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Subject: {ASSM} Vicky's Challenge {Traffic Guy}{MF FF Rom}
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Here's something longer than my previous pieces that actually has a 
little sex in it.  By the way, many thanks to Crimson Dragon for his 
kind words about "The Silent Treatment."

You can always reach me at trafficguy8@subro.dnsq.org


Vicky's Challenge

By Traffic Guy

Copyright 2003


It was obvious to all concerned that Vicky was bored.  And when Vicky 
was bored, she did something about it.

Her full name is Victoria Helena Andrews-Hawkes.  Yeah, her.  One of the 
'kids' inheriting the Lockhart fortune.  Plus of course what she got 
when elderly hubby Reginald Hawkes died.  We're not just talking jet-set 
here, we're talking rocket-to-the-moon-set.  A 32 year old woman who has 
everything, including the requisite blond hair, blue eyes, and buxom 
shape kept nice and tight, first to land Reginald and keep him from 
straying and then after his death because, well, she liked the way it 
got her her way with men.

This time her way out of boredom evolved during a little chat with a few 
of her closest friends on the day after Thanksgiving.  Somehow the topic 
got to some sort of challenge.  Kind of a Truth or Dare deal without the 
Truth.  Since Vicky was the one complaining about being bored, the 
others had to come up with a challenge that would make her unbored.  It 
took a while, but eventually all concerned agreed on what Vicky could do 
to keep herself gainfully occupied.

"So you will find me a happily married couple that is sickeningly close 
and still making goo-goo eyes at each other?"

Dana nodded, "Yes, dear.  Stanley's security firm will cull out about a 
dozen couples over a five month period that definitely are monogamous, 
pick three finalists, and then Stanley, Rhonda, Thomas and I will vote 
on the final choice."

"Shouldn't I get a say?" she pouted.

Thomas snorted, "Not a chance.  There is absolutely no way we're even 
letting you get an idea of who we're looking at until it's over. 
Knowing you, you'd find a way to fix it so it'd be a couple you wanted 
to take on.  And then it wouldn't be much of a challenge."

Vicky knew that was true, and had to concede that she would, indeed, do 
anything she could to make the outcome more favorable - and, in fact, 
still intended to do so if at all possible.  She may be bored, but that 
didn't mean she was going to let her friends walk all over her.

Vicky's challenge was to take that happily married couple and get the 
husband to divorce the wife and marry her.  Of course, a couple of 
conditions were added so it wouldn't be too easy.  First, the husband 
couldn't know she was rich.  Second, she couldn't use her money for 
blackmail.

Of course after thinking about it, she realized it could take her a 
couple of months to do this, and she was starting to wonder how much fun 
she could really have doing it.  At least, that's what she told herself 
as she started to think about backing out of the deal.

"I know I said I was bored, but, my god, isn't this a little much?  I 
mean, I could end up with some stupid nerd, wasting a couple months, and 
what would I have to show for it?"

"Here we go again," Rhonda smirked.  "Little miss 'my life is boring as 
hell and I'd do anything to change it' is climbing back into her 
'Princess' shell.  Why do I ever even try with you.  Go back to the 
Riviera and hump a couple of those suave, debonair and shallow French 
gigolos for a while and pretend you took one of them from their mommy!"

"Yeah, Victoria," intoned Stanley, "it's time to put up or shut up.  You 
asked us to come up with something that was sort of nasty and involved 
sex, but was also 'safe.'  Well, taking a guy from his wife is sort of 
nasty and marrying him should involve fairly safe sex, given the 
scenario we've created for you."

"And really," Dana added, "how much of a challenge is there?  I mean, 
after all, have you ever NOT gotten a man that you were after?"

"Yes, once," snapped Vicky.

"And he was gay!" They all chorused, and started laughing.  And Vicky 
ruefully nodded and joined in.

And that was how, on a warm Tuesday morning in June almost seven months 
later, Vicky showed up at the door of a small business office near 
Chicago. She had come in a new (shudder) Toyota Camry.  In her hand was 
a resume that bore little resemblance to the truth, but when checked 
would reflect several years of exemplary work and an address nearby in a 
rather mid-scale apartment complex.  She was allowed to use her money as 
long as the couple didn't know about it, and she wasn't shy about using it.

Vicky was applying to be the assistant to owner William Bellman, a job 
that just opened up due to the previous assistant getting a research 
grant that took her out of state (surprise, surprise!).  She also had, 
according to her resume, the perfect qualifications for the job.  And, 
to top it off, anyone else applying who appeared to be remotely 
qualified would be finding a better paying job elsewhere.  'As dear 
Reggie often said, like shooting fish in a barrel,' she thought as she 
walked up to the receptionist and announced her arrival.

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"Well, honey, I've got an interview to do."  Bill Bellman was on the 
phone with his wife Jackie, a normal thing a couple of times a day, as 
they worked at different jobs in the same field and often compared notes 
about common problems.

"How's it going so far?"  Jacqueline Bellman was genuinely interested. 
Bill had had a lot of trouble filling the post the last time, due to the 
necessity of finding someone detail oriented enough that would work for 
the rather middling pay offered.  Not too many people seemed to want the 
job.

"Two call-backs yesterday, both of whom were hired by someone else," 
Bill admitted.  "I have a 10 o'clock with a woman whose credentials and 
background are excellent, but I'm not expecting much, since her resume 
qualifies her for a much better job.  In fact, she could do mine."

"Don't give up yet, dear," chirped Jackie, "Just turn on that famous 
charm of yours, and she'll be eating out of your hand."

"Yeah, right," he murmured.  "I think I see her up at the reception 
desk.  What time are you meeting me for lunch?"

"How about elevenish?  You should be wrapping up the interview by then." 
  Bill agreed, then tidied a few things up and went up to the front desk 
to collect his applicant.  When he got there he was surprised to find 
she was, basically, a knockout.

"Uh, hi, I'm William Bellman."

"Victoria Anderson.  I'm pleased to meet you."

They both tried not to stare at each other, for different reasons, of 
course.  Bill's reason was obvious... after all, it wasn't often a 
beautiful blonde walked into his life, let alone one that was looking to 
work for him.  The blonde hair was pulled away from her face in a 
moderate bun and she wore rather severe glasses, but it was hard to hide 
the high cheekbones, flawless skin, and, of course, the deep blue eyes. 
  It took him a moment to compose himself.

Meanwhile, Vicky didn't really notice his moment of stunned silence for 
a couple of reasons - first, she was used to it happening, and second, 
she was busy sizing him up.  Funny, he looked a little different than 
the photos.  He was, of course, six feet tall, so that with her two inch 
heels she only had to look up a little to see his gray eyes.  He had a 
medium build that was in okay shape due to fairly regular visits to the 
local Y to play basketball and racquetball, and his brown hair was full 
and fairly thick.

They finally started down the hall talking about a few inanities, and 
when he got a little ahead of her she took a long look over his whole 
body, wondering what he was like in bed.  One thing the report didn't 
provide was how big his cock was when engorged.  At the Y, of course, 
they could see it limp, and the report had listed it as average size, at 
best, about three to three and a half inches.  But the reports also 
noted a fairly active sex life at home, in which both partners 
apparently were well satisfied.  Vicky had asked why they hadn't been 
able to get some video, and Stanley had shrugged his shoulders and said 
it didn't seem necessary at the time.  And besides, according to 
Stanley, a little mystery in life was good.

Once in his office, it took about 20 minutes to go through the 
preliminaries.  Another half an hour was spent going over the specifics, 
work rules, software, etc.  As far as Bill was concerned, if Vicky 
wanted the job, she could have it.

"Well, that's about it Miss Anderson."  Bill paused for a moment, trying 
to think how best to put this.  Oh, well, better just say it and get it 
over with.  "I'm sorry, but I have to ask you... why are you interested 
in this job?"

"A fair question, Mr. Bellman.  I've been in the area only a couple of 
months, and I must admit I don't really need the job, since my late 
husband's insurance is enough to cover my basic needs with a little left 
over."  Vicky smirked to herself about having to make do with 'just' the 
80 million Reggie had left her.  And that wasn't even within sniffing 
distance of her own worth.  "You may find this unusual, but I've found 
myself looking for things to do, and since this is convenient to where I 
live and right up my alley it provides me with purpose without some of 
the hassles of running my own shop."

"I guess that leads to another question, then.  If you get the job, can 
I count on you to stick with it?  This isn't the easiest job in the 
world to fill, and I'm looking for some kind of commitment here."

Vicky thought this was as good a time as any to start her campaign. 
"After meeting with you, Mr. Bellman, I think I can safely say that I'm 
willing to make that commitment.  In fact," she looked him straight in 
the eye, "I think I'm going to like working with you," and smiled.

Bill smiled back, although a little nervously, as his phone rang.  It 
was the receptionist telling him Jackie was there.  He hit the mute 
button.  "Miss Anderson, my wife is in the office.  Do you mind if she 
drops in for a moment or two?"

Bill caught a look in Vicky's eye, but wasn't sure what it meant.  "Of 
course not.  Do you wish me to step out?"

"No, no.  This shouldn't take long."  He unmuted the phone and asked 
that his wife be sent back.

"Miss Anderson, this is my wife, Jacqueline Bellman.  Jackie this is 
Victoria Anderson, who is applying to take the job as my assistant."

Jackie and Vicky took a long look at each other.

Jackie also seemed to be a little different from what Vicky expected. 
Oh, she looked as good in person as the photos showed - long auburn hair 
worn loose over the shoulders, a pixie-type face with what seemed to be 
huge green eyes.  And although Jackie was also wearing a conservative 
blouse, jacket and skirt combo, it was apparent that the time she spent 
on a racquetball court and playing golf had kept her trim and slim. 
'Well, I do have it all over her upstairs' Vicky thought.  'Plus she's a 
good three inches shorter than me.'  Vicky once again became sure she 
could pull Bill away.  After all, it was obvious he liked her looks. 
What seemed funny, though, is that Jackie seemed to like looking at her, 
too.

Meanwhile, Jackie was also sizing up Vicky - and after getting over the 
initial shock at how beautiful she was, found herself wondering what she 
was doing applying for this job.  When she realized Vicky was looking 
her over, Jackie thought maybe she was into girls, but noticed a 
fleeting twitch of the mouth that could have been a smirk.  'Oh, she's 
after Bill!' she thought.  Instead of feeling jealous, though, she found 
she was a little intrigued.

"How do you do, Miss Anderson.  I'm a bit surprised to see someone who 
looks as good as you actually does this kind of work.  You should be 
modeling or married to money or something."

Bill quickly stepped in, "I'm sorry, Miss Anderson," with a quick glance 
at Jackie, who blushed, "My wife tends to talk without thinking some 
times."

"Not at all," Vicky smoothly replied, "If I were married to you and saw 
you interviewing someone like her I might say just the same thing."  She 
smiled at Jackie.  "I was just telling your husband that I originally 
applied just to have something to do, but I think I'm going to like 
working with him very much.  He's such a charmer."  Might as well see 
what the competition's going to be like, she thought.

Jackie smiled right back.  "I'm glad you said so.  I keep telling him 
that and he doesn't believe me."

Vicky wasn't sure how to take that response, but decided to let it ride. 
  "Mr. Bellman, I'm sure you have more interviews and I've taken enough 
of your time.  When will I know about the position?"

"Could you give me a couple minutes with my wife?  I may be able to tell 
you before you leave."

Vicky was a little surprised at the answer, but mentally shrugged and 
outwardly smiled, "Of course.  I'll wait up front."

Once she was out of the office, Jackie smirked, "I'm surprised you 
wanted to wait at all."

Bill looked hurt.  "And how would that look?"

"Like you were desperate, and overcome by her... resume."  Jackie batted 
her eyes, "'He's such a charmer.'  Why, if I didn't know better, I'd 
believe she had fallen for you."

"Well, there's no doubt she intends to pursue me.  The question is why?"

"No, the question is, does her pursuing you mean she doesn't get the job?"

Bill sat back in his chair and looked at Jackie.  "You don't want to 
know why?"

"Of course I do.  But that question can't be answered right now.  The 
only question that matters is whether or not you provide her with the 
opportunity by hiring her.  And I say do it!"

Bill looked at her in surprise.  "Uh, dear, you do know what you are 
saying, don't you?"

Jackie smiled and said, "Of course I do.  I'm saying put the eye candy 
right outside your door where you can enjoy looking at her."

Bill looked troubled.  "But I don't see how that can be a good thing! 
As you pointed out, she already appears to be coming on to me, and 
that's like putting temptation almost in my lap."  He winced when he 
realized what he said and Jackie giggled.  "How is that helping either 
me or my work?  And I don't want to take any chances of anyone coming 
between the two of us."

"You are such a sweetheart!  Which is why I'm so in love with you.  And 
is also why I know that Vicky will never come between us," Jackie 
paused, and with a glint in her eye added, "unless it's due to the way 
the three of us are positioned in a bed!"

Bill blushed, "You are kidding aren't you?"

Jackie giggled again, "Of course.  But I so love making you blush!"

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And so it came to pass that Vicky was hired to be Bill's assistant, and 
all three, Vicky, Bill and Jackie, worked on their various challenges. 
For Vicky, it was a campaign to win the affections, etc. of her target, 
Bill.  For Bill, it was to act like life was normal.  Which, of course, 
it was not.  Jackie, meanwhile decided she had to become Vicky's friend 
and confidant.

There was one surprising outcome early on... Vicky found she was, 
indeed, good at her new job.  It came easily to her, and there was 
enough of a challenge that she could actually feel some pride of 
accomplishment.  That both helped and hurt Bill.  The help was obvious. 
  His company was running smoothly and progress was being made that 
helped the company to move up in the world.  The hurt was that it made 
it harder for him not to admire Vicky personally, despite recognizing 
her attempts to make their relationship more personal.

Jackie kept asking Bill to invite Vicky to visit their home.  Vicky 
finally accepted, figuring it would allow her to get closer to Bill and 
maybe get a little better handle on her competition.  After all, Bill 
seemed to be resisting her charms so far.

Vicky's first visit was on a Saturday afternoon that was perfect for a 
cookout.  Vicky showed up in a sun dress that hugged her body and was 
almost transparent when the sun hit it right, but she did decide to wear 
a bra and panties underneath.  It wouldn't do to be too obvious in front 
of the wife... at least not yet.

It was a few moments after she rang the bell before the door opened and 
Bill extended a hand in greeting and welcomed her into the house.  "I'm 
sorry I wasn't here to greet you, but I was doing some bookkeeping and 
didn't hear you drive up.  Won't you come in?"

"Certainly, William.  I can see you are very proud of your home."

"Thank you for your kind words, Victoria.  Please have a seat here in 
the living room.  Can I get you something to drink?"

While Vicky toyed with the idea of asking for Scotch, she shook her head 
and said, "nothing for now, although some tea might be nice after a while."

"Since Jackie always has a pot set up, tea will be no problem.  She 
should be right up.  Jackie!" he called out, "could you start the tea 
before you come in, please?"

"Certainly!" came the cheerful answer.

Moments later Jackie came in and stuck out her hand, which Vicky took 
and was a little surprised at the firmness of the handshake, "Thank you 
for coming Miss Anderson."

"Please, could you call me Vicky?"

"Only if you call me Jackie."

"And you should call me Bill."

"Why certainly!  You make me seem like a part of the family."

"Yes, well," Bill sputtered, "Jackie, could you take charge of our guest 
for awhile?  I need to go start the grill if we're going to eat soon."

"Of course, dear.  You can go out and play while Vicky and I chat about 
things."

Bill looked at his wife and thought, 'I wonder what she's going to chat 
about?'  But he also knew that if Jackie didn't want him to know, he 
wouldn't, so he mentally shrugged his shoulders and left the room.

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"So, how about some tea?  Or would you prefer Scotch?"

Vicky answered, "Oh, Scotch, if you have it," before she could catch 
herself and winced.  The Bellman's didn't drink hard liquor.

Jackie laughed and said "I knew it!  Unfortunately, we don't have any in 
the house since we don't drink it, but I'll be sure to get some the next 
time you come over."

"Oh, you don't have to do that!"  Vicky said automatically, while 
thinking 'the next time?'

"It's no trouble at all, it's just that we haven't really stocked the 
bar since the Petersons moved away.  They would drink Scotch at our 
house and we would have wine at theirs.  It was a pleasant arrangement."

"What made you think I preferred Scotch?"

"Let's see.  You're a great looking blonde, classy, an eye for fashion. 
  You're at your boss's home, a boss whom you appear to admire 
personally.  You are spending time alone with his wife.  Unless you are 
a teetotaler, you probably are wishing you had a drink to calm the 
nerves.  Brandy is more a man's drink, even these days, but Scotch has 
real appeal to strong, upper class women.  How'd I do?"

Vicky was nonplussed.  Jackie stood smiling at her in a friendly way. 
After a moment or two of silence, Vicky finally asked, "You said strong, 
upper class women.  Don't I have to be rich to be in that category?"

"Not necessarily,"  Jackie replied airily.  "It's mostly an attitude 
thing, and you have it.  You may not be rich, but you certainly have the 
looks, style and attitude that probably will make you rich someday. 
Tell me, did you enjoy your first marriage?"

"Oh, yes, Reggie was a dear, dear man."  Vicky suddenly realized she had 
mentioned the real first name of her late spouse and shuddered.  How was 
this happening?

"'A dear, dear man,' eh?"  Jackie smirked.  "Older, huh?  Kind and 
gentle?  I'll bet you have some toys that helped you through the night."

Bill had walked in on that last, "Jackie!  Vicky, I'm sorry, but my wife 
is a horrible tease."  He glared at Jackie, who blushed, but stood her 
ground.  "Oh, Bill, you shouldn't sneak up while the girls are chatting! 
  After all you might hear something you shouldn't!"

Meanwhile, Bill's entrance had allowed Vicky to regain some composure. 
"Yes, Bill, you really don't want to know what women talk about when men 
aren't around.  It would hurt your feelings."

Bill snorted.  "Well, if the two of you could refrain from bashing men 
for a moment or two, the grill is ready and someone might want to start 
putting together the rest of the food."

Vicky tried to make sense of what had just happened as she and Jackie 
headed to the kitchen.  It seemed as though Jackie had her pegged 
somehow, and yet not only didn't mind, but seemed to be enjoying 
herself.  It just didn't make any sense.  Vicky shook her head and 
started to help with the salad.

-------------------------------------------------

What followed was almost surreal for Vicky.

She worked hard at returning to her role as the assistant who admired 
her boss.  From time to time, however, she caught herself really 
enjoying the day.  It turned out that Bill did an excellent job of 
grilling steaks, and the meal was very pleasant.  And Vicky almost 
forgot that conversation with Jackie, as her hostess was so naturally 
pleasant and cheerful the rest of the day.

But once she was on the road back to her apartment, she went over that 
conversation again and again in her mind.  What had happened here?  Did 
Jackie knew who she was?  It seemed she at least knew Vicky was after 
Bill!  And yet...  No matter how you looked at it, it did not make any 
sense.

Was her challenge over before it even started?  Vicky pondered that 
quite a while.  She decided she could call it all off, since one of the 
conditions was that the husband couldn't know she was rich.  Of course, 
technically that wasn't the case, but Vicky felt sure she could use that 
as the excuse to back out.

For the rest of the drive home, Vicky was relieved, feeling as if a big 
weight had been lifted off her shoulders.  Later, after a relaxing bath 
and some quality time with her favorite vibrator, she lay back in bed 
thinking she would call Stanley in the morning, and that would be that.

An hour later, she still wasn't asleep, thinking about Bill and, yes, 
Jackie.  Finally, she came to the conclusion that since she was really 
pretty sure Bill didn't know she was rich, the challenge was still 
valid.  She could still go after him.  And with that thought on her 
mind, she finally drifted off to sleep.

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"Okay, honey, what's wrong with this picture?"  Jackie and Bill were 
cleaning up the kitchen after Vickie left.  Since they both worked, they 
had decided long ago to share the usual household chores, including 
cooking, cleaning, washing, etc.

"It makes absolutely no sense that Vicky is trying to seduce me.  But it 
certainly seems that way, and the evidence points to her making a huge 
effort to do it."

"That it does.  Maria gets a research grant for post-grad work at 
Indiana U, so no longer needs to work for you.  It was a grant that she 
heard about through the school grapevine just two months ago," noted 
Jackie, "and was awarded almost as fast as the application was put in."

"I advertise for the job," added Bill, "and get about fifteen initial 
responses, but after the call-backs only one applicant is available to 
interview - Vicky.  She shows up with absolutely the best credentials 
you could have, including recommendations from two large companies that 
had to be able to pay her almost double what I advertised for the 
position..."

"In other words..."

"A set-up!" they chimed together.

Bill frowned.  "But why, and why me."

Jackie moved her hand to his lips to shush him.  "I want to try 
something."  She dropped down into his lap and circled her arms around 
his neck, looking straight into his eyes.  "I think maybe, just maybe, 
we could make this into something special for us.  I have an idea..."

Bill sat looking into the eyes of the woman he loved more than life 
itself, the woman who had changed his way of looking at life, at 
relationships, at sex, and, yes, at love.  He smiled and kissed her 
softly.  "So do I.  Which idea do you want to do first?"

"Oh, yours, definitely," she cooed into his ear, and they walked hand in 
hand to the bedroom.

-------------------------------

Jackie's head was on Bill's right shoulder, his right arm curled under 
her breasts with his hand lightly caressing the left one.  Her left hand 
was stroking his penis, which was starting to respond again.

"Bill?"

"Yes, love?"

"Could you make love to Vicky?"

Bill started to move, but Jackie held him down.

After a moment of silence, Bill muttered, "That's as bad as someone 
asking me if I stopped beating my wife.  It can't be answered yes or no."

"Let's make it hypothetical.  Is there a circumstance where you would be 
willing to make love to Vicky?"

"Still no good, since I have no intention of making love to anyone but you."

"Intention.  Good.  I like that word."

Bill finally managed to turn his body so he could look Jackie in the 
eye.  "Jackie, I love you dearly, but before I answer any questions I 
have to know what prompted them."

Jackie couldn't hold his gaze and turned away before starting up again.

"You know I love you more than life itself, don't you?"

"Of course, and I would die without you."

Jackie almost winced at that, but struggled on.  "And I would do 
anything if I thought it would make life better for you."

"As would I, darling."  Bill was starting to get nervous.  Wherever this 
was headed, it had to be big for Jackie to be this serious.

"And I know we've said not having children didn't matter to either one 
of us."

"Yes, and if it did, we could always look into adoption."  Bill thought 
he could see where this was headed, now, and decided to let her talk it out.

"Well, what if we could have a child, one that would be a part of us?" 
Jackie paused, and then rushed on, "if we could find someone willing to 
bear your child and allow us to raise it, then, then..."  and she 
stopped.  And waited.

Bill, whose arm was still around her shoulders, hugged her close and 
kissed her neck gently.  "Honey, that's not a good reason to play up to 
my assistant and you know it.  Besides, it wasn't just you, you know. 
My sperm count was considered barely adequate.  And, frankly, Vicky 
doesn't appear to be the type to do the surrogate mom thing."

Jackie sighed, "I know.  She might play around with sex, but not with 
motherhood."

"Okay," Bill said, "now that you've tried to give me a logical reason 
for your request, what's the real reason?"

"God, we do know each other too well, don't we?"

Bill demurred and nuzzled her neck again.  "I don't think it's possible 
for us to know each other too well.  Especially in the biblical sense."

Jackie giggled.  "I give up.  Frankly, I'm curious and more than a 
little intrigued by our Miss Anderson.  And believe it or not, despite 
everything, I like her."

"I thought so.  Hell, I like her too, and not just physically.  After 
the work she's done for the company, I'm impressed with her as well."

"At times today I sensed she was actually herself and I liked her a lot 
at those moments."  Jackie thought a moment and added, "I think she's 
beginning to like us, as well.  So, back to the main question.  Is there 
a circumstance where you would be willing to make love to Vicky?"

"Given this discussion, yes, there is.  If you were there.  And if I 
were able to be made comfortable with the idea of being with another woman."

Jackie laughed.  "You know, getting married as virgins has its drawbacks 
in situations like this.  Neither one of us has any experience in 
sexually enticing another partner.  Of course, you don't have that 
problem here, as it's obvious she's willing to bed you.  Did you see 
that dress?"

During the last few minutes they had gradually gotten back into the 
position they were in when the discussion had started, and Bill's 
manhood was showing interest again.  "What dress?  When she came out 
back with the steaks it was almost as if she was in a lacy bikini!  Did 
you know what she would look like in the sun when you sent her out?"

Together they said, "Of course!"  And laughed.  Soon the laughing turned 
to giggling, and then sighing, and then Jackie was on top and they were 
moving together, Bill letting her control things until she had crested 
twice, then Bill moved on top and stroked deeply into her, soon reaching 
his peak, with Jackie gaining one more blissful orgasm as he came inside 
her.

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The key was Bill getting past the notion of being in bed with someone 
who was not his wife.  And they both knew he needed to feel some sort of 
connection with the 'other woman' before he could do it.  Since Vicky 
was actively trying to get him into bed, he and Jackie thought they 
could turn that to their advantage.  They would need to steer Vicky into 
becoming a friend, or at least acting like one.  They knew she was 
smart.  They hoped she would pick up on the idea.

Jackie laid the foundation in a couple phone chats and a shopping trip 
with Vicky.  She dropped hints about how she and Bill had been friends 
long before they saw each other 'that way,' and how it wasn't until he 
was comfortable with her as a person that he was willing to even touch her.

Bill did his part by being very appreciative whenever Vicky did 
something personal for him, yet still backing off when things got even 
close to being sexual or physical.  For him it wasn't a stretch.

Vicky got the hint.  And again, thought about backing out.  Only this 
time, it wasn't because she thought they knew she was rich.  By now, two 
months had gone by and she hadn't been even close to getting Bill 
anywhere alone, let alone into bed or away from Jackie.  A long phone 
chat with Rhonda steeled her reserve, however.

During that chat, Rhonda crowed over the fact that Vicky hadn't even 
gotten to first base.  "I knew it!  I knew it!  You need the money to 
get what you want.  All you are is a rich bitch who is cruising her way 
through life.  I'll bet that you could try for a year and not even get 
him in bed with you.  Screw the idea you could get him to divorce his 
wife, you could spend a year locked alone in a room with him and you 
wouldn't get to first base!"

That was it, a way to salvage face!  "So, you think I can't even get him 
in bed with me, right?" said Vicky.

"Darn straight that's what I think!  In fact, I'd be willing to talk to 
the others and give you a little break.  I think we could give you until 
the day after Thanksgiving to get him to plant you.  That would be one 
year from the start of the challenge.  If you could accomplish that, I'd 
be willing to call it a done deal."

Rhonda was as good as her word.  The others agreed, having gotten the 
same reports she had on Vicky's non-progress.  The challenge was 
changed.  The rules stayed the same - the Bellman's couldn't know she's 
rich and she couldn't blackmail them, but otherwise, anything goes. 
They were enjoying this little drama at Vicky's expense and frankly 
didn't care which way it went.

Vicky, on the other hand, felt liberated.  She didn't have to break them 
apart, just get Bill in bed with her.  The pressure was off!  No 
marriage, just a one night stand and she would win!  What she wouldn't 
admit to herself was that deep down inside, she was glad she didn't have 
to force Jackie and Bill apart.

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After that there wasn't a weekend that went by that Vicky, Bill and 
Jackie didn't do something together, including plays, sporting events, 
even renting a sailboat and going out on Lake Michigan (a small boat, 
since Vicky still had to be careful about showing too much money. 
Funny, she found herself enjoying it more than one of her cruises).

Bill was becoming more comfortable around her, able to think of her as a 
person, rather than a beautiful blonde.  Jackie had been able to do that 
from the start, but was pleased to find Vicky letting down some 
barriers, even with her.  What was interesting to Jackie, however, was 
that it was becoming more and more obvious that Vicky had a big secret, 
one that she seemed to be more and more worried about.

"Bill?" Jackie asked while they were languishing in bed one Sunday 
evening early in November.  "I think it's time to move things ahead a 
little."

"Hmm?"  Bill was still a little distracted, running his fingertips over 
a nipple and watching it perk up again.

"Bill!"

Bill sighed and moved around so he was facing her.  "Yes, love of my life?"

Jackie smiled, "Yes, I know, you would be content to leave things as 
they are.  And I know it's strange that I'm the one doing the pushing 
here.  Still," she sighed, "I can't help but wonder what would happen if 
you experienced another woman and found something that I didn't have."

Bill tried to speak up but Jackie shushed him and told him to let her talk.

"Honey, I know the chances of it ever happening are almost nothing.  But 
we have a chance to find out right now, and I need to know."  Jackie 
hesitated a moment and then plunged ahead.  "I've always worried that 
someone else, someone better would come along and find the same things 
in you that I found, and take them away.  If we go ahead with Vicky, and 
you enjoy yourself, and still want me instead, I won't ever have that 
worry again.  I know it's crazy, but, believe me, I've thought about it 
a lot, especially since she's come into our lives."

"And besides," Jackie continued, "I've come to care about Vicky a lot 
myself, and I know that our relationship can't continue the way it is. 
At some point, for whatever reason, she has to bed you or she will end 
up going away."

At this point Bill had to speak up.  "Don't you think bedding me will 
end it?  After all, that seems to have been the original point."

"Originally, yes, I think that was the point, but somewhere along the 
way I think it's become a matter of pride for her.  At first I 
occasionally saw a look of frustration in her eyes.  Lately the look 
seems to be more one of desperation.  She's taken to drinking more at 
meals and clinging to one of us as we leave."

"Yes, I've noticed that and wondered about it.  Clinging to me makes 
sense, but clinging to you?"

"I know.  That's another reason we need to step things up if you can.  I 
don't think she meant to like us as a couple, and now she does.  I think 
we may all be hurt if we don't bring this to some kind of conclusion."

"Are you telling me that now it's a 'pity fuck' we're talking about?"

"No.  Yes.  Maybe.  I don't know."  Jackie stopped.  She realized she 
had just talked herself into a dead-end and didn't know what to do.

Bill lay back and thought a while with Jackie on her side against him, 
idly running her fingers over his chest.  "Okay, here's what we do.  We 
invite Vicky over for Thanksgiving dinner.  We make sure she has plenty 
to drink, then insist on her staying the night.  Then we'll... well, 
we'll see how it goes."

"Thank you.  You are too good to me, you know."

"Nonsense.  I just do my best and hope it's good enough.  And Jackie? 
You're right about Vicky.  I've seen that look, too.  Even though it 
might end our relationship with her, it has to be done, and soon, if 
only for her sake."

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Vicky tried not to be too pleased with being invited to Thanksgiving 
dinner.  After all, she'd been to many dinners at their home and nothing 
had come of it.  But with the deadline coming the day after Thanksgiving 
it was almost too good to be true - like she was being given one last 
chance...

Damn, what had she come to?  Here she was, one of the most sought after 
women in the world, feeling helpless over going to a holiday dinner! 
Why was she still pursuing this?  The Tabloids had been hinting for 
months over her disappearance, offering various tidbits about possible 
drug or alcohol rehab or financial ruin being the cause.  Of course, 
she'd better be careful or the alcohol rehab could come true.

Why couldn't she let it go?  Rhonda's smirk meant less than nothing at 
this point.  She could survive that.  To all of her 'friends' it was 
joke, anyway, she knew that too.  Why then?  Why?

She shook her head as if to clear it.  Whatever.  She was going through 
with it.  And this could be a great opportunity if she used it 
correctly.  Maybe if she found a way to stay overnight.  That's it! 
Find a way to stay overnight, and then find a way into their (she shook 
her head again) HIS bed.  Late at night, everyone tired, maybe sleeping 
off the wine... YES!  That's the way to do it!

Having made her decision, Vicky became very cheerful, both at work and 
on their outings.  Both Bill and Jackie noted the change, and were hopeful.

----------------------------------------

Thanksgiving Dinner.  Three people, trying their best to be good company 
for each other.  All three trying not to notice the forced comradery and 
failing miserably.  Overly courteous and helpful.  Chipping in and 
working together to set the table and layout the food.

Sitting before the spread and each giving thanks - innocuous thanks, 
working hard to be simple and careful not to say anything that could be 
taken to have a second meaning.  Many murmurs of appreciation of the 
food, which was barely tasted due to the mood.  Many refills of wine all 
around the table.  And then the dinner was over and the real challenge 
began...

"Well, Vicky," began Bill, "We're so glad you could join us.  This has 
been one of the nicer Thanksgiving dinners we've had in a while."

"Yes," Jackie continued, "we certainly have enjoyed your company.  In 
fact, I'm a little nervous about having you leave."

Vicky, who was about to start her efforts to stay the night, stared at 
Jackie.  Was Jackie about to say what she thought she was going to say?

"Yes," added Bill, "so am I.  I think we emptied two full bottles of 
wine, and even with a meal that size, I'm not so sure we should let you 
go driving off into the night."

Vicky was floored, and having a hard time not showing it.  They were 
inviting her to spend the night!  Suddenly, she was unsure of herself 
again.  "Uh, that's real nice of you, but I guess I could get a cab..." 
  What was she doing?!  Fortunately for her Jackie immediately let her 
off the hook.

"Nonsense.  Then you'd still have to come back for your car sometime 
this weekend.  It'll be much easier if you just stay the night.  We have 
plenty of room."

"But I have nothing to wear."  'Stop it, stop it, stop it!' her mind 
shrieked at her!  This time it was Bill who came to her rescue - and set 
her mind roiling again.

"Oh, nobody here but us chickens.  If you really need something for bed, 
I'm sure Jackie has... well, maybe I have an oversized t-shirt or 
something."

Vicky was sure there was a twinkle in Bill's eye when he said it. 
Suddenly, the wine and the meal and the whole situation came crashing 
down on her, and she staggered over to the sofa and plopped down on it. 
  Jackie became immediately concerned.  "Are you all right?  Can I get 
you water or something?"

Vicky just stared from Jackie to Bill and back again.  Then she slowly 
shook her head.  Finally, she smiled.  "How big a bed do you have?"

Now it was the Bellman's turn to be stunned and sit down across from her 
in separate chairs.  They looked at each other, then at Vicky, then back 
at each other.

"Queen-sized."  Jackie murmured.

"It'll be a little snug."  Bill added.

Looks passed between all three and they all laughed.  And laughed.  And 
when they slowed down, they looked at each other and started laughing again.

Eventually, all three were on the couch, with Bill in the middle with 
his arms around both women.

"Okay, we're all after the same thing here," Vicky said, "but I must 
admit, I'm a little surprised."

"Actually, you just surprised me a little," chimed in Jackie.  "I was 
sure you meant to be just with Bill."

"That was the plan," Vicky admitted, "but the plan has changed.  I just 
can't do it without you being there.  Before I go any farther, though, I 
have to know.  As best as I can determine, you two have been completely 
faithful to each other for several years at least, and you, Bill, have 
shied away from anything approaching a sexual nature with me.  What 
changed?"

It was Bill's turn.  "It's worse than you think.  We were both virgins 
when we got married and have never had sexual relations with another 
person, at least beyond kissing and petting."

"And now?"

Jackie jumped in.  "I saw this as a chance to try something so that Bill 
would never have any regrets about it.  And," she admitted, "I must say 
that I've become quite fond of you.  That doesn't mean," she quickly 
added, "that I'm after you for a bed partner.  I just..."

Vicky looked at Jackie, reached up and removed Bill's arm from around 
her shoulder and moved across the room to one of the chairs.  "There's 
something I have to tell you."

Jackie interrupted.  "No, you don't.  We don't need to know.  It's all 
right!"  She almost jumped up, but Bill held her back.

"Jackie," Bill said softly, "She does have to tell us.  We can't do it 
if she doesn't."

"Bill's right," Vicky added.  Jackie sat back, concerned, but resigned.

"This all started almost a year ago to the day, when I was at a little 
party with my friends.  My friends... yeah," she murmured.  "At the 
time, they were my best friends in the world."  She shuddered, then went 
on to describe the conversation.

Jackie and Bill listened raptly, fascinated with how the challenge was 
proposed, and why.  Nodding their heads as she detailed how it had been 
set up.  Finally, she told them the change that they'd made, when it was 
obvious that she wasn't going to split them up.

After a moment of silence, Bill spoke up, "You said there were 
conditions made so that it wouldn't be too easy, but didn't tell us what 
they were..."

Vicky sighed, "I couldn't let you know about my money, and I couldn't 
blackmail you."

"But what difference," Jackie said, "would knowing about your money 
make?  And didn't you tell Bill at the interview that you weren't 
hurting, just looking for something to do?"

Vicky stood up and started to go to the closet to get her coat.  Bill 
jumped up and got in front of her and looked her in the eye.  "Where do 
you think you're going?"

"Look, I'm not really drunk and you know it.  It's time for me to go. 
I'm sorry about the job, but I'm sure you understand..."

"No!" Jackie snapped, "We don't understand!  YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE!"

"YES I DO!"  Vicky shouted.  "LET ME GO, DAMMIT!  IF I TELL YOU THE REST 
I CAN'T STAY HERE, AND I CAN'T STAY HERE WITHOUT TELLING THE REST!"

"So," Bill calmly said, maintaining his eye contact, "Why don't you tell 
us.  It'll probably make you feel better in the long run, no matter how 
it turns out."

Vicky stared into Bill's eyes, and suddenly wished... NO!  That could 
never happen, nor could she live with herself if it did.

"Okay."  Vicky motioned with her eyes back into the living room. 
"Please sit down."

"Only if you do," Jackie replied.  "We're not giving you a clear shot at 
the door."

Vicky smiled wanly.  "You will."  Once they were all seated again, Vicky 
looked at each of them and said, "I'm Victoria Helena Andrews-Hawkes." 
Jackie and Bill looked at each other and shrugged.  Vicky continued.  "I 
was married to Reginald Hawkes, of Hawkes Aviation.  He died four years 
ago and left me everything."

Both Jackie and Bill raised their eyebrows at this and Bill was about to 
speak up when Vicky held up her hand.  "There's more.  I'm also an heir 
to the Lockhart Pharmaceutical fortune.  I guess I'm worth around 400 
million dollars right now."  She sat back and waited, expecting either 
shocked horror at what she had done, or a look of avarice in the eyes of 
the Bellman's.

She got neither.  Bill looked puzzled.  Jackie took a long look at Vicky 
and started laughing!

"Oh! My! God!"  Jackie wheezed out between guffaws.  "Oh my fucking God!"

"What?!"  Both Bill and Vicky were starting to get upset.

"I called it.  I fucking called it and I didn't even know it."  Jackie 
had tears in her eyes she was laughing so hard.  Bill and Vicky looked 
at each other and shrugged their shoulders.  What was she talking about?

"The, the office... The interview... introduced... " Jackie tried hard 
to pull herself together.  "I asked you why you weren't a model or 
married to money.  I thought I got a reaction, but I didn't realize," 
she wheezed before continuing, "I hit it right on the nose!  You must 
have thought," another wheeze, "I knew all about it right then!"

Vicky nodded and started to laugh herself, "Of course.  I'd forgotten 
all about that.  For about two seconds I was sure you knew me and the 
challenge was gone before I even got started.  But when Bill jumped in 
and you blushed I realized you didn't know and was able to pull myself 
back together."

Then they both turned to Bill.  "And you didn't have a clue!"  They 
collapsed on the floor, the laughter out of control.  Bill was feeling a 
little put out, and when Jackie and Vicky looked at his face, they 
started up again, tears streaming down their cheeks.  They met in the 
middle of the floor, on their knees, holding onto each other for dear life.

Once they calmed down a little, they stopped and looked into each 
other's eyes.  Jackie brushed back a strand of Vicky's hair and looked 
with wonder into Vicky's deep blue eyes.

For her part, Vicky seemed to be just as enthralled with the enormous 
green eyes facing her.

A message seemed to pass between those eyes, and slowly, surely their 
mouths approached and lightly touched.  A moment apart, and then again 
the movement forward and another, deeper kiss ensued.  Jackie's hands 
started sliding down Vicky's chest, a little moan in her throat as she 
felt another woman's breasts for the first time.  At the same time, 
Vicky's hands worked their way down to Jackie's tight little rump, and 
she too found herself getting into this new experience.

Bill watched this for a couple minutes, shook his head, got up and 
headed for the stairs.

"Where are you going?"  Jackie managed to get out.

"I'm going to bed."  Bill grumped.

The women looked at each other and started laughing again.

Bill snorted and turned.

"Wait, please, don't go away mad," Vicky was able to say.

Then Vicky and Jackie looked at each, turned back to Bill and chortled 
in unison, "Just go away!" and dissolved into laughter one more time.

Bill made another disgusting noise and trod loudly up the stairs, but it 
was all an act.  He knew that all three of them would be in bed before 
long, and he no longer had any doubts about making love to Vicky.

--------------------------------

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Okay," Bill said, "You love each other.  What about me?"

"What about you?" they chimed in together, and giggled.

Bill was thinking about putting on the grump act again, but just 
couldn't do it.  After all, two of the loveliest women he had ever known 
were on each side of him, and they all were feeling very, very good. 
"You know, Vicky.."

"Yes, dear."

"I never did find a t-shirt for you."

"That's okay."  She giggled, "It's the thought that counts."

"And speaking of thinking," Jackie interjected, "are you thinking of 
things that might help Mr. Dicky get back up and pumping?  After all," 
she pouted, "it's my turn again."

Bill sighed.  "The things I have to do for love... "

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