(A note from the Authoress)nnAfter posting several chapters of "A Company Affair" I was pleasantly surprised at the volume of comments I received, both in the feedback and public sections of Literotica. I do appreciate the negative as well as the positive comments because without them, I would have no indication of your thoughts on my story. I am well aware that I cannot satisfy everyone, but it does give me the courage to keep trying.nnI try to learn by my mistakes and will try to satisfy some of your concerns. A fantasy is just that, not to be considered reality, but to make it a believable read, it must bare some semblance to reality. Fantasies are started when through experiences or a desire to experience the things we are curious about, which, I admit freely that curious minds can be beneficial. While, not admitting guilt as a cheating wife, I remind my readers that clinical surveys point out that females reach their sexual prime in their mid-thirties and the male reaches his in his teens. This, in no way ridicules the male for any lack of ability in the sexual process, but points out the difference between male and female. Secondly, I have failed to give accurate physical descriptions to my characters, which is a little late at this point, but better late than never.nnLorri is a 39 year old married housewife with 2 teen-age daughters. Still in love with her hubby but curious. She is 5-2, 135#, 36c-28-38 and brown eyes and brown, short, hair about midway above her shoulders. She has friends, both male and female, who think she is both intelligent and attractive.nnJake is a younger, aggressive male, age 29, 6-2, and 190#. Black wavy hair and brown eyes. College educated and climbing the corporate ladders. Well built and works out to keep it that way as he feels that the ladies around him see him as a sexual object. (Some do and some don't)nnMonty is 48, a bit pudgy, the typical married man, loves wife, and family, but unaware of hidden desires or past experiences of his wife. He is an adequate lover but lacks the romantic feelings because of his age and his work.nnI hope this will answer a few of your questions and I'll be sure to incorporate these descriptions in my next postings.

When I woke the birds were singing the happy song of morning and my maids were laying out my clothes into piles as I lay upon my bed.nn"What are you doing, then?"nn"Master Cassipe has ordered us to pack your things. You are heading to Caldor today, miss."nnThis brought a flurry of excitement, the kind of which I was prone to and which made Cassipe either smile or glower depending upon his mood. He told me it was childish to feel such surges of excitement, but how could I not, when life brought such wonders? At this time yesterday I was a mere girl, and now I was a woman, a woman who knew the pleasures between men and women, and I was headed for Caldor.nn"Please ma'am, do not be so jubilant, your father has been in a fit all day, wracked with sadness. Master Cassipe is trying to convince him you must go."nn"Dress me quickly, please."nn"Here ma'am," one of the maids held up a more daring gown. The bodice dipped low on the chest and previously a flesh colored panel had kept it most modest. nn"What happened to the front?"nnThey exchanged looks. "Master Cassipe ordered changes made while you were sleeping. He said your wardrobe must be fit for a woman."nnSo many things were different already, had that one act really changed so much?nnAll my clothes were white but I looked at the stacks and saw blues and greens. "What are these?"nn"Cassipe ordered them a fortnight ago.

Acting persons:nnSandra Blackmore (53); Po Ling (18)nnPo Ling was on an exchange programme of her school in Hong Kong and had the chance to spend a whole year in Bristol. She was a shy, young girl of 18. She was only 1,65 m in height and her body was all quite tender and slim. Her breasts were firm and round like small plates. They were not very big, but perfectly fitted to her body. The colour of her skin was a typical Asian exotic darker and it was very soft. Her face was pretty, young and soft and tender looking, with full red lips, a beautiful nose and the typical shaped-shaped, exotic looking dark, brown eyes. She wore her dark, almost black hair down to her chin.nnShe was in England now for almost two month but had due to her shyness not really found any real friends. She lived in a small flat on her own. One of her favourite places when there was rainy weather – and in Bristol the weather was rainy very often – was the biggest department store of the city.nnShe was hanging around there on this day, too and tried some perfumes. There was one she really liked, but it was very expensive. Out of a strange mood she decided to steal it. She had never stolen anything before and she wasn’t really considering what she was doing. She just looked around and put it into her handbag. She wanted to leave then, but suddenly a hand grabbed her at her shoulder. “Hello, little Lady!”, a male voice said in a harsh tone. “Might I take a look into your bag?

Chapter 1: Neighborhood PartynnIt had been a month now, and the shock and surreal memory has given way to a realism in my mind.nnThe party had been a good one, loud, full of our friends and lots of drink. In fact, at some point in the late night, I began to fall asleep in my chair and I felt David's arms around my waist hoisting me up the stairs with the help of a neighbor, Phil, I think. They were pretty drunk too, and they giggled as they carried me to my bed.nn"What do you think, Tim, take her clothes off as a reward?" Phil said, slurring his words like the smirk on his face. But they didn't, they just pulled a cover over me and left me to my sleep.nnIt wasn't until I woke up at 3AM and got up to go the bathroom that I realized someone was still partying on the pool deck below. The moon was bright and I could see the shapes of two people in the pool.nnStill half asleep, I stood watching them for a moment as they hoisted out of the water. She was slim, her white bra and panties shown brightly under the moonlight. I quickly recognized my next-door neighbor, Joyce. She has surprisingly large breasts for a small girl and keeps herself trim. I watched as she knelt in front of her husband Jeff, half concealed by the shadow of our tall garage gable. Her small hand reached to fondle his cock. I should have turned away of course, but I couldn't. My eyes strained to see more detail in the moonlight. nnShe slipped his shorts down, catching first on his erect cock and then dropping in a sodden, white pool at his feet. I watched intently, feeling guilty, but finding it too erotic to stop. He helped her to her feet, her hand still surrounding his cock.