Uncomfortable

Many thanks to Linda62953 for first editing and improving this story.

Immense gratitude to BeautifulStorm, the hardest working editor on this site, who not only applies incredible expertise but also tremendous effort in following through to make sure the story turns out much better than I ever thought it could be.

"Remember Margie, the sexpot I told you about, the one who joined our department?"

"You mean your boss?"

"Not exactly," Bert said. "She reports to my boss, too, but at a higher level, and sometimes I have to work for her on a project.

"She's the one I mean. You know how I've been in lust with her since the day she walked in. Yesterday I found out she's a lesbian."

Winnie could tell from the tone of his voice that this excited Bert even more than imagining having sex with Margie. His comments didn't bother her because when it came to other women, she knew he was all talk and no action.

She had discovered this soon after she was beginning to feel he was the man she wanted to spend her life with. She thought he felt the same way until the night he started talking about one of her girlfriends.

She almost went into shock as he described in lurid detail certain body parts of her friend and what he'd like to do with each one. She was so stunned that she didn't react by slapping him or telling him off. She just found an excuse to leave, went home and cried her eyes out.

She confided in the friend he had drooled over, and that was a mistake, because the friend came on to Bert. He turned her now ex-friend down flat and lectured her on her lack of loyalty.

When she finally accepted a call from Bert, she decided to listen to his apology politely before she told him it was over. Instead of apologizing, he told her how flabbergasted he was by her friend's behavior. Winnie was confused.

"Why didn't you jump her bones right then?" she asked. "She was obviously ready to do all the things you told me you wanted to do with her."

"Don't be crazy!" he said. "That was my testosterone talking. When I'm with you, I feel I can say whatever is on my mind, no matter how stupid. It's like being with the guys. I don't have to worry about what comes out of my mouth. That's one of the reasons I love you.

"Why would I screw around when you are so far above anyone else in looks, brains and everything else. You're everything I want in a woman. I can't help it that sometimes my mouth disconnects from my brain and speaks from my crotch.

"Not to change the subject, but I ran across something today that I thought you might like. I'm in the car on the way over to show it to you. If you don't like it, just exchange it."

It was an engagement ring.

*****************

She managed to calm Bert down a little while they were engaged by telling him that even if he didn't have any inclinations to cheat, just hearing his ravings made her uncomfortable. It got her wondering if she was doing the right thing in marrying him.

She stopped wondering a long time ago. She loved him as much as he loved her, and he was so wonderful in almost every other way that she realized she would have been stupid to dump him over his occasional cave man outbursts.

Since he never talked about his animal lusts except when they were alone, she tried to shut her ears when he'd start one of his depraved streams of consciousness, but they were so primal and brutal that she usually got sucked in. Sometimes she felt so uncomfortable and demeaned that she began crying and ran out of the room. Bert was all apologies and tried hard to control himself for a few weeks.

After a while, she heard familiar themes. One of them was anal sex, which really excited Bert. She had tried it with him a couple of times, but it was extremely uncomfortable for her.

To make up for not giving him her ass, she gave him lots of oral, even though that also turned her off, especially when he came in her mouth. Once she complained, he became careful and rarely had an accident.

Going down on him confirmed to her that his ravings had no connection to dissatisfaction with their sex life. Even though he was getting plenty, oral sex was another of his constant themes,

His biggest turn-on was lesbians. He loved to think about what they did to each other, and sometimes he'd even tell her about what he imagined when he saw two good-looking women talking, even if he didn't know whether they were straight or gay. If he actually came across a certified lesbian, he was in heaven. He imagined her participating in some of the videos he watched on the Internet.

He loved the ones where they were tender and teasing and drove each other to ecstatic multiple orgasms. Even more exciting to him were the ones where one was dominant and her partner was reluctant.

If it got a bit extreme, with some light bondage or fake forced analingus, that was even better. He didn't go for torture, but if the lesbian video included vaginal fisting or, best of all, anal fisting, he was in heaven.

One time, she agreed to watch one of the extreme lesbian videos with him.

"Can't you see the little one is unhappy," she said to Bert. "Look how her makeup is starting to smear. She's crying because it hurts when her friend is fisting her.

"You can tell they stopped the filming and started again right there. Now it's from a different angle, and she's wiped away her tears. Did you see the look on her face when her friend stuck her hand in her ass? She's in agony. Probably, she and her friend desperately needed money -- maybe for drugs. I feel sorry for them."

"But look how they're kissing and hugging at the end," he said. "Maybe it was hard for her, but I don't think her partner would have done it to her if they didn't get off on it."

"I think you're wrong," Winnie said, and that was the last time she watched a video with him. Even though she was disgusted by what he watched, she found a way to use his interest when she was horny.

He worked hard and was often worn out when he came home, but if she suggested he watch some porn on his computer after dinner, he would do anything she wanted in bed because he was so eager to have sex with her.

**************

"Margie asked about you today," he announced one night at dinner.

"Why?"

"Well, I'm working for her for the next few weeks on an important project," he said, "and we had lunch together, so we talked a little about ourselves. I raved about your beauty and your brains.

"She came out and told me about her orientation for the first time. I know you won't believe me, but I didn't bring up sex or ask her anything about being a lesbian. But she went into detail on what she does with her girlfriends and the kinds of girls she likes."

"Are you sure you're not fantasizing?" Winnie asked.

"No! I couldn't make this stuff up."

He told her how Margie thought of herself as a predatory lesbian. Most of all, she liked to seduce straight women. She shared some of the tricks she used to get them. She'd stop at nothing once she'd set her sights on someone. She bragged that she had never failed.

Winnie didn't stop him as he told her how it turned Margie on to dominate and humiliate her girlfriends by making them submit to some of the same extreme things that Bert liked to watch online.

"Wow!" Winnie exclaimed once he was done. "She sounds like a monster. I'll bet she noticed that you were eating up every word."

"I'm going up to bed," he said. "Are you coming?"

She saw he was so excited, he could barely stand still.

That night, before they had intercourse, she made him do all the things he hated the most, including licking her asshole. This always made him gag, and when she heard him that night, it excited her into multiple orgasms.

Once he entered her, she brought him off quickly by using a trick she had learned. He came almost instantly whenever she put a finger into him and massaged his prostate. She could tell he was frustrated after he came so fast, and it made her feel good. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

The next morning she was in a bad mood and wouldn't tell Bert why. She was ashamed of herself for what she had done to him the night before. She was glad Bert shared everything that happened to him at the office. It wasn't Bert's fault that Margie's bragging had disgusted and angered her. She had no right to punish him for it. The rest of the week she worked hard to make it up to him.

***************

"What were you talking about with Margie?" Bert asked Winnie when they got in the car.

It was a few weeks after the night he told her about Margie's revelations.

"You were at the other end of the table," he said, "and it seemed like the two of you were in a world of your own."

"I didn't say much," Winnie said. "She kept asking me inappropriate questions, but I didn't lose my cool. I gave her short, polite answers.

"You never told me how big she was. I think she's as tall as you are. And what a body! She sure knows how to display it, too! Every guy in the room was sneaking glances at her. I wonder how many of them know which way she goes. I can tell she works out a lot because she's really buff.

"She tried to turn me into her best friend forever the way she was talking to me. Don't ask me for any sex stories. She was smart enough not to bring up stuff like that at a company dinner. But she did seem to take every opportunity to touch me on my hand and arm, and once on my leg."

"Uh-oh!"

Bert's eyebrows shot up as he laughed.

"I hope you aren't her next conquest. I can see myself coming home one night and hearing strange sounds coming from the bedroom. I walk up the stairs and --"

"Stop right there, Bertram," Winnie warned. "If you want to fantasize about watching me and Margie having sex, keep it to yourself. That's one that I can't handle. She spooks me."

"Spoilsport!" he complained. "If you look down, you'll see that what I'm thinking about may make me bust my pants."

"Then hold that thought until we get home," she said. "Just don't say it."

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The next day when Bert came home from work, the first thing he said to Winnie was, "You're it."

"What?" she said.

"Margie told me she wants you."

Winnie could see his eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"She said you're her next goal, and she wants me to help her. We were pretty busy today, but she whispered that in my ear when we were alone for a few seconds. She said she'll talk to me about it soon."

"What did you tell her?"

"I didn't have a chance to say anything."

"I hope you know what to say when she brings it up again."

"I know," he said, sounding disappointed. "I won't take any chances of her misunderstanding. No joking around. I'll tell her that you aren't interested and to forget it."

*************

It wasn't until the following week that Bert reported anything further. In the meantime, he'd become strangely quiet. Winnie didn't like the worried look on his face.

It was Thursday afternoon, and the minute he walked in the door, she could tell that something was wrong. He was in a highly agitated state.

"What did she say?" Winnie asked.

"You guessed right," he said. "It was Margie. She and I had a working lunch today, and she picked a place that was nearly deserted and a table in a corner with nobody nearby. She didn't talk much about work."

"Tell me everything."

"She didn't beat around the bush. She told me how much she has been thinking about you, about how you are one of the most beautiful women she has ever met, about you being so smart that you controlled your conversation with her and told her nothing while reading her like an open book.

"When she imagines you naked, she gets all juicy and then -- you won't believe this -- she grabbed my hand, pulled it under the table between her legs and pushed it into her panties. She asked if I believed her now. I did. She was wet.

"Then she went right to making plans with me, the same way she does when we are working on a project together. She assumed I wanted her to have you as much as she did.

"I stopped her then and told her to forget it, that you would never go for it and that we needed to get back to talking about work.

"That's when she really got going. First, she told me that she could tell I wanted it to happen as much as she did. She said she knew from the first time she talked about her sex life that I was one of those men who got off on lesbian porn.

"She said the reason I would help her is that she would let me watch. She might even agree to a threesome, as long as I didn't touch her. But she preferred being with you alone and me only watching.

"She has all kinds of cameras and lighting equipment at her place and has lots of experience making videos of her having sex. She said that when you and she make love, it will be filmed from different angles, and she will put together the hottest porn video I have ever seen. She'll give me a copy."

"Was that what finally convinced you to help her?" Winnie muttered.

"That's not fair," Bert answered. "You know me. I was ready to come into my pants, and I'm sure she saw that. But I tried my best to make her understand that you would never do it.

"Then she went into detail about what I'd get to see the two of you doing. She'd eat you out, you'd eat her out, and you'd do a lot of kissing and a lot of fingering. The two of you would rub crotches. There would be anal play. She described stuff I have never seen online. I had no idea that women could do so much with their fingers, mouths, pussies and assholes.

"She said she doesn't use any dildos, vibrators or anything artificial. She promised me you would have more orgasms per minute than you've ever had.

"She finally stopped, and I saw her face was red. I felt that mine was, too. She looked at me expectantly, but you'll be proud of me. I took time to calm down, and repeated what I told her before. That's when I started to get worried."

"Why?"

"She said that even though, technically, she wasn't my supervisor, she was always talking about me to my boss, and up to now I was one of the most cooperative and capable people she had ever worked with. She always gave excellent reports about me, and she was sure that it was helping my career at the company.

"She said she wouldn't be surprised if I was a candidate for promotion soon. She said I probably would already have been promoted, if the company hadn't had to scale back temporarily. She also said she doubted I would be part of the next layoffs, which everybody is guessing will come at the end of the year.

"Then she said that she looked forward to working closely with me on many future projects and continuing to give me good reviews. She stopped and looked at me and didn't say another word. I had to get up fast, because my stomach told me I needed to get to the bathroom.

"After I heaved and cleaned up, I went back to the table and told her I had to get back to the office. She said that was fine, but she'd stay there a while. She was still pretty rosy looking when I looked back at her as I walked out the door. She was staring in my direction. That's all there is to tell."

Winnie pulled Bert to her and gave him a deep kiss.

"You did a lot better than I expected. There's another reward waiting for you later upstairs.

"I see this the same way you do. She knows you're excited by the idea of us having sex, so she thinks she can get you on her side. But to make sure, she's throwing in the blackmail.

"Is she right? Can she ruin your career at the office? I know times are tough, but can you get another job, even if it pays a little less? I'll support you a hundred per cent, and I promise you I will never complain about the money. You know I never have."

Bert took a deep breath before speaking.

"There are too many people I've worked with for her to be able to destroy my reputation. But if she started reporting everything I ever did that could be even slightly misinterpreted, it could affect my momentum. She's smart, and she'd know how to do it without anyone getting suspicious of her motives.

"What I'm most worried about is when upper management makes its layoff list at the end of the year. They look at every bad mark on every evaluation, no matter how small, trying to pick out the weakest players on the team. A few bad marks could make a difference.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll begin looking for another job. I have to do it discreetly, because there are a lot of people on the street and not much hiring. And if the company thought I was ready to jump ship, I would definitely go on the layoff list -- or even get cut loose sooner."

"No, Bert," Winnie said. "I don't want you to do that yet. For now, I want you to go to work with Margie like this never happened. There must be some way to stop her. We need time to think of one. I want you to tell me what happens every day."

For the next couple of weeks, Bert didn't report anything. He finished his project with Margie, and he was now working on something else with another senior executive. He often didn't see Margie for days at a time.

One day, she came over to his desk.

"I'm getting impatient, Bert," she said in a low voice and then in a normal voice said, "Hi Bert. I just found out we've been assigned to work on a new three-week project together. I'm looking forward to it. Let's meet in my office first thing Monday morning."

She walked away.

On the Thursday before the Monday that his project with Margie would start, Bert walked in the door and saw a grim look on Winnie's face. Before he could say anything, she told him to sit down. She made them both a drink, and they sat in the living room. He could see that she had been crying.

"What is it, Winnie?" he asked. "Is it Margie?"

"Yes," she said in a shaky voice. "She called me today."

"She what? Why that bitch!"

"Stop, Bert!" Winnie ordered.

Her voice had changed. It was now without emotion.

"I have some questions to ask you. First, is there a guy named Jasper who works in your office?"

"Yes, he's a senior on the same level as Margie. I've worked with him a lot. He's a great guy."

"Did you know he's leaving?"

"No!" Bert exclaimed. "Margie told you that? I know his wife doesn't like it here, and she's been pressuring him to move back to where her parents live, but jobs are tight there."

"Well, Margie told me he got one," Winnie said. "If he leaves, are you in line for his job?"

"There are several people who would be considered. I'd definitely be one of them."

"Margie said that she could make sure that you got the promotion," Winnie said. "She said that she could use the project you're starting on Monday to make some glowing reports on you and time them for maximum impact. Is that true?"

"Well, she can't guarantee I would get the promotion," Bert said, "because other people will make that call. However, she's right that if they get good reviews from her, it would definitely help my chances."

Bert stood up and began pacing back and forth across the living room, looking down at his feet and muttering to himself. The more he walked the more agitated he became.

Winnie watched him and waited until she saw him begin to shake. Then she stood up and put her arms around him and held him tight as she cried. She sniffed a few times and then released him. They both sat down, and she poured them two more drinks. When Bert spoke, his words were full of pain.

"Winnie, I don't care about this promotion. You're not going to do it. She's an evil bitch, and she can go straight to hell."

"Shut up, Bert!" Winnie said. "That doesn't help anything. I just wanted to be sure I understand how things are. Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm sick of it."

"Me, too," Bert said, but that didn't cheer either of them up. Neither of them was in the mood for sex that night.