She Said We Need to Talk by Snuskpelle892

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She Said We Need To Talk

James Stanley Monroe

My business card says, J. Stanley "Stan" Monroe, and yes, I am a descendant of the fifth President of these United States. I am President and CEO of a multi-billion-dollar subsidiary of a large corporation. I started off as a corporate lawyer but after becoming VP and chief counsel, moved into line management, becoming Executive Vice-President. Later, when the board discussed with me the possibility of my becoming President and CEO, I told them, they had to pay me more money. They agreed to most of my demands and I became El Pesidente.

I met my wife, Emms, at the University of Texas School of Law, when we were both studying in the library. A drink in the student union led to high jinks in student housing and the rest is history. We both graduated magna cum laude and after our wedding, moved on to our jobs in Dallas.

Emms was able to join a large, prestigious law firm. Emms is now a senior associate within a large law firm. She accomplished this in spite of taking three maternity leaves, one for each of our three lovely children. Unfortunately with our two big-time careers, a major portion of their child care is provided by Elena Ramirez, our maid/cook/nanny. Fortunately, Elena is like one of the family and the six of us get along very well together. Elena has her own life with her husband, Raul, and their two children, all of whom live in Garland.

Emily Fortescue Monroe

My business card says Emily "Emm" Fortescue. I was hired when my legal name was still Fortescue. I though Stan was headed for the big time and I didn't want to appear to be advancing on his coattails, so I continued to use my maiden name. In my firm's internal correspondence, I'm generally referred to as M. I think I can come close to Stan in income if I can make partner, which is my major unfulfilled career goal. For now, I work long hours as a Senior Associate. Of course, my primary goal is to see our three children launched into adulthood.

When I met Stan at law school, it didn't take long for him to convince me that he was the man of my future. I think sometimes he takes our sexual attraction for each other a little far, but he is the man of my dreams and most of his adventures turn out to be highly satisfactory for both of us.

Stan

I felt like Emms was getting a little discouraged. We're in our mid-thirties. I'm CEO of a large company while she seems stuck at Senior Associate in her firm's hierarchy. Of course, making partner is just the start. That means that she can start accumulating equity.

I felt like she needed a date night. She agreed. I sent the children home with Elena for the weekend and then took her to an up-scale restaurant. Depending on how the dinner goes, we will probably go dancing or go home for some fun in the bedroom, knowing that our children are with Elena for the duration.

Although the maître-d attempted to seat us across the table from each other. I chose a chair next to Emms. I started off taking her left hand in my right hand. I told her how much I loved her. I told her how much I was looking forward to making love to her on this night. The waiter interrupted so that we could order our entrees.

After we ordered our food, I resumed flirting with her. Then I transferred her left hand to my left hand. That left my right hand free to squeeze her left thigh. I worked my hand down her thigh closer and closer to her left thigh, while continuing to chat her up. Then I slowly worked my way up her inner thigh, slowly but ever closer to her sweet spot. When I touched her through her panties she was wet, accentuated by her panting. I rubbed her pubis for a bit. She resisted not with her full strength, but she did resist. She was unsuccessful as I went higher and then came back pulling her panties down. I three fingers in her kitty and one on top of her clit. She was moaning and groaning. She was as hot as I have ever seen her.

She said breathlessly, "The bathrooms here are unisex. Let's go to the first vacant one."

She went first. Shortly afterward, I followed.

The third of three restrooms was the only one unlocked so that must be where she was. As I opened the door, I caught a glimpse inside. She had put her dress and panties on the toilet seat and was smiling at me. As I started to push the door all the way open, two big football types pushed past me. The second guy said over his shoulder as he pushed past me, "Sorry, fella, this is an emergency!"

The first guy past me abruptly stopped, and exclaimed, "Whatever do we have here?"

My nude wife with one hand on her bosom and the other on her kitty proclaimed, "I was waiting for my husband."

The second guy pushed forward, and said, "This is an emergency!"

He embraced and kissed my wife. Surprisingly she kissed back. It was happening fast but to my shock and surprise everything seemed to be going in slow motion. However, my movement was as if my feet were in cement. He picked Emms up, as though she was a sack of flour, and sat her on the sink. He pulled a large, erect cock from his pants, and stuck it in her. She apparently didn't protest, as he began ramming his organ into her sweet pussy. She responded by putting her arms around his neck and sticking her tongue in his mouth. She also wrapper her legs around his waist. She occasionally came up for air with moans and groans and panting. They continued the double penetration to the amazement of the first guy, as he was relieving himself, and me for about five minutes and then the couple both came violently. The second guy withdrew and the first guy stepped forward with his prick at the ready. It was like a replay of the first action. He pounded away on her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and stuck her tongue in his mouth for a repeat of the previous double penetration, she penetrating his mouth, and he penetrating her cunt. Again, after about five minutes, they both had super orgasms. The guys left, with the second guy, saying, "Sorry, buddy! That bitch was so hot, I just couldn't resist."

I walked over to Emms and she said, "Aren't you going to reclaim me?"

I had to go up on tiptoe to line my rock-hard dick up with her pussy, but it was well worth the effort. Again, she came in about five minutes but I wasn't as easy as her two previous partners and I fucked her another ten minutes, before we climaxed simultaneously and majestically.

She said, "Honey, we need to talk but let me clean up and get dressed first."

I helped her off the sink and she added, "Oh, yes, please lock the door on your way out."

I put my now flaccid cock back in my pants and after locking the restroom door, I returned to our table where our food was now getting cold. I was about halfway through my portion of prime rib when she returned with perfect makeup and lipstick. She explained, "Let's get to go containers. I want to go home, then we need to talk; after that, we should fuck ourselves silly; and by the time we finish that, I'll probably be hungry for food."

Ever the gentleman, I did as I was asked. I wanted an explanation from this woman of the last thirty minutes which even now seemed surreal. I couldn't believe she had fucked two strangers and her husband in the restroom of one of the finest restaurants in Dallas. If her law firm ever found out what she had just done, she would never make partner.

On the way home, she was very quiet. I could almost see the wheels turning. If there was a defense for what she had just done, one of the finest legal minds in the whole Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex would surely have it organized by the time we reached our North Dallas home.

We sat at our dining room suite. She brought me a bock beer and poured herself a glass of white wine.

She started, "You must have some questions about how things got so quickly out of hand."

I replied, "What the fuck, Emms? You seemed totally on board with fucking two complete strangers. I just never expected that from you."

She responded, "Stan, much as I would like to say differently I think you are right in your expectation. But we must consider the fact that you are a man, so that it may be difficult for you to comprehend all that a woman does, even if she is number one in your life."

I interjected, "That sounds like an understatement, Emms."

She said, "Although I could go into the history of the world, I don't think you would sit still for that so let me give you the abridged version. Much of human history has been recorded from the point of view of the man. Much of our current social practice and etiquette is based on the proposition that women must be controlled so that they don't get impregnated by the wrong guy. Men like sex and are easily persuadable to break the rules put in place to control women. However, and this is where we get into the explanation of my behavior earlier tonight, women have a different motivation. Women exist in order to be bred to assure the preservation of the species, although it is really to assure the preservation of our own specific DNA."

I answered, "But Emms, in that restaurant, you fucked two complete strangers!"

She continued, "I'm getting to that but you need the background. Both men and women are both intellectual and instinctual. The dichotomy is much more stronger with women than with women."

I knew she was going somewhere, but I wasn't getting any sense of direction. I tried to help her, "Meaning?"

I just wasn't seeing the point, but she was going forward, anyway, "With women, it is easier for the two viewpoints to be antagonistic, or for one to dominate."

I interrupted, "But Emms, in that restaurant, you fucked two complete strangers!"

She explained, "With women, the imperative of our instincts is that we must be bred. This is particularly strong if we are ovulating, and stronger still, if someone or something has stimulated us to a significant degree. Then, the need to breed becomes overwhelming and indeed, may overcome the intellectual motivation to be true to one man. Bottom line, if you stimulate me to near my limits, I am ovulating, and if I have my judgment somewhat clouded by drink, the conditions are ripe for my not caring who is breeding me but only that I am being bred. That happened tonight. If we are both more careful in the future, it will likely never happen again but it certainly happened in spades tonight. I am sure that you were shocked at my behavior. I was also shocked by what I did. Did any of this make sense to you?"

I gave her my interpretation of her argument, "Women are basically more prone to fucking whoever than men. In the right circumstances, any cock will do. Men should understand the difference and not interfere with a woman's pleasure. Does that sum it up."

She replied, "Not exactly. What I was saying is that you should recognize that in certain circumstances I am more inclined to promiscuity and we should work together to avoid those circumstances, and if that fails, we should work together to protect me from myself."

I responded, "So I am at least partially responsible for what happened in the restaurant's rest room?"

She gave a different view, "Once the four of us were in the restroom, I was doomed. Neither of us foresaw anything like that happening although both of us knew we were engaging in risky behavior."

I tried one more time, "So I can't exonerate myself without exonerating you?"

She looked at me, entreatingly, "Maybe?"

I gave up, "I love you, Emms! What's next on the program?"

She said, "Let's not do anything risky and execute the next part of our plan in our bedroom."

And we did exactly that much to the gratification and enjoyment of all involved.

She Said We Need to Talk

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