a couple of weeks later, she said:
"Really sweetie, a sexy girl as your secretary —cheat more on Russell —get a male secretary —they are the current power woman's plaything."
Amanda just softly smirked and thought — No honey — A shemale is a woman's BEST plaything.