SEALING A BUSINESS DEAL

I suppose it wasn’t strange that during the meal our male guest hardly took his eyes away from my cleavage. As innocently as I could manage it I had made sure to keep bending forward so that my breasts seemed to be on the point of popping out of my low-cut dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my very large breasts were moving freely beneath the thin covering of my cotton dress. When Mr. Carnegie stood up, at the end of the meal, l could see a very prominent bulge distorting the front of his trousers. 

I nervously glanced at my husband and saw that he too was displaying his arousal. I was surprised that it excited him to have his wife displaying herself so lewdly to another man. It had been my husband's idea that I use my curvy body to influence his client into giving him his account. My husband's business had been hit hard by the recession and he desperately needed Mr. Carnegie's business to keep him afloat. I am a good wife and would never have done such a coarse thing had I not realised just how desperately we needed the man’s goodwill but it had needed quite a few glasses of wine, before he arrived, to give me enough courage to show off my body like that. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or some sluttish streak I had not known I possessed but suddenly, knowing that I had aroused the businessman and my husband, made me very horny and elated. 

I stood up, as Mr. Carnegie left the room to go to the bathroom, intending to clear the dishes from the table when my husband grabbed me and holding me against him, despite my protests, he jerked my skirt all the way up to my waist and tucked it into the belt so that he could stroke my sex, through the sheer material of my panties. I was still feebly protesting, but making no efforts to move away, as I closed my eyes as my naughty husband stoked up my arousal further. I did gasp with shock when I felt him pushing the gusset to one side and begin stroking my engorged clitoris because I felt he was going too far and that our guest would be returning at any moment. I did try to move away to no avail and was on the brink of climaxing when something or some noise made me open my eyes. I blushed furiously when I saw that our guest had returned and was standing at the door looking at what my husband was doing to me. Paul had not seen him and continued manipulating my clitoris as he nibbled on my ear. What shocked me more than anything was that I did nothing to stop my husband fondling me so intimately in front of a stranger. As I stared at Mr. Carnegie I shivered all over with obscene arousal. I felt liquid pressure growing deep in my sex, as my husband’s fingertips traced the length of my slit and tweaked the very tip of my engorged clitoris, and I moaned loudly as a bolt of pure lust streaked through me and a dollop of sex-cream popped out of my sex and greased my husband’s fingers.

When Paul and I had made the plan to entice the businessman into giving us his business I had of course not envisaged that it would go any further than me giving our guest glimpses of my charms so you can guess how shocked I was when the man came to stand next to me and arrogantly stroked the bare flesh above my neckline, with the tips of his fingers, while my husband continued to stroke my pussy. Blazing heat invaded my sex and caused me to open my legs even wider as Paul pulled his hand away but it was immediately replaced by Mr. Carnegie's other hand. Taking no notice of my cries of shock and outrage the man’s fingertips traced lewd patterns on the sensitive surface of my sex-mound and I felt a tightening in the pit of my stomach, and a loosening in my womb. My pussy became even more liquid as it melted with arousal and the trickle, from my sex, became a torrent and the thick sex-cream soaked my mound and the inside of my thighs. I blushed when I saw that milky white drops were glistening, on the man’s fingers, as they caught the light. Mr. Carnegie looked at his fingertips and smiled lewdly as he lifted them to his mouth and licked them clean while staring at me like a predator waiting to leap on its prey. My legs were so wobbly that I could hardly stand. The men did not speak as Paul stood on one side of me and our guest on the other as they undressed me, with their hands exploring my naked flesh as it was bared. 

By that time I didn't know whose hands were doing what but it didn't matter as I was overwhelmed by pure ecstasy. When I was naked they both stripped and I got my first look at Mr. Carnegie's prick, which was as thick as my husband's but a good two or it could have even been three inches or so longer, and I shivered all over as I imagined it sliding inside my pussy. The man slipped an arm around my waist and kissed me and tingling sensations swept through my body making feel dizzy. Knowing that Paul was watching another man kissing his naked wife added fuel to my already rampant passion.

A hand slipped down my body and I felt a thick finger slip between the swollen lips of my pussy and I gasped as it pressed inward over the inner ridges, lubricated by my sex-cream. My vaginal muscles hungrily pulled it further inward as Mr. Carnegie’s tongue moved in and out of my mouth, the same way the finger was doing inside my pussy. I plastered my naked body against his no longer caring that it was trashy and wrong. A hand grasped my buttocks kneading them hard causing my pussy to rub against Mr. Carnegie’s throbbing erection then another finger joined the first one and both shot all the way inside my vagina while a thumb pressed against my clitoris. The blend of sensations melted any inhibitions I might still have had. Two more fingers slipped inside my pussy, while a thumb moved to the tip of my clit, and my buttocks were spread and the tip of a finger stroked the rim of my hidden hole then gently penetrated it and started stroking in and out, in time with the four fingers moving in and out of my pussy. Another two fingers soon joined it so that I was penetrated by three fingers in my backside and four in my sex. I had no idea who was doing what but I didn’t care as long as they didn’t stop,

Paul slipped behind me and his hands grasped my breasts and fondled the erect nipples, twisting and pulling on them so that they felt like red hot coals. I had no control over what was happening to me but could feel my whole body vibrating with passion and I could hardly breathe as I felt my vaginal muscles grabbing at the fingers to tempt them to linger inside me forever especially as they’d located my g-spot and was rubbing it in the most exquisite manner. The men manoeuvred me so that I ended sitting on Paul's lap, as he sat on the edge of the table, and he was kneading my breasts and whispering that I was a dirty slut who was going to be fucked by two cocks, at the same time, then filled with gallons of spunk then later I would have to be punished for being such a dirty tart. I've always been turned on by dirty talking and mild punishment and hearing my husband spelling out what was going to happen to me made me do something I'd never believed I'd ever do. I begged them to take me and show me what a dirty slut I really was.

Their hands were slyly stoking the flame of my approaching orgasm to almost breaking point then Mr. Carnegie knelt between my spread legs and pressed his tongue against my leaking pussy and collected my juices and transferred them to his mouth. I could hear loud slurping sounds as he swallowed the thick cream and came back for more. I gasped with pleasure as his tongue explored the moist depths of my pussy again and again. My eyes were closed as I gave myself up to the hedonistic pleasure of having my pussy expertly licked while one of my twin nipples was being sucked and the other pinched. Paul's throbbing erection was pressing into the crack, between my buttocks as he stared down at his guest doing obscene things to his wife’s pussy. Like the slut he'd called me I was pushing my pelvis right out to encourage our guest’s tongue to skewer me even deeper but it came out of my hole and licked up the slit until it located the swollen nub of my clitoris. I gasped loudly as sucked my clit between his lips, using his tongue to lash the tip. Exquisite sensations blasted through my stomach and travelled up to my nipples so that they hardened even more. Paul used his teeth so that exquisite pain flowed back to collide with even stronger sensations coming up from my pussy, which was wide open and leaking profusely begging for something hard and long to lance inside it as I basked in the heat of arousal.

I heard Mr. Carnegie ordering me to kneel down. Normally I would have been angry to have a man speak to me to like that but I felt myself melt into a submissive bundle of nerve-ends. He asked me what I was waiting for then ordered me again to get on my knees and suck my husband's cock while he fucked my cunt like the bitch I was. I was thrilled to have him talking dirty and treating me like a slut and scrambled onto my hands and knees. My bottom was up in the air, my legs apart so that my wet pussy was clearly exposed to the stranger. My husband's hands grabbed my head and pulled it forward so that my mouth was only centimetres away from his twitching erection. I could see a drop of precome trembling on the tip as he ordered me to suck him while I got fucked like a bitch on heat, by another man. He said that he was going to pay attention to the way Mr. Carnegie's cock slipped deep into my cunt then he was going to ram his cock all the way down my throat!

His words were so obscene that I nearly came there and then. 

My lips opened wide and slid over the glans and closed around the shaft then slid downward as my husband forced more of his thick cock into my mouth. I cupped his balls, with one hand, as I continued to slide my lips further down his thick cock as I felt his knob pressing against my gullet. At the same time our guest was stretching my buttocks further apart with his fingers then I felt the tip of his cock slide down the groove and brushing against my tight anus where it lingered causing it to clench in fear. A second later the knob pressed against the entrance to my pussy, lingering there for a short while pressing against my love button, causing me to jerk and squirm wildly. At long last it plunged deep into my hole in one smooth stroke because I was so wet. My entire body was pushed forward and caused my mouth to slide all the way down my husband's cock until the head was lodged in my throat and my lips were buried in his pubic hairs. Having never taken my husband's cock so deep inside my mouth before I was struggling to breathe but somehow I managed to control my panic and pull my mouth back.

Mr. Carnegie had started to stroke his cock in and out of my pussy hard causing my mouth to become impaled again and again all the way down my husband's cock. Again I managed to control my gagging and adjusted the angle of my head to make it easier for me as my husband slipped his hands beneath me and his fingers grasped my dangling breasts so that he could tweaked my swollen nipples between his fingertips. The businessman had located my clit and started to stroke it as he thrust his huge cock into my pussy as hard and fast as he could. In my wildest fantasy I'd never imagined that being possessed by two men, at the same time, could be so exquisite. My body was being racked by tremors, originating in my pussy as I felt my orgasm building up in my womb. 

Every hard thrust of the massive prick, into the depths of my clutching pussy, caused my mouth to slide all the way down my husband's cock and every withdrawal coincided with my lips sliding up the shaft to compress behind the smooth glans so that I could use my tongue to lave the domed flesh. I collected the drops of his lubricant and swallowed them as if they were nectar. The businessman's fucking was gathering momentum and he leant against my back and his teeth were nipping at my neck and shoulders, the way a dog nips a bitch, reinforcing his dominance. He was stroking my clit in rhythm with his fucking while my husband's hands were kneading and tweaking my nipples mixing pain with pleasure until they became just one wonderful sensation. So many sensations, from so many places at the same time seemed to obliterate everything else as orgiastic pleasure took my body and mind over. Through the fog of bliss I could vaguely hear Mr. Carnegie growling thus reinforcing the sensation of being a female animal ravaged by two savage male beasts. 

The man pushed his long, cock in and out of my pussy, at top speed, causing my vaginal muscles to spasms as they tried to clutch it and keep it lodged inside its wetness forever. At the end of each inward stroke his glans battered my cervix so that it felt as if it would just flare open allowing it to penetrate my womb. My clit was throbbing, from the fierce stroking, as more sex juices were forced out by the cock.  I fucked back while at the same time angled my throat so that my husband could fuck his cock all the way inside my throat so that it felt as it I was being skewered by a giant cock entering my pussy and emerging out of my mouth. Again and again Mr. Carnegie's cock banged in so deep that it caused the neck of my womb to finally open and allow the glans to penetrate while the powerful muscles of my pussy tightened hard around the base. He growled that he was going to come and fill my cunt with his hot spunk as he kept his cock wedged all the way inside me. Had my mouth not being so full with my husband’s cock I would have begged him to pull out because I was ovulating but it was already too late and I felt wild pulsing as his prick unloaded its potent cream deep into my womb while he grunted like an animal. No longer caring that he was probably impregnating me I wiggled my bottom wildly as I felt myself starting to climax. I could feel the sticky rivulets of spunk dripping out of my pussy as I pushed it back against his embedded cock as my climax burst into a golden fireball, reaching every part of my straining body. Mr, Carnegie kept his spurting cock wedged all the way inside my pussy and womb, as I came harder than I'd ever come before. Just as I started to descend from my peak my husband grunted and shoved his cock all the way down my throat and I felt the hot burst of his semen spattering my gullet again and again. I managed to swallow most of it as my head spun dizzily while my body spasmed again as another orgasm ravaged it.

I fell over, dislodging the cock from my mouth and pussy, and lay on the carpet gasping for breath as sperm oozed out of my pussy and I struggled to clear my throat which was clogged up with my husband’s sperm. 

After we'd rested and had a couple of drinks the men were ready for me once more to give me the time of my life. They both displayed extraordinary control and fucked me into oblivion and more sperm was injected into my womb. The best part was when Paul, using my copious sex-cream and our guest’s sperm as lubrication slipped his cock into my bottom, something I'd never experienced before, while Mr. Carnegie strongly impaled me from the front with the head of his cock wedged inside my womb. I thought that I'd die from ecstasy as orgasm followed orgasm, each one stronger than the one before. They kept fucking my pussy and bottom and wore me out during a wild orgy of dirty sex I'll never forget!

Mr. Carnegie has not only given my husband his business but is a frequent visitor and has accepted responsibly for making me pregnant, as Paul cannot make a baby, and has started a trust fund for the not-yet born baby.