Temptations
by RLM
Cocktail Party at Feldman's
There must have been at least 50 people at the party. All of
the top-level executives were present, of course, as well as all
the vice-presidents save Jason Lansing, who was still recovering
from an auto accident two weeks previously. In addition to the
top brass and their spouses, all of the managers were here, and
most had their spouses in tow. I fully realized that that was
also the reason for my presence. My husband, Howard, was the
associate regional sales manager for the western district of the
firm's sales area. As such, he regarded his attendance and mine
as being obligatory in his drive to become first, a regional
manager and then later, a vice president. Finally, I saw most of
the sales reps, many from the accounting department, and some
secretaries milling about Martin Feldman's mansion. With a
mansion this size, he had to be and, of course, was the CEO of
the firm.
As usual, my husband had left me to my own devices as he
chatted with the higher level executives doing his best to
enhance his chances for the promotion we needed and wanted, but
so far, without success. As his "trophy wife", he regarded my
attendance at these affairs mandatory, and I didn't mind in the
least.
Even though I was accustomed to my husband's behavior and fully
understood it, it still rankled me somewhat. For the life of me,
I couldn't understand how a 33-year old, attractive man could
stand to be away from his very loving, very sexy, and very horny
wife for such extended periods of time as were required by his
frequent inspection tours of the western district sales area. As
I wandered through the rooms looking for the bar, I counted up
how long it had been since he had been in my very available and,
at the moment, very wet pussy. I thought it had been 12 days,
but I couldn't be certain. He had been gone for 6 days on site
visits, and when he was at home, they worked him such long hours
that he had very little energy left for sex.
Whenever it had been, it had lasted no more than the usual 10
minutes. I did remember that Howard had excused his quick
ejaculation by telling me that I was just too hot for any man to
last very long inside me. I wondered if that were true. I
really didn't have enough experience to know one way or the other
since Howard had been only my third lover and the first two
during my freshman year in college were too young and
inexperienced to count.
As I stood at the complementary bar trying to decide what to
order, a soft, masculine voice beside me made the decision. "Try
a stinger. They're delicious," the voice said.
I turned and was greeted by a smiling Stuart Rosch,
Vice-president of Sales and my husband's immediate superior.
"Hi, Stuart. Ok, I'll take your advice." I nodded to the
bartender who had overheard the conversation and promptly began
preparing my stinger.
"You should always take my advice, Darla. Where's that husband
of yours?"
"Talking business with some of your colleagues, as usual."
"He leaves you alone too much. Particularly when he goes on
those extended sites visits to his sales territory. You know,
Darla, I've offered to hire an assistant for Howard so his travel
would be cut in half or more, but he always turns me down."
"Tell me about it. We've had several arguments over that
point. He says he needs to be certain that every thing is being
done correctly, and he's afraid to trust an assistant. Howard is
just very careful and concerned about getting the best possible
result for the firm"
"I know... that's what he tells me too. Personally, if I had a
gorgeous wife like you at home, I would be fighting to spend as
much time with her as possible."
Although I was totally aware that Rosch was hitting on me...
obviously wanting to provide some "company" for me during my
husband's absences, it pleased me anyway to be around a man who
clearly desired me. "Thank you," I replied aloud. "I wish
Howard felt that way. When he takes those one and two week
inspection trips of his, and I have no one to talk to but my 6
and 8-year old children, cabin fever sets in after just a few
days."
Rosch took my arm and whispered, "Let's go out on the patio
where it's less crowded. There's so much noise in here, we're
having to shout."
I could hear him perfectly well, and I knew he was having no
difficulty hearing me, but I smiled and let him escort me to a
couch on the patio. As I took a seat, Stuart remained standing
over me for an extended moment, his eyes delving into my
cleavage. When I looked at him, he did not look away like so
many men would. His eyes remained locked on my face and breasts.
"You're absolutely beautiful... but more importantly, you're
sensuously beautiful. Howard must be crazy."
I blushed at his frank complement, but, like him, I did not
look away. My eyes stayed locked on his as I pulled my shoulders
back to give him a better view.
"I like that," he whispered as his eyes probed even deeper into
my exposed cleavage. "Howard will leaving on another extended
site inspection on Monday."
"I know. I'm not looking forward to it."
Stuart took a seat beside me on the couch. Leaning closer, he
said softly, "I am. I'm going to call you. Will you have dinner
with me?"
My vagina contracted when he asked me. The delicious throbbing
was followed by a small shudder passing through my body. My
husband would never have noticed, but this man saw it
immediately. "MMmmmm... does that mean 'yes'?"
"I'm not sure. I don't cheat on Howard in spite of his long,
frequent trips."
"I just asked if you would have dinner," he commented, but his
eyes were now taking in not only my cleavage but also the portion
of my legs my short skirt exposed. I was fully aware that I
could have easily pulled my skirt down to shut off most of the
view, but I didn't as his open desire was exciting mine.
"I think you have a lot more in mind than just us having
dinner."
"Of course I do. I want you... badly! But you can always say
'no'. I don't need an answer now. I'll call you."
Stuart's eyes drifted away from my breasts that were now rising
and falling more rapidly from my excitement and dropped to my
thighs. "I think your legs are even more beautiful and sexier
than your incredible breasts."
Another shudder rippled through my body as my pussy again
throbbed. Once more, Rosch knew it. He leaned close and
whispered, "I have to get back to the party before someone
notices us out here, but before I leave, would you lower your top
and show me your breasts?"
Stuart's request was outrageous... he knew it and I knew it,
but it excited me nonetheless... and I knew that he also knew
that too. "Someone will see."
"No they won't. I'll stand between you and the door. It will
only take a moment. If you show them to me, you know I won't be
able to think about anything else until I call you next week."
I hesitated. I wanted him to see my breasts, but it was so
outrageously slutty to do it right here at a party. Stuart saw I
was torn between my desire to make him want me and my womanly
virtue. He leaned forward and whispered softly, "I'm already
stiff... show me and make me hard as iron."
A lot more than a single, small shudder surged through me when
I heard that. I knew there was no point in hesitating... I was
going to expose my breasts for him... no... I corrected my
thoughts... I was going to expose my tits for him. I felt like I
was in a trance as my hands reached into my cleavage and quickly
pulled the top and my bra down far enough to allow both of my
tits to spring out into the open. My nipples were hard, swollen
knobs.
"Oohhhh Jezzz... Amazing... Incredible," Rosch said, his voice
a deep, masculine growl of lust. His hands reached out and felt
me... cupping them... hefting them. I pulled my shoulders back
again for him. A moment later, he pulled my bra and top back up
covering them, and was gone leaving me trembling in sexual heat
on the couch.
---------------------------------------------------
After waiting a discreet amount of time, I strolled back into
the house. Of course, I saw no sign of my husband. After
getting another stinger from the bar, I decided to take a
mini-tour of the mansion. I had just walked into the game room
when Devin Heidorn joined me. "Hi," he said. "Hubby abandoned
you again, I see."
"As always," I said in agreement. Devin was a vice president
in the marketing department, a position two ranks higher than
that which my husband held, and one requiring very little travel
with a significantly higher salary. It was the position my
husband hoped to obtain once he had been promoted to a district
manager's position.
He nodded at the pool table. "Do you play?"
"Sometimes, but I'm not very good."
"At pool? Or other things?"
Another tremor flashed through my loins, but, unlike Rosch,
Devin did not pick up on it. The fact that another man was now
hitting on me was just wildly exciting, probably because I had
been denied sex for almost two weeks and the last time I had been
laid, Howard's fatigue had caused it to take less time than the
usual "quickie".
"Well, certainly pool," I answered with a smile.
"And the other things?"
"I haven't had much practice at other things so I'm probably
poor there too."
"That, I doubt," he stated with certainty. "Shall we play?"
"What? Pool?"
"Pool or anything else you have in mind."
"It's pretty crowded for much more than pool, Devin."
"True, but it won't always be crowded."
"Ask me when it's not crowded then."
"Ok... In the meantime, shall we play some pool."
"I'd rather just chat. Have you noticed this crystal paper
weight?" I asked pointing to a crystal in the shape of a large $
sign.
"No I hadn't noticed it," Devin said. "I guess the $ sign fits
well with this mansion. Sit on the table beside it," he said
grinning.
"What?" I asked.
"Sit on the table, Darla. Beside the paper weight."
When I understood the implication, I had to laugh. "Ok.
That's sort of cute... sexy and cute," I said taking a seat on
the table right beside the big crystal $ sign.
"That's a lot more than just cute and sexy, Darla. That's hot!
I gotta get a photo of that," he said excitedly. Reaching
into pocket, Devin produced his expensive cell phone, adjusted it
and aimed it, but before snapping the picture, he shook his head.
"Lacks something. Pull up your skirt some, Darla. Show some
leg. Make it sexy."
"Wait a minute. I don't mind a little sexy fun, such as
sitting beside this dollar sign like I'm a high-priced call girl,
but if I'm going to show off my legs and you're going to take a
picture, make sure my face doesn't show, Ok?"
"I promise. I'll let you see the pic after I take it and if it
shows too much, you can erase it."
"Sounds fair. How's this?" I asked as I pulled my black skirt
up nearly to the top of my thighs.
"My god! You're just gorgeous, Darla. Fantastic. If I were
Howard, I'd never let you out of my sight."
"Why not?"
"Because he ought to know that every man here wants you, and as
much as he travels.... well..." Devin let the thought hang in
the air.
"How do you know that every man here wants me, Devin...
seriously?"
"Men talk, Darla. And when there are no women present, almost
every guy in the firm talks about how much they would like...
would like... well... you know."
"would like to fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Are you one of those men, Devin?"
"Oh hell, Yes!"
"And what about your wife, Cora?"
"I wouldn't tell her any more than I would tell Howard. Are
you interested? Do I actually have a chance with you?"
"Maybe. Howard is gone a lot. I'll think about it. Have you
got the photo of me with the crystal dollar sign?"
"I do... but let's make it sexier. Your face won't show.
Ok?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Put your legs up on the table... Steeple one of your knees so
that your legs open enough to show a little of your panties....
eh... you are wearing panties, aren't you?"
"I think so. Let's see." I brought my legs up onto the
table's surface and let my right leg rest on the table while I
planted my left heel firmly on the table's surface. With my left
leg steepled, I was pretty sure Devin could now see if I was
wearing panties or not. "So... am I wearing panties, Devin?"
"Yeah... Damn... was hoping your weren't. Really hoping."
I could tell he really meant it... he wasn't just teasing me.
He wanted to see my pussy. I could now feel the wetness between
my thighs. My wetness increased still further when Devin
whispered, "Sit on the table, Darla. Let your legs hang over the
side and spread really wide. Put the dollar sign beside you." I
hesitated.
"Come on, Darla. Do it! Your face isn't going to show in the
photos. You can check them for yourself."
"I know, but you're going to tell all the other men it's me and
that you had me spread wide open. You are going to tell them,
aren't you?"
"I won't lie to you, Darla. I probably won't be able to resist
telling them, but they'll never believe me. If you want, you can
erase the images. But I really want to see you."
"Are you hard now?"
"Oh god! I'm so hard it hurts."
If I was hot before, I was boiling now. There was no way I
could resist the temptation to get Devin even harder. "How's
this pose?" With my legs hanging over the edge, I spread wide...
so wide I could feel the material of my panties sinking into my
slit.
"Oh Damn! Fuck! You are unbelievable! Totally outta sight!"
Devin snapped several pictures being careful not to include my
face. When he finished, his cock had his pants severely tented.
"That's looks huge, Devin. How big is it?"
"Eight inches when I'm as hard as I am right now."
More tremors surged through my vagina at the thought of that
huge rod inside his pants. "How about this pose, Devin?" I had
slid off the table, turned my butt toward him and bent over while
I held the paper weight right beside my hip.
"Darla," Devin moaned. 'Howard will be out of town next week
for at least 7 days. Can I see you?"
"You're seeing me right now, Devin."
"I want to see all of you. I want you," he groaned.
"I'll think about it. I really will, but I've never cheated on
my husband so don't get your hopes up."
"I understand... since you will probably say no, will you at
least take off your panties now and let me see your hot pussy?"
"Right here? Someone might come in."
"I'll lock the door. I will take less than a minute. Please.
If you do, I'll probably cum in my pants."
"You want that to happen?"
"Oh hell, Yes!"
"Ok. Lock the door."
Devin locked the door. When he turned back toward me, I smiled
seductively and slid my panties down my thighs and stepped out of
them. I left them lying on the floor as once again, I mounted
the table letting my left leg dangle off the edge while my right
one was steepled as before. The position opened my thighs and
gave Devin the beaver shot he wanted so desperately to see. I
could feel the juices bubbling out of my excited vagina. As a
finishing touch, I put the crystal dollar sign between my open
thighs close to my pussy. I knew I must look exactly like a
high-priced whore.
I held the pose as Devin stared directly between my opened
thighs, his hand clutching his engorged, throbbing organ. After
a moment, his hand moved. Then he groaned, and I could see the
wet spot spreading over the front of his pants. He shot off
again when he saw my vagina contracting in my own orgasm.
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We dressed hurriedly, and Devin true to his word allowed me to
check all the digital photos he had taken. None showed my
face... all were incredibly erotic.
"I promise not to tell anyone who was posing if you don't want
me to, Darla. I want to see you next week. Please."
"I'll think about it. As for telling the other men that's it
me, that's up to you. I'll, of course, deny it, but they
probably won't believe me. I pulled his face to mine and kissed
him. He was the first man I had kissed other than Howard since
we were married.... but then he was also the first man to see my
naked cunt since I got married ... and he had seen it while I was
having an orgasm.
Thirty minutes later, I was sipping my third stinger, when Joel
Burditt approached me. He was a vice-president in the finance
and investment section of the firm. "I've been watching you on
and off all evening trying to get up enough nerve to ask you to
dance. Howard is still talking business... would you dance with
me?"
"Love to. I was beginning to think none of the men here were
interested enough in me to want to dance."
"Oh they're interested in you all right. But, like me,
they're all nervous about asking a beautiful woman to dance."
"What's to be nervous about? Come on, Joel. Let's do it."
We both realized the double entendre of my statement. He took
me in his arms, pressed my breasts against his firm, muscular
chest and began to move me to the music. Joes proved to be an
excellent dancer... which in my book means he has rhythm,
smoothness, and most importantly, knows that the purpose of
dancing is to hold a woman's body close to his own. And he was
doing an absolutely masterful job of that.
As we moved, my nipples hardened rapidly under the stimulation
of feeling them pressing and moving against his powerful chest.
His right arm was initially around my waist holding my lower body
firmly against his. When we first began to dance, I couldn't
feel any sign of an erection pressing into my mound.
That situation began to change rapidly when his hand moved
lower onto my buttocks where it locked our loins tightly
together. Our smooth movements about the dance floor caused my
mound to repeatedly rub against his manhood until I felt what had
become a very rigid, very hard, and very ready male organ
grinding into my very wet, very open, and very ready pussy.
"You feel marvelous against me, Darla. I can't even begin to
tell you how much I enjoy holding you and dancing with your body
close to mine, " Joel whispered in my ear. As he said this, his
cock lurched against me causing more juices to gush into the
already sodden crotch of my panties.
"That iron-hard rod I feel is telling me very clearly, Joel.
Your body feels just as good to me. Howard never dances with me
like this."
"He's crazy to travel and leave you alone so much. But I hope
to take advantage of his foolishness. I want to fuck you, Darla.
I can't remember ever wanting to fuck a woman as much as I've
wanted you for months."
Replying in a soft whisper to match his, "Most men would have
said they want to make love to me."
"I know they would, but I want to fuck you... hard... deep...
many times. Afterwards, I'll make love to you."
"I don't cheat on Howard. I never have."
"Next week when he's making his ridiculous site inspections,
you will. At least, I hope so. Think about it."
"I will... would be hard not to think about it when a man has
just informed me that he's going to fuck me... hard... deep
inside my pussy... and many times. MMmmmmm," I moaned softly as
Joel worked his rigid penis against the top of my sexual trench
putting intense pressure on my clitoris.
"Stop...stop... you'll make me cum right here in front of
everyone."
"Don't you want to cum?"
"Maybe. I'll think about it."
"I don't want you to think about it... I want you to cum...
right now! right here!"
I felt his hands moving under my short skirt where they quickly
insinuated themselves between the cheeks of my ass. My body
began to shake. My shaking increased when I felt him pulling me
open so his cock shaft could grind directly against my clitoris.
My legs were turning to jelly in my excitement. I was
helpless. All I could do was cling desperately to his shoulders
as the steel-hard shaft of his penis moved deliciously up and
down my slit, grinding into my now throbbing clitoris with each
stroke.
"Ooohhhh god, Joel... I'm going to cum! Don't stop. Please...
don't stop!" I moaned into his ear.
My plea really wasn't necessary. This hot stud had no
intention of stopping until he had made my cunt and clit explode
in orgasm. It took him less than another minute to make that
happen. My clit erupted at the same time as my vagina convulsed.
I moaned in his ear as my juices spurted into my panties and
then trickled down my thighs. I knew Joel could smell the hot
aroma of my cunt just as I could.
----------------------------------------------------
It was getting close to 11 PM and although I had seen Howard a
couple of times, he ignored me as he chatted with various
vice-presidents. At one point, I saw him talking to Stuart
Rosch. I had absolutely no doubt that Stuart was telling my
husband how vital it was for him to do a very thorough inspection
of all outlets in his territory during the next two weeks even if
he had to stay away longer than usual.
I wondered what male was going to hit on me next. I had
already had three men proposition me and take numerous
liberties... not that I had put up much resistance. Hell, if
Howard would take care of his husbandly responsibilities, I
wouldn't be panting in heat like this. It wasn't hard for me to
convince myself that Howard was the one at fault for my behavior
this evening.
I was shocked at who the next male was. Sixteen-year old Ted
Feldman, Martin Feldman's son, approached me. "Hi. I'm Ted.
Ted Feldman. Mr. Feldman, the CEO, is my father."
"Hi, Ted. You have a very, very influential and very important
father."
"Thanks. Has anyone shown you the entire house yet?"
"No. I've walked around and seen some of it, but it's
incredibly large. Would you like to give me a guided tour?"
The young boy positively beamed. "Wow," I thought, "I must be
a lot hotter and sexier than I thought. Now, a 16-year old boy
is trying to get into my pants." I smiled to myself at my little
joke as Ted motioned for me to follow him.
I did and was surprised to find him leading me to an elevator!
They had an elevator here. I had never seen a home so large that
it required an elevator. "Where does the elevator take us?" I
asked as the doors closed behind us.
"It goes up to the tower. We have a studio and game room up
there. You haven't seen my dad yet tonight have you?"
"No, I haven't, but how did you know?"
"Because you haven't seen the tower yet."
"What has seeing the tower got to do with whether or not I've
seen your dad tonight?"
"If you had seen my dad tonight, he would have taken you up to
the tower. He always takes beautiful women up to the tower."
I blushed all the way to my roots of my hair. The father had
failed to take me up to the tower so the son was taking charge.
I was shocked. Not because, Mr. Feldman took women up to the
tower, but because his son was taking me there, and I was excited
by the thought.
When the elevator doors opened, Ted led me into a spacious room
filled with art work, an artist's studio, numerous video games, a
huge TV screen with spacious theater-type seats for the guests, a
pool table, several couches, and in the far corner, a large
circular bed.
"Do you bring your girl friends up here, Ted?" I asked.
"Yeah. When I can get them to come up."
"And do you ... do you get lucky?"
At this point Ted shook his head. "No. I never get lucky."
"Never?"
"No. Never. I'm still a virgin."
"Don't worry. You're only 16. It won't be long until you have
more girls than you can handle."
"Maybe, but so far I'm not having much luck."
"Why did you invite me up here? Are you hoping to get lucky
with me? I'm married, Ted," I gently admonished the young man.
"Well... I couldn't have any less luck with you than with all
the other girls. Besides, you're beautiful. You're much
prettier than any of the high school girls I've dated. And
besides that.... well... besides that..."
"Yes? What. What were you going to say?"
Ted was struggling but he tried again. "Besides... besides, my
Dad says that ... he says that married women are... well... you
know."
I helped the young man out. "That married women are sexy?"
"Yes."
"That married women are passionate?"
"That too."
"Is that all he says."
"No."
"What else?"
"That married women are often available cause their husband's
aren't doing them enough."
"Well, I'm not available, Ted. I'm sorry."
"That's Ok. I didn't really expect you to be interested in a
boy like me. Anyway, now that we're here, take a look at the
view out that window."
The window was at waist level. "It's hard to see out of this
window. It's too low."
"It is. That's to keep the sun from getting the room too hot.
Just bend over and you'll have a fantastic view."
I did as he suggested, and found that he was right. The view
over the river was incredible. "This really amazing! It's
almost like being in the observation tower of a high-rise
building. The view is spectacular!"
"Yeah... it is. Unbelievable!"
The tone and sexual desire in Ted's voice made me suddenly
realize that the view he was talking about and the one I was
discussing were not the same. I was enthralled with the
landscape; Ted was enthralled with my exposed ass as I bent over
to see out of the small, low window.
"I like the wide expanse that's visible... the rolling hills
and valleys... what do you like best, Ted?" I asked bending over
a little more.
"I like the big mountains too and the deep crevices in between
always seem so enticing and mysterious, " he responded. This
16-year old boy was actually turning me on.
"I don't think you're referring to the view out the window,
Ted, are you?"
"No. I'm sorry. You're just so beautiful and sexy."
"Don't apologize, Ted. Never apologize to a woman for being a
man. Men are supposed to enjoy looking at a woman's body, and
women ... real women... enjoy providing them the opportunity to
look."
"Did you provide the opportunity on purpose."
"Of course. I knew that if I bent over, you would have a
really hot view of my ass. Did you enjoy seeing it?"
"Oh yeah! It's the first one I've ever seen... for real, I
mean. Not counting porn videos and pictures."
"You're joking? You've never seen a girl's ass before? You've
never gotten one of your girl friends in that bed over there?"
"No... never.
"Well, you've seen a woman's ass now, Honey."
"Oh yeah! I have! I just wish... "
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Come on... don't be shy. What is it?"
"I just wish... you know... the panties."
"What about my panties... Oh yes! I know what you want. You
want to see it without my panties in the way. Right?"
"Oh yes... would you?"
"I shouldn't. I'm married. I shouldn't even be up here with
you."
Ted came up behind me and ran his hand over my ass. It both
shocked and thrilled me at the same time. "Maybe not, but you're
here and you've already shown me your sexy ass. So, come on,
Darla, take off your panties and let me see it the way I want to
see it.
At that moment, I knew there was no way in hell this young stud
had never seen a girl's ass before, and there was no way he
hadn't fucked several of his girl friends on that bed. But I
didn't care! He was right. I did want him to see my ass. He
may have seen a lot of girls naked, but not a married, 30-year
old woman.
Turning my ass toward the young man, I smiled at Ted and asked,
"Want to see it, Baby. Want to see my naked hot ass?"
"Show it to me!"
"This boy was going to grow up to be quite a stud," I thought
to myself.
"If you really want to see it, then take off my panties," I
said softly as I pulled my skirt up to my waist and pushed my
hips back toward him. Ted moved behind me, hooked his fingers
into the waistband of my panties and pulled them over my ass and
down my thighs. I stepped out of them for the second time during
the party.
"Ooohh fuck! It's gorgeous! Can I fuck you?"
"Absolutely not! Letting you see my body is one thing.
Letting you fuck me is entirely a different matter. Who knows
who might come up here at any moment... your father, my husband.
Who knows."
"Ok... I understand, but my dad has told me that your husband
is going to be out of town for at least a week. Can I come by
your house next week?"
"I'll think about it."
"All right. I'm gonna call you though.'
"Ok. Shall we go back to the party now. I need to put my
panties back on."
"Wait!"
"Why?"
"I want you to turn around and show my your tits and pussy
while you put your panties back on. Come on. I've already seen
your most of your pussy. Let me see all of it."
"All of it? You want to see all of me?"
"All of it. Let me see it."
I felt a series of small tremors rippling through my cunt as I
slipped out of my blouse and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to
the floor. "Take off your skirt too," Ted pleaded. It was so
tight, I had to struggle to get it over my hips, but after
tugging a bit, it was lying on the floor beside my blouse, my
bra, and my panties. Turning toward him, I struck a seductive
pose with my hands on my hips, letting him lust over all my
exposed charms.
"Well, you've seen all of me. Satisfied now, Honey?"
"Would you sit on the couch and spread for me. I'd like to see
your pussy with your legs open."
"You are really a dirty-minded boy," I chided him at the same
time I sat down on the couch, raised my legs, and spread wide
open for him. The little bastard moved within a foot of my
pussy. I thought he was going to lick me. If he had, I doubt
that I would have stopped him.
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When we were back downstairs, my husband came up and said,
"It's almost midnight, Darla. We should be heading home."
"Whatever you say, Howard."
"I'll get my coat. Why don't you tell Mr. Feldman that we
enjoyed the party. I'll be back in just a moment"
As soon as my husband went to collect his coat, I saw Feldman
walking toward me. I wondered how he just happened to be so
close. It was almost like he was waiting for my husband to leave
before coming over.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself, Darla. It was a pleasure having
you here. You brightened up the entire party."
"Thank you, Mr. Feldman. It was delightful."
"Please, call me Martin. Mr. Feldman is way too formal. You
know, your husband will be taking an extended inspection trip
next week. I know it gets very lonely for you, so I would like
for you to join me for an excellent dinner at Martini's next
week...say on Thursday evening. Around 8 PM. I'll pick you up.
Ok?"
"I'm not certain I should be having dinner with another man
while my husband is out of town, Martin. No offense, but it
doesn't look right, you know."
"Your husband is comfortable with it. Ask him. There won't be
a problem. Trust me. I'll see you at 8 PM on Thursday then?"
"All right. 8 PM on Thursday."
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On the drive home, my husband began to quiz me about the
evening. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Very much. It was a very interesting party."
"Did you dance with anyone?"
"Joel Burditt asked me to dance. I danced with him a couple of
times. That was it. None of the other men seemed interested."
"Did he hit on you?"
"Of course not! How could he with you somewhere in the room?
He was a perfect gentleman."
"Anyone else hit on you?"
"What's got into you tonight? Why do you think all the men
were hitting on me?"
"I saw you a couple of times. I know you went out onto the
patio with Stuart Rosch for a long time. It looked to me like he
was looking right down your dress."
"If he was, I wasn't aware of it. Anyway, I had on a rather
revealing dress. Most men probably looked. You didn't tell me
to wear a more conservative dress when we left the house so I
assumed you were Ok with what I was wearing."
"I was... I was. It sort of turns me on to know other men are
looking at you."
Howard was silent for awhile and then he said, "What about
Devin Heidorn?"
"What about him?"
"I saw you going off into the game room with him. You stayed
for a long time. Anything happen?"
"We played a game of pool. He tried to give me a lesson, but I
was terrible."
"He didn't hit on you?"
"For the last time, Howard, none of your colleagues hit on me.
Did you want them to?"
"No..no. I just wondered. We haven't been having much sex
lately and I thought... well, you know."
"We can take care of that problem tonight. Why don't you give
me a hard fucking tonight when we get home... or pull into a park
and fuck me in the back seat... that would be really hot!"
"Count on it, Honey. Count on it."
My husband drove in silence for several minutes before he
asked, "Did you get to see the tower at the mansion? I saw you
going up in the elevator with Feldman's son."
Instantly, I was on my guard. I decided to answer truthfully
just in case. "Yes, I did. Ted took me up there and let me see
it. The place is sort of decadent in a way, but the view is
really incredible! Have you seen it?"
"No, but I've heard rumors."
"Rumors? What rumors?"
"That Feldman frequently takes women up there for sex."
"Hookers? In his own home?"
"I don't know, but the rumor from the grapevine is that it's
not hookers but the wives of some of the employees. I have to
admit that when I saw it was Ted with you in the elevator, I was
relieved."
"Relieved? Why?"
"Well, I knew that there was no way that a 16-year old boy was
going to seduce you. The CEO of the firm, Feldman, would a
different matter. But then, in your case, probably not."
While I was pleased with my husband's trust, I was amazed at
how little he understood about the sexual desires of 30-year old
women with a young, vigorous boy reaching the prime of his sexual
prowess. Aloud, I said, "You have nothing to worry about in any
case, Darling. So, enough about my evening. How did yours go?
Make any progress toward getting promoted to District Manager?"
"It's hard to say. As hard as I work, I should have already
made District Manager. I get incredibly high efficiency ratings,
probably the best of all the associate managers. I'm willing
travel more than anyone else... as you and I both know. I never
complain no matter how unpleasant all that travel is, but still I
don't seem to able to get promoted. Anyway, Stuart Rosch is
being promoted to senior VP and will move to corporate
headquarters in about six weeks. There will be a lot of
shuffling of senior positions and a District Manager's position
is almost certain to become open. Surely, I'll make it this
time."
"I'm sure you will too, Darling," I assured my husband, but
secretly, I had some nagging doubts. He did work like a dog, and
he was extremely talented. However, something seemed to be
holding him back.
"By the way," I commented casually, "Feldman wants to take me
out to dinner next Thursday evening while you're on the
inspection tour. He says you're Ok with that. Are you?"
"Sure. It will keep you from getting so lonely with no one to
talk to but the kids in the evening. I'm sure it will be fun for
you.
"You're probably right, Darling. You're probably right."
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As my husband brought the car to a stop in our driveway, I
opened my door and started to get out. I didn't get more than
one leg out of the door before Howard had jerked me back inside
the car. I opened my mouth to protest only to have it
immediately sealed shut by his mouth covering mine. My attempt
to speak was cut short by my husband's tongue deep inside my
mouth.
Howard abruptly pulled my top and my bra down below my tits,
practically ripping them off in the process. His hands circled
my big globes and squeezed as he tongue fucked my mouth. This
all happened within five seconds after the car had stopped.
Within ten seconds, I was grunting like a hot whore, my legs
spreading as wide as I could get them and my hips driving
frantically against my husband. All the pent up desire of the
evening erupted inside my hot, throbbing cunt.
Without preamble or warning, my wildly excited husband ripped
open my skirt and dragged it down over my ass and down my legs.
It was thrown unceremoniously into the back seat. A moment
later, my top joined it leaving me wearing nothing but my
panties, bra, and heels. With my bra bunched uselessly beneath
my tits, only my panties covered any of me.
Breaking his kiss on my mouth, Howard's mouth descended to my
engorged nipples. A shrill scream of half intense pleasure...
half pain rang out as I felt my sensitive nipples sucked hard
into his mouth while his hands squeezed and kneaded both of my
tits.
"OOOHHHH GAWD!", I gasped. "Go easy, Honey. Don't hurt me."
"Shut up and shove your big tits into my mouth," my husband
ordered.
My body just convulsed in a hot spasm of pleasure and intense
excitement. It was a huge fantasy coming true!!! My husband was
going to use me like a hot dirty whore. He must have seen what I
was doing all evening and now he's going to give me what I
deserve!" I thought. The thought drove me into a screaming
orgasm.
My orgasm seemed to go on and on... a series of high-pitched
female squeals of delight filled the car and most of yard. As I
howled in near unbearable ecstasy, my randy stud husband ripped
my panties off... just tore them to shreds and tossed the ruined
garment out the window into the yard. I came again... instantly
and harder than I any climax I had had on our wedding night.
"You hot slut... your fuck hole is throbbing like a jack
hammer!"
"OOOoohh.... I can't stop... sooooo good... soooo good!!!" I
wailed.
My husband threw open the door bathing the entire interior of
the car in light. "Get outside... put your hands behind your
head... spread your legs so our neighbors can see you."
Howard pushed me out of the car and made me stand in the light
from the car. As soon as I moved a foot away from the car, our
entire front yard was bathed in light from the four big
spotlights that had been activated by our motion detector.
Anyone looking out of their window to see who the woman being
fucked was had a clear view of my naked body in heels with my bra
bunched around my waist.
My excitement, which was already higher than I could ever
remember it being, rose even higher when I heard my husband give
me another order: "Squat, Baby. Squat. Open your thighs...
Wide open so our neighbors can see your hot, wet, open and ready
fuck hole! Do it!"
He really didn't have to tell me twice. I wanted to do it. I
NEEDED to do it. After what I had done all evening, I felt a
burning need to expose myself to the entire neighborhood so they
would see how much of a whore I was. Squatting in my front yard,
I spread wide open and shoved my fingers deep inside my
convulsing cunt. I came again, even more powerfully than before.
In the midst of my mind-blowing orgasm, my husband jerked me to
my feet and marched me naked into our house and from there into
our bedroom. "Get on the bed. Put a pillow under your hips and
pull your legs back. I want that hot cunt ready when I get my
clothes off... DO IT! NOW!"
I came again, squealing and moaning as my pussy throbbed and
pulsed. "I didn't give you permission to cum, Slut! Stop
cumming!" Howard commanded. My anus and vagina throbbed even
harder when I heard what he said.
"I can't," I moaned in helpless passion. I'm too hot! Can't
stop cumminggg....oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
My husband got on the bed with me, his head moved into my wide
open sex saddle. His tongue stabbed into my soaked and pulsing
cunt hole... from there it quickly traveled up to my dancing
clitoris and my moans changed to uncontrollable shrieks of female
passion. All the men in the neighborhood could hear me screaming
as my husband brought me one intense orgasm after another.
I lost control of my bladder under the intense torture of his
tongue. My vagina contracted and throbbed... air was forced from
my opening as my hips and ass pounded up and down on the pillow.
"FUCK ME!" I SCREAMED. "FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. GOD...
SOMEBODY FUCK ME!!!"
I felt Howard turning me into doggy position and then ....
"UUUNNGGGHHHHHH.... GGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" came my tortured howl as
my husband�s 7-inch dick slammed into my cunt.
I was being fucked like a whore. The thick male shaft drove in
with masculine authority... banging into the bottom of my hole
again and again. I loved it! Oh... Gawd! I loved it!
Abruptly, Howard rolled me over until I was lying on him, my
legs gaping obscenely wide, his cock securely socked into my
cunt.
"Fuck your hot cunt on it," he ordered. I rammed myself up and
down on his rod until I felt the cock spewing its load into my
pussy.
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An hour later, my husband was sound asleep after having given
me the most incredible fucking of our marriage. I couldn't stop
thinking about it. I was ashamed of myself for complaining about
his performance in bed the last time when he was so tired he
could hardly drag himself to the table to eat much less screw his
wife.
"What a stud... WHAT A STUD!" I thought marveling at the
intensity of the sex I had just enjoyed. I had cum at least 12
times and probably more. And every orgasm was powerful and deep,
shaking me to the core. My thoughts quickly had me hot and ready
again, but I knew my husband was exhausted.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed and went into the guest bedroom
where I masturbated furiously fantasizing about this powerful
satyr taking me, raping me, making me cum and cum and cum. I had
two more climaxes before I returned to bed with my husband.
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A Conversation with Sylvia:
I slept until nearly noon on Saturday. When I did get up, I
was stiff and sore from the intense fucking my stud husband had
given me last night. When I finally dragged myself into the
kitchen, I found he had eggs and bacon cooking with hot coffee
already made. "What a husband!" I thought proudly.
"How are you this morning?" he asked obviously very concerned.
"Are you Ok? Did I hurt you?"
I shoved my disheveled hair out of my face and looked up at
Howard who was already dressed in his golf clothes for his
regular Saturday afternoon game. "I feel like a two-dollar whore
in port just after the fleet has docked."
"I'm sorry... really sorry," he said. "I thought you were
enjoying it."
Pushing myself to my feet, I dropped my robe to the floor and
moved my totally naked body into his arms. I kissed my husband
hard, grinding my cunt against his rapidly hardening cock. When
I had him hard, I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered, "That
was the most incredible fucking of my life. I didn't just enjoy
it, Stud. I LOVED IT... EVERY HOT FUCKING SECOND OF IT!" YOU
WERE JUST AWESOME! You made me cum at least 15 times with every
single orgasm more intense than any other I've ever had."
"But I hurt you. I made you so sore you can hardly move this
morning."
"Who gives a shit!" I groaned, humping my cunt wildly against
his now rigid erection. "That's what a woman's cunt is for... to
satisfy her man's hard cock!"
In one motion, I swept the dishes off the table onto the floor.
Lying back, I pulled my legs up into the air and groaned,
"Please... fuck me! FUCK ME! CUNT..ASS... USE ANY HOLE YOU
LIKE, DARLING!"
As Howard was getting ready to leave for his golf game 30
minutes later, my cunt and ass were both filled with one of his
hot loads of semen. I was still lying on the table with my legs
wide open and up so he would know that I was available for use if
he decided to put another load into me before leaving for the
golf course. I stayed on the table with my legs spread wide
until he closed the door and left.
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After my lover left, I warmed up the eggs and bacon and was
eating with the phone rang. When I answered, I heard the voice
of my best friend, Sylvia Arner. Sylvia's husband, Grant, had
made District Sales Manager for the northern area a year ago even
though he had less seniority than Howard and efficiency rating
somewhat lower than my husband. To his credit, Grant apologized
to Howard and even went to Stuart Rosch and recommended that they
promote Howard to the position rather than him. Rosch, for some
reason, had refused. We had been very close friends with Sylvia
and Grant ever since.
"Hi, Sylvia. What's up?"
"Nothing, but I'm curious as all hell about what happened at
the party last night. The guys are on the golf course for 4 or 5
hours. How about we meet for a girl-to-girl chat while they play
golf?"
"Sure, but I hate to disappoint you. Not much happened at the
party, at least not to me."
"Bull Shit! Girl. Your husband might believe that fairy tale,
but I saw part of what was going on. Can't wait to hear the full
story."
"You saw? How?" I asked totally stunned.
"I was watching you. I couldn't see every thing, of course,
but I saw enough to know that your tale that 'nothing happened'
is just what I said... total bull shit."
"Did you tell Grant?"
"Tell Grant? Now why would I do some thing that stupid to my
best friend? This is girl-to-girl stuff... between you and me...
not for husbands and other women. Ok."
"Oh yes... thank you, Sylvia. When can you come over or would
you rather I come over to your place. I'm not dressed yet."
"Didn't think you would be. I would imagine you got your hot
slutty ass nearly screwed off by your stud husband last night.
Right?"
"Oh yes! It was just marvelous. And he gave it to me again
this morning on the kitchen table... once in my pussy and a
second time in my ass... just before he left for golf."
"Wow! I hope Grant makes a big bet with him today. He's gonna
be too tired to even hit the damn ball! I'll be over in about 30
minutes."
We both laughed until I was nearly crying.
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Sylvia and were enjoying a glass of Chablis in my den when she
said, "Ok, you hot sexy witch. Tell me every thing."
"First tell me what you saw."
"Why, so you know when you can lie and when you can't?"
"No. I'm going to tell you every thing. If I know what you
saw, I can skip over explanations and get to what you don't
already know."
"Ok. I guess you have a point there. The first thing I saw
was you talking to Stuart Rosch. You talked for awhile and then
he took you out onto the patio. I thought that was weird since
it was a little chilly out last night. Obviously, he wanted to
get you alone since no one else was going to be out on the patio.
I waited for awhile and then went out the front door and walked
around to the back of the house where I could see the two of
you."
"Now that's really sneaky. I'm surprised. I didn't know you
were a voyeur."
"I'm not. I had a very good reason for spying. I'll tell you
later after you finish. Ok?"
"Fine, so what did you see?"
"I saw the two of you talking, but I couldn't hear what was
being said. And just before Stuart went back inside, I saw you
pulling down your top and bra and showing Rosch your tits.
That's about it for what I saw."
"Ok. Here's what you didn't hear. It took about 10 minutes
for me to relate all the conversation leading up to Rosch's
statement that he wanted me and had asked me out to dinner next
week when Howard would be gone.
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him I had never cheated on Howard, but that I would
think about it. I do get extremely lonely with Howard gone so
much."
"Are you going to have dinner with him? And then fuck him...
or I guess I should say let him fuck you?"
"I was thinking seriously about having sex with him, but after
the fantastic sex I had last night with Howard, I doubt it."
"That's probably a mistake, but I'll come back to that later.
What else happened at the party? I saw you going into the game
room with Devin Heidorn, and the two of you were in there a long
time. I was outside and after awhile, I heard the door lock.
Did he fuck you?"
"No, but he asked me for sex. I told him the same thing as I
had told Stuart. Devin's going to call me next week hoping to
get into my pants."
"There must be more. You were in that room too long for that
to be the whole story."
"Ok. You win. I filled Sylvia in on all the hot details about
how I had posed in more and more erotic poses with the crystal
dollar sign as if I were a hot whore. I also told her how Devin
had taken photos of me with his cell phone camera.
"How far did he get you to go?"
I couldn't keep from blushing when I said, "He got me to take
off my skirt and panties and then pose with my legs wide open."
"You let him see your naked cunt?" That surprised even Sylvia.
"Yeah. Remember... this is between just the two of us."
"No problem. But I really don't understand."
"What don't you understand?"
"How you could possibly turn that sexy guy down and then
proceed to show him your naked pussy with your legs wide open."
"That was pretty slutty," I agreed. "If he had been more
aggressive when I had my legs wide open and my pussy exposed and
very wet, I would have certainly gotten screwed. I was too
turned on to have resisted, but he accepted my 'no' as meaning
'no'."
"Yeah. That's a problem. We've told men far, far too often
that 'no' means 'no', when in fact, 'no' most of the time means
either 'maybe' or even 'yes'. And when a woman with her skirt
and panties off and her legs wide open says 'no', it definitely
means YES!" I poured us both another glass of wine as we both
laughed.
"Let's see now... what else did I see you doing? Oh yes, I saw
you dancing with Joel Burditt. He looked like he was dry fucking
you on the dance floor. What's the story there?"
"Same thing. He wants to fuck me. He's going to call next
week when Howard is out of town."
"How much did you let him do on the dance floor?"
"A lot. He felt my ass... put his hands under my skirt and
inside my panties. Finally, when he had my pussy practically
mounted on his dick, he kept sliding it up and down my slit and
clit until he made me cum right there on the dance floor."
"Damn! Girl. You had some night. Anything else?"
I spent another 10 minutes describing what had happened in the
tower with Ted. By the time I finished, she was really turned
on... so much so that she was rubbing herself under her skirt.
"That's one of my wildest fantasies. Young boy seducing me.
WOW! I'm about to cum. How far did he go?"
"He had me really turned on. Before we left the tower, he had
me naked except for my heels. And he had me on the couch having
me spread my legs wide open. His face was no more than a foot
away from my cunt. I was hoping he would lick me. A few strokes
and I would have cum. But he didn't."
"Ooohhhhhhhhh God!" Sylvia moaned as her hand danced between
her thighs which now gaped wide open. She yanked her skirt up to
her waist and was frantically trying to get her fingers inside
her panties."
"Here, let me help you, Honey," I said.
"Oooohh yessssssss... do it to me, you hot Slut!" she groaned
as her legs gaped wide open.
With one quick motion, I had her panties pulled aside and her
wet, throbbing pussy exposed. Using two fingers inside her
vagina and two on her throbbing clit, I had Sylvia on the brink
within a minute. "Are you ready, Honey?"
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh god... yesss.... finish meeeeeeeeee!"
She assumed I would finish her with my fingers, but I knew she
needed more. When my tongue pushed into her hot slit and then
moved up to her engorged and throbbing clitoris, my best friend
howled with feminine delight. Less than a minute later, her
juices drenched my face as her clit and vagina pulsed in hot
contractions.
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I fixed us some sandwiches for lunch while Sylvia took a quick
shower and got dressed again. When she returned, the food was
ready and we enjoyed a very tasty lunch.
"Wow, Girl. You really rang my bell. Why haven't we done that
before. I certainly owe you one. Are you interested?"
"With Howard gone so much, you bet I'm interested. What about
Grant?"
"What about him? You interested in a 3some with us? I'm sure
I could persuade him. He would love to screw you, Honey. He
pretends he's not interested but there's not a man alive who
wouldn't be interested in getting into you ... or me for that
matter."
"Let's just keep it between the two of us for the time being.
Ok?"
"Fine. Not a problem."
"When I was telling you about Stuart Rosch interest in bedding
me, I said that I would probably turn him down, and you said that
was probably a mistake. Why did you say that? You also said
you'd come back to that point later... well, it's now later."
"So it is... so it is." Sylvia paused for a moment and then
said, "Let's examine some facts, Ok?"
I nodded and she continued. "First, Howard is long overdue for
promotion, yet he doesn't get it. Right?"
Again I nodded and again Sylvia continued. "Second, Howard's
evaluations for effectiveness are outstanding across the board...
yet he still doesn't receive a promotion."
"Third, Howard is assigned an incredible amount of work... more
than any other associate district manager. In addition, he is
given more assignments that require extended travel away from
home than any other associate district director."
"Fourth, Grant is promoted to District Manager with less
seniority than Howard, less experience, and high, but still
lower, evaluations than Howard. Grant is promoted but Howard is
not."
"Fifth, every guy who hit on you at the party was at the vice
presidential level or above."
"I hadn't thought about that, but you're right. How many vice
presidents are there in the firm anyway?" I asked.
"Counting Jason Lansing who will be back at work soon, there
are 7 vice presidents, and associate CEO, and Martin Feldman, the
CEO. Nine senior management positions."
"Ok. All of those points are facts. So what?"
"So, one final, obvious fact. Sixth, since Howard hasn't been
promoted, his candidacy must lack some essential element that
hasn't got anything to do with talent, hard work, experience,
loyalty to the firm, or willingness to take on unpleasant
assignments because Howard has all of those qualities in
abundance. Yet, there must be something his candidacy is missing
that is blocking him."
"Now we need some honesty here. Tell me why you believe Grant
was promoted to District Manager instead of Howard even though he
argued strongly with the vice presidents that they were promoting
the wrong man."
"I really don't know."
"Isn't it obvious that whatever Howard's candidacy is missing,
Grant's had it and its presence outweighed the slight differences
in talent between Howard and Grant?"
"Yes... that must be it," I agreed.
"What do you think made the difference, Darla?"
I got up and paced the room for almost five minutes. Finally,
I stopped beside kitchen table where Sylvia was finishing her
sandwich and said softly, "Are you suggesting that Howard is not
being promoted because I won't sleep with the vice presidents and
the CEO and his associate?"
"Isn't it obvious?" she replied calmly.
"But that doesn't make any sense. After all, Grant was
promoted."
"Yes, he was," Sylvia said with a sly smile.
"You hot Bitch! Are you telling me that you had sex with the
vice presidents?"
"Everyone of them, Darla. Multiple times in fact. And they're
still screwing me occasionally although not as much now... men
get tired of the same old pussy just like women get tired of the
same cock all the time."
"What does Grant think about this?" I asked, still stunned.
"He doesn't know, and I have no intention of ever telling him."
"How many District Managers does the firm have?"
"There are ten in all. And with Stuart's Rosch's advancement
to corporate headquarters, one of those managers will probably
take his VP position and, as a result, a district manager's
position will become open. Howard, of course, is a candidate,
but he won't be a successful candidate."
"Are you telling me that every one of the wives of the present
district managers has made herself available to the upper level
management of the firm?"
"I know that 8 of the 10 are being screwed regularly by the
vice presidents, the associate CEO, and the CEO. I don't know
one way or the other about the other two. I don't them well
enough to ask. But I would make a very large bet that their
pussies are available to any VP or CEO who wants it, whenever
they want it. Of course, they're discreet about it, as they
don't want a scandal on their hands."
I paced the room some more. Finally, I sat down at the table.
"You said we need some honesty here, so let's have some. Were
the VP's and the CEO fucking you prior to Grant's promotion?"
"Yes... with great frequency, I might add. Whenever it was
safe, like when Grant had to make out of town site visits."
"And since his promotion, are they still screwing you?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't they? They enjoy fucking willing hot
women. Besides, if I cut them off, Grant may lose the position.
In addition, if Grant is ever going to make VP, I've got to do my
share to help."
"When was the last time one of them fucked you?"
"At the party last night. First is was Jerrett Knight in one
of the bedrooms on the third floor of the mansion. Later on,
Frank Ortman took me out to the gazebo and had me ride his cock
until he got off twice and I had cum several times."
"So, you're saying if Howard is ever going to be promoted, I
have to..."
Sylvia finished the sentence for me. "... you have to put out
for the upper management."
"I don't know if I can do that," I said with despair obvious in
my voice.
"Shit... Bull Shit! You let Rosch play with your naked tits;
you stripped and spread for Heidorn; you let Burditt dry fuck you
on the dance floor until you had an intense orgasm, and then you
even stripped naked and spread your legs for a 16-year old boy."
I was blushing furiously.
"Listen... I wouldn't lie to you. These men are really good
lovers. Three or four of them have big cocks and they really
know how to use them. You'll be wined and dined in the best
restaurants, see some great plays and concerts, and have really
hot sex instead of just sitting home with your 6 and 8 year old
kids two weeks out of every month. As an added bonus, all these
men are very, very discreet. They never talk to anyone about
this. You already know that. We're best friends and until
today, you never suspected that 9 different men are fucking me
regularly. Grant doesn't have a clue and neither will Howard."
"And as a second added bonus, Howard will get the new district
manager's position, and if you're as hot in bed as I think you
are, he'll be a VP within a couple of years."
"So what should I do? How do I go about this?"
"You already know the answer to that, Honey. Rosch, Heidorn,
and Burditt are going to call you next week, and Feldman already
has a date to take you to dinner. I suggest you wear something
incredibly hot and sexy and give all of them the hottest, wildest
fuck you've ever given any man."
"What about the other VP's and the associate CEO?"
"You don't need to worry, Darla. Once Rosch, Heidorn, Burditt,
and Feldman fuck you, they'll inform the others and you will very
shortly receive invitations from them as well."
"If I do this, how often will they fuck me?"
"Everyday that Howard is traveling two or three of them will
fuck you... at lunch... afternoon delight... and that night after
your kids are in bed. There will be less sex when he's in town,
but you know all the meetings he has to attend. One VP ties
Howard up in a meeting while another VP fucks Howard's hot wife.
Simple."
"Basically, she continued, "there are the 8 wives of the
district managers and an equal number of wives of the associate
district managers with most of them working to help their
husbands. So, counting you, about 13 or 14 wives have to satisfy
the 9 men in the upper administration."
By the time Sylvia finished, I was surprised to find myself
unconsciously rubbing my pussy under my dress.
"Looks like you need the same service right now that you
provided me earlier. Pull your dress up, Darla. I'm going to
slip off your panties and take care of your problem."
She did... several times.
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Dinner with Rosch:
Howard left for his 10 day to two week inspection tour early
Monday morning around 6 AM. The previous evening after the
children were asleep, he had stripped me naked, and then tied my
ankles to the bedposts and my hands stretched above my head.
After he had me securely tied, he shoved a pillow beneath my ass
to elevate my pussy into the position he desired... up and open.
While I squirmed on the bed with my juices seeping from my
excited vagina, he slowly removed his clothes. "Hurry, please
hurry!" I had moaned.
Howard had ignored me and as I lay on the bed throbbing and
panting in heat, he had casually packed his suitcase, his cock
rigidly erect as he did so. I couldn't tear my eyes away from
that thick shaft. Before he finished packing, I was humping
wildly on the pillow. Desperately, I had tried to press my
thighs together to get some pressure on my pulsing clitoris, but
my stud husband had me tied so tightly, it was impossible. I was
finally reduced to begging him to make me cum.
Finally, he stood at the edge of the bed and fisted his rigid
sex spike. "Want it?" he asked calmly.
"You Bastard! You sexy, dirty Bastard!" I had screamed at him.
My confident husband just shrugged as I cursed him. "Ok. If
that's the way you feel," he had said softly, "I guess you don't
want it." He moved to the side of the bed, and, as I struggled
helplessly with his rigid, 7-inch cock just a few inches from my
hungry mouth, he blindfolded me. "There," he said when had
finished. "Now you don't even have to look at it."
My pussy now throbbing so hard, I could feel my secretions
seeping down the crack of my ass. I heard him moving things
around in his closet as he selected the suits he intended to wear
on his trip. Five minutes later I had begun begging again....
"Please... Don't torture me. I want it. Please. I WANT IT!" I
had yelled at him.
"That's better. What do you want?"
"Your cock... your tongue... anything... please. I can't stand
this. OOoohhhh please... let me cum... LET ME CUM!" I had whined
and pleaded as I thrust my pussy as high as I could in an effort
to entice my husband between my gaping thighs.
He made me wait at least fifteen minutes. It was fifteen
minutes of sheer torture! After fourteen minutes, my hips were
hunching up and down in rapid short thrusts... each one
accompanied by repeated moans and grunts of female desire and
desperate passion.
Finally, small, repeated orgasms began to rip through my cunt.
I couldn't keep from screaming, "AH! AH! AH! OHHH SHIT! OHHH
SHIT! OHHH SHIT! CAN'T STAND IT... CAN'T STAND IT... AH! AH!
AH! AH! AH! PLEASE! PLEASE! FUCK MEEEEE!!"
When I finally felt his body on the bed with me, I had started
to babble incoherently... just meaningless female shrieks of
need. When his tongue pushed into my throbbing sex hole and
moved upward to stroke my swollen, dancing clitoris, I had cum
instantly... explosively... my juices pouring from my cunt hole.
Howard had licked me for a long time... orgasm after orgasm
pulsed through my body until I was nothing more than a babbling
piece of cunt meat.
Finally, he had removed my blindfold and untied me. I was
breathing so hard, I couldn't speak to plead for his cock. He
had given it to me anyway. When it entered my convulsing hole, I
began to cum over and over... continuously.
Howard had fucked me relentlessly... slamming his sex spike
into the bottom of my vagina on every thrust. I helped him ram
me even harder and deeper by locking my legs around his waist in
a death grip. I had grunted and howled as that magnificent cock
had pleasured my cunt the way a woman's cunt was meant to be
pleasured.
Before Howard had finished using me, three cum loads were
pooled deep inside my stretched out pussy. The bed beneath my
hips was soaked with his cum and my cuntal secretions. We were
both too exhausted to move. In just a few minutes, we were in a
deep sleep, his cock still buried inside my soaked vagina, my
legs still up and around his butt.
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At 3 PM that afternoon, the phone rang. I knew who it was
before I answered. As soon as I picked up the receiver, the
deep, confident masculine voice confirmed my guess.
"I'll pick you up at 8 PM, Darla. Dress hot for me."
The quiet confidence and utter command present in his voice
caused a tremor of excitement in my pussy. I could hear my heart
beating. My cunt was still sore from the fierce fucking it had
received from my husband the previous evening, but it didn't
matter. Rosch's masculinity just overwhelmed me. "I don't know
if I can find a baby sitter," I said trying to escape what I
absolutely knew was going to be the end of my 9 years of being a
faithful wife.
"That will never be a problem. We retain several sitters who
are always on call for us exclusively. They have been
meticulously checked out for competence. The children love them,
and they love their job, as well they should considering the
large salaries we pay each of them. There will be no expense for
you so nothing will ever appear that might catch your husband's
eye. I'll tell Joan to be at your house by 7:30 PM so you will
have plenty of time to introduce her to your children and give
her any instructions you deem necessary. 8 PM, Darla. Be
ready."
At 7:20 PM I was dressed and waiting for Joan in my study.
Joan turned out to be a young, single blonde about 20 years old
and very pretty. I introduced her to our two children and gave
her a set of instructions and phone numbers to call in an
emergency.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Keppel. I've been thoroughly trained in
CPR, various emergency procedures, and I know all the people to
call in emergencies. By the way, I'm a pre-nursing major at the
university. We'll be just fine."
"Wow! You're easily the most experienced and educated baby
sitter I've ever had. I hope the firm pays you well."
"They do... twice as much as I could make at any other job.
And its a salary, not just an hourly rate... fringe benefits
included as well. So you know I'm going to work hard to do a
first rate job for you and the firm."
"I'm sure you will." I walked over to check my purse for the
important items I needed... a small bottle of astroglide, an
extra pair of panties, a disposal douche, makeup, a small vial of
perfume, and two three-packs of condoms. When I turned, Joan was
staring at me.
"Anything wrong?" I asked puzzled.
"No. Not at all. I was just admiring you. You're an
incredibly beautiful woman. Are you a natural redhead, if you
don't mind my asking."
I laughed, "No. I just thought I'd change my hair color as an
added touch for tonight."
"First time?" she asked.
When she saw my lack of comprehension of her question, she
elaborated. "First time to date one of the VP's of the firm."
I felt my face redden with embarrassment. This young woman
knew I was stepping out on my husband... probably intending to
cheat. "Well... It's just... eh... Yes, yes it is," I stammered
helplessly.
"You'll have a wonderful time! Stuart is awesome!"
At that moment, the doorbell sounded. I opened it, and Rosch
stepped confidently into my living room. His eyes darted over my
low-cut, pink top that exposed over half of my 36DD breasts and
then moved downward to check out my tight mini-skirt, stockings,
and heels. "I like your natural hair color better, Darla, but the
red is a sexy change. Are you ready?"
"Very ready," I replied truthfully. I saw Joan grinning at me.
When Rosch turned away, she winked at me and gave me a "thumbs
up" sign.
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As I slid into Stuart's Mercedes, my short skirt pulled even
higher on my thighs. When I raised up to pull it down, his stern
voice stopped me short.
"Don't! Leave your skirt where it is. If it comes up, it
stays up. Always."
I settled back in the plush seat and fastened my seat belt
leaving my skirt hiked up almost to my panties. "I wasn't sure
whether I would accept your dinner invitation or not. I guess it
was your confident manner that decided me," I said, more to make
conversation than anything else. His response sent several more
shivers through me.
"I had no doubt that you would accept, Darla. How big are your
tits?"
Still more shivers... "36DD," I heard myself responding to his
impertinent question.
"I thought so. They're beautiful, but then, you already know
that or you wouldn't be wearing that top which displays them so
fully and so well."
I blushed, half with pride and half with shame that this man
knew that I wanted men to see my breasts. "Thank you," I
whispered as more shivers were rippling up and down my spine.
"I like your stockings. Very, very sexy and sensuous. Thank
you! Are you wearing panties?"
Now my body actually began to tremble. I couldn't keep from
pressing my thighs together. "Yes... I'm wearing thin, white
bikini panties."
"Why?"
"Some men enjoy taking off a woman's panties," I replied.
Stuart's expression let me know that I had said exactly the right
thing.
Abruptly, Stuart changed the subject. "Darla, I'm taking you
to a very exclusive dinner club tonight. It's called simply
"Brumell's". The clientele is very, very exclusive. Only
members are allowed, and the membership is severely restricted.
The point is that there is no chance... absolutely no chance
whatsoever that you will see any one whom you know other than
vice presidents of the firm and perhaps the CEO or his assistant.
Consequently, our privacy is assured. I'm sure you understand
the importance of this."
I nodded in confirmation. "That's also why I'm driving
tonight. Normally, I have a chauffeur, but not when I see you."
"So, the point is that there is no possibility that my husband
will find out that you've taken me ... eh... taken me to dinner."
"Correct, unless you tell him and I assume you will not do
that."
"We are still 10 minutes drive from the Brumell's, Darla. I
would like to see your breasts now and your panties, if you don't
mind."
Now it wasn't shivers or trembling... it was an intense
throbbing excitement between my thighs. "Do you want me to
remove my top and my skirt, Stuart?"
"Would you if I ask you too?"
"Yes."
"Good, but I prefer that you simply remove your breasts from
the top and pull your skirt up to the top of your thighs so that
your panties are exposed."
It took less than minute before I was sitting with both of my
tits fully exposed and my wet panties in view. We drove like
that for three or four minutes. For the last five minutes of the
drive, Rosch turned on the inside lights to allow other drivers
to see me. He handed me a mask and said, "Put this on so no one
will recognize you."
All the way to Brumell�s, I heard cars and trucks passing.
Each time, Rosch slowed the car to allow them ample viewing time.
Several men honked their horns in appreciation. By the time we
reached Brumell's, my panties were soaked, and both Rosch and I
could smell my musky sexual aroma.
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Once inside the club, we were escorted to a private alcove
where a waiter wearing a Tux took our orders from Rosch. All I
did was sit still and allow the young man to stare into my
cleavage. He made no attempt to conceal his interest in what was
inside my blouse.
"It's one of the perks for working here," Rosch explained. "I
leave monetary tips. If you wish to provide a gratuity, do so by
allowing him to see more."
The dinner was nothing short of amazing. Every thing was
prepared to perfection, and the subtle flavors were unlike any I
have ever tasted. Finally, I said, "These dishes are
incredible!"
"They are, aren't they," Stuart said with a smile of pleasure
that I appreciated the cuisine so much. "It's not surprising
though considering the fact that we pay the head chef $200,000
per year plus bonuses and other perks."
"What sort of perks?"
"Various kinds. Mainly women."
As we were enjoying dessert, Stuart asked in a soft whisper,
"Have you been with other men since marriage, Darla?"
"No. I've never cheated on Howard."
"That is impressive! Nine years, right?"
When I nodded, he shocked me by saying, "If you want to keep
your impressive record intact, we can enjoy the dinner, relax
with an after dinner excellent brandy, and chat for as long as we
like. Then, I'll escort you home and thank you for a wonderful
evening. The course of the evening from this point onward is in
your beautiful hands."
As I worked on the delicately flavored dessert on my plate, I
realized with surprise that I was upset by Stuart's considerate
gesture. I didn't want to have a choice. I wanted him to simply
take me and ravish me so that later, I could rationalize my
slutty behavior by telling myself that I had been seduced by a
consummate Don Juan whom I was powerless to resist. Now, I had
to tell this man that I wanted sex... that I wanted him to fuck
me.
When our waiter removed our dessert dishes, Rosch leaned closer
and whispered, "Well?"
Before he asked, I had decided that it was ridiculous for me to
act like an innocent young girl. I had accepted his dinner
invitation after he had told me at the party that he wanted to
have sex with me and would call me. So, without hesitation, I
whispered my reply, "I don't want to sit here, drink brandy, and
chat, Stuart. I want you to take me somewhere and fuck me anyway
you wish."
"Wonderful! Naturally, that is exactly what I want as well.
I'm going fuck you in your marriage bed... first, because no one
will see us together, and secondly, because it's incredibly hot
to screw a married woman in her own bed."
My nipples were hard and throbbing. I could feel my pussy
gushing. I was in heat for this man, and he knew it.
"The next time our waiter arrives, he will ask if we desire
anything else. I will say no and give him a large monetary
gratuity. If you wish to add something, this will be the time to
do it. Anything is acceptable at Brumell's."
When the waiter returned, he found me sitting on the table with
my legs resting on the surface, knees together, but with my skirt
high on my thighs exposing a generous expanse of my stocking-clad
thighs. He smiled appreciatively as Stuart thanked him and
placed a substantial gratuity on the table. As he did so, I
slowly raised my left leg and spread my thighs wide apart. The
position totally exposed my naked cunt. To increase the
gratuity, I reached beneath my ass and spread my pussy open for
his viewing pleasure.
I throbbed when I saw the waiter's eyes boring into my exposed
sex. The intensity of his lust for me was making me shudder.
Wishing to be as generous with my gratuity as Rosch had been, I
lowered my top and removed both breasts. The waiter could no
longer resist squeezing and stroking his erection through his
pants.
"Stuart smiled and said to the waiter, "I'm going to go have
our car brought around to the front door. That should take 10
minutes or so. You may use the gratuity my lady friend has
provided as you wish during that time, but you must not touch
her. Understand?"
"Yes Sir, and thank you, Sir," he responded as his hand moved
up and down on his crotch.
Just before he exited the room, Rosch turned and took in the
tableau... the waiter had extracted his iron-hard prick and was
slowly stroking it to be certain he used the entire 10 minutes
Rosch had given him. His eyes were locked onto my cunt and tits
as he jacked off. I wondered where he would shoot his load.
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Stuart was holding the car door open for me as I came out of
Brumell's. Once more, my skirt rode high on my thighs as I
scooted across the seat. This time, I made no attempt to pull it
down.
"As he drove out of the parking lot, he smiled and asked, "What
happened to your panties?"
"I removed them when I went to the ladies room earlier. I
thought I needed to be prepared to give the nice waiter a good
tip."
"Did he cum on you?"
"Of course he came on me. And I mean he really came on me! It
looked like he hadn't had sex for weeks."
"Where did he shoot it?"
"See for yourself," I said pulling my skirt up to fully expose
my cunt. Several long ropes of semen crisscrossed across my
belly and more was running down the insides of my thighs.
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Joan was waiting for us as soon as we arrived back at my house.
She gave me a big smile and said, "The children are sound
asleep. I read them a couple of bedtime stories and before I
finished the second one, they were both out for the night. I'm
sure they won't wake up until morning."
"That's great. Thank you. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing. It's all paid for by the firm. I hope I have the
opportunity to sit with you children again. They're delightful."
She certainly knew how to make a mother feel good, I thought as
I pressed a $10 bill into her hand. "Just an expression of my
appreciation," I said as she took the tip gracefully. "I've got a
good bottle of wine in the kitchen. I'll get it," I said to
Stuart.
As I turned to go to the kitchen, I noticed Joan giving Stuart
a questioning look and then watching me. Once I was out of
sight, I stepped back to the kitchen door and listened. Joan was
whispering to Stuart. It was just barely loud enough for me to
hear.
"Have you fucked her yet?"
"Not yet. I'm going to bang her in her own bed."
"Ooohh... sooo sexy. She said it was her first time. Is it
really?"
"I think so. She's been faithful for 9 years."
"Well, I'd would say that she'll only be that way for about 30
more minutes."
"Less, Joan. Less."
"MMmmmmm... have fun. I want to hear all about it. Keep track
of how many times you make her cum."
When Joan left, I was embarrassed but also fiery hot and ready
for cock.
As soon as I came back into the den, Rosch was all over me.
His mouth devoured mine as we fucked each other with our tongues.
As he French kissed me, his hands pulled down my top letting my
tits pop out. A moment later, his hands had pulled up my short
skirt to allow his fingers to dance over my throbbing, naked
clitoris.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Darla."
"Ohhhh yesss! Hurry. I want you to fuck me... to screw me...
to make me cum. Hurry, Darling. Take me to my bedroom where my
husband makes love to me and fuck me like a hot whore. I have
condoms if you feel better using one."
"No way. I'm always going to fuck you bareback. The loads go
into your cunt and ass... not into a condom... ever!"
I shuddered. "Yesssss!!! Into me... Shoot in me... every
time!" I groaned in hot passion.
I gasped when Rosch picked me up in his arms like I weighed
nothing and carried me into the bedroom. After putting me on the
bed, he began to remove his clothing as I watched, my fingers
rubbing my clit and sliding in and out of my excited cunt.
"Take off your skirt. Leave the rest on."
By the time I had my skirt off, Stuart was naked and lying on
the bed. "Get on it. Face me with you thighs wide open so I can
see my cock sinking into your hot married fuck hole."
His obscene words enflamed me. Throwing my leg over his, I
mounted him and pressed my pussy against his rigid, thick fuck
stick. Raising my hips, I grasped his rod and adjusted the
throbbing head at the entrance to my hole. When I let my hips
drop down, we both moaned at the intense pleasure produced by the
entry. My cunt stretched and his cock frictioned against my
G-spot causing me moan in hot passion. My slick, tight cunt
walls slid sensuously down and over his throbbing cock head
sending waves of sexual pleasure to his brain causing a deep
masculine roar of pleasure.
With a roar, Stuart began fucking me like a whore... just as I
had requested. He hammered me until I was screaming in orgasm.
After my first orgasm, he pulled me forward so that he could
suck my nipples while he hammered his organ in and out of my
contracting vagina. I helped by raising and lowering my ass over
his driving rod. Again and again, it hammered into my womb until
I was wailing in another orgasm. This time, he joined me and I
felt the gush of his huge load pumping into my cunt.
We rested for awhile, but Rosch never removed his organ from
inside my pussy. He gradually got hard again and once more began
to fuck me. When he was fully hard, he ordered me to get on my
back and assume the female fucking position...as he put it.
Scrambling onto my back, I pulled my legs back and spread wide
making my cunt a perfect target for his raging sex gun. He
nailed it into me like a raging bull. At first, he had my ass at
the edge of the bed while he was standing on the floor pumping
his cock in and out of my hot hole.
Gradually, his thrusts forced me back into the center of the
bed. Rosch got on the bed with me, mounted me, and again drove
his pulsing organ deep into my waiting cunt. He fucked me harder
and harder with each stroke until, finally, he was above me
driving almost straight down into my pussy. I was honking like a
sow being bred. His masculine roars of pleasure as he fucked a
hot female cunt echoed throughout the bedroom. I came again.
Once more me pulled my ass to the bed's edge and fucked his rod
into me again. I was now gasping on every stroke. Stuart began
to grunt and then growl... "Get ready, Darla... I'm gonna cum in
you again."
"Oohhhh Baby... I'm more than ready. Give it to me, Stud.
Shoot your big gun into my cunt hole, Honey. Fuck the shit out
of meeeeeeeeeeee!"
He did. His sex gun fired off volley after volley of thick
sperm into me receptive cunt.
After his second load was safely deep inside my hole bathing
the neck of my womb, we had the wine I had brought from the
kitchen. I slowly stroked his cock while he rubbed my clitoris
until my hips began to hump against his hand. Gradually, he
increased his finger action until he brought me to another
climax. After I had cum, he described how often he would be
fucking me. He also said some of the other senior management
would be giving me call.
"I know," I replied. "Can you fuck me again? I like it doggy
style."
I got Stuart's third load on my hands and knees. He knelt
behind me pumping it all the way in and out on every stroke. My
pussy wouldn't stop throbbing and contracting. When he finally
left, I collapsed to the bed and lay on my stomach, unable to
move, my pussy stretched wide open and leaking his semen onto the
sheet.
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Devin Rings:
I had just managed to get the children on the bus to school
when the phone rang. I expected it to me one of the vice
presidents or Howard. It turned out to be Sylvia.
"Ok. What happened last night. Tell me every thing, you sexy
woman," she said in her best conspiratorial tone.
"I had dinner with Stuart Rosch. He took me to Brumell's to
dinner, which was just fabulous. I've never tasted anything so
delicious."
"And afterwards? Then what happened?"
"Well, let's just say that my nine-year streak of being a
faithful wife ended last night after we had dinner."
"I knew that," Sylvia complained. "I called to find out all
the hot, sexy details. Come on... give!"
"Stuart brought me back here. After the baby sitter left, he
took me in my own bed."
"How? What positions? How many times. Tell me, Honey."
The first time he had me mount him as he lay on his back on my
bed. He made me sit on him so he could see his cock going in and
out of me as I fucked myself on it. I had to do all the work
until I had had an orgasm."
"Ooohhhhh damn! That's so wild. Then what?"
"He pulled me over his body so he get his mouth on my nipples
and then he began to do all the work. I was like I was being
screwed by a jack hammer. I think I got off three times before
he had his orgasm."
"Did he use a condom?"
"I offered him one, but he refused. He told me that his loads
were always going to go into my pussy or ass."
"AAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"You're masturbating, aren't you? You hot slut!"
"Go on. Please. Don't stop."
"After he had cum in me, he kept his penis inside me while we
kissed and stroked each other. I thought we were done... God!
Was I ever wrong! Stuart got hard as iron again in just a short
time. He made me get on my back in... as he put it... in female
fucking position."
"Which was?"
"You know, you've gotten it enough like that."
"Ooohhhh I know...but tell me anyway."
"On my back, legs up the air, knees spread wide and pulled back
almost against my tits."
"UUuunnnnnn.... yessssssssss!!"
"After he had like that, he mounted me and fucked me like a
stallion breeding a mare in heat... which I was."
"Did you cum again?"
"At least a half dozen times before he told me get ready that
he was going to cum in me again."
"UUnngggh.... I'm almost there... was that it?"
"No. I wanted more, so I asked if he could fuck me again. He
had me suck his cock. It only took maybe five minutes of sucking
him until he was rigid again. He made me get on my hands and
knees with my head on the bed, my ass arched up. He got behind
me and fucked me like a bitch. I couldn't stop cumming. I came
four or five times before he shot another load of cum into me.
After that I just collapsed."
"FUCKKKKKKKKK.... I'M CUMMMMING!!"
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It was nearly noon when my phone rang again. Again, I expected
it to be another one of the vice presidents. This time, I was
correct.
"Hi, Darla. It's Devin. I told you I'd call you. I know that
Howard is off on his latest trip and you're alone. I want you...
but you already know that from the party at Feldman's.
When I didn't respond, Devin simply said, "I'll be there a
little after one. I'll ring the bell five times in rapid
succession. If your answer is 'no', just don't open the door. I
won't ring a second time. I'll wait a minute or so and then
leave. If your answer is 'yes', just open the door, and we'll
have a wonderful time for the rest of the afternoon... Remember,
1 PM or so... five rapid rings. The rest is up to you." Devin
hung up. I realized my pussy was wet.
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The clock on the mantle had just struck once at 1 PM when the
shrill ringing of the doorbell broke the silence in the room:
once... twice... three times... four... and finally a quick fifth
ring. Then silence.
Having dressed a half hour before in nothing but a black bra
with matching black garter belt and thong, a pair of dark,
thigh-high stockings and a wicked pair of black heels, there was
no reason to hesitate. I opened the front door 20 seconds after
the fifth, short ring.
As soon as Devin saw my whorish outfit, he moved quickly into
the house, kicked the door shut, and wrapped me in his powerful
arms. My mouth opened to receive his tongue as his hands
explored every curve of my almost completely exposed ass.
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The bedsprings squeaked and groaned loudly as they were
compressed and released in rapid succession. Each squeak of the
bedsprings was accompanied by a soft female moan of passion mixed
with a deep, masculine growl of hot pleasure... over and over.
"UUNGH!-AAGH!" "UUNGH!-AAGH!" "UUNGH!-AAGH!" "UUNGH!-AAGH!"
Gradually, the squeaking of the bedsprings increased in volume
and frequency as did the female moans and male grunts. I was
mounted on Devin... my stocking-clad thighs spread wide on either
side of his hips. His thick phallus stood upright like a huge
stalagmite with its head socked firmly into the hot, wet cylinder
of my excited vagina. Again and again, I rammed my pussy down on
that waiting sex spike. Each time it raced upward into my wildly
throbbing hole, an involuntary moan of pleasure would erupt from
my lungs. And each time the big knob at the stalagmite's end
thudded into my womb, Devin grunted in the way men always grunt
when they feel their cock pounding into the bottom of a woman's
cunt.
When I felt my orgasm about to explode, my hips hammered up and
down faster and faster. Devin's hands gripped me firmly and
thrust upward each down my ass descended. The combined motions
stretched me wide open. The force with which the cock slammed
into my womb drove it up and back to provide more room for Devin
to get into me even deeper.
"I'm about to cum!!!" I screamed.
"ME TOO! FUCK FASTER... HARDER!!" the excited male beneath me
ordered.
I rammed my ass down on the throbbing sex spike as hard as I
could. "UUNNGGHH!" came my tortured howl of pleasure. At that
same instant, the clock on the mantel began to toll 4 PM:
BONGGG!
Quickly, I jerked my ass upward until only the big, swollen,
purple head remained inside my cunt. My hips slammed all the way
down as hard as I could thrust as Devin drove his spike upward
with male authority.
"UUNNGGHH!! BONGGG!"
Devin's hands pushed my ass up as my thighs pushed downward to
lift me off his big, throbbing pleasure stick. The big head
stretched my opening wide sending shivers of ecstasy surging
through my pussy. Working together, we rammed his entire length
back into my hot cavern. The head pounded against my womb.
"UUNNGGHH!! BONGGG!"
"NOW! NOW! COCK ME, DEVIN! GONNA CUM!!"
Once more, the ejaculating prick pounded into the bottom of my
hole where it spewed repeated gushes of semen into my depths. At
the same time, my clitoris and vagina erupted in a series of gut
wrenching contractions.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH... UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH! CUMMMING!!" I howled in
female heat.
BONGGG!
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An hour later, Devin was behind me holding my leg up high to
give him room to penetrate my pussy. I had cum so many times, I
knew I wouldn't be able to reach another climax. But Devin was
hard and hot again, and I knew that there was no way in hell he
was going to stop until he had pumped his fourth load into me.
At the moment, the clock began to chime 5 PM.
"Oh shit! Devin. Devin!" I screamed trying to get the
attention of the rutting male who only had one thing on his mind
at the moment. We've got to stop. It's 5 PM. I have to pick up
my kids."
He ignored me as his cock fucked me with the relentless
determination of a man intent on planting seed in a female hole.
"Gotta finish... gotta finish," he grunted. "Can't stop... can't
stop... need to cum! gotta fuck and cum!"
I marveled at how a man's vocabulary, even that of a vice
president, was reduced to that of an 8-year old when he was about
to cum inside a woman's cunt. "Then hurry... fuck me faster and
shoot it in. Hurry! I have to pick up my kids."
He pulled out and rolled me onto my back. Jerking my leg up
and putting it on his shoulder, he grunted, "cum faster like
this... ugh! ugh! UGH!"
Every thrust forced breath from my lungs as he plowed in and
out of my pussy like a wild gorilla. I felt his organ expand and
began to throb. A moment later, it was jerking in hard, repeated
spasms as Devin ejected his load into my waiting cunt hole.
Since I had no time to bathe or change clothes, I just pulled a
dress over my head and raced to the school to collect my
children, sperm and semen pouring out of my naked cunt. When the
kids got into the car with me, my thighs were slick with Devin's
semen and the back of my dress was soaked with it. "Smells sort
of funny in here," my son commented. I hoped his older sister
didn't know what the aroma was.
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The Knight's Club:
Joel Burditt had called before noon. Unlike Devin, he didn't
give me a choice. He simply informed that he would pick me up at
8 PM, that we would have dinner and then go to a club. I was
instructed to wear something erotic. After he hung up, I
thought, "Obviously, the word about my availability has spread."
At 7 PM the phone rang, and again, it was Sylvia.
"Hi. Did you call to get all the hot details about me and
Devin?" I asked.
"No. Not this time, Honey. I have a date tonight too and that
beats masturbation any time. I just called to give a little
advance warning."
"About what?"
"Who's taking you out tonight?"
"Joel Burditt. We're going to dinner and then to a club."
"I know. I'm going out with Frank Ortman tonight. He said
that we were going to the Knight's Club and that one of the VPs
was taking you there too. That's why I'm calling."
"What's so special about the Knight's Club?"
"It's a club owned and run by the firm. Very private... only
the CEO, his associate, the VPs, and some very important clients
are members."
"So?"
"So... it's a sex club. It's very likely that Ortman and
Burditt plan on doing us together. Just wanted you to have some
advance warning so you won't do something foolish."
"Like what?"
"Like refuse to have sex and mess up Howard's chances again."
"You're telling me that Burditt and Ortman will be having sex
with both of us together tonight?"
"Possibly... or maybe not. Or then again, maybe more."
"More? More what?"
"More men, Honey. More cocks fucking us. Depends on who's at
the club tonight and how many women are present. See you there,
Darla."
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Again, Joan arrived promptly at 7:50 PM. "Wow! You look even
hotter than you did on Monday when Rosch took you out."
"Thanks. No new directions. Same as last time," I told her.
Stepping close so the children would not hear, Joan whispered,
"Who's going to be fucking you tonight?"
I didn't know what to say to such a question. So, I just told
Joan the truth. "Joel Burditt is taking me to dinner and then to
the Knight's Club."
"Oh damn! I wish you were babysitting and he was taking me
there," Joan said with a soft moan, her hand pressing against her
breast.
"I take it that Burditt has had sex with you before?"
"Of course. So have all the other executives."
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For dinner, Burditt took me back to Brumell's. Once again, our
waiter was Maurice, the same one we had had when I was here with
Rosch. And once more, the cuisine was fantastic.
As we were enjoying the crepe suzettes for dessert, Burditt
commented, "Stuart told me he brought you here earlier this
week."
I nodded, and Burditt continued: "He said you gave Maurice a
nice gratuity consisting of an unobstructed view of your
delicious body and then permitted him to cream you."
Again, I nodded getting excited at the memories.
"That was erotic. I'm sure he enjoyed it. Tonight, you need
to give him an even better gratuity."
"What do you suggest?"
"I don't ask you how much of a monetary gratuity to leave him;
you shouldn't ask me how much of a sexual gratuity to leave him.
I will wait in the car for you, just as Rosch did."
The scene after dinner was nearly identical to one with Rosch.
Burditt handed Maurice a sizable monetary tip and told him he was
going outside to collect his car and that he expected that to
take 10 to 15 minutes. I was aware that he was giving Maurice an
additional 5 minutes to enjoy me over what Rosch had granted.
When Burditt left the room, I was sitting on the table smiling
at the young man. He smiled back clearly not knowing exactly how
to proceed. After all, it was my decision whether or not to
provide a sexual gratuity and, if I did, to decide what it was to
be. Obviously, the VPs expected their women to provide something
appropriate to the situation.
"We have 15 minutes, Maurice. Would you like to fuck me?"
His face brightened considerably making me aware that it was
more than he had expected. I seemed clear that the other wives
must stop short of screwing the waiters. "I would love to," he
said. Glancing at the large bulge in his pants, I knew he
wouldn't have the slightest problem collecting in full on his
gratuity.
"Can you finish us both in 15 minutes?"
"That won't be a problem, Mrs. Keppel. I saw his cock throb
inside his pants. I had started to invite him to address me as
"Darla", but changed my mind when I saw how hot it got him to
think about screwing a married woman."
"Good. I was hoping it wouldn't be." I turned and bent over
the table. Once bent over, I pulled my skirt up above over my
hips leaving my pussy naked except for the tiny thong nestled
between the cheeks of my ass. "I assume that you can take care
of the thong, Maurice."
He had absolutely no problems in doing just that. He simply
pulled it over my ass and down my thighs. I had intended to
remain silent while he screwed me so as not to disturb all the
other guests, but it was so erotic and so intense when he entered
me, I couldn't suppress a groan. When he began to fuck me with
hard, strong, authoritative masculine thrusts, I gasped, an
intense moan of pleasure exploding from my lips.
"Ohh... god. Maurice. If you do it to me that hard, I'm not
going to be able to keep from screaming. I'll upset all the
other customers."
With the confident assurance of a male in total command of the
female bent over in front of him, he said, "Scream as much and as
loud as you want, Mrs. Keppel. The room is soundproof. No one
will hear you cumming." Holding my hips, he began fucking me
like a whore. And I did scream... loud and long. Maurice
finished me twice in 12 minutes and then said, "My turn now, Mrs.
Keppel. Ready?"
"Ooohhhhhh yessss," I howled. "SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNN!" He
did... about 6 times.
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The Knight's Club was plush, to say the least. The decor and
all the furnishings reeked of wealth and opulence, not to mention
a considerable amount of decadence. There were erotic paintings
decorating the walls in most of the rooms. In one room, the
paintings were replaced with large, high-definition photographs
of women, couples, and groups engaged in sex.
When Burditt saw me examining the photographs, he folded his
arms around me, each of his hands capturing and cupping one my
breasts, and whispered, "What do you think of our photographic
collection?"
"Mmmmmmmm... it's very erotic."
"Get closer. Examine the photographs more closely," he
ordered, his fingers now working on my hard and throbbing
nipples. I was panting with excitement as I moved closer.
With a shock, I realized that the women in the photos were the
wives of the Associate District Managers and the District
Managers. Some of the men pleasuring them were the VPs and the
CEO. Others I didn't recognize. I assumed they were important
clients of the firm. With a second shock, I realized that I was
going to be filmed having sex tonight and when I was brought to
the club in the future, my photos would be on the walls.
Burditt now had the top of my dress open and my tits out as he
led me around the room so I could inspect all the erotic
photographs. I stopped in front of one wall where I saw a large
picture showing Sylvia with her legs high in the air with Chris
Harbeck's cock buried deep inside her vagina. In the picture to
the right, Sylvia was being double fucked by Devin Heidorn and a
man I didn't recognize. Heidorn was in her pussy, the unknown
man in her ass. A small shriek of pleasure escaped my mouth as
Burditt pulled and erotically twisted my nipples.
Leaning close to my ear, Joel cupped both of my tits and
whispered, "I want you now! Let's go to my private quarters."
My throbbing enflamed pussy answered for me. "Oh yes! Take me
there. Do it to me," I heard myself moaning.
Joel led me down a hallway with rooms on either side. A brass
plaque attached to each door had the name of one of the
executives of the firm. When we reached the one with the name
"Mr. Joel Burditt, Vice-President" on the plaque, he inserted a
gold key in the lock and held the door open for me.
"Sit on the bed, Darla."
"Do want me to remove my clothes?"
"Not yet. There's nothing more erotic than sex with a woman
when she's still dressed."
The erotic thought sent shivers of anticipation through my
body. As I watched, Joel began to remove his clothing. In
moments, he was down to just his jockey briefs. The small
garment was totally inadequate to contain his engorged manhood.
The massive and rigidly erect organ had forced its way out the
waistband so that the head and three inches of thick shaft were
exposed. Strands of precum leaked from the throbbing head and
slowly slid down the big sex piston.
The sight was intensely erotic, fascinating, and frightening.
The certain knowledge that Joel was going to thrust that massive
shaft into me sent ripples of female heat and fear through my
vagina. Just looking at it made me fully aware of my wet cunt
and my engorged, erect, and pulsing clitoris. I could feel the
wetness seeping from my opening as my glands prepared my cunt to
receive his big cock. Sylvia had told me that a few of the VP's
had huge organs. Obviously, Joel Burditt was one of them.
"Oh my god! How big is it?" I gasped, my hand pressing against
the soaked crotch of my panties.
With an expression that was half grin, half leer, Joel pulled
off his briefs to let the huge shaft surge free. It jerked and
pulsed in the air like a live fierce sex snake. "Almost 10
inches," he said with masculine pride.
"I can't take that! No way!"
Joel just laughed at my fear. He moved closer and whacked the
side of my face with his cock. Then, he ran it up and down my
cheek, over my nose. He thumped it against my forehead, and then
against my mouth. "Lick!" he commanded.
I couldn't stop shaking as my tongue traveled up and down the
long length of his penis. On each downward journey I made
certain to caress every square inch of his sperm-filled balls.
===================================
Simultaneous Fuckings:
A little over 750 miles away, Howard Keppel reclined alone on
his bed in a Best Western hotel room. He was naked and very hard
from thinking about his gorgeous wife. It had now been three
days since he had had sex with her the night before he had left.
With at least seven more days to go before he could finish the
site visits, he was already randy for her hot pussy and lips.
"God, she was incredible last weekend," he thought as his hand
moved up and down his rigid penis. He remembered how wet and hot
her pussy had been... how wonderful it had felt sliding up and
down his embedded rod. Howard poured more lubricating oil on his
swollen penis.
Wrapping his hand firmly about his organ, his hips arched
upward driving the engorged shaft into the cylinder formed by his
curled fingers. Back and forth he thrust imagining that it was
Darla's hot cunt he was pumping. The erotic thoughts and the
friction of his hand on his cock brought a deep moan of pleasure
from Howard as he jacked off.
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Joel hips thrust upward driving his engorged shaft into the hot
cylinder formed by Darla lips and mouth. Back and forth he
thrust watching his cock pumping in and out of Darla's mouth.
The erotic image and the friction of her mouth on his cock
brought a deep moan of pleasure from Joel as he mouth fucked
Howard's wife.
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The bed springs in the Best Western hotel squeaked as Howard's
hips humped into his hand. He didn't want to cum yet. "Oohhhh
Man! If Darla were here, I'd make her mount my cock and give her
the fucking of her life," he said aloud as he imagined that his
hot, moaning wife was riding his big cock. He rammed his hips
upward pretending that his hand was his wife's squishing, tight
cunt hole. Howard drove his cock in and out of his hand faster
and faster. "I'm going to flood your hot cunt, Baby!" he
screamed as he felt his load rising in his balls.
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The bed springs in Joel's private quarters squeaked loudly as
Joel humped in and out of Darla mouth. He didn't want to cum
yet. "Oohhhh Man! I've got to mount this hot bitch on my cock
and give her the fucking of her life," he thought.
"Mount it," he growled. Watching the wildly excited wife
scramble onto his lap and desperately impale her cunt on his sex
spike made his cock throb with lust to fuck this hot female.
As Darla's cunt lips slid down his cock, he rammed his hips
upward driving 8 inches of man meat into her squishing tight cunt
hole. Her scream of female pleasure as he filled her sex
cylinder excited him to a fever pitch. Joel drove his cock in
and out of her gushing vagina as the brunette beauty howled in
the throes of another orgasm. "I'm going to flood your hot cunt,
Baby!" he screamed as he felt his load rising in his balls.
"UNNGHGGHHHH.... OOoohhh YES! Cum in me, Joel. Pump me full
of your hot load, Stud!" Howard's wife screamed as the huge organ
erupted deep inside her pussy.
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In the Best Western hotel, Howard's load spewed high into the
air. A second gush immediately followed the first, jetting
almost as high. The cum loads fell on his chest as several more
smaller streams of semen pumped from his ejaculating cock coating
his hand and his balls.
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In the Knight's Club, Joel's load spewed deep into Darla's
convulsing cunt hole. A second gush immediately followed the
first jetting almost as powerfully into her contracting vagina.
The cum loads coated the opening of her womb allowing the sperm
to swim frantically and rapidly inside in search of her eggs.
Several more smaller streams of semen pumped from his ejaculating
cock coating the walls of her vagina, her cunt lips, his plunging
prick, and the balls that were slapping against her ass as they
delivered the sperm and semen into her waiting cunt.
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After his orgasm, Howard rested while he watched some porn on
of the adult channels of the TV screen.
In the Knight�s Club, Joel and Darla kissed and stroked each
other as they recovered from their mutual orgasms. When they had
recovered sufficiently, Joel led a now naked Darla from his
private quarters into the community sex room. The room contained
several beds, mounted video cameras, a variety of different types
of sexual apparatus, and closed-circuit TV screens for the
viewing pleasure of those present. As Howard was watching porn
750 miles away, Darla's pussy was again throbbing as she watched
Sylvia being fucked by two men. One was Frank Ortman. The
second was apparently an important client since she didn't
recognize him.
When the TV in Howard's room showed an image of a hot
dark-haired slut lying on top of a guy with a huge 8-inch dick
that was pressed against her ass, obviously about to enter her
cunt, Howard's cock rapidly rose to a new, hard erection. Once
more, he began to jack off as he watched the big cock stretching
the brunette's cunt wide open and sinking into her depths.
At the Knight's Club, Howard's wife was throbbing in sexual
heat from watching the two men screwing Sylvia. Spreading her
legs, she looked at Joel pleadingly. He leered at the hot wife
and pulled her onto his body. Darla promptly spread her legs,
straddled his hips, and lowered her body so that her big tits
were mashed against Joel's chest. His 10-inch phallus reared
upward and slid up and down her soaked and ready sex trench.
"OH Please, Joel, Don't tease me with it. Fuck me with it.
Hurry! Put it innnnnnnnn!!" Darla cried in need. This was
quickly followed by a shrill feminine squeal as the huge phallus
entered her cunt and sank slowly deeper and deeper until 9 inches
was buried and the big head was caressing the cum-coated neck of
her womb.
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Sylvia and Darla:
I couldn't keep from howling as I felt Joel's huge organ
against my womb. He not only had a monster cock, he knew how to
use it to bring maximum pleasure to a woman. He hammered short,
authoritative masculine strokes in and out of my convulsing
pussy, each stroke driving me crazy with the friction against my
clitoris.
"OOOhhhhh What a cock!" I groaned in his ear as he pleasured
me. Two delicious fuck strokes followed and I gasped, "What a
Stud.... oooohhhh give it to me! Fuck me, Joel. Make me cum!"
He did. Several more times before he whispered that he
couldn't hold it any longer. My response was to hump my pussy
against him hard and fast, squeezing his big fuck stick with my
vaginal muscles until I was literally milking his balls of their
load. A couple of minutes later that load was safely housed deep
inside my cunt.
When I recovered, I was both surprised and shocked to see that
Sylvia, Frank Ortman, and the other guy I didn't recognize had
been standing beside the bed watching Joel fuck me.
"Damn, Man," the unknown guy said. "You really blew a huge
load into her. Do you mind if we use her for awhile?"
"Be my guest," Joel said graciously. "I'm wiped out right now.
And I'm pretty sure, Darla still wants more."
Without another word, Joel vacated the bed allowing Frank, the
other guy, and Sylvia to take his place.
As soon as everyone was on the bed, Sylvia made the
introductions. "Darla, you know Frank. This is Earl. He's a
very important client so we need to treat him appropriately."
I rolled over and spread my legs to give the two men and Sylvia
a wide-open view of my well-fucked pussy.
"Clean that up for us, Sylvia," Frank ordered. She didn't have
to be told how she was supposed to accomplish the task. Without
a word, she mounted me in '69' position. Her tongue swiped up
and down the length of my sex slit removing all traces of Joel's
load that clung to my lips. I felt I needed to return the favor
and began to clean her pussy of Frank and Earl's cum that covered
her blond pussy.
At first, I was embarrassed to be doing this with another
woman, but the intense pleasure of Sylvia's tongue on my clit and
in my pussy very quickly replaced my embarrassment with wild
excitement. In moments, my hips were thrusting against her mouth
in a desperate effort to cum. When my orgasm exploded, Earl
pulled Sylvia off my body and took her place.
I spread wide to give him room to get into my sex saddle. As
soon as his hips were socked into place, his cock slipped into my
ready and waiting vagina that was still throbbing in the orgasm
Sylvia's tongue had produced. Now it was throbbing around the
raging sex piston of this man whose name I had just learned.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHhh.... Like that... Yes... LIKE THAT, Earl.
FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Earl's cock was not close to as large as Joel's, but he knew
what to do with it. On every thrust, he made certain the base of
his cock ground with authority into my clitoris. After just a
few strokes, he had me moaning helplessly as he impaled me on his
rod again and again.
When my moans signaled my orgasm, the two men rearranged my
body such that I was sitting on Earl with his still loaded sex
gun deeply embedded inside my ass while Frank was between my
thighs fucking my still throbbing cunt. As the two men fucked me
fore and aft, Sylvia moved close enough for us to kiss as she
masturbated her clit.
I had never been double fucked before. The sensation was
indescribable. As the men plowed my holes and surged toward
their orgasms, I felt like a total sex slave... just two hot fuck
holes whose only purpose was to service huge male shafts and
bring them pleasure.
Earl was the first to ejaculate. His organ expanded inside my
ass hole. Then, it began to throb and jerk spastically. He was
grunting like a mindless stud as he prepared to plant seed in me.
When his cock began to spew its load into my ass, Earl slammed a
series of hard strokes in and out of my now widely stretched
hole.
Earl's body was still slowly thrusting when I felt the rod
inside my pussy beginning to pulse and jerk. A moment later,
Frank's penis throbbed as he hammered in his short strokes. Then
his dick ejaculated. At that point, my own orgasm exploded.
===================================
Top Brass:
I was still sound asleep when I was awakened by the insistent
ringing of my bedside phone. With some effort, I pushed myself
erect, supporting my weight on one elbow as I reached for the
phone."
"Hello."
"Good morning, Darla. Martin here. Martin Feldman. I hope I
didn't call too early."
"No, not at all," I lied. What else was I supposed to say to
the CEO of the corporation?
"Good... good. I'm just called to inform you of a change of
plans for our dinner engagement tonight. Both Stuart and Joel
told me how much you enjoyed the cuisine at Brumell's and, to be
certain, it is the best in the State. So, first, I wanted to let
you know that I cancelled our reservations at Martini's and
replaced them with a private dining room at Brumell's. I hope
that meets with your approval."
"My approval isn't necessary, Mr. Feldman. You're the CEO.
But just so you'll know, I love Brumell's. I had a great time
there with both Stuart and Joel."
"Wonderful! I hope tonight will be just as pleasing and
exciting for you."
"I have no doubt that it will be, Mr. Feldman."
"If you call me 'Mr. Feldman' one more time, Darla, I'll demote
Howard to mail clerk. Seriously, please use my first name. It's
Martin."
"I know your name, Martin, and I would be delighted to use it."
"One more thing, Darla. Since you've already enjoyed evenings
with three of our VP's, I didn't think you would object if I
invited my associate CEO, Neal Folden, nto join us tonight. Is
that acceptable?"
"It's much more than acceptable, Martin. It sounds very
exciting."
"It will be. I'll pick you up at 8 PM. As usual, Joan will be
at your house around 7:45 PM."
As soon as Feldman had hung up, I snuggled back under the
covers and was again asleep within five minutes, which wasn't
surprising since I hadn't gotten home until nearly 2 AM the
previous evening and had had to get up at 6 AM in order to get
the kids to school in time.
A little after 11 AM, the phone rang again. This time it was a
different VP, Jarrett Knight. "Hi, Darla. It's Jarrett Knight.
I was really hoping to catch you at home. Listen, the firm has a
gorgeous, large cabin cruiser on Lake Overmyer. It's really
nice, sleeps four, and has all the amenities. Marvin Streeper
and I would really like for you to join us tomorrow around 11 AM.
It's only a 30 drive to the lake. We'll have lunch on board and
spend the afternoon enjoying ourselves. Interested?"
I had no doubts about what Knight had in mind when he talked
about 'enjoying ourselves'. Even so, I wasn't at all surprised
when I heard myself saying, "That sounds wonderful, Jarrett. I'd
love to. What should I wear?"
"Something sexy, of course. Bring a bathing suit, preferably a
thong bikini."
"I'll do my best to please."
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Joan arrived at 7:45 PM just as Feldman had promised. She took
one look at my very short, cream-colored dress that was held up
by two ties around my neck, shook her head, and whispered, "God!
That dress doesn't even cover your ass. Are you wearing anything
under it?"
In the past three days, I had gotten much more relaxed around
Joan. There was no reason not to be as she knew that I was
having sex with the VP's in the firm. So I replied casually,
"Bra and panties. I'd be arrested if I wore this thing in public
without anything under it."
"That's for certain! Who is it tonight?"
"The Big Brass tonight, Martin Feldman and Neal Folden."
"Both of them? Wow!" My babysitter pushed her hand between
her thighs at the sensuous thought. "How many is that this
week?"
"How many what? Executives you mean?"
"Executives... others... how many?"
"Four VP's, one client, one waiter, and after tonight, the
Associate CEO and the CEO. Plus, probably another waiter.
Tomorrow afternoon, I've got a date with two more VP's."
"Jezzz... that's 10 men in five days or maybe 11 if you do a
waiter tonight. You have been a very, very busy woman, Darla."
I just grinned.
Feldman rang my doorbell promptly at 8 PM. Less than two
minutes later I was in his BMW seated between Martin, who was
driving, and Neal Folden. Neal couldn't tear his eyes away from
my tits that were literally bulging out of the top of my tiny
dress.
"Like what you see, Neal?"
"Oh hell, Yes!" he moaned.
As I stared into his eyes, I slowly pulled the top of my dress
out and then down until my flimsy bra and the tops of my nipples
were exposed. Neal leaned even closer as I pulled the dress even
lower. Neal was staring directly at my heaving chest, watching
my tits jiggle from the motion of the car.
"Pull it lower, Darla," I heard Martin order. I slid the dress
lower until it was below my tits. With the dress still tied
behind my neck, both of my tits were thrust upward. By the time
we reached Brumell's, Neal had his hand inside my bra squeezing
and caressing my bare breasts. I just laid my head back against
the top of the seat, closed my eyes, and thrust my tits against
his hands. The action of his fingers on my nipples was sending
waves of pleasure through my belly and vagina.
I was still in the process of pulling my dress back over my
tits when the valet opened the door to let us out. His eyes
locked onto my exposed tits, and I delayed covering them to
enhance his viewing pleasure.
I ordered a different entree this time, and it was just as
outstanding as the other two I had ordered on my previous visits.
The only difference was our waiter. It was Maurice's night off.
I wasn't disappointed because Ramon was a sexy hunk who never
took his eyes off me. I knew he was hoping for a very generous
"gratuity".
Halfway through dinner, Martin turned to Neal and asked, "How
were her tits, Neal?"
"Fantastic. Big, firm, and with really large, hard, sensitive
nipples. Just squeeze them gently and she trembles."
"Sounds delicious. Did you take them out?"
"No... just got my hand inside her bra."
Martin turned to me. "Take them out, Darla. We'd both love to
see them."
"Right here?"
"Of course. Is there a problem?"
"No, but what about Ramon?"
"What about him? He's been looking at them all evening. I'm
sure he would appreciate the opportunity to see them naked. Take
them out and leave them out."
As I pulled both the top of my dress and my bra down below my
big mounds, I was shaking with excitement. I could even feel my
lubricating juices flowing from my pulsing vagina.
Neal leaned over as Ramon took our dessert orders and
whispered, "You're got him hard as stone, Darla. I hope you're
prepared to give him a good gratuity."
My breathing was becoming labored because of my excitement of
having to sit with my tits in display. Ramon and the two CEO's,
of course, loved it, particularly my obvious excitement at being
exposed. When Ramon placed our desserts before us, he stared
openly and directly at my tits, making no attempt to conceal his
lust.
Martin spoke to the young man. "Ramon, would you please untie
Darla's dress from around her neck. I think she would be more
comfortable with it around her waist."
I could feel his fingers trembling with excitement as he worked
on the knot behind my neck. I pressed back against his erection
bringing an excited groan from his lips. As soon as he had the
knot opened, my dress immediately fell down to my waist. The bra
remained bunched uselessly below my tits. I could hear Ramon's
breath he was so turned on.
"Ramon, I'm sure you can see that you're getting Mrs. Keppel
very excited. Can you smell her cunt?"
"I've been trying, Sir, but no I can't. Can you, Sir?"
"No, I can't either, but I'm certain that if you will have Mrs.
Keppel stand up so you can pull her panties down around her
thighs, we'll be able to smell it."
"That's a very good idea, Sir. I think we'll all be able to
smell her cunt then." The young stud turned me. "Stand up, Mrs.
Keppel. I need to pull your panties down around your thighs so
your cunt is naked. Stand up!"
I had to hold on to the chair my legs were shaking so badly.
Ramon was displeased. "Mrs. Keppel, we can't see your ass. Turn
around and bend over so we can see your ass as well as your cunt
when I lower your panties. Turn around!"
I turned as he ordered, and bent over. Ramon pushed my dress
up over my ass until it was bunched useless around my waist. I
felt his hand tentatively touch my stomach as he moved closer.
Then, his hand moved between my legs, and his finger grazed
sensuously over the front of my panties. I was in heat. My eyes
closed as his finger slowly slid along the front of my panties,
gently touching my labia, and pushing into my wet, pulsing slit.
A moment later, his fingers were hooked in the waist band of my
panties dragging them slowly down... down... down... over my
hips, over my ass exposing it, and then down my thighs. When he
had my panties halfway down my thighs, he stopped and left them
there. I knew that's where they would stay until Feldman decided
it was time for us to leave.
"I can easily smell her cunt now," Martin said. "You're much
closer to her than I am, Ramon. Surely you can smell it now?"
"Yes Sir. I can. It's very strong. She's very, very
excited."
"Check her cunt, Ramon. Is she wet?"
Ramon wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his cock
against my ass. At the same time, his finger pushed into my wet
pussy as his other hand fondled my breast. "She's soaked, Sir.
Wet, slick, and ready for you, Sir."
"Excellent. Thank you, Ramon. Neal and I are going to get our
car. Please escort Mrs. Keppel to the front of the restaurant
after she's given you a gratuity."
I could feel Ramon's cock throbbing against my ass as Neal and
Martin exited the room. I wiggled against the young man's
throbbing cock and said, "We're got about 10 minutes, Ramon.
Would you prefer that I bend over so you can fuck me? Or would
you enjoy fucking my mouth more. I promise to swallow every
drop."
Apparently, Ramon was a blowjob man. He didn't hesitate. He
pulled out a chair, stripped off his pants and shorts, sat down,
and growled, "Hurry, Mrs. Keppel. Suck my cum out of my balls!"
---------------------------------------------------
I pulled up my panties, bra, and dress as Ramon led me to front
door. Once inside the car, I asked the two VPs, "Where are we
going now? The Knight's Club?"
"No," Feldman replied. "I'm taking you to the Tower in my
home."
"What about your wife?" I asked surprised.
"Martha flew to the Cayman Islands this morning with George."
Martin checked his watch and said, "My guess is that she's being
fucked right now as we speak."
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Once in the Tower, the two CEO's stripped. Being more than
just a little interested in the size of their cocks, I watched.
When the two men lowered their briefs, I saw that Martin was not
quite 6 inches, but reasonably thick. Neal was close to
7-inches. More importantly, both cocks were standing nearly
straight up, rigid and iron hard. "Hard" beats "Big" any time.
Ask any woman. My pussy was dripping as I stared at the two male
sex spikes that were wild to sink into my hot tunnel.
The two lusty studs made short work of my dress and bra. The
men worked together like a well disciplined drill team. While
Martin dumped me onto the bed on my back and jerked my panties to
one side exposing my wet and very ready pussy, Neal was pulling
my leg high into the air. At the same time as Martin penetrated
my waiting cunt hole, Neal thrust his organ into my mouth. A
female gasp of intense pleasure filled the room.
"UUUGGHHHHHHHH...GGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
They worked together. Each time Martin drilled my cunt hole,
Neal pulled out of my mouth hole... back and forth... faster and
faster... deeper and deeper... until I was grunting helplessly
beneath the two randy studs using my wet holes. Martin continued
to drive his cock into me, and I moaned and whimpered as I surged
to one climax after another, each one sending shock waves through
my cunt.
I felt Neal's cock pushing in and out between my lips as I
greedily sucked it, trying to get as much of it into my throat as
I could. It was difficult to suck on Neal's cock as Martin
slammed into me, but I found a rhythm and soon Neal's cock was
sinking all the into my throat, his balls bouncing against my
chin every time his cock head made the journey into my throat.
Gradually, Martin's thrusts were hitting all the way into me.
He grunted every time his balls slapped against my ass. The CEO
fucked me faster... harder... grunting... growling as he plowed
my cunt. Soon, his thrusts became erratic... shorter... then
with a deep groan, he drove in deep. His cock fired out its cum
streams inside my contracting pussy.
Martin was done for the moment, but Neal's cock was still a
hard spike as he pumped my mouth. "Suck my cock deeper, Slut,"
he moaned. He held the back of my head and pumped his entire
length into my throat. Soon, his strokes became erratic as he
neared his orgasm. I knew he was about to cum, and I also knew
he was going to shoot his load straight down my throat into my
belly.
"Here it comes!" he yelled. I sucked his cock as hard and as
deep as I could as it spewed out its load. The warm cum spurted
again and again into my mouth, which was socked firmly over his
cock taking gush after gush of warm semen. I hungrily swallowed
all of it. Neal withdrew his semihard shaft and fell onto the
bed. By this time, Martin's cock had recovered.
"Turn her over," Martin grunted. "I want her hot, tight
asshole!" A moment later, he got it... his cock driving
relentless in and out making me squeal half in sexual excitement,
half in pain. The pain didn't matter to these studs. I was
going to be ass fucked whether I liked it or not. There was no
possible way Feldman was going to pull his cock out until he
filled my ass with his load. It took him ten minutes of steady
fucking to do that.
"Now it's my turn in her ass!" Neal roared as Martin pulled
his wet, semihard dick out of my now stretched asshole.
"You heard him, Darla. Sit on his cock. Now! Ass sit his big
prick!"
The words "ass sit" enflamed me. It sounded so dirty... so
depraved... so hot and kinky. I couldn't wait. Straddling him,
Martin turned me into reverse cowgirl position so he could see
the big prick stretching my ass wide open and fucking me. Once I
had the cock centered, I started to slowly lower myself onto his
sex spike. Martin was having none of that... Taking hold of my
hips, he slammed my ass down on the cock. A scream erupted from
my throat at the sudden pain... but once that rod was buried up
my ass, the pain dissipated. As Neal started fucking me, the
only thing I felt was hot, wild pleasure.
"Can you see well enough, Martin? Can you see Neal's big cock
fucking my married hot asshole, Honey? Is he all the way in me
yet? Or is there more cock that needs to sink into me?"
"He's buried in you, Darla. All the way in. Your ass is a
huge round hole right now."
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH... order him to fuck me... HARD... RAM IT
INNNNNNNNNNN!!"
It only took Folden five minutes to unload inside my ass.
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We rested for a half hour or so letting the two men recover
enough to fuck me again. I was wondering how they would give it
to me the next time around.
"You see that bookcase, Darla?" Feldman asked.
"Yes. What about it?"
"It conceals another room of the tower... the dungeon."
"Ooohhh god!" came my involuntary gasp.
"Don't worry, Darla. We're not into pain. Just hot, exciting,
kinky sex. Have you ever been fucked while in bondage?"
"No... never," I whispered.
"Would you like to be?"
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh... " was the only response I could make I was
shaking so hard. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my hand
began frantically rubbing my clitoris. Before the men got me
into the dungeon, I had already cum once and was rubbing hard
trying to cum a second time before they got me tied. However, I
was too slow.
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Once Martin and Neal had me in their "dungeon", I was
blindfolded with a black mask and hood, put into a tight black
corset and black heels, and ball gagged. I tried to talk but the
gag was so big and strapped so tightly, it stretched my mouth
wide and sank almost all the way inside. All I could do was
grunt and moan.
After they had me dressed, I was tied to a fucking platform
that projected from a lattice rack. Both my wrists and ankles
were tied to the rack with my legs stretched wide open and tied
behind my head. Ropes were tied around my thighs and fastened to
the side to prevent me from closing my legs... even slightly.
The erotic, kinky position completely exposed both my cunt and
assholes.
I expected one of the men to begin fucking me immediately. I
waited, both of my recently fucked, cum-filled holes ready.
After five minutes, I was moaning in sexual need through the
constricting ball gag.
Another five minutes passed without a cock entering either of
my now-throbbing sex holes. I was now straining against my
bonds, desperate to entice a cock to enter me... to use me... to
fuck me. An unintelligible mixture of grunts, moans, and female
babbling issued from behind my gag as I tried to beg, to plead
with the men to get on me.... to get in me... to fuck me.
Suddenly, I felt a finger entering my throbbing vagina. My
entire cunt contracted in a hard spasm at the invasion. It began
to throb around the probing digit in uncontrolled fuck spasms. I
arched my hips the few inches my bonds would allow and held them
off theplatform's surface, grunting in my need. Another finger
entered my hole. My screeching increased as I thrashed wildly.
I needed more.
The torturous finger fucking continued... in and out... in and
out... a thumb sliding over my clitoris occasionally to keep me
on the edge. After a bit, a third finger was pushed into my
hot, juicing hole. In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...
In... Out... In... Out... My grunting and garbled cries echoed
in the small room. A fourth finger entered my throbbing channel,
pressing on my G-spot, stroking my clitoris. I came hard. The
fingers fucked faster. I came again.
Then, the fingers were gone... all of them. I groaned
wildly... desperate to get them back inside me. The fingers did
not return, but I felt a male body between my thighs, his body
pressing against my jiggling tits. I grunted as I tried to beg
him to put his cock into me, but nothing came from my gagged
mouth but a series of garbled sounds.
However, he must have understood because suddenly, I felt the
end of his penis against my cunt hole. Then, he was entering
me!!!!!! " AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I hummed through the gag in
utter bliss. The organ pushed in deep and began fucking me with
steady, hard, strokes. My cunt and clit exploded... just
exploded in an intense orgasm. Juices spurted from my vagina and
then, after the first hard spurt, gushed out soaking our coupled
organs and the platform.
As my vagina contracted and throbbed about the cock slamming
back and forth in my throbbing hole, I heard the grunting of a
male about to plant seed in a woman. Hands moved under my ass to
hold my cunt in place as he slammed his meat deep inside my
hole... hard... fast... then holding it embedded deep inside me,
the organ throbbed and jerked... spewing its load into the very
bottom of my hole. I hoped that I was taking strong enough birth
control pills.
I expected Neal to dismount from my body to give Martin a turn.
I was almost certain that he would use my ass. But after a few
minutes, Neal's body began to move again. I felt his cock
regaining its rigidity. The male piston plunged in and out of
my hole... making loud squishing sounds as the cum loads inside
me lubricated and oiled his shaft. In just moments, the cock was
iron hard and fucking me like a machine. The feeling was
indescribable... hard, hot cock driving into me... intent on
breeding me in spite of the pill I took each day.
Masculine growls echoed in the room as the cock plundered my
helplessly open and available female hole. Harder and harder...
then came the erratic short strokes... finally, he buried it deep
and poured another load against my womb. I came again, even
harder than before.
This time Neal didn't even stop to rest. His body continued to
move on top of me. His hands captured my tits and squeezed hard
as his mouth sucked my nipples until my pussy was throbbing
around the cock inside my vagina. He sucked my nipples so hard
they began to hurt. I grunted and screeched. Of course, I was
ignored. My nipples throbbed... my cunt throbbed... my clitoris
throbbed... the cock screwed me and screwed me... I exploded
again... this time losing bladder control. As my urine flowed
over the platform and my lover's cock, I felt him jerking inside
my hole... then, he was pounding it in hard... finally, he shoved
in deep and put another load into me.
I was stunned. Neal had already put one load into my belly and
another inside my ass. Now, three more of his loads were pooled
deep inside my cunt. My tits were heaving as I struggled to
regain my breath. Neal waited patiently on top of me... his cock
still planted inside my cunt. When my breathing finally returned
to normal about 5 minutes later, this unbelievable stud began
fucking me again!
At first, I thought it must be just some after play... men
often slowly move their cocks inside a woman after sex as an
erotic form of after play... I love it when they do that and Neal
was doing it just the way I like. Slow... sensuous strokes...
back and forth inside my cum-filled pussy... both of us savoring
the feel of cock in freshly fucked cunt. But slowly the strokes
gained speed... the cock within me hardened... hands lifted my
ass back into fucking position... the now steel-hard cock thudded
once more into my fuck hole... hard... demanding... I spread wide
to receive it... again and again... I began to cum in response to
Neal's superb fucking. I was still cumming when he ejaculated
his fourth load against my womb.
Finally, he pulled his magnificent organ from my still pulsing
hole. I was in nirvana, my entire body was trembling from the
awesome fucking it had just received. As I expected, Martin
stepped between my thighs and slammed his organ deep inside my
ass. He was again hard as stone, which allowed his prick to
enter my stretched-out asshole as easily as if it were my pussy.
He only lasted about 5 minutes before he emptied himself inside
my ass.
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An hour later, we had all showered and dressed and Martin was
driving me home, Neal having taken his own car. "Darla, I had a
marvelous time. I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"I loved it. That intense, non-stop fucking I got from Neal
was wild."
"Neal? Did he get you back into the bedroom and fuck you while
I was in the master bedroom bathing and changing clothes?"
"Hardly. I don't think he could possibly get it up again after
shooting four loads into my pussy after I had sucked him off
earlier and he had screwed my ass."
Martin laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Do you think he
could actually get it up again?"
"No... no I don't. He can rarely cum more than twice without
two hours or so to rest. The four big cum loads in your cunt
that you got while in bondage were Ted's. He said to tell you
that you're the hottest fuck he's ever had."
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Howard's Perspective:
It was a long, tortuous 10 days. I missed Darla more than I
ever had before. I couldn't think about much else other than
wanting her, wanting to hold her, kiss her, fuck her. At first,
I jerked off in the evenings to relieve the tension, but after
four days of this, it didn't satisfy my need for her at all, so I
stopped. By the time I returned home, I was a raging inferno of
lust and desire for my beautiful wife.
I walked in my front door around 5 PM, on a Wednesday
afternoon. I knew the children would be home and I would have to
wait until they were safely in bed before I could ravish my wife.
When I walked in the front door, no one was there to greet me...
no children... no wife. I was crushed.
With nothing else to do but wait until someone came home, I
went to the bar and was pouring myself a drink when I heard a
female voice behind me.
"Hi, Big Guy! Have you got anything to satisfy a girl's horny
pussy?"
I dropped the drink on the bar where it spilled. I couldn't
have cared less. Turning, I saw my wife leaning up against the
railing of the staircase, hand on her hips, dressed in a garter
belt, thigh-high stocking, and 5-inch, whorish heels. Her hair
cascaded over her shoulders where it caressed the top of her
breast, red lip gloss made her lips shine as her tongue ran over
their surface, and several rings adorned her fingers. Her pussy
was shaven and bare exposing the wet lips of her cunt and her
clit.
I practically ran to my wife. As soon as I reached her, I had
her in a tight embrace, my mouth crushed against hers as our
tongues fought each other for entry. Her legs came up and
circled my waist so that her wide open, wet pussy was perfectly
positioned for my entry if I had had my clothes off. Unable to
get my cock inside her vagina, she ground herself wildly against
me.
"Hurry! Hurry! Get naked. Get that big cock into me! I
can't stand to wait any longer! I need it! Now! Fuck Me!"
"The kids... where are the kids?" I gasped as I tore
frantically at my clothing.
"At my parent's home for a couple of days. OH SHIT! HURRY!
DAMN YOU! HURRY. I'M ON FIRE!"
We didn't make it to the bedroom. I fucked my screaming wife
on the couch in our den. Our coupling was frantic, wild, rough,
hard. I just held her ass in both hands and pounding my cock in
and out of her cunt as hard as possible. She came as soon as I
put it in her, and continued to cum over and over as I drove in
and out of her hot hole. When my load began to fire into her,
she howled like a wild thing. Her heels were straight up in the
air jerking back and forth as she cursed me and demanded that I
give it to her harder... faster.
After my first orgasm, I didn't even get soft as she continued
to hump against me, her vaginal muscles milking me, squeezing me,
begging me to fuck her again. Even after I had put a second load
into her, she wouldn't unlock her legs from around my waist.
Somehow, we ended up on the floor with my wife on top pounding
her ass up and down my semihard cock until I was fully erect
again. When she felt it rigid inside her, she thrust her mouth
against my ear and hissed, "My Ass! I need it in my ass! Stick
that big cock up my ass! All the way in, Stud. OOhhhh god...
Ass fuck meeee!" Some time later, my third load fired deep
inside her ass.
We laid on the floor for a long time, our chests heaving in
exertion. Finally, we struggled to our feet and fell onto the
couch and began kissing again. I couldn't get it up a fourth
time, so Darla reluctantly said, "Let's eat something while you
recover. Then I want you to take me to bed and do dirty things
to me."
"I think we've already done every thing, Honey."
"We haven't even started," she replied.
Later that night, I had my wife tied to the bed on her stomach
with two pillows beneath her hips to elevate her ass. She
demanded that I spank her. The entire time I spanked her she
kept screaming that she was a dirty hot slut... that I needed to
spank harder. When her ass was beet red, she began to beg me to
stop and fuck her hot holes.
It was 2 AM before I collapsed, exhausted.
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The next day at work, I could hardly move. Feldman called me
into his office and congratulated me on having done a fantastic
job. He concluded by giving me a big raise in salary. As I was
thanking him, he dropped the bomb.
"I know that the raise should be larger, Howard. And I also
know that we have failed to promote the most deserving man in the
firm. That's going to change. In three weeks, Stuart Rosch will
move to corporate headquarters in Atlanta and there will be a lot
of reshuffling of top positions. As of Monday, you are the new
District Manager for the southern area with a substantially
larger salary than the one you now have, even with the raise I've
just given you. Congratulations, Howard. Well deserved!"
I couldn't believe it. But when Martin escorted me to my new
office with my name and new title on the door, I had no choice
but to believe it. My first action was to call Darla and tell
her the fabulous news. She added her congratulations to those of
Feldman's and said we were going out to celebrate tonight. She
also added that she hoped I had recovered because she wanted more
of my body tonight.
"What do you want me to wear tonight, Darling?"
"Anything you like, Honey. Surprise me."
"I surprised you yesterday. Tonight you decide what I wear.
Just please make it hot and slutty. That's the way I feel."
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure. Please. I'm just burning up. I can't wait until
your cock is back inside me again. What do you want your hot,
slutty wife to wear tonight?"
"Well, I don't want you arrested. I want to use you tonight."
I loved hearing the excited gasp from my wife when I said I
wanted to use her. I had worried a little that she might be
angry with my saying that I wanted to use her. Instead, it
seemed to enflame her even more. "Wear a tight sheathe... you
know the red one that just barely covers your ass. No bra... no
panties... no pantyhose... no stockings. Just a pair of fuck-me
heels. I'll pick you up at 6 PM. Be ready!"
"I'm already ready. My cunt is dripping."
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For the next week, we fucked continuously... far more than we
had even on our honeymoon. My wife seemed to be insatiable. She
had told me how much she loved me more times in the past week
than she had in the past several months. I was at a loss to
understand the transformation, but I loved it... absolutely loved
it!
Now that I didn't have to make long site inspection trips, I
had a lot more time with my wife and children. Every one loved
the new arrangements. The only fly in the ointment, so to speak,
was the frequent meetings I had to have with the different vice
presidents. I had never realized how often the district managers
had to meet with the vice-presidents and occasionally, even the
CEO.
It was a Tuesday afternoon and another one of these long,
extended meetings, which had begun at 1:30 PM, was in progress.
This time, it was with Jerrett Knight, VP for advertising and PR.
The ostensible reason for the meeting was for me to discuss what
type of advertising would work best in the southern district and
how we should handle the PR work there. That seemed very
reasonable and was, but what surprised me was how many times
Jerrett wanted me to repeat and how much he wanted me to
elaborate on the various points. It seemed to me that he was
wasting a lot of his time and mine, which senior management
rarely wanted to do.
"So, Howard. What about billboard advertising? Do you think
that would be an effective approach?"
It was nearly 2:30 PM when I began to outline the pros and cons
as I saw them about the effectiveness of billboard advertising.
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"Ooohhh yesss! Like that, Chris. Like that! Drive in deep,
Honey. Fuck me hard... like a whore. Cock me, Stud. Cock me!"
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It was after 3 PM when I finished every thing I had to say
about billboard advertising. The strange thing was that I knew
that Jerrett already knew, ever better than I, all this stuff.
"Excellent, Howard. Excellent. Those are all excellent
points. Do you think we should be augmenting billboard
advertising with some radio spots?"
At 3:15 PM, I was going over the pros and cons of radio
advertising in the southern district. Even as I went through the
various salient points, the discussion seemed pointless to me.
Jerrett already knew all this. The decision as to how to pitch
an advertising campaign depended more on available budget and
product line than upon generalizations about different types of
advertising. Nevertheless, I continued and finished around 3:40
PM.
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"Oh shit! Darla. I'm going to cum in you again! Jezz... what
a woman you are... what a cunt!"
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"Ok. That covers radio slots. Any comments about possible TV
advertising Howard?"
At 3:45 PM, Jerrett had me discussing TV advertising. I really
had no choice. "He is, after all, the VP," I thought. "If he
asks, I answer." I continued outlining all the relevant points
about TV advertising. It was after 4 PM when I finished.
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"OOoohhhhh god... your cock feels just huge in my ass, Martin.
I'm gonna cum. Can you cum with me?"
"Damn right! Just keep that luscious, hot ass up in the air,
Honey, and I'll shoot in you when you get off."
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" I'm gonna cum, Honey. Shoot
your load into me. Hurry... Please hurry! OOOHHHhh... can't
wait... I'm cumming!"
"Do it, Darla, Cum! I'm cumming in your ass .... NOW!"
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It was now 4:30 PM. "I believe that about covers every thing,
Jerrett," I said thinking about the fact that the meeting had
lasted three hours, which was at least an hour longer than most
of these meetings with the VP's usually took.
"Pretty much, but there may be a few other items that I need to
discuss. Let me check with Feldman."
Again, I was surprised. Jerrett was in charge of advertising
and PR. Why did he need to check with the CEO? Well, I
certainly had no intention of telling him how to do his job. I
relaxed in the comfortable chair and waited while he made the
call by using the quick-dial feature of his desk phone.
"Hello, Martin. Jerrett here. I'm having a conference with
Howard about PR in the southern district. Should I discuss the
budget for the advertising with him now or would you prefer I
wait until later to discuss those items?"
"Ok, Martin. That's fine with me. We'll postpone that
discussion until another time."
Jerrett broke the connection and turned to me. "Well, you
heard the big boss. He wants to take up budget later after he's
talked to finance. So I guess we're done here for today. Sorry
to have taken up so much of your time, Howard."
"No need to apologize. I understand completely. It's much
better to take more time at the start and get things right than
to misjudge, make mistakes, and have to take even more time later
fixing errors. Actually, I'm impressed. I never understood all
these things when I was the Associate District Manager."
"Thanks again, Howard. I'm really pleased."
As I walked back to my office, I had the nagging feeling that I
had missed something important during the meeting, but just
couldn't put my finger on what it was.
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That night, Darla was even more loving and passionate than
usual, if that were possible.
For the next three months, the strange 3 hour meetings
continued, usually once a week and always with a different VP.
These meetings usually had very little point, and they always
ended the same way: the VP would need to make a call to the CEO
or another VP to discuss some point. After that call, the
meeting would end.
The pattern abruptly changed one Monday afternoon. I was in
Devin Heidorn's office engaged in another long-winded discussion
about little or nothing. Like clockwork, around 4 PM we were
discussing a new product line, and, as I expected, Heidorn needed
to talk with Harbeck, VP of manufacturing.
I waited politely for the call to end and for Devin to tell me
that we were finished and to thank me cordially for my
assistance. Surprisingly, when he finished the call, he said,
"Chris wants more information about what prices you think the
market will bear on the new line in the southern district."
So, for another half hour, I held forth on that issue. After
that, the meeting ended. It was the first time that the phone
call had resulted in an extension of the pointless meeting.
As I walked back to my office, I mulled over what I had just
learned in the meeting. Two interesting facts, but I had no idea
what they might mean.
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A month later, Martin Feldman, the CEO, asked me to come to his
office. That itself was unusual as he usually worked through the
vice presidents rather than meet directly with the district
managers. When I entered his office, Martin came from behind his
desk to greet me warmly, another unusual event.
"Please sit down, Howard. I have something quite important to
discuss with you."
As I took a seat, I was thinking, "I hope this is not another
one of these meaningless 3 to 4 hour meetings." I couldn't have
been more wrong.
Without any preliminaries, Martin came straight to the point.
"As you know, Howard, one of our VPs, Jason Lansing, was
seriously injured in an automobile accident six months ago.
We've all been hoping his injuries weren't serious and that he
would be able to return to his duties. Unfortunately, that is
not going to be the case. Jason has some permanent disability so
that he is taking early medical retirement. As a result, we have
an open vice-presidential position."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Feldman... I mean about Jason's
permanent disability. I hope it does not distract greatly from
his quality of life after retirement."
"It won't. He'll be happy as a lark. He's just not able to
concentrate for sufficiently long periods of time to fulfill the
responsibilities of a vice-presidential position. So that brings
me to the reason for your visit. You're my choice to take
Lansing's place."
To say I was stunned would have been the understatement of the
year. "But I have no seniority. I've only been a district
manager a few months."
"True... very true, but you have been doing the job of district
manager for two years even though you haven't had the position or
the salary. More importantly, you're easily the hardest working,
most loyal, and most creative employee the firm has. No one else
is close. I have discussed this with the other VPs and my
associate CEO. We are all agreed. You are the man for the job."
"I hardly know what to say. I had hoped to make VP eventually
certainly, but I knew that the firm never promotes internally to
a VP position. Hiring is always done from the outside. So
considering that plus my youth, you can understand why I'm so
shocked."
"I understand perfectly, but you're our man. Unfortunately,
there is one big problem that, at the moment, I don't see how to
solve. But there must be a solution, and I'm working on it. So
far, however, I must tell you, I don't see what that solution
might be."
"What's the problem? Maybe I can provide a solution."
"Not really. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you the problem. It
has to do with ... eh... with some policies of the firm that are
not generally known and which I'm not at liberty to divulge.
I'll let you know. I'm certain I can find a solution."
Once back in my office, I made a list of all the unusual things
that I had observed during the last few months. Below that, I
made a list of all the factual observations I had made. After an
hour of staring at these lists, I knew I needed some additional
information.
The opportunity to gain the information I needed presented
itself two days later. Joel Burditt asked me come to his office
at 1:30 PM for a conference. Almost immediately, I realized this
was to be another one of the protracted, useless conferences that
would extend into late afternoon. Around 3 PM, Burditt had to
excuse himself to take a call from the firm's headquarters in
Atlanta.
As soon as he exited the office, I moved behind his desk and
examined the writing slides on either side of his desk, both top
and bottom. Next, I examined his top drawer. Not finding what I
was looking for, I examined the underside of the top drawer.
Bingo! I had been sitting in my original seat for 10 minutes
before Burditt returned and once more started the silly
conference.
The next morning, I used the password I had obtained from
Burditt's desk to log into the firm's financial records. By
mid-afternoon, I had completed my search of the records. While I
had not found what I expected to find, I did find something else
that I thought might be related to every thing that was
happening.
On Thursday, I met with Marvin Lancaster, one of the most
important clients the firm had in the southern district. As a
matter of good business practice and also because I liked and
trusted Marvin, I invited him to lunch. When I returned home
that evening, I was certain that I knew what was going on. Now I
had to decide how to handle the situation.
=================================
Deductions and Solution:
The following weekend, I was having coffee at the breakfast
table when our doorbell rang. I ignored it. Finally, my wife
got up and answered the bell.
When she returned to the kitchen, her face was beaming with a
huge smile. "I love them!" she gushed as she carefully arranged
the dozen American Beauty roses in an ornate vase. Then she
looked at me slyly. "Just what have you done, Howard, that you
are showering me with roses?"
"That's my secret. You'll have to wait until tonight," I
replied enigmatically.
Darla was about to protest when the doorbell rang a second
time. "What now?" she said with some irritation.
This time when she returned to the kitchen, a combination of
total shock and pleasure was all over her face. She set the two
large boxes on the kitchen counter. One had the logo of Sacs
Fifth Avenue on its top; the second had the Victoria's Secret
logo.
When my wife opened the first box from Sacs, she found an
elegant evening gown with matching vest, stole, and heels. "It's
beautiful!" she whispered in obvious awe and pleasure. "I hope
it fits."
"It will," I assured her. "I took one of your dresses in to
assure the fit. They tailored it to your precise measurements."
Rushing over, my wife jumped into my lap and proceeded to plant
a series of kisses all over my face and lips. After covering me
with kisses, she said softly, "I want you. Now! Take me to bed,
Darling."
Although I felt my cock hardening and knew my wife felt it too,
I said, "We both have to wait until tonight. I have something
special planned. Open the second box."
Inside the Victoria's Secret box was a totally obscene outfit.
There was a tight, low-cut, nearly transparent blouse that would
reveal every contour of her tits and nipples. The second item
was a skirt so short that it would expose her ass cheeks and with
the slightest movement, her pussy. The matching bra consisted of
two flimsy, totally transparent panels that wouldn't come close
to covering her breasts. Finally, there were thin, skimpy,
essentially transparent panties and a pair of 5-inch, platform
heels. All were total slut wear.
"You hot, sexy Letch! I love it, but there's no way I could
wear it except in our bedroom, but I would love to wear it for
you there."
"We'll see," I said mysteriously. "Tonight, I have
reservations at Martini's... dinner at 8 PM. I would like for
you to wear the gown from Sacs. I'll wear a Tux."
My wife's mouth fell open in shock. I had never worn a tux
when I had taken her out. "What's going on?" she asked totally
perplexed.
"Just my best effort to win the everlasting love of my wife.
For more than that, you will have to wait until tonight."
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Every man in Martini's turned to look at the elegant, gorgeous
woman I had on my arm as we entered. I was pleased to notice
that the women all gave me admiring glances as well. My wife
noticed it and whispered, "I'm keeping my eye on you, Honey.
Those women all look like you've gotten their pussies wet and
throbbing. They all want you... badly. But you're mine."
"I know. I hope you're mine."
"I am and always will be."
I had requested and gotten a private dining room for us. After
we had enjoyed the 5-star cuisine, I closed the door and put on
the "Do not disturb" light. As long as that light was on, no one
would enter. For an added touch, I turned down the lights so
that the room was proper for lovers.
"Darla, I want your undivided attention. Please do not
interrupt until I have finished. Agreed?"
When she nodded, obviously very curious, I began:
"First, I have some great news. Feldman has informed me that
Lansing is retiring and I am his choice for the new vice
presidency." Darla's face and eyes broke into an excited smile,
but she held her voice as she had promised.
"Unfortunately, Feldman has informed that there is a problem
with promoting me to the vice president's position. I asked what
the problem was, but all he would say was that it involved secret
policies of the firm for vice presidents. He assured me that he
would find a solution, but so far, he has been unable to do so."
"I have been aware for some time that the firm never appoints
vice presidents internally. There is always an external
search... always! But this time, they are so impressed with my
creative ability and loyalty to the firm, they want to appoint
me. But for some reason, this creates a problem for them."
"At first, I thought that one or more of the VP's must be
involved in some illegal activity that I would discover if I were
in a vice president's position. To check this, I obtained
Burditt's password without his knowledge that allowed me access
to the firm's financial records. I thought that some VP's were
skimming money."
"It took a full day to check all the records. At the end, I
was happy to find that all the VP's are clean and honest. No one
is skimming or misappropriating resources. However, I did
discover one very interesting item. I will come back to that
item later."
At this point, I could see Darla was becoming nervous. I tried
to reassure her. "Honey. Don't worry. You have absolutely
nothing to worry about as you will soon see."
Let me now tell you about some other intriguing facts. Every
week some VP ties me up in a 3 to 4 hour meeting about nothing
but trivia. Each time it is a different VP. This has been going
on every week ever since I assumed the position of District
Manager. The meeting always ends by the VP making a call to
either the CEO or some other VP. After the call, the meeting
usually ends but on two occasions, the call has resulted in
extending the meeting by 30 minutes to an hour. Weird, isn't
it?"
My wife nodded, and I continued. "One of the weirdest things
about this is that when the VP makes the call, he uses his desk
phone and speed dials his party. You just punch "8" followed by
a one or two digit number that will automatically ring the number
you're trying to reach. The code for the speed dial is the same
for every phone in the firm."
"What's so weird about that?" my wife was unable to resist
asking.
"Just the fact that every VP always dials '14' regardless of
who he's trying to contact. I took me months to realize that."
"What's '14'?" Darla asked.
"Fourteen is the speed code for our house." Shock spread over
my wife's face. A moment later, a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't! There's no need. Let me finish, please."
"The interesting item I found in the financial records was an
expense record for 'The Knight's Club'. There were expenses for
food, salaries, entertainment, and supplies. But none for rent.
The firm obviously owns this place, but even though I've been
with the firm for a long time and am now a district manager, I
had never heard of it.'
"Simple logic suggested that it was some kind of retreat for
the VP's and the CEO and perhaps important clients. Last week, I
had lunch with Mr. Marvin Lancaster, a huge client from the
southern district. During lunch I casually asked how he liked
the Knight's Club? It was obvious that he was shocked that I
knew about it. But he assumed it was Ok because I did know."
"We talked in vague terms about it for awhile. I casually
asked what he liked best about the place. His response was very
informative. He said, 'Well, I've been to hot clubs before with
hookers. That's pretty common. But there's nothing in the world
as sexy as another man's wife.'"
At this point, my wife couldn't stop her tears. "Stop crying,
Honey. There's no need."
"But.. but you know!" she wailed as more tears cascaded down
her face. "You're going to divorce me, aren't you?" Now she was
crying much harder.
"No. I'm not going to divorce you. You're the love of my life
and my indispensable helpmate. I am going to give you this,
however." I handed her a small box. "Open it!"
With trembling hands, she removed the linen wrapping paper to
reveal a red velvet box. When she opened the lid, the
three-quarter karat, brilliant-cut diamond in the center flashed
its dazzling light. The reflection from the sparkling blue-white
diamond was mixed the greens from the four emeralds on one side
and the awesome blue tones from the sapphires on the other. I
lifted my wife's hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. Her
mouth hung open in total shock as she gazed at near total jeweled
perfection.
"I have one more gift. It's not nearly as expensive but it's
more precious to me." I handed her a white envelop. She opened
it with now trembling hands. Inside she read the invitation that
began, "Your presence is requested at ..." This was followed by
the date, place, and time at which Mr. Howard Keppel and Mrs.
Darla Keppel would renew their wedding vows.
Now my wife was crying with joy, instead of despair. I didn't
tell her to stop this time.
"I have figured out that you've been providing sex to all the
VP's and to the CEO and probably his associate in order to open
the door to a district manager's position for me. I've also
figured out that that is problem troubling Feldman. He knows if
he appoints me to a VP position, I'm going to find out that all
the VP's have sexual privileges with the wives of all the
district managers and their associates. After that, he knows
that I will know that all the VP's have been... have been...
well..."
"fucking me," my wife finished the sentence for me.
"Yes, and he's afraid I will go ballistic and ruin the firm and
everyone in it."
"Can you ever forgive me? You've worked so hard and so long
and although you didn't realize it, you had no chance to ever be
promoted. I just had to change that give you a chance. I never
intended for you to find out. None of the other husbands ever
have."
"They're not as smart as I am," I said with a grin. "And
there's nothing to forgive. If you hadn't been willing to help
me, I would have never gotten any higher no matter how hard I
worked. Thank you, Darling."
"You must be furious at me for deceiving you. I knew I
couldn't tell you. Your masculine pride would have made you
order me not to do it."
"You're right... absolutely. I have to ask two questions. I
hope you will tell me the truth. If you're in love with any of
the other VP's, all I ask is a chance to win you back. Are you
in love with any of them?"
"Not a chance! Not even close. Couldn't you tell from the
number of times I cum and how hard I cum when you fuck me? No
one... NO ONE excites me and turns me on like you do. I would
die if you didn't want me."
"Second question: Did you like the sex with them? Was it
exciting for you? Or did you hate having to let them fuck you?"
Now my wife hesitated. She wrung her hands. "Oh god. Don't.
Please."
"I need to know the truth. It's really important for us both."
"Ok. Yes. Of course I enjoyed the sex. All the VP's are good
lovers. A couple of them have big cocks and they know how to use
them. I had multiple orgasms with them... not as intense or as
many as I have with you, but the eroticism of cheating and having
new cocks in me is very exciting. I'm sorry, Darling, but wet
tongues and big hard cocks between my thighs make your wife cum,
just not as often or as hard as yours does."
"I'm delighted and that solves the problem of my appointment to
a VP position. By the way, when we renew our vows, I've already
told the minister to omit the part about forsaking all others."
"How so we solve the problem?"
"I'll tell you in a moment, but first there are two things I
don't understand."
"What's that?"
"I know that all those long boring meetings were to make
certain I would be tied up so that you and a vice president could
fuck without worrying about me. But what I don't understand is
why bother with all that? Why didn't they just take you to the
Knight's Club. I didn't even know of the existence of that
place."
Now my wife grinned seductively. "Can't you guess?"
"No. I've tried, but can't think of any logical explanation."
Darla giggled, "Honey, don't you how hot it gets men to fuck a
married woman in the same bed her husband uses when he screws
her?" My wife giggled even harder.
"Ok. But why three hours? I don't think any of the VP's could
possibly last three hours in bed with you."
"One can't, but three or four can." Darla giggled some more.
"Bitch!" I said with a smile.
"I am. But I think you like me that way."
"No. I love you that way! Now I have to tell you how we take
care of the problem with my appointment to the VP's position.
Feldman is afraid I'll go ballistic when I find out they've all
been screwing my wife regularly for months... Ok. Here's what
we're going to do."
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A Party at the Keppels:
The poker table was set up in the den. We had the dining room
table spread with snacks and soft drinks. The bar was well
stocked and ready. The lighting around the table was excellent,
but in other parts of the house it was subdued. The children
were spending the weekend with their grandparents. It was 7 PM,
and we were ready.
"Are you comfortable with this?" I asked my wife.
"Absolutely, Honey. I'm just worried about you."
"Why?"
"Well, I've been fucked by all these men before, but you didn't
know. This time you will. Are you sure you're Ok? I dodged the
bullet once when you figured out what I had been doing. I don't
want to take any chances on losing you now."
"You know better than that."
----------------
Promptly at 8 PM, our guests began to arrive. Devin Heidorn
and Joel Burditt arrived together. Shortly thereafter, Jerrett
Knight and Frank Ortman rang the doorbell. Chris Harbeck was
five minutes late. A couple of minutes later Marvin Streeper
entered our den. All of us had to wait an additional ten minutes
before Martin Feldman arrived with the Associate CEO, Neal
Folden.
"Good evening, Gentlemen," I began. "Thank you for coming. I
feel certain the evening will put your worries to rest and, in
addition, be very enjoyable. As you can see, we're going to play
a little Texas Hold'em poker for small stakes, but that is far
from the real purpose of tonight's meeting."
"Sounds like fun," Feldman said with a smile. Why don't we all
get something to eat and make ourselves a drink while Howard
fills us in on all the details." No one felt like arguing with
the CEO so the nine of us crowded around the dining room table
and the bar filling our plates and fixing drinks.
"I'll come straight to the point," I began. "Martin has
already informed me that I'm the consensus choice to take
Lansing's place as VP, but you're concerned about a "problem", as
he puts it. Although the CEO declined to tell what the problem
was, it was not difficult to deduce. If any of you are
interested in how I discovered the truth, I'll be glad to fill in
the details whenever you like. For now, I'll skip all that and
just get the nub of the issue."
"The problem is that, by the agreed upon operational procedures
of the firm, no one is ever advanced to the level of district
manager unless his wife, on her own initiative, makes herself
sexually available to the VP's, the Associate CEO, and the CEO.
Furthermore, the procedures require that once a man is promoted
to District Manager, his wife must remain available if he is to
retain the position. This is also the reason why no one is ever
advanced to a VP position from the ranks of district manager. It
would, perhaps, create problems when he learns that his wife has
been screwed multiple times by his VP colleagues, the Associate
CEO, and the CEO."
"All of you agree that I'm the man you need to take Lansing's
position, but you're worried that I will go ballistic when I
learn that all of you have been between my wife's legs many, many
times and perhaps "blow the whistle" so to speak. Well, as you
can plainly see, I know all this and I'm not going ballistic.
Your worries are pointless."
"Not only am I not going ballistic, I'm actually delighted that
my wife realized that I needed her help although I hadn't yet
realized it. If she had not been astute and willing to help, I
would still be an associate district manager making unending site
visitations instead of being on the verge of becoming a VP.
Furthermore, I can tell you gentleman that my wife has never been
hotter, wilder, or a more loving companion in our bed. I love
it! So all of you can relax."
"Well, that's very interesting news, Howard," Burditt
commented. "But it's one thing to say all that; it's quite
another to prove you mean it."
"Absolutely! That's the second purpose of tonight's meeting...
to prove that I'm very serious and that I mean every word. Will
all of you please take a seat at the poker table. It's going to
be a small game with a $10 limit and a maximum of three raises."
"Why such small stakes?" Streeper asked. "We're all
financially well off. We can afford much larger stakes."
"Of course you can, Marvin. But the real purpose isn't poker
or winning money. It's to enjoy the services of our hostess for
the evening. All of her services... and I'm sure each of you
understands about 'all of her services'. I don't think I need to
introduce any of you to our hostess for the evening. Darla!
Will you please join us. Our guests are waiting."
My wife entered wearing the outfit I had purchased from
Victoria's Secret. Her sexy ass was swinging from side to side
as she entered and took a seat on the couch, tiny skirt pulling
up to the top of her thighs and her big tits bulging out the top
of her blouse.
"My god. Darla! You look absolutely fabulous!", Feldman
exclaimed. Then, realizing that her husband was in the room, he
looked sheepishly at me and said, "Sorry. She's so gorgeous, I
spoke without thinking."
"No need to apologize, Martin. That's what the evening is all
about. Darla is going to service all of you however you wish
with my blessings."
"Really?" Ortman said skeptically. "Ok. Darla, are you
wearing panties under that short little skirt?"
"Of course, I am, Frank. I'll prove it." My wife stood and
lifted her skirt to prove that she did, indeed, have on panties.
"Oh Damn!" was all that Ortman could manage to say.
"Shall we begin the game?" I asked. All the men took seats
around the table, and play began. As we played, my wife brought
drinks and snacks to us, each time bending low to give each a man
a good view of her tits. When she was leaning over Knight
serving him a drink, he was doing his best to see down her blouse
but having trouble.
"Mr. Knight, I don't think you can see my tits well enough can
you? I'm very sorry. I should have removed my blouse so it
wouldn't be so difficult for you to see them." Every man ignored
the poker game as we watched Darla stripping off her blouse. She
tossed it carelessly onto the floor and hefted both her big tits.
Her bra was transparent exposing all of the large globes and
their hard nipples.
When my wife returned to the kitchen, we gradually resumed
play. A few hands later, my wife returned with some sandwiches,
her tits jiggling as she walked. Again, we all leaned forward
trying to see them.
Darla set the sandwiches beside the game table and smiled, "I
do believe you gentlemen are still having trouble seeing my big
tits. Maybe this will help." With one fluid motion, my wife
pulled her bra down below both tits, completely exposing them.
"As many times as I've seen them, I can't get over how big and
sexy they look," Burditt commented as he squeezed his prick
inside his pants.
Darla noticed him doing it, walked over, and ran her fingers
along the big bulge. "Mmmmmm.. I think I've gotten the
distinguished VP of the firm hard... It is hard isn't it, Joel?
Big... and Hard... and Ready?"
"Oh shit! It's so hard, it hurts," he moaned.
"So does mine," Neal Folden remarked. "Are your panties
slotted into your slit, Darla?"
"No. That would be naughty. A girl's panties are supposed to
cover her pussy. They can't very well do that if they're slotted
into her slit, Mr. Folden."
"I don't believe you, Darla. Prove it," Folden demanded.
"Whatever you say, Sir." My wife squatted right beside the
table resting her butt on her heels and then slowly opened her
thighs wide to expose the entire plane of her pussy, which we all
saw was fully covered by her panties. However, all the men also
saw that her panties were nearly as transparent as her bra.
"See, Mr. Folden. Do you believe me now? It wouldn't be
proper for me to be waiting on the table with my panties slotted
into my pussy."
We played a few more hands as Darla watched. She moved around
the table so that every man got a full view of her exposed charms
and those that were not yet fully revealed. Finally, Folden
couldn't stand it any longer. "Darla, I want your panties
slotted. Now! Do it right now."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Folden. But you realize that Howard's
wife is going to look like a hot whore if you make me slot my
panties in front of everyone. Do I have to do it?"
"Slot the panties, Darla. I won't tell you again."
"Yes, Sir." A moment later, my wife was standing in front of
us with the crotch band of her panties slotted deep inside her
slit and her labia exposed.
For the next 15 minutes or so, Darla served us with her tits
exposed and her panties firmly slotted into her cuntal slit.
Finally, Feldman spoke for the first time since he had issued his
apology for commenting on my wife's appearance. "I don't know
about the rest of you, but I happen to think Darla's best asset
is her incredibly sexy ass. And I want to see it. Darla, enough
of this teasing. Show us your hot ass!"
My wife dutifully moved right beside the CEO, turned to thrust
her ass right in his face, and slowly, ever so slowly lowered her
panties over her ass and from there down her thighs until she was
completely exposed for Feldman's pleasure.
"Go on, Darla," Feldman ordered. "I'm the CEO and I'm telling
you to take it all off. Enough of this teasing. Leave the heels
on but take off the rest of it. Now!"
"Yes, Sir." my wife said meekly. She looked over at me with
sad expression on her face, "I'm sorry, Honey, but what can I do?
Mr. Feldman is your boss and he's ordering me to strip naked so
all these high level executives can see your wife's naked body.
I'll try to be modest if they will let me." With that comment,
my wife pulled her panties off and tossed them into the pile of
her other clothes off to one side.
"Is this all right, Mr. Feldman?"
"No, Darla. It isn't."
"But I'm naked now, Mr. Feldman, except for my heels, and you
told me to leave them on."
"It's true you're naked, Darla, but with your legs together, we
can't see your delicious cunt. Sit on the couch and show it to
us. Don't even think about trying to conceal anything."
She smiled and moved to the couch. Turning to face the men,
she kept her knees pressed tightly together. Looking at me once
again, she said softly, "I'm sorry, Darling. Mr. Feldman has
ordered me to show everyone your wife's hot cunt." Her legs
opened slowly... wider and wider and wider... until they gaped
wide exposing her cunt, the hot open slit leading to her tight
vagina, and the erect bud of her clitoris at the top.
"Is this satisfactory, Mr. Feldman? Am I spread wide enough?"
"You are, Darla, but unfortunately, you're sitting on that
delicious ass that I and several of the other VP's like so much.
Kneel on the couch, head down, ass up. You know the position, my
Dear. You've been in it many, many times over the last six
months, now haven't you?"
"Yes, Sir. I have. I know how you want me. I can't help it,
Howard. The CEO has ordered me to show everyone my ass and my
cunt from the rear. You do understand that I have to do it,
don't you Dear?"
"Yes, Honey. I know you have no choice. Please assume the
position, Darla. Do what my boss tells you to do." A moment
later, my wife was kneeling on the couch, her big tits hanging
down, her head almost resting on the cushions while her ass was
arched high in the air. She had one leg off the couch so that
her thighs were spread enough to allow the men to see the entire
plane of her cunt and her wet, waiting sex hole."
At this point, Streeper stood and said, "Damn! I can't take
any more of her teasing. I've got to fuck her." He got up
obviously intending to take my wife into the bedroom and screw
her. Feldman stopped him.
"As Howard has made very clear, his wife is here tonight for
our pleasure, but for all of us... not just you. If you're going
to fuck her, do it here... on the couch or on the floor. We'll
go to the bedroom later... all of us. Right now, fuck her on the
couch."
Streeper nodded... what else could he do? Feldman was the CEO.
He stripped and moved to the couch with my wife. Sitting beside
her, Darla moved onto his lap and squirmed her naked cunt against
his raging erection. Streeper tried to get into her, but with
her ass against his cock, he couldn't get it aligned properly.
Before he managed it, my wife had thrust her tits at him and
moaned, "Suck my nipples, Honey. That really makes my pussy
throb for cock."
He didn't have to be asked twice. Both of his hands came up
and squeezed my wife's tits until they were bulging outward
utoward his mouth. His tongue swiped over the engorged nipples
bringing a moan from her lips. Every man was squeezing his cock
now.
The more Streeper licked my wife's nipples, the harder she
squirmed on his lap, her pussy grinding against his erect organ.
Finally, the man groaned and pushed my wife off his lap onto the
couch. Standing beside her, he thrust his erect cock toward her
face and ordered, "Suck. Suck it, Honey."
Cupping his balls, my wife's mouth moved easily over his 6 and
a half inch dick and took him inside until her lips were buried
in his pubic hair. Marvin held Darla�s head and began thrusting
in and out of her mouth hole, essentially fucking her mouth. She
took every inch on every thrust. I thought Marvin was going to
unload into my wife's mouth, but he had other plans for his load.
Ripping his cock from my wife's lips, he pushed her onto her
side on the couch, hoisted her right leg high in the air until
her foot rested on his shoulder. He aligned his cock with her
opening. When the head touched her pussy, Darla groaned, spread
wider, and thrust her hips upward as all hot women do when
they're preparing to receive cock.
"Ready?" Marvin asked considerately.
"Oh god YES! Fuck me, Marvin. Give it to me... right here in
front of everyone. FUCK ME!"
He did. With one hard thrust, his cock sank out of sight to
his balls into my wife's waiting cunt hole. After that, he
slammed thrust after thrust into her squishing pussy as she
grunted and moaned each time the prick stretched her open and
penetrated. Two of the VP's had their cocks out jacking off as
they watched the erotic tableau of a beautiful woman being fucked
in front of her husband and seven other randy men, all of whom
were going to fuck her several times before the evening ended.
After Marvin had ejaculated inside my wife's cunt, the poker
game was forgotten as everyone stripped rapidly. Heidorn beat
the others to my wife. He sat on the couch and pulled her onto
his lap. She started to mount him face-to-face so he could suck
her tits as he fucked her cunt, but again Feldman stopped her.
"No. Not that way, Darla. Face us so we can see Devin's cock
fucking your hot cunt."
Without pausing, Darla swiveled around on Devin's lap so that
she was facing Feldman directly, her cunt in direct line with his
eyes. She raised her ass, turned to Devin, and whispered
seductively, "Stick it in me, Stud. Fuck me hard. Add your big
load to Marvin's." She grunted like a whore when the cock rammed
up her waiting vagina.
After Devin had cum inside my wife's pussy, Feldman ordered
everyone into the master bedroom. I couldn't help but remember
Darla's comment about how much hotter it got men to fuck a
married woman in her own bed than elsewhere. Obviously, that's
where most of the fucking was going to take place for the rest of
the evening.
It was well after 1 AM before my wife had managed to empty the
balls of all the VP's, Folden, and Feldman. I lost count, but I
think every man fucked her twice except Burditt who I know
screwed her three times. I just watched, but by the time the
evening was over, my cock was hurting like hell. That's what
happens to a man when he stays hard for four hours without
relief.
The only way Darla was able to satisfy 8 men was to use
everyone of her holes. Several times during the evening, I saw
her sucking two cocks, first one.. then the other... back and
forth... while another cock plowed her cunt or her ass.
It became obvious to me very quickly that most of the VP's
liked fucking my wife's ass. It seemed like every time I looked
into the bedroom she had a cock up her ass. Often, they would
have ass sitting a cock while one or two other men pumped her
mouth.
Before long, the VP's grew impatient waiting for their turn.
After that, she was getting it three and four at time. Her ass
and cunt holes were continuously occupied by cock usually with
two others taking turns in my wife's mouth.
Toward the end, they got my wife in missionary position with
her legs up and back, her knees almost touching her tits. One
man pumped her cunt while three others jacked off and creamed her
body. One by one, they ejaculated in or on my wife until all
eight sets of balls were totally drained. The last hour was
spent with the men using our two bathrooms to shower and clean up
before returning home.
I saw all the guests to the door. Feldman was the last to
leave. Before he did so, he smiled and said, "Howard, thank you
for a wonderful evening. And thank you for solving the problem
that I spoke about. I expect your appointment to vice president
will be official by Tuesday of this coming week."
"Thank you, Martin. Now, you do understand that this was
Darla's swan song as an available cunt and ass for the
executives, right?"
"Of course. The wives of the CEO and VP's are not available on
demand. Of course, they can always engage in fun when they wish,
if they wish."
"Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way. If Darla wants
you to do her ass, then enjoy. But, it's her choice."
Feldman had turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back
to me. "You realize, I'm sure, that as of next Tuesday, all the
wives of the District Managers and most of the wives of the
Associate District Managers will be at your beck and call
whenever you wish to use them. But strict secrecy and discretion
is the order of the day. You never suspected and neither should
the other District Managers. You know that Grant Arner is a
District Manager, I'm sure. It created quite a stir when we
promoted him ahead of you simply because Darla had not yet made
herself available."
"I know. What about it?"
"I'm just curious. Are you going to fuck Grant's wife? You
can you know. Anytime you want her."
I laughed. "I haven't decided yet."
Feldman smiled, shook my hand, and left.
As soon as I shut the door, I raced back to the master bedroom.
My wife was nearly unconscious in the middle of the bed. I
gently carried her into the spa and got into the whirlpool bath
with her. Over the next 30 minutes I cleaned and bathed her.
Afterwards, I carried her into the guest bedroom and rubbed
lotion over her tired body. We curled up together and slept
until noon Sunday morning.
I awoke with my wife kissing me and rubbing her big tits over
my chest. I got hard almost instantly. "Hi, Sexy," she cooed.
"That's quite an hard problem you have down there," she grinned
as her hand stroked me gently.
"Very hard. It's been that way for about 12 hours now."
"Everything is sore, Honey. Even my jaw hurts from sucking all
those cocks. Would it be Ok if I just jack you off now to give
you some relief?"
"No. I'd rather wait until every thing is healed and the
soreness is gone. Besides, I don't deserve to have you worry
about me after every thing you've done for us. First you made me
a district manager after I had failed for over a year. Then,
last night, you got me promoted to vice president. I'm going to
fix you a wonderful breakfast and then we're going to sleep the
rest of the afternoon. Tonight, we'll go out for a wonderful
dinner and dancing if you feel like it."
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After we had enjoyed breakfast together, and were curled up in
bed about to sleep the rest of the afternoon, Darla propped
herself up on her elbow and stared into my eyes. "I love you!"
she said.
"And I love you... more than I can tell you."
"Mmmm..." She curled up against me. Just before we dropped
into a deep sleep, my loving wife said softly, "Burditt is really
sad that I'm not available to him any longer."
"I'm sure he'll get used to it."
"He's got such a big cock."
"He does. I saw it last night."
"And he knows just how to use it."
"Make you cum?"
"Always."
"Do you want to have it in you again?"
"Mmmmmmmmm...."
"Regularly?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..."
"Fucking you... hard?"
"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
"Making you cum?"
"MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
"Good night, Darling."
"Good night, my hot Stud."
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