A Paragon of Virtue
by RLM
"Are you all packed, or do you need me to help with
something?", Mark inquired of his wife, Denise.
"I'm essentially packed. I'll be done in a few more minutes.
I don't see any reason to pack any more stuff than necessary."
"Well, we'll be gone for over a week counting the flight time
there and back. So be certain you pack whatever you'll need. We
certainly don't want to spend time having to wash clothes or
shop."
"A week", Louise reflected. "You know, that's really
ridiculous. Why in the world does the corporation need a week to
evaluate the candidates? All of you have been with the company
over 10 years or so. If they haven't been able to evaluate you
in 10 years, how do they think they will be able to do it a week.
Hell, it's not even a week at work. We're going to be on
vacation in the Cayman Islands and they think they can evaluate
your ability there? Frankly, they sound like morons to me."
"Well, I think the point is not really for them to evaluate the
candidates themselves. As you point out, they already know
almost everything they might need to need to know about our
professional ability. My guess is that the point is primarily to
allow them to evaluate the spouses. They know very little about
all of you. I could be wrong, but that's my guess."
"I'm not at all certain that I have any interest in having them
"evaluate" me." my wife replied. Her response came as no
surprise to me.
"Well, you have a point. I do know that this has been standard
practice when advancement to the level of associate
vice-president is involved. They started this when the
corporation was first formed and have never deviated from it. So
it's nothing unusual. And I hope you won't tell them that you
think they are all morons."
"What about advancements to even higher levels? Like say
vice-presidents, executive vice-president, and even CEO? Do
they take all the candidates and their spouses to the Cayman
Islands for that too?"
"No, they don't. The essential, difficult advancement is to
associate vice-presidential level. All higher appointments are
automatically made from that level, never from the outside or any
other level. So moving to associate VP level is the gateway to
the top management positions. Therefore, they are extremely
careful."
Tell me again who's going to be there", Louise asked.
"The four candidates for the two open associate VP positions,
Derrick Richardson, Bruce Heffner, Alvin Beachy, and me, along
with their wives, Carie, Rena, Sonia, and you. All of us are
currently division directors. The corporate practice is to
choose two division directors as candidates for each open
associate VP position and to interview them and their wives for a
week in the Cayman Islands. The evaluation team is the CEO,
Preston Schandel, and the three Board Members on the Management
Committee. You've actually met all of them."
"Remind me.", Louise ordered.
"The three Board Members are Ted Martenson, Eric Heaven, and
Jack Honska."
"And will the CEO and the three Board Members also be bringing
their wives?"
"I don't know. Maybe, but I doubt it. Their appointments are
not under evaluation."
"All right, I've agreed to go so you will have your shot at the
VP position, but I don't really like this. Just remember that.
Do you have the plane tickets?"
"We don't need tickets. We'll be flying in the private jet
owned by the corporation. That will be nice, I'm sure. We have
about two hours before the limo arrives to pick us up. So, you
need to get dressed if you plan on wearing anything different on
the plane trip. I'm going to wear the suit I have on."
I thought that Denise wouldn't bother to change, but I was
wrong. When she came downstairs an hour later to wait for the
limo, she had changed into a loose-fitting pair of slacks, a
sweatshirt, white socks, and tennis shoes. She was carrying a
blouse over her arm. She wore no make up or jewelry save her
wedding rings.
"I thought the plane might be cold. If so, this ought to keep
me warm. If the plane is too warm, I can always go to the
bathroom and put on this long sleeve blouse. So, either way, I'm
sure to be comfortable. If the plane is too warm, you can always
take off your suit coat and tie."
"I'm sure we'll both be fine, Honey."
The limo arrived exactly on time, 60 minutes later.
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Since we were the furthest from the private airport where the
corporation parked its jet, we were the first couple picked up by
the limo. After picking us up, the limo drove the two miles to
the Beachy's home. I got out of the limo to greet them. Alvin
smiled broadly at me as he approached. He was wearing his usual
business suit as was I. However, Sonia looked as if she were
going out for dinner. Her short dress hugged her body. It
exposed none of her ample cleavage, but it did outline her
breasts perfectly. Her hair and make up had obviously been done
that morning. She wore hose of some kind and 3-inch heels.
Alvin helped his wife into the limo. She sat beside Denise,
smiled and said hello to my wife. Alvin climbed in beside Sonia
and I sat by the door. The limo pulled away from the curb on its
way to pick up the Richardsons.
At the Richardson's house, the same scene was repeated again.
Carie's outfit was similar to Sonia's except she had chosen a
short skirt and blouse instead of a dress. Her skirt and blouse
weren't as form-fitting as Sonia's dress, but her blouse did
expose some of her cleavage. Both women looked like we were on
our way to a dinner club.
Finally, the limo stopped to pick up the Heffners. Like
Derrick, Alvin, and I, Bruce wore a business suit. His wife was
dressed more casually in pair of jeans, sweater, and heels. Her
jeans looked to be two sizes too small for her. The crease of
her ass and camel toe were both on display. The sweater exposed
the top quarter of each of her very large tits. It looked to me
like she wore 4-inch heels without stockings.
As we drove to the airport, I couldn't help but compare Denise
to the other three wives. I thought my wife was easily the best
looking of the four, but with no make up and her hair up in a
bun, it was far from obvious. I also knew for a fact, that my
wife had the largest breasts of any of the women, but in her
sweatshirt, it wasn't apparent that she had any breasts at all.
Her tennis shoes made quite a contrast with the three pair of
sexy heels the other wives wore.
The amenities on the private jet were extensive. The wine was
excellent. We had a choice of filet mignon, salmon, or chicken
marsala. Champagne was available on request. Naturally, there
were no charges.
The flight took somewhat longer than a commercial flight since
the smaller jet could not attain the higher flight speeds of a
747, but the seating was so comfortable and the food so good, no
one minded in the slightest.
Throughout the flight, Preston Schandel and the three Board
Members circulated throughout the cabin introducing themselves
again to each of us, chatting about some of the planned
activities and emphasizing that while they would be involved with
evaluations, they wanted us to all enjoy the week and to let them
know if we needed anything...anything at all.
I was somewhat surprised to note that the CEO and each Board
Member spent more time chatting with Denise than with any of the
other, more attractively attired, wives. Whenever they
approached her, she would politely put her book on the life of
Winston Churchill aside, listen, and respond to the questions
they were asking. When one left, she resumed her reading until
someone else sat down to chat with her.
Carie, Rena, and Sonia busied themselves chatting and
frequently laughing about something. Rena and Sonia looked over
at my wife from time to time, smiling or laughing. Carie,
however, seemed to pay more attention to me than to Denise. She
seemed almost sad and concerned.
Having no way to know what was going on, I decided to ignore it
and just enjoy the week. It might be the only chance I would
ever have to see the Cayman Islands.
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As I expected, the corporation had a van awaiting our arrival.
As soon as we had disembarked the plane, our baggage was
efficiently loaded in the van and we were all driven to our
luxury accommodations in the finest hotel on the Islands.
At the hotel, each couple was assigned their own personal
assistant/bellhop/valet etc. who would be seeing to our needs
for the entire week. It was obvious to me that our personal
"assistants" had not been selected at random. Jacque, our
assistant, looked like he might have come off of a Hollywood set.
His light brown olive skin was smooth and even seemed to shine.
I wondered if he used some type of body oil to get such an
effect. His handsome face reminded me of a young Harry
Bellefonte. The tight uniform he wore revealed a broad powerful
chest and well-formed biceps above a small waist and a tight,
small butt with an obvious bulge at his crotch.
He placed our baggage on a luggage carrier, smiling at my wife
continuously. When he unlocked our room and handed me the keys,
I was surprised to see that all of us had been assigned
two-bedroom suites. "Nothing but first-class for the
Corporation", I thought. While Jacque unloaded our bagged, I
carried two bags into the second bedroom and was inspecting the
bathroom when I heard the loud cry of pain from the other room.
Racing back into the other bedroom, I had a hard time believing
what I saw. Jacque was lying on the floor, blood streaming from
his nose, trying desperately to staunch the blood flow. Denise
stood a few feet away, her fists still clenched, her face a fiery
red. She was screaming at him while she dialed the phone:
"You worthless degraded pervert! You sick miserable
son-of-a-bitch. How dare you put your hands on me like that! "
"What happened?", I asked in astonishment.
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened. You walk into
the other room to inspect the accommodations. I bend over to put
one of the suitcases on this bed, and this PERVERT decides he
will take the opportunity with me bent over to first feel my ass
and then slide his hand between my thighs and feel my vagina."
"Ok. I understand. I think Jacque has learned his lesson.
You've explained things very clearly to him. I'm going to help
him downstairs. You finish unpacking, Ok.?"
My wife nodded. And then to my surprise, turned to face Jacque
as I helped him to his feet.
"Listen. I'm sorry. I overreacted badly. I was just so
startled when I felt your hand between my legs, I went overboard.
I really didn't mean to hurt you like that. If you will forgive
me, I would like to have you remain as our assistant during our
stay. At least, think about it."
I assured Jacque that Denise really was sorry and wanted him to
continue helping us. By way of apology, I gave him a $200 tip.
"That should cover any medical expenses because of your nose
bleed. Ok?"
"Sure", he smiled. "Women are just nuts sometimes." We shared
a good laugh together.
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Later that afternoon, I knocked on door of the Richardson's
room. Fortunately, Carie and Derrick were both there. "Derrick,
I'm sure you both have heard what happened in our room when our
"assistant" moved our bags in."
"Yeah, we heard. It's the gossip all over the hotel right now,
Derrick laughed."
"I need to talk to Carie privately for a moment. Would you
mind, Derrick?"
"Of course not, Mark. I'll go down and have a drink at the
bar."
"That won't be necessary. It will only take a minute. If
Carie will just step out in the hallway, I just need to ask one
or two questions."
Out in the hallway, I said, "I didn't want to ask you this in
front of Derrick, but I really need to know the truth. When your
"assistant" unloaded your baggage in your room, did he ... well..
I mean.. did he.."
Carie finished the question for me. "Did he feel my ass or my
pussy? Of course he did. As soon as he had a chance, his hand
was between my thighs against my pussy. Didn't you notice what
our "assistants" looked like. Every single one of them is a
hunk.. a handsome, well-build, hung hunk. They were selected for
the pleasure of the wives, if they should be interested. They
felt us up just to let us know that they were available anytime
we wanted to utilize their, how should I say this, ... their
"services". If we aren't interested, nothing more happens. Is
that what you wanted to know?"
"Yes. That's it. I had to know."
"Unfortunately for Jacque, he got Mrs. Ice Cunt of the century.
But he had no way to know that, and he was just doing what the
management had instructed him to do."
"Mrs. Ice Cunt?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you, but that's what all the
women call Denise. I would imagine the men have other names for
her."
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The entertainment for the first night included dinner at a
5-star restaurant followed by dancing at one of the night clubs
on the Island. The infomation packet informed us that the night
club was for adults only but we could confine our activities to
just dancing.
Denise was very uneasy about the night club. "It sounds to me
like it's going to be a sex orgy of some kind. I don't want to
go if it is."
"We can always leave if it happens to be like that. I suspect
it will be like a lot of night clubs we've been to... some
couples dancing... other couples dancing and feeling each other
up on the dance floor.. maybe some women dancing partially nude.
We'll leave if you're offended. Ok?"
"All right. That will be fine."
I hesitated for a moment and then went ahead and said what was
on my mind. "That was very nice of you to offer an apology to
Jacque today. He was surprised. I gave him a very nice tip to
pay for medical attention to his nose and to ease his hurt
feelings."
"Well. I went way too far... way too far. When I saw the
blood spurting out of his nose after I hit him in the face, I
couldn't believe that I had done that to a man. All he did was
touch me. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you like that."
"No problem." -----------------------------------
The information packet said the dress codes for men at the
restaurant was casual meaning slacks and shirts, no ties, no
coats as the weather was just too hot to permit this with
anything approaching comfort. For the women, anything was
permitted but the packet warned the weather should be taken into
consideration.
I put on a light-colored pair of slacks and a short-sleeve,
pullover shirt. I stay in shape at the gym, lift weights,
occasionally, and sort of like my appearance. My waist is small
as are my hips. My biceps and pecs are well-developed and hard.
I don't look like a professional body-builder or a Mr. America,
but I do look pretty good. All that is concealed in a suit, but
not with the short-sleeve, pullover shirt.
My wife took longer than usual to get ready. She came out of
the shower and picked out a bra and panties. This gave me the
opportunity to once more admire my wife's body. She had
incredible breasts, which no one knew about but me. Great legs
too...same deal.
Denise selected a full cotton bra and a matching pair of full
panties. After putting them on, she found a pair of pantyhose
and pulled them up her legs and thighs until they covered the
panties. Next, she searched through her suitcase until she
located a full white slip. which she slipped over her head and
tugged down over her full hips. She took her time selecting her
outfit. In the end, she chose a loose-fitting, silk, but opaque,
light-tan blouse that matched her knee-length, full cashmere
skirt. Finally, she slipped a pair of shoes with two-inch block
heels onto her feet. I suggested that she might too hot in all
those clothes, but said she would be fine since all the places
were air conditioned.
I waited while she applied a very light layer of pale red
lipstick to give her lips some color. After that, she said she
was ready. We had only 10 minutes or so until the limo was
scheduled to arrive, so we locked up our room and went down to
the lobby.
In the lobby, we found the others already present and waiting
for the limo. Carie and Rena were both wearing a short,
form-fitting sheathe that expose a lot of their breasts. The
sheathes were so tight, I assumed they were both wearing
thigh-high hose since garter belts would have shown. Carie wore
pumps with 4-inch heels while Sonia had on a pair of sandals with
straps, also with 4-inch heels. Both had on lip gloss, eye
liners, and mascara. Their nail polish matched their outfits.
Sonia had elected to wear a miniskirt with a V-neck sweater
that exposed her breasts almost to her nipples which seemed to be
the only thing that was keeping the sweater over her tits. She
had to be wearing pantyhose. The skirt was too short to wear
thigh-highs. Her heels were transparent with 5-inch heels.
Carie and Rena looked at her and then at each other. I think
they concluded that Sonia had outdone them both. Denise seemed
unconcerned about what the other women were wearing.
After checking out the competition from the other women, Carie,
Rena, and Sonia all looked over the men. I enjoyed their
inspection as I thought they liked the way I looked more than
just a little.
When we entered the restaurant, the CEO and three Board Members
all rose to greet us. The seating arrangements placed our wives
next to one of the four members of the evaluation group.
Throughout the dinner, the evaluation group carried on a
conversation with our wives. Few, if any words, were exchanged
with the candidates. If became obvious to all of us, that the
week's interview was primarily directed at interviewing our
wives, not us. I had the uneasy feeling that Denise was not
impressing the committee.
Before leaving for the night club, Preston informed us all
about the nature of the club.
"This club is unique in my experience. I'm sure all of you
will find the decor beautiful and impressive. I'm equally
certain that you will love the music. Almost all of the music is
designed for slow dancing in keeping with the ambiance of the
club. All guests have individual tables, so we will not be
seated together. There will a table for each couple and two
tables for the four members of the evaluation team."
"When you enter, you will notice that some of the tables,
including yours, do not have a light on the table. You will have
no problem seeing, but the light on your table will not be lit.
Other tables will have either a blue or red light. Each table
has a large elevated sign with a number on it. There will also
be a telephone on each table. If your table's light were lit,
your phone would be activated allowing you to call any other
table in the room whose light was also lit. Since our lights
will all be out, you will not be able to call anyone nor will
anyone be able to call you. So enjoy yourselves as you would in
any night club. Any questions?"
Sonia had one. "Well, I just have to ask. First, why are our
lights not lit and second, if they were lit, what could we and
others do, and finally, third, what's the difference between the
blue or red light colors?"
Preston laughed, "I knew someone might one of those questions.
I'm surprised at one person thinking to ask all three."
"Our lights will not be lit tonight because we want that
decision to be a personal one. Since none of you are familiar
with the club, you cannot make this decision properly. Later in
the week, we will visit the club again. At that visit, each of
you can decide for yourselves whether you want your light lit or
not and whether your want it to be blue or red."
"I've already told you that if your light is lit, you can call
other tables and persons at tables with their light on can call
you. If your light is blue, you can accept the request of the
caller or you can reject it. If your light is red, you cannot
reject any request as long as it is within the rules of the club
and comes from a table whose light is red."
"The club will furnish all of you with a complete copy of the
rules and later in the week you can decide if you prefer your
light to remain out or be lit, blue or red. Have fun."
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The club was beautiful and impressive. The management
advertised it as the finest such club in the Islands. Each table
had a linen white tablecloth, a lamp shaped in the form of a
gasoline lantern, a phone, and a large placard above the table on
which was engraved a table number.
The corporation group was seated in the same area of the club
but at separate tables just as Preston had described. The lamp
at each of their tables was unlit. Mark and Denise were at Table
26.
Within a few minutes, waiters appeared as if by magic at each
table to take their orders. In addition to wine, beer, and a
full array of alcoholic beverages, a wide selection of various
appetizers were also available. Having just eaten, Mark and
Denise both asked for a glass of wine.
There was a large dance floor, but unlike the table areas,
which were all bathed in subdued soft lighting, the dance area
was discreetly darkened. Five minutes after their wine arrived,
Ted Martenson appeared at the table and asked if their orders
were correct. Having been assured that they were, he smiled at
Denise and asked her if she would like to dance. She cordially
declined saying that she only danced with her husband. He nodded
and moved to the Heffner's table where he asked Rena if she would
like to dance. She accepted and the couple moved to the dance
floor.
After a bit, Mark invited his wife to dance and moments later
they were moving about the floor. They both saw Martenson with
Rena. She was plastered against his body, her breasts pressed
against his chest while his hands were on her ass pulling her
lower body against what Denise and Mark were certain must be a
very hard erection.
"Do you see that", Denise whispered in Mark's ear. "His hands
are not just on Rena's ass, they're caressing it. Look! See how
he's stroking her. That's outrageous and right here in public!"
If Denise was shocked with the way Martenson was dancing with
Rena, she was aghast when she saw Sonia with Jack Honska. They
were dancing the same way, but Honska's hands were underneath
Sonia's miniskirt on her ass. With the skirt concealing his
hands, they couldn't tell what they were doing underneath, but
Denise had a pretty good idea from the way the woman's hips were
undulating.
Her friend Carie was with Eric Heaven. "At least, he's not
playing with her ass", Denise thought. But then as she watched,
she saw Eric tilt Carie's face upward and kiss her passionately.
They held the kiss for several minutes and it was obvious that
Carie had her mouth wide open.
While their wives were dirty dancing with the Board Members,
their husbands, Derrick, Bruce, and Alvin were sitting alone at
their respective tables.
Before the number ended and they left the dance floor, Denise
was further shocked by the sight of one woman dancing with both
breasts out of her dress and fully exposed. Her partner was
taking full advantage by holding both globes as she moved to the
music. Another woman had her dress pulled to her waist with both
of her partner's hands inside her exposed panties. That was more
than Denise could stand.
Turning to Mark, she said, "We're leaving. Now."
"How?", Mark asked. "We don't have a car and I have no idea
where we are on the Island."
"There must be a cab outside. Arrange for a cab to take us
back to the hotel. I'm not staying in this..this.. this den of
iniquity any longer."
"All right. I'll inform Preston. You stay at the table so I
can find you."
Schandel was very understanding and accommodating when Mark
informed him that Denise wished to leave. He wouldn't hear of
them getting a cab. Instead, he arranged for the limo to take
them back to the hotel. Thirty minutes later they were back in
their hotel room with Denise still fuming over what had happened.
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The next afternoon, Denise was reading her book on Churchill
while relaxing beside the hotel's indoor pool. She wore a very
modest one-piece suit with slippers. She also had a large towel
spread over her legs as she enjoyed her book.
Carie was sitting a few chairs away wearing a bikini with
heels. The two had spoken briefly, but Denise still remembered
watching Carie kissing Eric Heaven and didn't know what to say to
her.
When Eric Heaven came into the pool area and sat down beside
Denise, Carie wasn't surprised. She had expected it, sooner or
later. Although out of earshot, she watched the two of them.
For ten minutes or so, Denise listened politely, making a few
comments of her own on whatever topic they were discussing.
It was another five minutes before Carie saw the reaction she
had been expecting. Denise sat bolt upright in her chair, picked
up her things, and walked away without so much as a smile or a
word to Heaven who was left sitting alone. Embarrassed, he too
left a moment later, but in a direction opposite from that which
Denise had taken.
Carie got up and followed Denise to her hotel room. At the
door, she knocked and heard Denise ask, "Who is it?"
"It's Carie. Are you alone?"
"Yes. Mark's visiting with Alvin, I think."
"I would like to talk to you if you don't mind. I think you
need to hear what I have to say." A moment later, the door
opened, and Denise motioned her friend into the room. Although
still uncomfortable from seeing Carie kissing Heaven and from her
encounter with the man ten minutes earlier, she still managed a
smile for her longtime friend.
"We've got some wine and cheese or a soft drink. Would you
like something?", Denise asked.
"No, thanks. I just want to talk to you and I want you to
listen until I finish. Afterwards, I expect you will throw me
out of the room and probably never speak to me again, but someone
needs to talk to you and there's no one else other then me who
will do it. Are you willing to listen?"
Denise was getting more and more uncomfortable, but what could
she say. Her friend was obviously very serious. "All right. Go
ahead. What is it?"
"I've made a list so I don't leave anything out. First: Your
husband is clearly the best qualified man in the corporation for
appointment to associate VP level. Mark has the support of every
division director, and most, if not all of them, believe that he
should be the next Senior Executive Vice President, who, as you
know, effectively runs the entire corporation."
"Not only does Mark have the total support of all the division
directors, he is also the first choice of the CEO and all members
of the Board."
"That's wonderful! Thank you for telling me this.", Denise
exclaimed.
"Don't interrupt. Just listen and try to learn something."
"Second: The reason Mark has such total support is not just
because he has the most talent and the best ideas of anyone in
the firm, he is also the most honest, the most generous, the most
helpful, and the most caring person anyone knows. For example,
two years ago, Derrick was not doing well. We were both fearful
that he was about to be fired for lack of productivity. He was
doing his best, but it wasn't enough."
"One morning, Mark walks into Derrick's office and lays a
folder on his desk. He says he's had an idea for a major
renovation in the manufacturing procedures, which if they work,
will save the firm millions upon millions of dollars every year.
He says the outline of the idea and concepts are in the folder,
but he doesn't have time to pursue any of them and they're in
Derrick's area anyway, not his. Your husband says, "If you think
there's any merit to the idea, run with it. If not, sorry I
wasted your time." Then he just leaves."
"Of course the idea is brilliant. It works perfectly.
Derrick's job is not only saved, he is promoted to Division
Director. And your husband refuses to take any of the credit.
He has done this sort of thing for a countless number of people
in the firm. Half of the programs the top management implement
are Mark's ideas. And he always allows them to take full
credit."
"Third: Mark has worked like a dog for ten years and won the
respect and admiration of everyone around him. But he's not
going to be selected for an associate VP position!"
Denise couldn't restrain herself any longer. "Why not? How
can they possibly not select him?"
"Because the major responsibility of management is close huge
deals worth tens.. hundreds of million of dollars. With some
clients, this often takes more than outstanding ideas and talent.
And none of the division directors, including Mark, have that
extra something that is often required."
"What don't they have?"
Carie shook her head. "None of them have a pussy. But their
wives do and that's what this week of interviews is all about."
Denise started to explode, but Carie held up her hand. "Don't
open your mouth. Nothing but the same puritanical crap ever
comes out. Listen to me!"
"You are destroying, or probably have already have destroyed,
any chance Mark has. You constantly humiliate your husband. You
strip him of his manhood, his masculinity. You make him look like
a wimp in front of other men. You exhibit no respect for his
masculine prerogatives. You go out of your way to make it clear
to everyone that Mark gets sex with you only on your terms. Look
at what you've already done in just three days."
"You've nearly broken a young man's nose because he made a pass
at you just like all the other assistants made passes at Rena,
Sonia, and me. Second, you dress like you're going out to work
in the garden. You dress to deliberately conceal your big tits,
your legs. You never wear make up or fix your hear. Do you even
own a pair of three or four-inch heels? You generally have
enough layers of clothing on to keep you warm in the artic.
You've refused to even dance with a Board Member and then you
storm out of the club because some women are getting it on with
their men. And today at the pool, you froze out Heaven when he
asked you to go to his room. Every wife in the firm refers to
you as Mrs. Ice Cunt and none, I mean none, can understand why
Mark puts up with the horseshit you heap on his head."
Denise was crying. Carie was having none of it. "Stop crying,
you stupid bitch. Listen and learn something. How often does
Mark fuck you?"
"That's none of your business!" Denise sobbed.
"Like hell it isn't! You are ruining the best man I know. Now
answer my question! How often does Mark fuck you?"
"We have intercourse once a week."
"Intercourse? Intercourse? I asked you how often you get
fucked. Not how often you have intercourse. Once a week is
ridiculous. A man like Mark ought to be fucking you once or
twice a day, and he would be if you would be a woman to him
instead a paragon of virtue."
"When is the last time you sucked his cock?"
When Denise didn't respond, Carie said, "You never have sucked
it have you? That's beyond pathetic. When is the last time he's
licked your pussy to orgasm?"
Again there was silence. "You never allow that,do you? When
is the last time you got it in doggie position? When is the last
time you initiated sex and rode his cock? When did you last
masturbate for him while he watched you doing it? When is the
last time you wore something that shows off your big tits, or
your legs, or your panties or pussy? When is the last time you
urged him to fuck you harder or faster when he was giving it to
you? How long has it been since he's fucked your ass?"
Tears streamed down Denise's face. "I've never done any of
those things", she sobbed.
Denise was unrelenting. "Have you ever let another man fuck
you? Of course not. How you ever teased another man? Hell no!
You're not an Ice Cunt; you're a No Cunt."
Finally, Carie spoke more softly to Denise. "Honey. Tell me
the truth. Have you ever had an orgasm?" Denise shook her head.
"Denise, I have no idea whether it's possible for you to
salvage Mark's career and your marriage or not. It's probably
beyond saving, but I going to show you what you're missing. Take
off that absurd 1950's style bathing suit. Take it off right now
and get on the bed."
When Denise hesitated, Carie pulled the straps down and yanked
the suit below her big tits. When Denise moved her hands to
cover herself, Carie slapped them away. "Keep you hands to your
sides." With one motion she pulled the suit to the floor baring
the thick mat of pubic hair between Denise's legs.
Leading Denise to the bed, she pushed her down on her back.
"Raise your ass", she ordered. In a trance, Denise lifted her
hips allowing Carie to push a pillow beneath her ass to elevate
her pussy. "Now spread your legs..wide. Good. You really have
an incredible body. Amazing! Every woman I know would kill for
a body like you have, but you conceal it. Don't move."
A couple of minutes later, Carie came out of the bathroom
carrying a bowl of warm water, Mark's shaving cream, and a safety
razor. "First, we're going to get that bush shaved off so men
can see your cunt."
It took 15 minutes for Carie to soak Denise's pussy in warm
towels to soften her bush, lather the area twice, and shave her
smooth. When she finished, she rubbed body oil all over the area
to soothe her exposed skin. "From now on, you shave every
morning. It will be must easier now. I don't want to hear any
objections."
"Now, I'm going to make you feel very, very good."
Taking off her bikini and heels, Carie laid on the bed between
Denise's spread thighs. Pushing them wide, she said, "Keep your
legs wide open when a man is doing this. You're a woman, an
incredible woman.. make sure they can see it."
Denise jumped when she felt the soft warm tongue moving over
her inner thighs.. then up over her belly... down onto her mound
that was now bare. From there, back down to her thighs...
licking stroking... coming closer and closer to her pussy. When
the tongue entered the moist folds of her pussy, she groaned.
Carie moved the tip of tongue over every fold and crevice of
Denise's labia. She let it slip into the wet open hole of the
waiting vagina. Denise's hips began to move...grind...hunch.
When the tongue found her clitoris, she shrieked with pleasure.
Stripping back the protective hood, Carie's tongue attacked
Denise's erect throbbing passion button. After a minute, she
pushed two fingers into the throbbing vagina to her G-spot.
Denise's legs went rigid; her toes pointed..then curled up.
Her hands rose to squeeze her tits .. hard...then harder...
twisting her own nipples. Carie sucked the pulsing clitoris into
her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. Denise screamed, her
juices gushed out as she exploded into an intense orgasm. Her
vagina gaped open and snapped shut as one hard contraction after
another shot through her pussy. Her asshole opened and closed
with each spasm.
Denise was gasping for breath, her tits heaving on her chest.
Carie started again. Denise screamed for her to stop..that she
couldn't take anymore. "Shut up, Bitch. Spread your legs wider.
I'm not finished with you."
Denise spread wide. "Pull your legs up in the air", Carie
ordered. Denise yanked her legs up and held them with her hands
under her knees. She felt the tongue sliding through her ass
crease into her asshole. The feeling was beyond description.
Her pussy whoosed air as it contracted in an intense spasm.
Denise's moans increased in volume as she felt the tongue sliding
up and down the length of her anal and vaginal slots..finally
locking onto her engorged clitoris.
Carie continued to lick the helpless woman until her cunt had
jerked and throbbed in three more orgasms, each one more powerful
than the last. When her pussy convulsed in the final orgasm,
Denise lost control of her bladder, her urine soaking the bed
covers.
As soon as Denise had recovered, Carie rolled onto her back.
"Now it's my turn, Bitch. Get between my legs and show me that
you've learned something. Make me cum."
Five minutes later, Carie's juices flowed over Denise's face
that was still buried in the folds of her friend's throbbing
cunt. ---------------------------------------
The two naked women lay on the soaked bed covers. Their tits
still rising and falling in the aftermath of their orgasms.
Their legs were spread and both cunts still slowly pulsed. Both
clits still protruded from their protective hood as if hoping to
receive more attention.
"Ohhh Carie... Thank you.. thank you. That was so wonderful!"
"You think that was good. Wait until a hot man with an
iron-hard cock is doing it to you."
"I can't believe that I've withheld such pleasure from Mark and
myself for 10 years. I don't know how I'm ever going to make it
up to him."
"You probably can't. But I suggest you try every thing you can
even imagine.. no matter how dirty it may seem to you."
"You know that Heaven asked me to go to his room and fuck",
Denise confided.
"Of course he did. Everyone of the evaluation team is probably
going to fuck every wife, or at least find out if they are
willing to have sex. In your case, Heaven will probably alert
the others and they will just ignore you."
"Are you going to let him fuck you?"
Carie shook her head. "I know you saw him kissing me last
night on the dance floor. As soon as we returned form the club,
I went to his room. I spent over two hours with him. He fucked
me three times."
"What about your husband? Didn't he explode with anger?"
"No. As a matter of fact, it turned him on to know I was being
fucked. He wanted to hear all the sexy details as soon as I got
back to our room. He fucked me twice while I was telling him."
"Wow. I wonder what Mark's response would be. What if Derrick
wouldn't like you're doing that?"
"Then I wouldn't have told him. I would have just told him
that Heaven wanted to interview me about my attitudes to all the
extra work he might have to do as an associate VP. I would have
made up a story and stuck to it. Derrick would have chosen to
believe me, even if he didn't. Mark would do the same. But my
guess is that he would want to hear all about it. You have Mark
so totally starved for sex and the company of a hot woman, I
think he would be wild to hear every detail."
"He's starved for sex?"
"Your husband is a stud.. a hunk. Haven't you even looked at
him? Handsome face.. confident.. charming.. sexy.. smart..
talented. Those big biceps and chest.. almost no waist.. that
tight hard ass.. and what looks like a huge cock.. maybe 8 or 9
inches? How big is it?"
"About eight and half inches."
"Wow! Eight and half inches of rock hard manmeat. MMMmmmmm..
And no pussy except once a week. And even then, it's probably
not as exciting as masturbation. Unbelievable. There isn't a
woman in the firm or elsewhere who wouldn't love to have your
husband between her thighs. And I can tell you.. half the women
in the firm have done their best to get him there, but he's
resisted every time. He really loves you even though you treat
him like your slave."
Denise looked at her friend. "Girl. That's gonna change. I
mean change big time."
"Good for you! But it's probably too late for the VP
appointment. Three days have already passed and everyone is
totally convinced that you're an ice maiden."
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At 5:00 PM, Mark returned to the room and found Denise sitting
on the couch. She motioned for him to sit down beside her.
After taking a seat, he looked at his wife with a question on his
face.
"Mark, Carie and I had a long talk this afternoon. I want to
tell you what she said."
It took over twenty minutes for Denise to summarize everything
Carie had said. When he tried to stop her or protest, she
stopped him. After finishing her summary of Carie comments, she
told her husband how Carie had made love to her and brought her
to four intense orgasms.. the last one so intense she had lost
control of her bladder. Then she described in detail how she had
licked Carie's pussy and clit until she had cum hard.
When she had finished, she felt her husband's cock and found
him with a raging hard on, so hard, it throbbed and jerked in her
hand as she squeezed it.
"From this moment on, Mrs. Ice Cunt is going to change into
Mrs. Hot Cunt. If my slutty behavior ever embarrasses you, you
just have to tell me and I'll tone it down until you're happy.
There's no way I can make up for 10 years of pain and humiliation
I've caused you, but that is over.. I swear it. I've probably
ruined your career with the firm, but I'm going to try to fix
things. Are you Ok with this? I'm not going to ask you to
forgive me. Just give me a second chance to be your wife."
For an answer, Mark embraced his wife and kissed her with
intense passion. His tongue dancing inside her mouth while she
opened hers wide to receive it. His hard cock throbbed against
her mound.
"I think you need to fuck that big cock into your slutty wife's
cunt and shoot it full of hot cum."
In one sentence, Mark had heard his wife use the words "fuck",
"cock", "cunt", and "cum", words she had never used before. He
loved it! "Let's go to bed. I can't wait", he said.
"Neither can I. Fuck me right here. On the couch. Leave the
blinds open in case someone wants to watch a real stud fuck his
hot whore."
Mark quickly undressed and was amazed to see his wife simply
pull her dress up around her waist exposing her naked, shaved
cunt. She just yanked the top down to expose both big tits and
raised her legs up in the air. He saw she wasn't wearing either
panties or a bra, but she was wearing 4-inch spike fuck-me heels
that were now sticking straight up in the air where anyone in the
outdoor pool could see them. Reaching down, she spread open her
vagina with two fingers and said, "Stick that big hard cock into
my hot cunt, Stud. Fuck me hard. I need it!"
His steel hard cock slammed in to the hilt on his first thrust.
His wife squealed with female pleasure, wrapped her legs around
her lover, and pulled him into her sex saddle as deeply as
possible. His hands moved beneath her ass as he began fucking
her with one hard thrust after another. Denise grunted every
time his huge cock thudded into the bottom of her cunt.
"OOhhhh god... why..why..why.. didn't you whip my ass and make
me fuck like this..ooohhhh godddd...its wonderful...stick your
finger in my ass and cum in meeeeeeeeeee....
hurry..hurry...oohhhh god...can't wait...I'm
cummminggggggggggggg..."
Mark was right behind her... pumping one huge rope of cum into
her throbbing sex hole after another.
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The only activities scheduled for the evening were dining in
hotel restaurant followed by drinks in one of several lounges in
the hotel.
As Mark was dressing for dinner, Denise sat on the bed watching
him. "You are really a handsome stud, Honey. I'm sorry it't
taken me so long to appreciate it."
Her husband smiled, leaned over and kissed her tenderly and
more passionately. "It was worth the wait. I always thought it
would be. Aren't you going to get dressed?"
"I'll dress after your leave. I bought some new things this
afternoon and want to surprise you."
"Like those hot shoes you had on when we fucked this
afternoon?"
"Yeah. Just like that. Did you like them?"
"Couldn't you tell? I loved them."
His wife beamed. "I need to ask you a couple of things, Honey.
I'm still not certain about how you feel about my behavior.
I've been such a prude for so long, I need some guidance."
"What's the problem?", her husband asked. "I hope you'll be as
sexy and hot as you want to be. I've been starved for that for
so long."
"I'm sorry. I feel so badly about it. I plan to spend a lot
of the evening with someone on the evaluation team. Unless you
prefer otherwise, I'm going to fuck him."
"Sounds incredibly hot. Will you tell me about it?"
"Absolutely. I would love to."
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At 8:00 PM, everyone was in the hotel dining room except for
Denise. The waiters were already at their table taking orders
when Mark's wife arrived. She didn't look like the same woman.
She wore a form-fitting black dress with rhinestones around the
bodice and at various points on the dress. The dress had two
shoulder straps to hold it up. From there the V-neck plunged
almost to Denise's navel revealing the top third and inner slopes
of both of her large 36DD breasts. The garment just barely
managed to cover her nipples, both of which made prominent,
easily visible, indentations in the dress. The dress ended two
inches below the junction of her thighs with her buttocks. She
wore tan pantyhose and black pumps with five-inch heels and
silver highlighting streaks. Her hairdo was exotic with strands
curling around both sides of her face.
Her sultry green eyes were accented with eyeliner and mascara.
Her full lips gleamed with a deep red lip gloss. Rhinestone
earrings dangled from her earlobes. Each hand was adorned with
two rings; each finger ended with newly done, exotic nails.
As she walked toward the table, her breasts bounced freely
under the dress, making it obvious to everyone that she wore no
bra. The men and women were speculating whether or not she wore
panties or not.
Reaching the table, she approached Preston Schandel. Leaning
over, she gave him a breathtaking view of her tits. "I'm sorry
to be late. It took more time to dress that I thought. It's
hard to believe just how long it takes to put on so very little."
From Schandel, she moved to Eric Heaven. Leaning over, she
gave him the same view of her tits as she whispered in his ear,
"I'm sorry about this afternoon. I hope you will give me a rain
check." He smiled broadly and then his eyes dropped to her huge
tits. Denise whispered again, "No. I'm not wearing a bra." She
paused, then added, again in a whisper, "And I'm not wearing any
panties either."
Finally, she sat down beside her beaming husband. She smiled
and whispered in his ear, "Do you like your slutty new wife? Or
do you prefer the prude?" For an answer, he caressed his wife's
thigh and slipped his hand beneath the short dress. Two inches
higher up, his fingers encountered nothing but the wetness of her
naked cunt that was fully exposed by the crotchless pantyhose she
wore. "Careful, Darling. You'll make your whore cum right here
at the table."
Throughout the meal, the waiters hovered over Denise each
trying to see down her dress to see her nipples. On a couple of
occasions, she leaned forward when she knew one of them was
looking to allow him to see them.
After they had finished dessert and an after dinner cordial,
Ted Martenson approached Mark's wife and asked if she would be
interested in going to the night club with exotic male and female
dancers. "I'd love to go, but I had better check with my husband
first."
Denise got her husband aside and told him about Martenson's
offer. "Should I accept or not? If I do, you know he's going to
fuck me before the evening is over. Before you answer, I want
you to know that I want to go and I want him to fuck me, but I
will say no if you ask me to."
Mark kissed his wife and said, "Have fun. Have a lot of fun,
but come back to me."
She kissed him back, hard. "You'll never get rid of me. Not
for the rest of your life."
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Jack Honska had asked Carie if she would like to go to the same
club. She had also accepted. The got into the limo and were on
the way with Jack and Carie sitting with their backs to the
driver and Ted and Denise sitting in the back seat.
It was a six mile drive through traffic so it took almost 30
minutes to get to the club. Ted did not waste the time. As soon
as the limo pulled away from the curb, he had his lips against
Denise's, his tongue probing inside her mouth and finding her
tongue which flicked erotically against his. His right hand
sought out her breasts. She arched her shoulders to press them
into his hands.
It took only a slight push to move the dress away from the
thrusting mounds to expose both of her tits. His fingers
squeezed her nipples causing her to moan. Denise felt them
harden in his fingers. He squeezed harder causing her pussy to
throb. "God. You have incredible tits. Why did you conceal
them for three days?"
"I didn't conceal them. You knew exactly where they were. All
you had to do was come get them. Just like I've know where this
have been." Her hand wrapped around his 7 inch erection and
slowly jacked it..up and down.. feeling him throb in her hand.
Denise looked over at Jack and Carie. Jack was kissing her.
He had her legs wide open, her dress up, his hand inside her
panties. As Denise watched, Ted whispered in her ear. "Look at
his hand moving inside her panties. He's finger fucking her.
See how her hips are moving every time his hand moves."
Denise saw that Ted was right. Each time the hand moved under
the panties, Carie's hips surged forward against the fingers
moving in and out of her vagina. "Ohh god.. he's finger fucking
her. Right here in the car."
Just as she said it, she felt Ted's hand on her own cunt. He
spread her legs wide to match Carie's. Then one of his fingers
found her erect clitoris and two more sank into her wet love
tunnel. The two men watched each other as they finger fucked the
cunts under their hands. Jack matched Ted's tempo and the
fingers were sinking into the women's cunts at the same time, and
then withdrawing together.
At the same time, both women were hunching upward against the
fingers inside their pussies. Carie knew when Denise was being
penetrated just by watching the surge of her friend's ass upward;
Denise kept her eyes on the hand moving under Carie's panties
aware that Carie's ass was moving with her own.
"I think they're both about to cum", Jack said.
Denise heard Ted answer. "This one is. That's for sure. Her
cunt is throbbing like a piston."
"Shall we make them cum together?"
"No. Let's stop and let them throb. It will be hotter when
we're in the club."
Both women moaned with the fingers left their wet, throbbing
cunts. As the men led them into the club, hands on their asses,
they both felt the insistent throbbing between their thighs.
The show was exotic and wild. Female strippers alternated with
male strippers. The women stripped to just their stockings and
heels and brazenly gyrated right in front of the customers,
thrusting their pussies in the faces of the men and occasionally
the women as well. One woman even invited Denise to lick her
clit, an invitation which she declined.
The men were the same except they did not approach any of the
men around the stage. They were all well endowed and almost all
had hard erections. When one young stripper presented his rigid
cock a few inches in front of Carie, she wrapped her hand around
it and began to jerk him trying to make him cum. He escaped
before she managed it, however. When the same man offered his
cock to Denise, she pulled to closer and pushed it deep into her
mouth and began to suck him.
The crowd cheered and urged him to ejaculate into her mouth.
Denise kept sucking giving him every opportunity to do just that,
but again he escaped before cumming.
By the time the dancers had finished their shows, both women
had had several drinks and were feeling free and wild. Ted had
long since pulled Denise's dress up around her hips so that her
freshly shaved cunt was on full display to all the men around
her. Jack also had Carie's skirt up, but she wore her panties and
was less exposed.
At that point in the evening, the MC came on stage and
announced an amateur strip contest for women over 30. The prize
was $400. Several women in the audience volunteered and soon
everyone was watching them strip. Two of them stripped to just
their heels but got too embarrassed to thrust their naked pussies
at the audience. The third woman couldn't get up the nerve to
remove her panties.
Both Ted and Jack demanded that Carie and Denise enter. At
first they resisted, but then with the entire crowd screaming for
them to enter and strip.. to take it off..take it off. They
agreed to try.
Denise leaned over to Carie. "I've got an idea. Let's dance
and strip together. I'll caress you; you do me. I take off your
clothes; you take off mine. How about it?" Ten minutes later,
the two women were on stage dancing together in a tight embrace.
When Carie pressed her open mouth against Denise's, a hush fell
over the crowd. Slowly, Denise raised Carie's skirt in back and
exposed her panties. At the same time, Denise felt her dress
being raised. As she wore no panties, her naked ass was soon on
display. When the women ground their mounds together, a low moan
rose from both the men and women in the audience. Carie hand
probed into Denise's ass crack; Denise explored inside Carie's.
As they explored each other's body, the women in the audience
were being explored by the men they were with. All around the
club, women were opening their legs.
Denise pulled Carie's sweater down below her breasts freeing
both of her naked tits. Her nipples were already stone hard.
When Denise began squeezing them, her moans mixed those of the
women in the audience.
With one motion, Carie pulled down the zipper in the the back
of Denise's dress. She stepped back and pulled it from her
shoulders. It fell to the floor and Denise stepped out of it now
wearing only her crotchless pantyhose and 5-inch heels. Women in
the audience now held cocks in their hands. Moments later,
Denise removed Carie's skirt leaving her in only panties, thigh
high stockings and heels.
Breaking their kiss, Denise turned Carie so that her back was
pressed against her tits. Kneeling down, Denise removed Carie's
panties exposing the wet slit of her shaved cunt. Cupping her
tits, Denise told her dance partner to spread her legs and show
her cunt to the audience. The men leaned forward to see it
better.
Denise moved Carie to the edge of the stage and slipped her
fingers into the wet slit of her exposed pussy. She trapped
Carie's erect clit between two fingers and began to masturbate
the helpless woman. Carie's hips began to hunch and thrust. As
they did so, Denise sank two fingers into her cunt hole.
"My god..look at that..", one of the men in the audience
exclaimed. "She's gonna make her cum!"
It didn't take very long. Denise worked the throbbing
clit..sliding her fingers up and down the stiff shaft rubbing
another finger over its throbbing tip. In about a minute, Carie
stiffened, gasped, her juices spurted down her thighs, and she
trembled in an intense orgasm.
Several men in the audience ejaculated at the same time as
their women worked their cocks. An equal number of pussies also
climaxed.
When she recovered, Carie turned and whispered, "You hot slutty
Bitch. Now it's your turn." She spun Denise around and in a
loud voice ordered, "Spread your legs, Bitch. All these paying
customers want to see your hot cunt."
Denise spread wide exposing herself a few feet from the edge of
the stage. "Who wants to see this slut cum?", Carie asked the
audience in a loud voice. Nearly everyone person there began to
yell, "Make her cum... make her cum...make her cum!!"
Carie gave Denise the same treatment she had just received.
With two fingers fucking in and out of her pussy and two more
working on her throbbing clit, Denise didn't last a minute. She
grunted, her juices ran down her thighs, then she moaned, her
cunt opening and closing in full view of the audience.
The two women received a standing ovation from the entire
audience who weren't too weak to stand from their own orgasms.
Not only did they win the $400 prize, the MC offered them both a
job anytime they wanted it.
All the way back to the hotel, Ted and Jack kept the women at a
fever pitch. They had them both lying across their laps, asses
up, stroking them between their legs, spanking them erotically,
while squeezing their nipples. When the driver informed them
that they would be at the hotel in a minute or so, they women
were permitted to put on their dresses. They were both led up to
the rooms with a male hand on their ass.
We both expected that Jack would take Carie to his room while
Ted took me to his. Things didn't develop that way. Jack's room
was the closest, and as soon as he unlocked the door, the men led
us inside. Like all the suites, there were two bedrooms. Ted
led me into the second one leaving Carie and Jack in the first.
Needless to say, the men both had raging, steel-hard erections
from playing with us and watching Carie and I dance at the club.
If either of us needed any foreplay, we were out of luck.
Fortunately, we were as hot as the men.
I unzipped my dress in one fluid motion. Letting it fall to
the floor, I flipped back the bed covers, threw a pillow in the
middle of the bed, and laid down on my back with the pillow under
my hips. I bent and raised both legs and laid there slowly
running my fingers through my slit. I was so wet and so hot, it
felt like a swamp to my touch.
In a moment, a naked Ted Martenson crawled between my legs and
pressed his seven-inch cock along the length of my sex trench.
He moved it slowly up and down its length, grinding against my
throbbing clitoris. It was the first cock other than Mark's that
had touched my pussy in the last ten years. It felt wonderful!
"Ted", I whispered in his ear as he rutted up and down the slit
of my cunt. "I've never been fucked by another man since I've
been married. You're the first, and I can't wait another second.
Give it to me! Stick that beautiful cock into me and fuck me
like a whore. I don't want you to make love to me. I want to be
used and fucked... GIVE IT TO ME NOW... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!", I
screamed at him.
The next instant that huge hard shaft started into me. I came
instantly. Ted was amazed. He pushed even deeper into my
throbbing hole, and I exploded again. "OOOohhhhhh
gawd...OOOOHhhhh my god.... OOOoOOhhhhh I LOVE IT...
AAAHHHHHHHH.." My vagina clamped down on his cock and contracted
in one hard spasm after another.
I felt every ridge..every throb of the wonderful cock inside
me. When I felt him pulling out of my cunt, I came again, juices
spurted between the lips of my pussy and the huge shaft plugging
my hole.
"My god... this is wild", Ted groaned as he slammed his meat
back into me.
"UUUNNGGHHHHH". My eyes clenched shut, tongue shot out, saliva
ran from the corners of my mouth as I spasmed and throbbed under
him helplessly. His hands lifted my ass higher. He rammed me
again. "UUUNNGGHHHHH". He pulled out and rubbed his cock head
over my engorged clit.
I moaned... begged... "Nooooo..please.. don't take it out...
put it back innnnnn... I need it... fuck meeeeeeeeee with it."
Ted drove himself into me hard. The hard shaft thudding into
the bottom of my cunt. "UUUNNGGHHHHH". He hit into me again.
"UUUNNGGHHHHH". Again.. "UUUNNGGHHHHH". And then
again..."UUUNNGGHHHHH".
My ass opened to admit his finger. It plunged into my back
passage as his prick drilled me again and again. I babbled and
screamed.. grunting every time he rammed me.. "UUUNNGGHHHHH".
"UUUNNGGHHHHH". "UUUNNGGHHHHH". "UUUNNGGHHHHH".
I came again. He fucked right through my orgasm.. driving his
cock in and out of me as my vagina throbbed in hard spasms about
his shaft. Two more intense orgasms ripped my pussy and I began
to scream.. My fingers dug into his shoulders with such force
that I later found out that I had ripped his flesh.
The hard male stud in me continued to fuck in and out of my
cunt even while blood ran over his back. My legs shot out rigid,
now pointing high in the air. Every time he rammed me, my tits
and feet jerked wildly. My orgasms were now continuous. I heard
the man on me telling me he was going to unload his cum into
me...
"DO IT..DO IT...CUM IN MEEEEEEE...CUM IN MY CUNT...
"UUUNNGGHHHHH". "UUUNNGGHHHHH". "UUUNNGGHHHHH".
"UUUNNGGHHHHH".
Finally, Ted could hold on no longer. His cock exploded huge
steams of semen into my hole, filling it, until thick blobs of
his cum were rolling down my upturned ass.
He rolled off of me, but I was unable to move. My chest
heaved, tremors still shook my belly and thighs. My cunt and
vagina continued to throb and pulse. My clit remained hard and
erect. I couldn't stop moaning.
"Oh .. OOOhhhh... god... Ooohh god.. uuunnnmmmmmmm...ooohhhh
more.. oohhhh please... more... more..."
I was just dimly aware that Jack and Carie were both standing
beside the bed watching my body heave and throb. Carie told me
later that Jack had fucked her and they were resting when they
heard me screaming. They had come into the room and watched the
last ten minutes of Ted fucking me. Carie had jerked his cock as
they both watched me explode.
I heard Carie saying, "God.. Jack. She needs more cock. Get
on her."
When I felt another man mounting me, my legs flew up in the air
and spread wide. "OOOHhhh yesssssssssss... fuck me... please
..fuck meeeeeeeeee.."
I came again when Jack fucked his cock into me. He was thicker
than Ted so I felt every cock ridge even more. The feel of that
hard shaft spreading me open and sliding into my cum-filled hole
again and again thrilled me to my core. Spasms again pulsed
throughout the entire length of my sex hole.
"My god.. she's cumming again and again", Jack grunted as he
fucked me.
"OOhhhh don't stop... please.. don't take it out of me..." I
wrapped my legs around Jack's hips and locked my ankles together.
Using all the muscles of my legs, I pulled him into my saddle
and held him there, my hips dancing and thrusting against his
embedded prick. My clit throbbed..then exploded.. I fucked
against him harder, faster.. clamping my cunt hard around his
shaft.
Jack proved to be a superman. He screwed me and screwed me..
ramming his cock to the bottom of my cunt again and again. I
couldn't stop grunting and moaning: "UUUNNGGHHHHH".
"UUUNNGGHHHHH". "UUUNNGGHHHHH". "UUUNNGGHHHHH".
"UUUNNGGHHHHH".
Ted began sucking one of my nipples; Carie took the other one.
Someone's fingers worked on my clit as Jack rammed himself in and
out of my cunt. Another two fingers invaded my asshole. I came
again..then again...
There was no way Jack could keep it up. His cock throbbed,
pulsed, semen raced up from his prostate joining the sperm from
his balls. They combined then erupted deep inside my cunt,
totally filling my hole.
When Jack rolled off my body, and the fingers and mouths were
removed from my ass and breasts, I couldn't move. I lost control
of my bladder and my body quivered helplessly as my sex holes
opened and closed, still throbbing. It was over an hour before
Carie helped me dress and took me back to our room.
Mark, of course, was wildly excited, even more so when he saw
that I had been thoroughly fucked for the first time in our
marriage. Carie put me in bed and covered me up.
"Mark, I know you're wild to fuck her, but you have to let her
rest. She's been screwed harder and longer than you can believe.
She can't take any more right now. Come with me."
Carie told me later that she led my husband into the other
bedroom. She shut the door, undressed, and laid in the bed naked
with her arms outstretched. "Come fuck me, Lover. I've wanted
your cock in me for years."
Mark didn't make her wait any longer.
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When Mark awoke the next morning, Denise was still sound
asleep. He shook her awake. When she opened her eyes, he kissed
her lips. "Good morning, Sleepy Head. Would you like to go down
and get some breakfast?"
"I'm too tired, Honey. I think I'll sleep until 10 or so,
shower, and clean up. I'll meet you in the hotel bar around
12:30 PM. We can find a nice restaurant and have lunch together.
Is that Ok?"
"Sounds like a good plan to me. See you in the bar. Sleep
well." He leaned over and kissed her and then was gone.
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Denise did crawl out of bed around 10:30 AM, as planned. After
showering and washing thoroughly, she put on fresh make up and
walked nude to the closet to pick out a sexy outfit to wear for
Mark. After considering different combinations, she decided on
something simple, white, nearly transparent panties and a similar
nylon bra underneath a midthigh-length skirt, and a tight sweater
that showed some of her cleavage. Her legs were nicely tanned so
that they didn't need stockings. Instead, she slipped her bare
feet into a pair of 3-inch heels. After putting on some rings
and her earrings, she examined her appearance in the mirror and
liked what she saw.
It wasn't quite noon when Denise walked into the bar. Mark
wasn't there yet so she sat at one of the tables to await his
arrival. A moment later, Eric Heaven sat down at the table
beside her. He smiled and said, "Are you still interested in
that rain check you mentioned last night?"
Denise smiled broadly right back at him. "Very much so. Am I
going to get one?"
"Of course. I'm very interested in interviewing you about your
attitudes concerning the firm and its business. That's why we
have all of you here for the week. Shall we go up to my room?"
He stood up and waited. Denise rose, took his arm, and they
walked together toward the elevators.
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Once inside Heaven's suite, he motioned for her to have a seat
on the large sofa in the living area while he went to the wet
bar. "What would you like?"
"Orange juice and vodka, please."
"One screwdriver coming up." He fixed himself a scotch and
soda. He handed Denise her drink and seated himself in a
comfortable lounge chair directly opposite her. "You're a very
beautiful woman", he began. "I felt badly when you declined my
invitation for an interview yesterday morning."
"I'm terribly sorry about that. There was really no excuse for
my behavior.. either yesterday morning or for the first three
days of our stay on the Islands. I hope you will be willing to
overlook all of that."
"Of course. Not a problem. We all have our bad days. It's
forgotten, Ok?"
"Thank you. I deeply appreciate your attitude."
"I do need to ask you some personal and probing questions,
however. Are you comfortable with that?"
"Absolutely. Please go ahead. I'll answer as fully as I can."
Heaven began: "As you know, the firm deals in large commercial
real estate sales. These sales often run into the millions of
dollars. In addition, we design buildings and, if desired,
factories and other operational facilities for our clients. When
we provide this service, our fees run into the tens or hundreds
of millions of dollars."
"Mark is extremely talented in both of these areas. He is,
without doubt, the most creative and productive Division Director
in the corporation as well as being a fantastic engineer and
salesman. However, he has his limitations as do we all."
"With a much greater frequency than you might suspect, closing
huge deals with some clients is not a trivial, straightforward
matter. It often takes more than just creativity and engineering
excellence. Basically, some clients at the very point of signing
want to be "wooed" for a want of a better term. They want
something extra. Occasionally, they want under the table cash
for themselves. Other times, they are interested in sexual
favors. Do you understand?"
"Of course. You're talking about providing monetary kickbacks
and/or whores", Denise volunteered.
Heaven smiled. "Blunt, but to the point. I like that.
You're right. That's what I'm referring to. But sometimes a
bevy of whores is not what the client is really looking for.
This is where Mark and all our other Division Directors are
limited."
"They don't have a pussy", Denise said, quoting the line she
had first heard from Carie the previous day. "But their wives
do."
"You grasp the essential point perfectly. So let's say, for
example, that Mark is confronted with such a problem. A
potential client is balking at the point of signing and
threatening to go with a different firm. Tens of millions of
dollars are at stake. How would you assist your husband? Would
you be willing to have sex with the client?"
"No. That would be pointless."
Heaven was shocked. From the reports he had gotten from Ted
and Jack that morning about Denise's behavior the previous
evening, he had been all but certain that she would have said
"yes". He probed further. "Why do you think it would be
pointless? You're a beautiful woman."
"True, but not any more so than $1,000 a night call girls. Or
ones even more expensive for that matter. No. Such a man isn't
interested in me or any other woman agreeing to have sex with
him. He's interested in exercising power... power over another
man's wife. Getting her so excited, so wet, so hot, that she's
in his power. He's interested in seducing a wife who doesn't
intend to be seduced. He wants her to resist, but become so
aroused and hot that she ends up begging him to fuck her."
Heaven was stunned. She was obviously correct. "So what would
you do in such a situation", he asked.
"Arrange for him to seduce me without him ever realizing that
I'm doing it."
"Could you do that?", Heaven asked.
"Easily, almost without effort. And the effects would be
lasting for the long term."
"How so? How could you do that?"
"There are a variety of ways. For example, after he has
seduced me and had me every way imaginable, I cry and beg him to
please not tell my husband. I tell him I didn't intend to cheat,
but he had gotten me so hot. In the end, perhaps I tell him that
if he will not tell my husband, he can have me whenever he wants
me. I'm sure that would work nicely."
Heaven considered her comments and then remarked, "You're
right. Absolutely right. A perfect solution. I know because
I'm a very wealthy, powerful man who loves to control another
man's wife. It is an incredible high, unlike anything else I
know. I assume your are fully aware that I control your
husband's future?"
"Yes."
"Are you wearing panties now?"
"Yes. Very thin white ones. They conceal very little."
"Open your legs and show me."
Denise uncrossed her legs and spread them wide leaving only the
thin panties between Heaven's eyes and her cunt. "I need to call
my husband. He's expecting me to meet him in the bar. May I?"
"Call him, but keep your legs open."
Denise punched Mark's cell phone number and waited.
"Hello", came her husband's voice over her cell.
"Hi. I'm not going to be able to keep that lunch date with
you. Something's come up. I'll see you in our room around 5 PM
for dinner."
"Care to tell me what's come up?"
"I'm being interviewed by Mr. Heaven right now."
"What's happening? Can you tell me?"
"He's just asking me questions about the firm. Getting
information about my attitudes toward your work and the business
of the firm."
"Is he doing anything sexual."
"Some."
"Is he fucking you?"
"No. He hasn't gotten into that yet."
"Are you tits out?"
"No. I don't think so."
"Legs open?"
"Yes. I think you're right."
"You know how hard I am right now, don't you, you hot Slut."
"I have a pretty good idea. We'll take care of that later.
Right now I need to get back to the interview. I'll see you at 5
PM. Bye. Love you."
Denise snapped the cell phone shut and pulled her skirt up to
her hips fully exposing her thighs.
"Is your cunt shaved? It appears to be", Heaven remarked.
"Carie shaved it completely yesterday.
"Interesting. You remember the assistant assigned to you,
Jacque?"
"Yes. I'm afraid I treated him rather badly."
"You did. In fact, what you did was outrageous. Take out your
tits. Just pull your sweater and bra down and take them out."
"I'm still upset over your behavior. I carefully selected that
young man for your pleasure. The result was that he has been
physically injured; his pride and masculinity have been insulted;
his standing with his peers is badly tarnished. He is being
forced to endure constant disparaging remarks from the other
assistants."
"I'm terribly sorry. I have apologized", Denise stammered,
with both breasts sticking obscenely out of her sweater with both
nipples at rigid attention.
"Your apology was wholly and totally inadequate. You
apologized with your mouth. You needed, and still need, to
apologize with your cunt and ass. Take off your panties."
A moment later, her thin, white panties were lying on the
carpet, her naked, shaved cunt on full display.
"Did you even look at Jacque? At his incredibly body.. his
bulging biceps, his perfectly sculptured chest, his small waist,
and his incredibly tight butt."
Denise lowered her eyes and said meekly, "No."
"You were an incredibly stupid bitch."
"Yes. I know."
"Move your ass to the edge of the couch and pull your legs up
high. Bend your knees. You're a woman. You know the position."
"Did you check out the size of Jacque's cock?"
"No. I wish I had", Denise moaned with her cunt and ass
elevated and fully exposed to Heaven's eyes.
"It's eleven thick inches. I selected him just for your cunt."
Denise moaned and Heaven saw her cunt throb.
"Hold your cunt open while we talk."
"I expect you to apologize appropriately to Jacque this
afternoon, again this evening, tomorrow, and whenever else he
desires more apologies from you."
"I will. I promise", Denise moaned, her juices now flowing out
of the wide open hole of her pussy.
"And do you understand the appropriate manner a woman
apologizes to a man for insulting him as you have?"
"Oh yes. I know", Denise whispered, juices now seeping the
exposed cheeks of her ass.
"All right. I will be checking with Jacque tomorrow and the
next day to be certain that he is satisfied with your apology.
You may go and thank you stopping by for this interview."
"You're not going to fuck me?", Denise asked, astounded.
"Later. Right now, you need to be apologizing to Jacque."
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At 4:45 PM, Mark let himself into their room to meet his wife
for their dinner date. His cock was hard thinking about what had
probably happened earlier in Heaven's room. As soon as he was
inside their suite, he heard Denise moaning in one of the
bedrooms. The bedroom door was open. Mark looked in....
Jacque had Denise in the middle of the bed. She was naked
except for her heels. Her legs were up in the air with her knees
bent and spread wide. Jacque was between her thighs with his
hands under her ass. Mark could see his huge ebony cock moving
in and out of his wife's pussy. Every time it sank into her
hole, more of her juices seeped out around it. Her pussy was
stretched into a huge circular hole by the dick pumping inside
her. It seemed like it should be impossible for her to take it.
Jacque was ramming it into her hard and fast...all the way in
and almost all the way out on every stroke. He was fucking her
so hard, her tits were dancing on her chest and her feet were
pumping up and down in the air in time to his thrusts. Denise
shrieked and grunted every time the cock thudded into the bottom
of her cunt. And every time it did, there were more grunts and
howls of pleasure. She was moaning and begging him for it.
"Oohhh godd... It's so damn big! AAuugghhh... Ugh Ugh Ugh.. I
love it!! Hard, Lover. Harder! FUCK ME HARDER! OOHHH SHIT..RAM
MEEEEEEE."
Denise came, and then she came again and again. Finally,
Jacque told her that he was going to cum in her and fill her cunt
full. She went wild, absolutely wild. She started hunching her
hips up to him trying to get his cock even deeper inside her
vagina. Her heels were jerking and dancing back and forth in
the air every time he fucked into her. She was moaning and
begging him for it, "OOOHHHH YESSS...SHOOT IT INTO ME, JACQUE.
PUMP MY CUNT FULL, BABY. GIVE IT TO ME. OOOHHH FUCKKKKK
MEEEEEE!"
Toward the finish, he buried his cock all the way into her
pussy, held it there, and then hit her hard with a series of
short thrusts. She screamed when she felt him shooting it in.
Mark saw Jacque's buttocks contracting hard, again and again,
knowing that every contraction was shooting cum into his wife's
cunt.
Finally, the fucking slowed and stopped. Denise wrapped her
legs around his back and held him inside her as deep as possible.
At the same time, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and
hugged his chest against her breasts. They stayed locked
together like that for several minutes before she eased her grip
and let him withdraw his penis from her pussy.
When he pulled it out, Mark was shocked. Even semi-hard, his
cock was incredibly big. It must have been 10 or more inches
long, but the most amazing thing was its thickness. It looked
like a huge log. He told Denise to suck it.
She tried but couldn't get all of his cock into her mouth. He
was just too big, too thick. She kept sucking while he played
with her pussy. After just a little bit, he started getting even
harder. As it grew in size, she couldn't take nearly as much of
it. Mark couldn't understand how she could have possibly gotten
all of it into her pussy.
After a bit, she had him fully hard again. Jacque pulled his
cock out of her mouth and told her to get on all 4s, put her head
on the bed and arch her ass up in the air. She couldn't do it
fast enough.
Mark's cock throbbed when he saw Denise in doggie position.
Her head was resting on the bed; both of her breasts where
hanging downward toward her head; her back was arched in a bow
thrusting her ass high up in the air. She supported herself on
her knees, which she had spread wide apart. Her legs were bent
at the knee so that her heels pointed straight up. Jacque was
holding Denise's hips preparing to put his cock into her widely
stretched, wet cunt. She was so slickened with his cum and her
secretions, the thick shaft sank smoothly into her sex hole on
the first thrust. Once seated in her hot pit, Jacque began to
thrust in and out of her, his sex gun making obscene sucking
sounds as he fucked the woman.
It took Jacque longer to finish this time than the last. He
continued to fuck the squealing, moaning wife through one orgasm
after another until he announced, "I can't hold it any longer you
hot Slut. Gotta cum."
Denise screamed, "DON'T HOLD IT! SHOOT IT WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED
TO GO.. UP MY HOT CUNT.. CUM IN ME, JACQUE. SHOOT IT IN!"
Jacque rammed into her all the way, held his loaded sex gun
against the opening of her womb and fired his load straight into
the open hole. When he was finished pumping his load into
Denise, Jacque collapsed over her back. Denise was gasping for
breath.
Seeing they were finished for the time being, Mark crept
quietly into the room, undressed, and joined the couple on the
bed. Jacque smiled as Mark hoisted Denise's ass up into the air.
His eight-inch cock slipped easily into her gaping hole. His
wife began moaning again when she felt a new hard cock fucking
her. ---------------------------
Around 8 PM, they took a quick shower, dressed, and went to the
hotel's dining room for a quick dinner. Afterwards, they all
hurried back to their room, anxious to ravish each other's bodies
again. It was midnight before they all fell asleep, Denise
between Mark and Jacque.
At 2:45 AM, according to the lighted digital clock on the
bedside table, Mark was awakened. He was lying on his side
facing the table. His wife pressed against him, her body rocking
rhythmically back and forth. Her arms hugged his chest tightly,
her voice a hoarse whisper in his ear.
"Oohhh he's fucking me... mmmmmmmmm.. he's fucking me again,
Mark... oooh god... he's so damn big... aaahhhh.... so hard..
Ah..Ah.. Ah.."
Denise's soft moans continued as her hips were thrust again and
again against Mark's buttocks. As the tempo and frequency of her
fucking increased, her moans kept pace.
"Ohhh Mark.. he's making me cummmmm... I can't help it...he's
just so hard inside me... aaahhh.... i'm cumminggg.."
Her fingernails dug into his chest as her cunt contracted in
orgasm. Denise continued to moan softly, her humping hips giving
testimony to the fucking she was still receiving. She moaned
again into her husband's ear,
"He's cumming... I can feel him cumming in me .. he's shooting
in me again...mmmmmmmmmm..."
Finally, her body became motionless and her moans ceased. All
was again quiet. They slept.
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The clock on the table showed 4:30 AM. The bed was again
rocking, but Mark did not feel his wife's body against him. He
reached behind him but found only empty bed space in the middle
of their king-sized bed. But the rocking continued amid female
grunts of passion. Jacque was fucking his wife again.
Rolling onto his back in the darkness, he saw nothing at first.
But then gradually his eyes became acclimated so that the dim
illumination from the bedside clock and the night lights plugged
into the wall outlets were sufficient to allow him to see
Denise's legs and feet jerking back and forth in the air.
Between her legs, Mark could see the dim shape of a body moving
on her. The body rose and fell between her thighs. Each time it
fell, Denise's legs jerked upward only to fall again as the body
rose. The jerking motion of her legs was accompanied by a short
female grunt each time the body descended into her saddle.
Mark's cock hardened when he heard his wife's soft voice,
"Oohhh now, Honey, Now! I'm cumming.. fuck me... shoot it in
me.."
A moment later, a deep bass male grunt followed as more cum was
ejaculated inside his wife's cunt.
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At 7:30 AM, Mark awoke again. This time the bed was empty. He
stretched, his cock rigid with its usual morning hard-on. He had
hoped to use it in his wife, but he was alone. He arose, went to
the bathroom, and then went into the living area to see if Jacque
and his wife were there.
They weren't but the sounds from the second bedroom told him
where they were. Looking in, Mark saw his wife mounted on top of
Jacque. She had her back to him and he saw the huge ebony shaft
sinking rapidly in and out of his wife's cunt. She had been so
stretched by this time, she was having no problems taking its
entire 11-inch length all the way inside her sex tunnel every
time her hips rammed downward on the big male spike.
Retreating to the bathroom, Mark brushed his teeth, showered,
and shaved. After dressing in briefs, a T-shirt with the company
logo on the front, brown slacks, socks and shoes, he combed his
hair, put on his watch and went to see if his wife and lover were
ready to for breakfast yet.
They weren't. Denise was on her knees, her head resting on the
bed, with her ass arched high. Jacque was behind her, holding
her hips, his body between her wide-spread knees, driving his
cock in and out her wide-open, waiting pussy. Her continuous
moans were muffled by the pillow in which his wife had her face
buried. But there was nothing to muffle the loud, wet, squishing
sounds of the huge male piston driving in and out of Denise's sex
cylinder.
Both cock and cunt were covered with the thick white froth of
previous cum loads that had been churned into a thick mass by
their fucking. Mark watched his wife being fucked into another
intense orgasm after which her body fell to the bed, her lungs
heaving to obtain more oxygen. Jacque never slowed his strokes
into the gaping sex hole. He just lowered his body onto hers and
continued to slam his cock in and out of her pussy.
When Mark finally left the room to get some breakfast, Jacque
had Denise's legs up on his shoulders, his cock plowing in and
out of her cunt amid continuous female howls of pleasure
punctuated by occasionally screams when her clitoris throbbed in
another orgasm. ------------------------------
Mark didn't see his wife until noon. He was relaxing near the
pool when he saw Denise approaching, her tits bouncing wildly
under the brief halter she wore. Other than the halter, her only
attire was a pair of white short shorts that were two sizes too
small so that they exposed half of her ass cheeks. From the
front, the shorts sank into her her cunt slit outlining her camel
toe. She was bare legged with a pair of 5-inch fuck-me heels on.
She sat in the lounge chair next to him, opening her legs so he
could see the bulge of her labia.
"Is it sore?", he asked.
"A little, but I don't mind. Are you ok with this? I'm sorry
about this morning. Jacque just couldn't get enough, and I
couldn't stop cumming when he was nailing me with that big cock."
"Well, it was pretty obvious that you were enjoying yourself.
This is our last day. What would you like to to this afternoon
and this evening?"
"This evening, Preston said we were all going back to that club
with the table lights. This afternoon, I think Eric plans to
fuck me. He hasn't had me yet, and I know he's fucked all the
other wives."
"Didn't he fuck you yesterday?", Mark asked, more than a little
surprised.
"No. I thought he was going to, but he sent me to Jacque
instead. He got off on exercising power over me. Telling me to
go fuck Jacque."
"Where is he?"
"Don't know. Around somewhere, I'm sure."
"How about we spend this afternoon together. Let's go
shopping.. have a nice lunch.. buy some souvenirs, and then go
back to our room alone so I can make love to you. I'm really hot
for my wife right now."
"I'd rather fuck you than any man I know. I hope you're not
furious with me. Would you rather have me be a prude again? I
can be if you like."
"Hell no! I love the new you, and I can hardly wait to get
into you."
"Then let's not wait. Let's go back to the room and fuck.
Then we can get some lunch, go shopping, get some souvenirs, and
afterwards, you can take your whore back to the room and fuck her
again."
"You're not too sore?"
"If I am, that's my problem. Your job is just to fuck the shit
out of your hot slutty wife. Come on, Stud. My cunt can't wait
either."
It was a wonderful afternoon.
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That evening, Denise once again dressed erotically. I had no
idea where she had gotten her outfit. Probably at some shop on
the Island. She wore a red and black outfit. The top half was
red with two straps over her shoulders. The V-neck plunged
exposing over half of her large tits. The thin material clung to
both nipples outlining them perfectly. The bottom half of the
garment was a black, wet-look, leather miniskirt that looked like
it was sprayed on. She wore black, fishnet stockings and 5-inch
stiletto heels. There was obviously no bra under the top. I,
and every other man around, wondered if she wore panties under
the skirt.
She wore red lip gloss, mascara, and eyeliner. There were
three rings on each hand, and her nails were bright red. Her
appearance was pure whore. She kissed me on the lips and
whispered, "Don't worry. I'm wearing panties."
"Good. That's about all you're wearing", I whispered back.
"Making your cock hard, Honey?"
"Very."
"Mmmmmm...love that."
It was 9 PM before everyone was once again seated at their
tables in the club. Unlike the first time, on this occasion, the
Maitre d' stopped at each table and inquired if the guests would
prefer their light out, blue, or red. When he reached our table,
I looked at my wife and asked, "Blue?"
"I would definitely like our light to be on. Let's start with
blue", Denise suggested.
A moment later, the lantern glowed a brilliant blue and the
placard containing our number 17 was lighted so others could see
it.
We didn't have to wait long before we heard the soft buzz of
our phone. The light on its base flashed. I motioned for Denise
to answer. For some reason, I strongly suspected that the caller
didn't want to speak with me.
My wife spoke for a moment. I heard her say Ok. After she had
hung up, she said, "See Table 22 over there. A man at that table
asked if I would stand up and lift my skirt so he can see if I'm
wearing panties."
"I heard you say Ok. Show him.", I said.
Denise stood up, walked out in front of our table in plain
sight of Table 22 and tugged the tight black miniskirt up to her
hips. Underneath the skirt, she work transparent, black panties.
She turned through 360 degrees to allow the men to see her from
all angles. When her back was toward them, she bent over and
thrust her ass toward their table. All of her sexy ass was
visible through the thin panties.
I answered the next call. "Tell your wife to take out her
tits. We want to see them. We're at Table 15."
I relayed the command to Denise who promptly walked toward
Table 15 and pulled the red top down allowing both tits to tumble
out. She arched her back and thrust the huge melons at the men.
"Isn't this just incredibly hot?", she whispered when she
returned to our table, her tits still out.
"You're wife has incredibly beautiful breasts", Preston
Schandel remarked as he stood beside our table examining Denise's
exposed tits. "Her nipples get exceptionally hard, don't they?"
"Every time she takes them out in a night club they get that
way", I joked.
But Schandel didn't laugh. He just nodded while continuing to
stare at my wife, not only at her tits, but at everything. "I
think you have the wrong color on your lantern. Denise, don't
you think you have the wrong color on your table light?"
I could swear that I saw my wife arch her shoulders back and
thrust her bare tits at the CEO. "I'm sure we do. I should be
red."
"I agree fully", said Schandel as he flicked the switch. The
blue faded to be replaced by a bright red. "There. That's
better. I'll see you both later. Enjoy yourselves."
As soon as Schandel walked away, the phone rang. Denise picked
it up and listened. "I understand. I'll be right there."
"What is it?", I asked.
"I've been told to come to Table 13."
"What for? Are you going?"
"Our light is red now. I don't have any choice." She walked
away toward Table 13. I followed.
At the table, a blonde woman rose to meet her. "Put your hands
behind your back", I heard her say. Denise obeyed. I watched
the blonde wrap velcro straps about her wrists and then bind them
together with another velcro strap. "These men would like to
dance with you."
My wife nodded and a large man stepped out of the shadows and
led her toward the dance floor. It was Eric Heaven.
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"As I told you two days ago, Denise, there is nothing quite so
erotic as power. Like right now. You're helpless. Your breasts
are exposed and you cannot replace them within your dress."
"No. I can't", I whispered.
"Nor can you do anything to stop me when I pull your dress up
around your hips like this."
I felt my dress rising over my ass and bunching around my
waist. I felt the air on my thighs...erotic.. exciting.
"If I want the top of your dress around your waist as well,
that's where I will put it."
I could hear my heart beating. I felt like I was gasping for
breath. Moments later, my dress was bunched around my waist.
Only my thin black panties prevented me from being totally
exposed.
"I think I want your dress off", Heaven said. Moments later it
lay on the floor.
"You see the couple dancing beside us, Denise."
"Yes."
"Ask the gentleman to remove your panties. Don't think. Ask
him to remove your panties."
"Excuse me. I don't mean to bother your husband, but I need
him to remove my panties for me. My hands are bound and I can't
get them off. Will you please remove my panties, Sir?"
The man hesitated. His wife smirked at my nakedness. "Well,
don't just stand there, John. Take the whore's panties off like
she asks."
He pulled them down and I stepped out of them. I saw Mark and
other men looking at my naked body. I was trembling with
excitement. I could even feel my juices seeping out of my cunt
and sliding down my thighs.
"You're essentially naked now, Denise. Helpless. I'm going to
finger fuck you while we dance. Right here in front of everyone.
All the men will be watching as I do it."
Heaven put one hand around my waist and guided me around the
dance floor. The other hand worked at my cunt, two fingers
sliding in and out of my hole in time to the music, another
finger dancing over my engorged throbbing clitoris. My cuntal
secretions were running down both thighs now.
Another man stepped behind me. I was sandwiched between Heaven
and an unknown male who was cupping and squeezing my tits while
Heaven worked my cunt. I was about to cum.
Every one knew exactly when my body shuddered in orgasm. I
spurted so much it appeared that I was peeing on the floor.
Heaven had to support me as my legs collapsed.
Heaven led me off the dance floor through a door at the back of
the club. The room was dimly lit but there was sufficient light
for me to see that there were four stocks in a line in the center
of the room. Three of the stocks were already in use.
We were behind the women locked in the stocks. Their full,
shapely asses were all arched high because the head and wrist
holes of the stocks were below waist level. Each woman's ankles
were fastened to floor rings set four feet apart. All three were
naked save for their stockings and the 4 or 5-inch heels they
wore. The fourth stock was obviously to be mine.
While my feet were being tied to the floor rings, I saw there
were eight men in the room. Ted Martenson, Jack Honska, Preston
Schandel, the four "assistants", Jacque, Manuel, Julio, and
Ramon, and Eric Heaven. A ball gag was forced into my mouth and
strapped behind my head. Once tightly secured, my wrists were
released and forced through the stock's wrist holes while my head
was placed through the head hole. Then, the locking bar of my
stock slammed down.
Male hands explored my upthrust ass. Another hand spread my
ass cheeks wide apart exposing my hole. As they lubricated me, I
looked at the other three women and gasped. Carie Richardson,
Rena Heffner, and Sonia Beachy, all ball gagged, all naked, were
being spread and lubricated just as I was.
Finally, the men appeared to be satisfied. From our position,
we could see nothing save the dark wall in front of us. There
was no sound.. no words.. just the labored breathing of four
naked wives.
The silence was broken by Sonia's deep moan, only slightly
muffled by her ball gag. In the middle of her moan, Carie gave a
shrill cry, and then Rena began to grunt. Less than two seconds
later, I felt my asshole being stretched by a cock. I added my
moans to the others as the head pried me open and sank into me,
the big shaft right behind opening up my back passage and
stretching my anus into a huge gaping hole.
Our moans became loud grunts as the unseen cocks began fucking
our asses and cunts.
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Out in the main club area, Derrick, Bruce, Alvin, and I were
looking for our wives with no success. Finally, the Maitre d'
approached and told us that they had left with the CEO and the
members of the evaluation board. However, they had provided a
limo to take us back to the hotel whenever we were ready.
"When will they be back to the hotel?", I asked.
"I'm not certain", the man replied. "Mr. Schandel said the
final interviews would take several hours. He also said that
each of you should use the time this evening to pack and be ready
to leave early in the morning. I hope you have enjoyed our club.
It is erotic, is it not?"
We all agreed. ----------------------------------
I had every thing packed and ready to go by midnight. Denise
was still not back, so I went to bed and was asleep when she
finally came back. The next morning, she told me that the
interviews had lasted until after 2 AM. She was naturally
extremely tired having gotten very little sleep. So I took care
of loading our luggage into the van.
All the women were very quite on the trip to the airport and
during the flight as well. All four slept most of the trip.
When they did get up to make a trip to the bathroom, all seemed
very unsteady on their feet.
Schandel and the Board Members all stayed in the Executive
cabin throughout the flight. In fact, we never saw any of them.
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The associate VP appointments were made a week later. That
evening when I came home, Denise was very anxious and very
nervous waiting to hear the news.
When I came in, she said, "Let me sit down first. I just hope
that my shitty behavior during the first three days of the
evaluation trip didn't screw up your entire career. All right.
Tell me", she said wringing her hands together.
I smiled and said, "You should congratulate the newly appointed
Associate Vice President for Engineering and Marketing."
My wife leaped up, hugged me, kissed me passionately, and said,
"Oh thank god. I thought for sure I had ruined your career. I
really tried to make up for what I had done the first part of the
week. You deserved it. I'm so proud of you." She kissed me
again.
"I can't wait to get fucked by a top level executive. Take me
to bed and fuck my hot slutty pussy, Stud."
Two hours later, after we had had incredibly hot, erotic sex,
we were lying naked in each other's arms. Denise snuggled up
against my chest, slowly letting her hand trace over my chest and
my now totally exhausted penis.
"You know", I said, "there's one thing that doesn't make any
sense at all to me. I just can't figure it out."
"What's that?", my wife asked.
"All four of us were promoted to Associate VP rank. I asked
Schandel's secretary what opened up the other two positions, and
she didn't know what I was talking about. She told me that there
were always four open positions."
"What I can't figure out, is what in the hell that expensive
evaluation trip and all the interviews were all about if we were
all going to be promoted anyway."
Mark's wife, as well as Sonia, Rena, and Carie, all knew the
answer. ====================================================
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