All the Time (5 page)

Conrad would have a fit if Reggy caused much
more trouble. Conrad was not into cranky, childish brides, no
matter whether they were a man or a woman. Lainie knew Conrad was
getting tired of Reggy's tantrums. Even the fact Reggy was the best
Catering Sales Manager in the state wasn't going help Reg if Conrad
got fed up with the constant histrionics.

Lainie checked her watch and realized it was
time for Reggy to make his regular morning phone call to Clint.
These morning phone calls had become quite entertaining and Lainie
got a sexual thrill out of watching Reggy play with himself while
he mumbled to Clint.

In his office, Reggy flopped into his desk
chair and picked up the phone and Lainie took a deep shuddering
breath. She was dreadfully disappointed when he picked up a pen and
began making notes. As industriously as he was writing, it could
only mean one thing. More work.

Lainie found a few things to handle on her
desk and was taking care of them when her boss’s phone rang and
this time it didn’t take long to figure out who was on the other
end of the line. The missing Clint. Thank heavens.

When Reggy grabbed a handful of tissues and
turned his chair so the back faced her, Lainie put her pen down and
didn’t bother to pretend she was busy.

Reggy’s hand dropped to his lap and his head
fell back against his chair.

On the edge of her own seat, Lainie held her
breath and waited.

Before long the action of his hand and arm
made it obvious Reggy was giving himself a hand-job.

She shouldn’t be watching, but it was hard
not to. There was something mesmerizing about watching a man–any
man–use his own hand for satisfaction. She loved to watch Mike
stroke his cock until the pearl drops of pre-come gathered.
Usually, once the drops formed, she couldn’t wait any longer and
she would either insist he mount her or let her give him head.

If she had a cock, she’d make sure to enjoy
some good head once in awhile. It had to feel fabulous to have a
hot mouth wrapped around one's penis. It was wonderful to give
head; it had to be mind-blowing to be on the receiving end of the
fun.

Lainie contemplated walking in on Reggy and
giving him the fright of his life. No, she liked her job and wanted
to keep it. No sense putting her job in jeopardy for a cheap
thrill. Despite Conrad's tough words, he'd never let Reggy leave.
Conrad knew Reggy did his job to perfection. He would stay temper
tantrums and all. The hotel would never be able to replace him.

Lainie’s line rang and took her mind off what
was happening on the other side of the glass wall.

“Hi, baby. Everything going okay?” her
husband’s velvet voice crossed the wire and heat rushed through her
vagina. Her internal muscles clenched at the croon of his voice and
she wished with all her heart he was here instead of so far
away.

“Mike, darling, I was just thinking about
you,” Lainie cooed. “Where are you? Is everything all right? You
just dropped me off not fifteen minutes ago. Are you okay? You
haven’t had an accident have you?” She shouldn’t panic, but she
loved him so much. Any time he called this early in the morning she
went a little crazy.

“Everything is fine, worrywart. I called
because I wanted to hear your sexy voice one more time before I
walked into work.”

“Oh, Mike.” She sighed. “I wished I was
sitting in the car with you. You know what I’d do if I was there,
don’t you, darling?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Ignoring his soft jest, she continued to
torment him verbally. “I’d kneel at your feet, wrap my tongue
around your cock and slowly close my lips around you. I’d cup your
balls and squeeze gently, sucking,” her voice lowered to a whisper.
“And, I’d make you beg for mercy.”

“Jeez, Lainie. Thanks a lot. I thought my
cock was dead, but I was wrong. I’m so fuckin’ hard I'm going to be
stuck in the car even longer. Why are you such a devil?” Mike
groaned.

His question brought a grin to her lips. She
got sexually aroused torturing her husband.

“Can’t you be a good girl for a change?”

She laughed. “No freakin’ way, Mike.”

Mike laughed with her. “Well, will you at
least try?”

“Um...maybe. But, you'll have to beg.”

“Thanks, I think. Oh, by the way, Lainie try
not to show off your breasts to everyone in sight. I saw the way
your sweater didn’t quite cover your cleavage this morning. If you
lean over too much, you’ll be giving everyone not only a view of
breasts, but your shoes too.”

“Mike, you know I dressed this way for you.
You were so fussed up this morning I didn’t think you noticed or
cared.”

“Fussed up? No way, baby. My cock hurt, but
I’m feeling better now. I should be fine by tonight,” he
promised.

“I’m so glad, because I need you, Mike.”

“I need you too, sweetheart. Be patient. The
day will go fast. Remember to keep your breasts covered. Oh,
speaking of your lovely beauties, how did good ol’ Reggy react to
your outfit when he saw you this morning?”

Lainie gave a derisive laugh and turned to
look through the glass wall. “Not well. He was pretty pissed at me.
I’m not worried or anything, because as we speak, he’s on the phone
with Clint and by the time Clint is done with him, dear Reggy will
be in a much better mood.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Well, let’s see. He was staring at my tits
again this morning and ogling my ass. Now, it looks like he’s in
his office beating his meat to the sound of his lover’s voice. A
good hard climax will probably make him feel a whole lot
nicer.”

“Lainie, you’ve got to quit giving the
bastard such a hard time.”

“Yeah, I know, but he’s so easy to upset. I
can’t help myself. Besides, it’s not my fault the little rodent is
a T & A man and won’t admit it. He's also afraid to admit he's
bi.”

"Just do us all a favor and behave
yourself."

"Hell. Okay, I'll try."

Reggy looked over his shoulder at Lainie
almost as though he could hear her talking about him. Feeling
particularly wicked, she took a deep breath and her breasts rose
majestically over the low-cut neckline of her sweater.

Reggy’s eyes bulged and his arm moved
faster.

Lainie wiggled her fingers at him and laughed
when he blanched and quickly turned away.

“What are you doing now, Lainie?” Mike
queried.

Lainie chuckled. “Nothing. It’s just Reggy’s
boyfriend is out looking for wedding invitations and Reggy can't
stand it when Clint does wedding stuff without him. Reggy wants to
be totally in charge. What do you think, Mike? Should I put the
poor little numb-nuts out of his misery?”

Mike gasped. “No fuckin’ way, Elaina Marie. I
don’t think Reggy could handle sex with a woman like you. It would
probably give him a heart attack. Behave, like a good girl. I’ll
call you at lunch time."

“Bye, honey. Love you,” she said with a sigh.
As always, after hearing Mike’s voice, Lainie’s body ached with
longing. She was hot and wet. She wanted her man high and hard
inside her. She snuck a peek at Reggy. His hands were still busy
under the cover of his desk.

When Reggy began to shake from head to toe,
Lainie made a face and lost interest. She straightened her desk,
pulled out the Langston wedding proposal, spread the paperwork
across her desk in an orderly manner and began entering all the
data into her computer.

Her fingers slowed and stumbled when a stray
thought of Mike rambled through her head. If only he were here. She
wanted him so bad she would have eagerly thrown him over her desk
and sucked him dry or fucked him silly or better yet, she’d do
both. Giving him all she had until he whimpered for mercy.

If only she had a penis, there would be no
holding back. She would share it all the time.

* * * *

Mike sat in his BMW long after he closed his
cell phone. Even though he'd made love to Lainie four times this
morning, his erection wilted slowly once he hung up. He put his
head back and closed his eyes. God, he loved Lainie. If only he
could satisfy her. She hungered for something he couldn’t seem to
give her. No matter how much he loved her it never seemed to be
enough. More than once, Mike had heard her mumble something about
having her own penis. Wishful thinking, he knew, but if he could,
he would give her everything her heart desired. Even a penis.

Mike checked his watch and realized he was
late. He wasn't surprised, because he’d spent a lot of time trying
to satisfy his wife this morning. Being late was not a big thing,
because he didn’t have to punch a time clock. Nonetheless, he hated
setting a bad example for his employees. There were people relying
on him and as a regional vice president of a multi-national
insurance company, he had to be reliable.

Mike stepped out of the car and straightened
his suit jacket before grabbing his briefcase from the backseat. He
used the remote to lock the elegant black car and strolled into the
building where a security guard greeted him with an exuberant
“Mornin’ Mr. Sneider. Great day isn’t it?”

Mike acknowledged it was, indeed, a great
day. His early morning romp with Lainie had started the day off
with a bang. If only she could be satisfied with making love once
or twice a day, things would be more than perfect. His cock gave a
twinge. A simple reminder he’d had more than enough fun for one
twenty-four hour period.

The elevator whisked him to the fifth floor,
hardly giving Mike time to mull over his problem. There didn’t seem
to be any satisfactory conclusion. It looked as if he’d be
servicing his randy bride four and five times a day until he died
of exhaustion.

Unless he was willing to give her permission
to seek satisfaction elsewhere, he was going to have to get used to
the ache in his cock. Of course, if he did give her the freedom to
sleep around he’d be able to get some rest once in awhile.

No freakin’ way. Lainie was his and his
alone. There had to be some sort of solution to his problem. Mike
was still pondering his dilemma when he stepped off the
elevator.

“Good morning, Mr. Sneider,” Mike’s
secretary, Rita, greeted him. "Isn't it a gorgeous day?"

“Mmm, it certainly is. You sure seem chipper
this morning." He took the sheaf of papers she held out to him. A
quick look showed it was the work he’d given her the previous
evening; letters to the district managers notifying them of
compensation changes. The managers weren’t going to be happy with
the changes. Tough shit! The higher ups had spoken, and Mike was
simply passing on the message. There was nothing that pissed Mike
off more than the constant lies from the general managers about
missing messages. He planned to have Rita send these letters by
certified mail. This time there would be none of the usual ‘haven’t
seen it, Mr. Sneider’ crap they tried to hand him all the time.

Mike waved the letters at Rita, “Thanks, I’ll
have them signed and ready for the mail in a few minutes. Can you
get them down to the mail room as soon as I have them ready?”

Rita smiled, “Absolutely, Mr. Sneider.”

* * * *

Damn the man. Rita sighed. Other than his
frequent mention of what a good job she did, she wasn’t even sure
he noticed her.

Why did Mike Sneider have to be married? She
would have given anything to be the woman in his life; the one he
made love to every night. It was useless to admit anything besides
the truth; she craved her handsome, unattainable boss like a
chocoholic craved Godiva chocolates. Even the simplest
conversations with him aroused her.

Too bad, he was totally in love with his
wife; he never noticed how flustered Rita became when he was
around.

Rita tried not to think about Lainie. The
mention of her name made her think of hot sex and Mike Sneider. The
man had to be an absolute pro in the bedroom. He had the body of a
toned athlete. When it came to crotch-watching her boss, she had no
shame. It was obvious he was well endowed because even when he
wasn't aroused there was quite a large bulge behind the zipper of
his well-tailored slacks.

She was going to have to stop staring at his
penis. She also had better learn to control her libido around him.
The last thing she needed was to lose her job. She had to stop
wanting him. She had to quit, but like a smoker, she couldn’t.

Mike was a gorgeous, sweet, all around great
guy and he was unavailable.

He was shuffling through his mail and had his
back turned giving Rita a good view of his broad shoulders and long
legs. Every morning when his suit coat came off, his slacks showed
off his tight, muscular ass.

Her face grew hot and her breasts swelled and
ached for his touch. Her cunt was liquid with desire.

God. She wanted him.

Rita didn’t have to guess about Mike’s
masculinity, because every day she sat near the windows in the
cafeteria and watched him set out for a jog. He ran each day at the
same time, so she took her lunch downstairs and watched and
waited.

It was always worth the wait. He would leave
the building at a slow lope wearing black sateen jogging shorts and
a white, loose-weave tank-top. If she was lucky, the top would slip
to the side giving her a glimpse of a dark male nipple and golden
chest hair.

What a view. It was enough to set any woman’s
body on fire.

Rita shook herself mentally. She had to stop
thinking about Mike in his revealing jogging outfit. It was getting
late while she wasted time wishing for the unattainable.

Rita sighed. Why did he have to be so
handsome and so married? Mike Sneider was the type of man she’d
been searching for since she was a kid.

She had absolutely no chance of gaining
Mike’s interest. The man was wild about his wife. More than once,
Rita had heard him on the phone with Lainie and his side of the
conversations made it clear how much he loved her, and why wouldn’t
he? She was gorgeous.