Downhill Racer

This story is the result of a joint effort by two authors, 'mannydcamp' and 'traceekies' (trace_ekies on literotica.com). Although both authors have a number of other stories published on this site, Downhill Racer was submitted to literotica.com by mannydcamp and to eroticstories.com by traceekies. If you like Downhill Racer you will probably like 'Sunrise at Sea', written by the same authors and featuring the same characters.

For those readers who have the patience to weather a long teasing buildup, you should not be disappointed by Downhill Racer. On the other hand, if you expect graphically portrayed sexual intercourse in the first few pages you might want to read something else.

This story is about a husband who relishes the thought of watching his wife in the throes of passion with another man, a wife who delights in satisfying her husband's wishes and a male friend who believes that interest in a friend's wife does not diminish his friendship for either of them. If you find the views of these people to be unsettling, you are not likely to enjoy this story.

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"Our flying time today to Newark will be four hours and twenty-two minutes..." The 738 was still on its climb-out from McCarren International Airport in Las Vegas. Trace listened as the plane's first officer gave the obligatory announcements. It had been a year since he had seen Jackie at a conference in Orlando. In four and a half hours he would see her again, and her husband, Manny, who he had only met at their wedding. Trace remembered hiring Jackie.

A few days before, my secretary had handed me a resume to look at. I had taken a quick glance at it and guessed from the lack of job experience that Jacqueline Smith had probably just graduated from college. I needed another person in the department but I wasn't all that anxious to train someone. I was hoping to find someone with a little experience. I tucked the resume in my briefcase and quickly forgot it.

I had been to visit a company in Princeton, a couple hours from the office. Returning in the late afternoon, I had decided to head home instead of returning to work. I consulted a map to determine the shortest route. One of the towns I had to go through rang some bells. Then I remembered the resume in my briefcase and that the applicant lived in that town. I was already stopped for gas, so I took a look at the resume. Jacqueline Smith seemed to have the right credentials, even if she lacked experience.

I noticed her list of awards in gymnastics. Of course there was no picture and no physical description with her resume, but I still imagined that with her achievements in gymnastics, she was probably shaped alright, not that that had anything to do with the job, but it certainly had a lot to do with dinner. My wife had other plans for that night and I was going to have to fend for myself. I wondered if Jacqueline Smith would agree to being interviewed over dinner.

On my cellphone I dialed the number she had put on her resume. She answered promptly. Yes, she was still looking for a position. She seemed excited that I had called. Her voice was pleasant enough, a little on the husky side, almost sexy. I told her that I was coming through her town and asked if I could interview her over dinner. I quickly told her that she could bring her husband as well. She told me that she was single, but being a weeknight she had no plans. Plus, being interviewed in her home town would save her a forty-five minute trip to our office. We agreed to meet at a restaurant she recommended.

I got there about five-thirty. Themaître de told me that he had already seated Ms. Smith and took me to the table. As we introduced ourselves, I noticed a cigarette smoldering in the ash tray. She said, "I hope you don't mind. I smoke and from force of habit I requested a table in the smoking section." She looked at me fearfully, like she believed that she had already blown the interview.

She had stood up as I approached the table. She did indeed have a gymnast's figure. She was probably only five-four and couldn't have weighed much over a hundred pounds. Her body was tight, very little fat, likely all muscle. She wasn't going to win any beauty contests but she was cute. Her face was small, narrow and lean actually, and her light brown hair was cut short. She was wearing a snug fitting dress that came down to her knees and buttoned all the way up to her neck. Except for the dress being black, she looked like a pixie. I put my pack of cigarettes on the table and thanked her for choosing the smoking section.

She sat down with a considerable amount of relief. No, the smoking was not a deal killer and she knew from my attentiveness that she had made a good first impression. I told her about our business, investing in relatively small companies with a lot of potential. I made it clear that she would be expected to evaluate them both from a financial standpoint and a personal one. We discussed her schooling. I was right that she had no previous experience. I was going to have to teach her but I was beginning to think that I might enjoy that. She seemed eager to learn and convinced me that this was the job she wanted.

Dinner remained very professional, although I couldn't help but think of her in other ways. We talked a long time, much longer than if it had been the normal interview in the office. The restaurant began to fill up as other diners came in at the more usual times. Eventually I realized that our dinner had gone much longer than it should have. I assured her that she would be getting an offer letter from us and hoped that she would accept it. By the time we parted company at the restaurant door, it was close to eight. From the way she shook my hand I could tell that I would be seeing her again at the office.

Trace's daydreaming was interrupted by a flight attendant wanting his drink order. It was still morning for Trace and he asked for orange juice and coffee. As the flight attendant set the drinks down in front of Trace, he looked up at her. Her hair was brown and she wore it in a pixie cut. Even though the rest of her was not like Jackie at all, the hair alone was enough to trigger Trace's remembrances of Jackie at the office.

Trace was Jackie's mentor in more ways then one. He was 10 years her senior and had hired her as a smart good-looking kid out of college. Trace headed up a department for a major investment firm and Jackie was one of a team of young people that worked for him. Jackie was always his favorite, even back then. She was smart, hardworking and although Trace was a happily married man he would enjoy thinking about Jackie's young body.

Although she dressed appropriately for the office, it was hard to hide that strong petite body that college gymnastics had helped to form. He had even had the joy of seeing her on a few occasions at company picnics and barbecues in the more sporty attire that a woman her age would wear. Trace had liked working with Jackie.

She had accepted the offer and less than a week after our dinner she came in to work for the first time. I learned right away that she preferred to be called Jackie although her manner of dress on that first day was more like a Jacqueline. She wore a dark blue woman's suit, trousers that covered her conservative high-heeled shoes, and a jacket that covered most of the frilly white blouse underneath. The blouse was buttoned to the top and she even wore one of those bow-ties with the ribbons hanging down. The jacket was long enough to cover her butt. Except for the cute face and hair-do, there wasn't really anything sexy about her. It took a lot of imagination to even consider that she might have an attractive body. But I did have some imagination and I was glad that she was there.

Except for those few occasions when we planned to meet a company's principles, dress in the office was pretty casual. Jackie fell into that quickly enough, and except for that first day, and those times we were planning to meet someone, she dressed in ways that were a lot more womanly. Usually it was slacks and a blouse, but there was no jacket. She did have a lovely figure, a curvaceous but tight backside, a trim waist and enough of a bust-line to make me hard from the thoughts of having her breasts in my mouth. Once in a while, especially during the summer months, she would show off her beautifully toned legs with a short skirt. It was at those times that I carefully crafted excuses for us to be working together.

Once she was wearing a skirt so short that only a girl of her age could have gotten away with it. If she had been much older, it would have looked too brazen. But on Jackie, it looked cute and sexy at the same time. She had only been there a couple of months and I decided that this was the day I was going to teach her how I analyzed a company's financials. That would mean we would have to work in my office, side by side, at my computer. I wasn't sure that I could handle this but I was going to try.

My secretary was on the phone as Jackie and I walked past her. I caught a couple of words my secretary said on the phone. I heard Jackie's name and "favorite". For a change, I hoped that my secretary was having a personal conversation with a friend. Yes, I guess that Jackie was my favorite, but I hoped that it wasn't so obvious as to have become a subject of office gossip.

I didn't dare close the door. Jackie's exposed legs were already drawing enough attention. My interest in schooling her in financial analysis, particularly on this day, probably wasn't fooling anyone, especially not Jackie. I pulled an extra chair around behind my desk so that we could both see my computer monitor.

Jackie tried to sit in the chair I had drawn up for her as lady-like as possible. She tried to tug her skirt down, but it wasn't going to cover much. She tried crossing her legs, but that only exposed more. Finally, she just sat there with her legs together and smoothed her skirt down. I tried to pretend that I wasn't noticing her terrific legs or her embarrassment, but I probably didn't do very well. I'm sure that Jackie knew what she was doing to me and I think she guessed how much I liked it.

For a couple of hours, we worked together on the analysis of a company we wanted to add to our portfolio. Jackie was learning rapidly. She became fascinated by the way in which the company's secrets could be exposed by a proper analysis of their financials. She had forgotten about her own exposure, but I hadn't. As she squirmed excitedly in her chair, the skirt crept upward. It became difficult for me to concentrate on the computer screen. My thoughts were all about Jackie. I was imagining my hands creeping up her thighs, then my tongue and lips taking the same route. While I was dreaming of having her panties down around her ankles and my head buried between her legs, I realized that she was talking to me, about the analysis we were performing. She was an employee and I was married. I had to focus on the work.

Trace tried not to give Jackie any reason to think his attention was anything but a boss/employee relationship and that of a professional mentor for the five years she worked for him. He was pleased that she looked up to him. Even though he was somewhat disappointed, and perhaps a bit jealous, he acted as if he was happy for her when she married Manny. Trace and his wife even attended the wedding.

The cabin loudspeaker crackled again. It was the captain. "If you look below us you will see the Mississippi river and those of you on the left side of the cabin should be able to see Memphis. We're right on schedule and should have you at the gate at 4:46 PM, as scheduled." Trace's watch was still on Las Vegas time. He moved it forward three hours so the arrival time wouldn't seem so far away. The flight attendants came through the airplane, handing out sandwiches and chips. This was not going to be enough. He hoped that Manny and Jackie were planning on eating before they went to the cabin.

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As Trace's plane crossed the Mississippi, Jackie was leaving home for the airport. She had a little more than a half hour's drive and she didn't want to be late. She hadn't seen Trace now since that time in Orlando, about a year ago. She was excited at the prospect of spending several days in the mountains with Trace and her husband, Manny.

Jackie had not been physically attracted to Trace when she first met him but she had become attracted to him when she worked with him. However, he was older, the boss and married. She recalled telling a close girl friend at work, before she met Manny, that Trace was her fantasy husband, just too old. Trace gave her every impression of being a great dad to his kids, a good husband and a wonderful provider.

Four years ago Trace had gotten an attractive offer to take a job in Las Vegas with a company there. Trace thought it was the right thing, both for his career and for his family. He left New Jersey. He and Jackie remained friends through email and phone conversations. They grew a bit closer now that the boss/employee relationship had ended. First their conversations were just about business. Gradually, they became more at ease talking about the personal issues in their lives.

After he had been gone about a year, Trace's emails began sounding despondent. He alluded to problems in his marriage. Eventually, Trace admitted that his wife had left him and gone back to New Jersey. The move to Vegas had not worked out. Prior to the move, Trace's wife had never minded his long hours and travel schedule as she had many friends and family in the area. In Vegas however, she grew lonely and distant from Trace. By the time he realized how unhappy she was, she had already decided to leave.

Jackie became worried about Trace. She took more time with her emails to him and she called whenever she could. She sensed depression in him whenever they chatted. Then, a couple of years ago, Trace's spirits improved.

Unbeknown to Jackie, Trace had taken up a new hobby, writing erotic stories. He didn't want Jackie to know about it, but eventually she wormed it out of him. Jackie wanted to read something that Trace had written. Trace sent her a somewhat censored version of one of his stories. It was about a couple that got involved in a threesome with another man. Trace could have never known, but the story had hit a home run with Jackie.

Jackie and Manny had been wrestling with a few issues of their own. Ever since they had skinny dipped with three other couples on a camping trip, Manny had been telling Jackie of his fantasies. At first they were just about the nudity. Jackie found that part exciting. She had never been shy about her body and they started to go to nude beaches occasionally. She even teased a few friends, "accidentally" of course. When on vacation, she got nearly naked in front of a room service waiter. That was an experience she wasn't going to forget soon.

After Manny had gone into the bathroom, I got out of bed and put on a long filmy robe. I went to our twelfth story window and stared at the city. Manny came out of the bathroom, still wearing his pajama bottoms, and looked at me in front of the window.

With the sunlight shining in the window, I might just as well have been wearing nothing at all. I was turned a little away from the window, enough so that Manny could see my silhouette through the thin fabric. Our lusty thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Manny looked at me and with his eyes asked if I wanted to go into the bathroom or put something more on. I said, "I don't care if you don't."

Manny's eyes roamed over my body. He knew that I was proud of it and liked to show it off. I was practically naked and we didn't know who was knocking on the door. Another knock came, a bit more impatient than the first.

It was pretty exciting but Manny would make sure nothing happened. Manny opened the door. It was the room service waiter and he was pushing a roll around table with our breakfast beautifully arranged on it. The waiter was probably a college student working his way through school. He was tall and slim, had sandy brown hair and had enough stubble on his face and chin to give him a somewhat more mature look. He was the type who probably didn't have much trouble getting a date.

As he pushed the table into the room, he noticed me standing by the window. He tried to disguise his surprise but his mouth dropped open a bit. With the sunlight on me, I'm sure I looked like I wasn't wearing anything at all. I pushed my breasts out proudly and my hard nipples seemed like they were going to rip through the thin fabric. My stomach was flat as a board. Even though the gown was long, my legs were clearly visible and I expect that a little thatch of pubic hair was evident where they came together.

The waiter didn't want to appear to be staring at me. He tore his eyes away and looked at Manny, who, seemingly oblivious to my appearance, told the waiter to set the table up near the window. The waiter pushed the table across the room to where I was standing. If my nipples hadn't been hard before, they were now, and I could feel the dampness between my legs. I stared at the front of the waiter's pants. It was obvious that I was having a serious effect on him. I loved my husband dearly but I couldn't help but think about sucking on that young stud's cock.

Manny tipped the waiter generously and told him that we would finish setting up the breakfast table. All three of us knew that this better not go on much longer. The waiter thanked us both and hastily left the room.

Jackie pulled into the airport parking lot. The trip had been fast and she was going to have about an hour to wait. Even though she was early, she pulled into the short term parking. She didn't want a long walk and once Trace got there, she wanted to get out of the airport as quickly as possible. She made the short walk into the terminal.

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Trace was digesting his lunch. He remembered that somehow Jackie had found out about his penchant for writing erotic stories. Trace recalled that the first one he had sent her was a somewhat sanitized version of what he had actually written. Eventually, at her insistence, he had sent her some of the more explicit stuff. He was surprised at her reaction. She had really seemed to like it. Moreover, she started to write stuff and send it to him for his comments.

He had appraised her work critically, even said that he liked some it. However, he never told her how much he really liked it. He didn't want her to know that he even sometimes masturbated while he was reading it. He didn't want her to know how hot it made him and most importantly he didn't want her to know about the visualizations of her that he had while he was reading it. Then there was the conference in Orlando a year ago.

Each of them had gone to the conference, not knowing that the other was going to be there. When they saw each other during the first session, they were both a bit shaken. They had had a lot of intimate conversations, but only a few of them had even been on the phone, most were just emails. Now it was impossible to hide their mutual embarrassment. They were face to face. Although both of them would rather have gone their separate ways, they agreed to have dinner together that night.

During dinner Trace couldn't help but think about all he knew. It was weird as he had never been inside her, seen her naked or even had his lips on hers, yet he probably knew her better than her own husband. The dinner started awkwardly but by the end, three hours later, they had talked about all that they had discussed previously, only this time in person. Considering what they had been talking about for the last couple of hours, Trace felt like he should invite her to his room and he couldn't think of anything he would rather do, unless it was go to her room. But there was something that just wasn't right about it and he quickly abandoned the thought.