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Working For His Promotion Pt. 01

By: The Big Bopper



Chapter 1

Adam Hamilton was the new up-and-coming hotshot Marketing Manager for a multi-national corporation based in a mid-western city of only 80,000 population, employing 10% of the town's workforce. He had been head-hunted just three months ago to take on a position that many in the company thought he was too young and inexperienced to handle.

Only 28 years old, Adam was an only child brought up in a small rural community. He had moved to one of the major cities in order to further his education, going to one of the country's leading universities. That was where he met his stunningly attractive wife, Joanne. Two years younger at 26, she was a striking redhead whose silky and shiny locks flowed down over her shoulders when let loose. However, most of the time, she wore her hair up, using a variety of methods such as a bun and sometimes a ponytail.

Not just a beautiful face, Joanne was equally proud of her pert and shapely breasts that stood up firm and proud at around 38". The top side of each breast resembled the slope of a ski jump ending in nipples that stood out nearly an inch when she was fully aroused. Fortunately for Adam, that was very often, they were a highly sexual couple and with no children as yet, they were able to devote full attention to each other ... and they did, most nights.

Joanne was so proud of Adam's career achievements, having worked his way into this $100,000 a year job at such a young age. She had told him regularly that she would support him in anything that he wanted to do work-wise. She was working too, but only part-time, from 10 to 3 four days a week as a bank teller. She enjoyed the work and it kept her reasonably busy, but still allowed her time to shop and get home in time to be ready to greet Adam when he came in from work every night.

Some of the other executive wives had formed a welcome wagon for Adam and Joanne when they moved into town just ten weeks ago. So there were at least some familiar faces when Adam and Joanne attended their first company social gathering at the home of the founder of the business, Robert Johnson.

Johnson was quite a big man, stood 6'2" and weighed around 95 kilos, but not a lot of fat. He obviously took care of himself, working out in a gym several days a week. He had just recently enjoyed his 45th birthday. The occasion for tonight's party was his 20th wedding anniversary. He wore his dark hair slicked back and most women would consider him to be a handsome man, but he knew it. There was a confident arrogance about him as he chatted to the ladies at the party.

Joanne had met Robert Johnson for the first time here tonight. She had always been somewhat shy about meeting new people so she had confined her greeting to an offered hand, preferring not to indulge in kissy-kissy with her husband's boss. But she had observed that nearly every other executive wife had allowed him to kiss her hello and Joanne saw that his hand fondled each woman while they were in close for a kiss. Nothing too serious, just a hand roaming over an arse or cupping the side of a breast.

Joanne and Adam were yet to make new friends in this small town, so their outings away from their home had been only to try the various restaurants that lined the main street, offering quite an interesting and varied assortment of cuisines for such a small town. Tonight's party was their first such night out in the ten weeks they had been in town, in that they were actually interacting with other couples.

Adam was a bit nervous, wary about what he said and how he presented himself, since he was quite aware of the criticism that had been levelled at him by some within the company. He held on to his first drink for nearly an hour, being afraid to loosen up for fear he might speak out of turn to someone important in the company structure.

On the other hand, Joanne was relishing being out socially and mixing with other people and she put away glass after glass of wine without caution or fear. By 10pm, she was feeling very tipsy and realised suddenly that she needed fresh air on her face and quickly, so she politely begged out of a group that she had been vaguely conversing with, and headed for the open back doors. They opened out onto a magnificent patio with views over a bay that was bathed in moonlight.

Five or six people were in a group conversing on the patio. Joanne needed to clear her head quickly, not congest it getting into further conversations with strangers uttering meaningless chatter. She saw that at one side of the patio, four steps led down to the garden and she made her way to the steps. 

The night air revealed to her just how affected she had become from the alcohol, so she was careful in negotiating the steps. Now on level ground and walking on grass, she slipped quietly off into the shadows, away from the lit areas nearer to the house. In the moonlight, she could make out a rotunda complete with what appeared to be a swing seat and she headed for it.

Once there, Joanne sat down carefully in the swing seat, kicking with her feet to start the seat swinging. She turned to look back at the house over her left shoulder and saw that small trees and bushes had nearly obscured the house. She could just make out the lights in the house some 30 metres away. Joanne turned back to look toward the bay and the beautiful moonlight shining across the water, breathing in deeply in an attempt to sober up. She didn't want to embarrass her husband at his first work social gathering.

A male voice coming from just outside the rotunda startled her and her feet touched the floor, stopping the seat from swinging. "I never tire of sitting here in the dark to admire the beauty of this location, but I see that tonight someone has beaten me to it."

The man stepped into the rotunda and made to sit down beside Joanne on the swing seat, causing her to slide up toward one end. "I'm sorry," she told him. "I didn't mean to intrude, I just needed some fresh air and I found myself drawn to this wonderful spot."

As his face came closer in the dim light, she realised that it was the host for the evening ... the debonair 45 year old Robert Johnson. Joanne had met him very briefly at the front door when she and Adam had arrived. She had not noticed him again until this moment, but unknown at this time to Joanne, Robert had barely taken his eyes off her all evening. He had watched her from across the room, taken by her natural beauty. When he observed her heading outside, he seized the moment to follow her to engage her in one-on-one conversation.

"My dear, such a beautiful woman as yourself could never be intruding. Please stay and take full advantage of the seat and the night and the moon and the wonderful view."

"I love this swing seat!" she told him, her feet pushing on the floor to start it swinging again.

"Actually, my dear, it is a love seat, made to fit just two people."

"Well, two is what we've got right now." As soon as the words had left her lips, Joanne wondered just what had possessed her to say that, then realised that she was past tipsy. She was really well on the way to being drunk ... and drunks often speak before they think. 'God, I'm going to hate myself in the morning,' she thought.

"Quite right, two of us in a love seat," Robert said as his arm slid around Joanne's bare shoulders, his hand grasping her on the upper arm and she felt a gentle pressure as he pulled her body toward his. Somehow, her head just flopped onto his left shoulder before any reality set in.

Joanne felt his warm mouth on the top of her head, pressing lightly, placing soft kisses on her red hair, which she had worn down tonight, flowing to her bare shoulders.

"You are a beautiful woman, Joanne, but I am sure that you are well aware of your beauty and what it does to older men like me."

A small alarm bell went off in Joanne's head. What was happening, how did this suddenly become a man and a woman embracing on a love seat, out of sight of any of the other party guests and out of contact with her loving husband? She tried to rise, but he had made the seat now swing quite quickly and her head spun. She had to close her eyes, fearful she might throw up.

Robert's mouth and the lips that had been pressing soft kisses on Joanne's head now moved across her forehead. He kissed her closed eyes and she was surprised to feel his hot breath and his warm lips now kissing her cheek. Then his lips lightly touched hers and she realised that it was high time to protest. The situation was getting out of hand.

"Please, don't!"

"You are the most beautiful woman this town has ever seen. I can't believe that Adam has been hiding you away since he joined us."

The mention of her husband's name instilled a sudden sense of reality to Joanne and she again tried to rise from the swinging love seat.

"I must go back to the house, I don't feel very well."

"My dear Joanne, you've obviously just had a bit too much wine. I suggest you just relax here for a moment or two and you'll gradually recover."

"I'll only stay if you don't try to kiss me. I don't like that."

"I'm sure you really do like kissing. Joanne, you appear to me to be a very sexy, seductive woman. I would bet that kissing is a very big part of your life, isn't it?"

"Ummmm!" was all she could manage before she felt his lips touching hers, which were sensuously pressed together, but not clamped tightly shut. Then his tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick across her lips.

She opened her mouth to protest. "No, don't!" She lifted one hand and placed it at his chest, trying to push him away. She didn't apply a lot of pressure and the gesture was futile.

But the "No, don't!" was all that she could say before his tongue pressed in between her parted lips and slipped across her teeth to make bold contact with her tongue. She whimpered quite loudly from behind the kiss, but didn't withdraw her tongue. His tongue painted the surface of her tongue, across the tip, along the top, even swirling around to the underside. Joanne whimpered again and the hand that had pushed at his chest voluntarily lifted and draped across the back of his neck, holding his head to hers while his lips and tongue assaulted the inside of her mouth.

His tongue was unrelenting, never giving her a chance to protest further. 'Why do I like this, why am I participating, this is madness,' she thought, but she didn't make any effort to stop him, the hand draped around his neck actually encouraging him. 'I should never have allowed myself to get into such a compromising position, but it all happened so quickly. I can't stop him now, he's Adam's boss and I don't want to offend him. Who knows what that could do to Adam's career?'

Through her alcoholic haze, she felt a hand on her breast, moulding and massaging it, arousing the nipple that was at least for the moment, still covered by her dress. She heard herself whimper again as their tongues wrestled inside her mouth. 'I wish I could just stop participating, I am making it worse, I am encouraging him. He must think I am such a slut.'

The hand on her breast was gone, but her mind was now clear enough to realise that it would reappear some place else, to touch another part of her soon, possibly somewhere more intimate, a more exposed part. She clamped her thighs together in anticipation of where his hand would land, only to feel his hand on the outside of her leg, pushing her tight dress upward, exposing her upper left leg. Joanne tried to push her bottom down harder onto the still gently swinging seat, attempting to stop him from lifting her dress.

The bottom hem was now at an angle, still modestly covering her right thigh to just above her knee, the one closest to his body, but angling up so that it barely covered her hip on her left side. She felt his hand rummaging under the front of her dress, tugging it upward. "Please don't rip it," she pleaded, managing to tear her mouth away from his, dropping the hand that was holding his head to hers.

"If I do, I'll buy you two to replace it."

"Why are you doing this to me, It's not right."

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"But I am not available to you, I have a husband who loves me."

"Adam will have to learn to share you. One man alone cannot keep such a gorgeous woman to himself."

His hand had managed to forage underneath the front of her dress, pulling at it enough to create an area for his fingers to work in. She felt them touching the soft sensitive skin of her upper thigh, just before the point where her thighs met at her mound.

Joanne jumped with shock at the first touch of his fingers on her pantie-covered mound. "No, don't ... please," she begged.

His fingers touched the damp crotch of her panties. "You are so wet, don't tell me you don't want this."

"I don't ... I really don't!" But her body was already betraying Joanne, her juices now soaking her panties as his fingers pulled the flimsy material aside.

She gasped aloud as she felt two fingers touch her skin under the crotch of her panties, tracing up the now very wet slit formed by her outer labia lips, then back down again. Despite her verbal protest, she let out a moan and the leg muscles unclamped, her thighs parting slightly in the tight confines of her sleek black party dress.

Without a moment's hesitation, Robert took advantage of the improved access that her unwitting move afforded him and his fingers came back to the top of her now opening slit and they teased out the little bud of her clitoris, causing her to cry out. "Unnnnhhhh!"

His lips claimed her moist lips again and he didn't have to force her lips to part this time. Her tongue greeted his wetly and warmly, locking together in sweet combat while his fingers swirled around her rapidly stiffening clit. He stroked and stroked it and they could both hear her breathing labouring above the party sounds in the distance. Each breath was longer and she combined it with whimpers that would have been full blooded moans had her lips not been covered by his.

'This is madness,' she thought through the hazy effect of the wine she had consumed this night. 'I'm going to come any minute, not by my husband's fingers, but in the arms of a man that I've only just met. This has never happened to me before, and should not be happening. But I can't stop it now, I could ruin Adam's career.'

Having justified her predicament to herself, Joanne relaxed against his body, seeking and accepting the sexual release she knew this man could and would give her any minute now. As a signal to him of her acceptance of his actions, she slipped her arm up around his back again and her fingers stroked through his hair, forcing his head to push his lips tighter to hers. 

The throbbing began so deeply inside her body, somewhere behind her cunt and gradually it rose to the surface as the pulsing in her body erupted under his expert fingers. Her lower body began jerking spasmodically, trying to draw every ounce of ultimate pleasure from his probing fingers. He withdrew his mouth and that allowed her to cry out her release in the still night air, barely disturbed here by the party sounds coming from the house.

"Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh!" She tried to still her body's movements, now embarrassed by coming so rapidly and easily at the hands of a stranger, but she couldn't stop the spasms emanating from within her cunt. She opened her eyes, looking up to see his eyes watching her carnal enjoyment with lust.

As the pulsing eased, she said to him "What?" as he continued to stare into her eyes.

"Not only are you a very beautiful woman, but obviously a highly sexual one. We will have some lovely times together."

"No we won't!" She was instantly defiant. "This will never happen again. I just had too much wine. You caught me in a very weak moment."

"The next time will be better. We will be in bed ... yours or mine, it doesn't matter."

"No, I told you. It won't ever happen again," she continued to protest.

He was ignoring her protests. "Would you like Adam to watch our first time together? I could arrange it, you know. That would be very sensual. A man giving his beautiful wife to his boss to further his career."

The man's words frightened Joanne, they seemed threatening. "What are you? No, I don't want him there watching." She was flustered and hadn't chosen her words carefully.

"Okay, so you would rather it be just the two of us – in bed together."

"No, I didn't mean that. It won't happen, I don't want it to."

"Your body told me something else, Joanne. I'll call you!"

"No ... no ... don't! I won't answer!"

"You better, Joanne. I'm used to getting what I want ... and I want you! And very soon!"

From not far away, a female voice spoke, startling the couple in the rotunda. "Robert, are you coming inside? We're due to cut the cake now."

Joanne felt his fingers withdraw from her clitoris and the swinging stopped as Robert planted his feet firmly on the ground. Joanne's hand dropped from behind Robert's head and moved to straighten her dress down at the side and front, expecting that the woman was about to enter the rotunda.

"Shit, is that your wife?" whispered Joanne, flushing in embarrassment.

"Just coming in now, darling," shouted Robert to the woman standing not far from them. Then, turning back to Joanne, he whispered, "It's okay, she won't come any closer. She has learnt to be discreet in our twenty years together."

"So this has happened to you before?"

"She knows how much I love beautiful women. She probably knows me better than I know myself. She probably knew when she met you at the front door tonight that I would be out hunting you, looking for a chance to be alone with you."

"Is that what you did ... hunted me?' Joanne was bristling with anger now, realising that he had pursued her and then seduced her. 'I suppose I should be relieved he didn't fuck me,' she thought. 'At least, I got to come, he didn't.' She smiled in self-satisfaction, about the only contentment she could draw from this incident, other than getting some sexual relief, a glow that was now diminishing rapidly after being caught by Robert's wife.

Robert had stood, turned and bent down to give her an affectionate chaste kiss on her now tightly closed lips. "Thanks, it was great. You were great. Until our next time, my dear."

Joanne was fuming. "I told you there is no next time..." Her voice faded out because he had wheeled around and was gone, leaving her to smooth her dress down, trying to check herself in the semi-darkness to make sure that her hair and lipstick were tidy.

By the time she found her way back inside the house, all of the guests had moved into the living room and Joanne was able to quietly make her way through to a bathroom without anyone seeing her. She was so glad that she did. Her lips were quite puffy from the enthusiastic kissing, so she bathed water on them. Then reapplied her lipstick. She did what she could with her hair, which certainly didn't look as coiffured as when she had arrived at the party.

Looking natural and beautiful again, but bearing a huge amount of guilt, Joanne slipped quietly into the living room and rejoined her husband, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Adam half-turned to her, "Where have you been?"

"I've had a bit too much to drink. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of all your new work colleagues so I went out back to get some fresh air."

"That was thoughtful, darling. Thank you! Did it work?"

"Yes thanks, I'm feeling a bit clearer now."

"Good!"

They both diverted their attention back to Robert and his wife, hugging each other after cutting their anniversary cake. Robert was rambling a bit with a speech that was now urging the wives of the executives to fully support their husbands' jobs in whatever ways they can. Joanne wondered if the comments were directed at her and she wished she had heard the beginning of his speech.


Working For His Promotion Pt. 01



'Robert Johnson is obviously a powerful identity, both in this company and in this town. For Adam's sake, I will do well not to antagonise him,' she thought.

The party began to break up not long after the cake cutting speech. Adam suggested to his wife that they leave now ... they sought out Robert and his wife, Jane to thank them for the invitation. The hosts had still been standing, arms around each other's waists, seemingly a perfect couple, talking to other guests. Robert broke away to shake Adam's hand ... then while Adam said goodnight to Jane, Robert leaned in toward Joanne, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek and whispering in her ear, "I will call you, you better answer."

She froze at his words, realising that her association with Robert Johnson may have only just begun. Still reeling from his comment, Joanne found Robert's wife Jane reaching out with her hand to shake Joanne's. "It was such a pleasure to meet you, Joanne. I hope you'll come again."

Joanne pondered the words, were they intentionally phrased that way, how much did Jane see, while standing and perhaps listening just outside the rotunda. How long had she been there? Was she well aware of her husband's indiscretions? How many other company wives had he attempted to seduce in this way? Had he told them all that they were the most beautiful woman in this town?

Joanne managed to force a smile for Jane, saying, "Thank you for having us."

"I am sure we will become good friends."

Joanne was even more stunned by Jane's parting words. What would they have in common? Jane was, like Robert, in her mid forties. The Johnson's were obviously rolling in money, judging by the opulence of the home and its hillside setting overlooking the lake. Adam and Joanne were twenty years younger, just starting out. They had managed to rent a comfortable home while they saved enough money to buy a place of their own.

Adam and Joanne walked hand-in-hand to the car. When they got in for the drive home, Joanne didn't put her seat belt on, but instead half turned in her seat toward her husband and laid her head on his shoulder for the half-hour drive home.

"What did Robert say to you at the door?"

The question surprised Joanne ... she didn't think that Adam had noticed and she struggled to find a good answer through her alcoholic haze. "Oh that ... nothing."

"What do you mean nothing. He appeared to whisper something in your ear. You were blushing."

"Was I? No Adam, it's not important. He was just flirting with me."

"Flirting with you? My boss!"

As soon as she had said flirting, she knew that it was too much information to give her husband while she was affected by the wine. She attempted to distract him by moving her hand directly to his crotch, finding his cock through his trousers ... it was lying soft and dormant.

"Joanne, why was he flirting with you?"

She stared out at the road ahead through the front windscreen, her hand still covering his clothed cock, her mind spinning, trying to determine how much she should tell him. They drove on in silence for a while.

"Adam, I have a confession to make."

He turned to look at her. "Something tells me I might not like this."

"It's about your boss, Adam. I think he's a bit of a lecher."

"There are rumours around the office. Why, what happened with Robert?"

"Darling..." she said to him hesitantly.

"Yes!" he answered cautiously, feeling that he was not going to like what was coming. His fellow executives had already regaled him with stories of how the boss had hit on all of their wives. It seemed that most of the company men accepted it as a small price to pay for having such good jobs and being so well paid. Extraordinarily, Adam had got the impression that his fellow executives' wives went along with it too. Adam had not yet told Joanne of the rumours he had heard.

Joanne continued, "...I told you how I had too much wine to drink. I really had become very tipsy and I was afraid that I would say something to someone that could embarrass me ... and you, of course! I was also feeling like I might throw up. It was quite stuffy in the house."

"Why didn't you come and find me? I could have left, we could have gone home."

"I looked around for you, but you were deep in conversation with some guys, it looked important."

"We were probably just talking about football."

"I didn't know that. I just wanted some fresh air, so I slipped out onto the patio, but that was noisy too. So I took a stroll out in the garden and I found a beautiful little rotunda with a swing seat inside. I just sat down and gently pushed myself back and forth and looked out on the beautiful moonlit lake. The night air was wonderful and it at least cleared away the need to throw up."

Joanne looked up at Adam to see how he was coping so far. He looked all right, but then she hadn't got to the bad bits yet.

"I was enjoying the still night and the quiet, so far away from the noise of the party ... just alone with my thoughts. But then Robert suddenly appeared there in the rotunda. He came and sat down alongside me on the swing seat and told me it was really a love seat. He put his arm around me and told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen."

She felt her husband's body tense up with her revelation and she gripped his cock tighter through his trousers.

"He certainly has a way with words. Why didn't you just get up and walk away?"

"That is what I would have done if I was sober. But I told you that I was quite affected and my head was spinning. Then when he started to rock the seat, I had to close my eyes ... I thought I was going to throw up. Anyway, suddenly he just started kissing me..."

"And you let him?"

"Adam, he just snuck up on me. The kisses were just on the top of my head at first, in my hair. It all seemed a bit harmless. But then somehow his mouth was suddenly on mine and there was his tongue..." Her voice trailed off for a moment as tears began rolling down her cheeks. He turned his head and saw them.

"I tried to protest, Adam. I truly did. I kept telling him 'don't do that', but he wouldn't stop. He just kept kissing me and he had his tongue in my mouth."

"So you opened your mouth to kiss him?"

"He forced it open with his tongue."

"What was your tongue doing when he forced his tongue in your mouth?"

"It wasn't like that, darling. You make it sound like I was enjoying it ... like I was participating."

"What was your tongue doing while he was sticking his tongue inside your mouth."

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she confessed, "My tongue was doing it back to him, playing with his tongue and our lips were all mashed together. Adam, I am so sorry. Nothing like this has ever happened before. I was just so scared of offending your boss. I was worried about what it might do to your career here."

"So how far did this kissing go?"

This was not going well for Joanne. How could she have thought that it would? She should never have started, she had painted herself into a corner.

"That's all, Adam. We just kissed for awhile," she lied.

"There must have been more. We're talking about a serial seducer, all of my colleagues at work had warned me to keep you away from him. Apparently, all of their wives have been pursued by him at one time or another."

"It was quite passionate kissing."

"And you sound like you were enjoying it ... playing tongues with him?"

"I didn't say that I enjoyed it!"

"But you hadn't stopped him?"

"I told you I tried to. I just didn't want to put your boss offside."

While they had been talking, Joanne hadn't noticed – until now – that the cock that her hand was loosely draped over, had grown enormously and was now a bona fide erection, tenting Adam's pants up.

Suddenly aware of his strong physical reaction to her embarrassing revelation, Joanne seized the opportunity to divert attention away from her. "What's this?" she said, grasping the tented trousers firmly, tugging on his shaft. "Why have you got a hard-on when I'm telling you about being kissed by your boss?"

"No, it's not because of what you're saying. You've had your hand on me since we left their house. My cock is just responding to your hand."

"Rubbish! My hand was there for a long while. You only got big when I started telling you about me being kissed by Robert Johnson. You are weird, why would that turn you on?"

Adam was in denial. "I'm not turned on by that. I'm disappointed in you. You're twisting it all around."

"You're not disappointed. How dare you! You're making me feel so bad that I let Robert kiss me, and all the time it's turning you on. You are so big from what I've just told you."

"No!" he said meekly and looked at her, he was embarrassed.

Her hands went to the fly of his trousers and she unzipped them, reaching in to lower his underpants and then carefully pulling out his erect cock, standing up proudly. Her head dipped over him and he felt her wet lips cover the head and she sucked vigorously, her fingers caressing the underside of his shaft.

"Ohhh, I might have to pull over if you're going to do that."

She paused to speak. "Keep driving!"

Her mouth formed a perfect oval and she began to slide it halfway down his shaft, each stroke bringing her lips back to the ridge so that just the knob of his cock remained inside her mouth, then the tongue would swipe across the slitted opening, teasing him.

She heard the sound of the car slowing and realised he was stopping ... but she didn't stop. She just kept sucking her way up and down his impressive shaft. His breathing told her he was getting close to a release. Abruptly, she stopped her sucking of his cock, pulling her head away before his hands could react to hold her there.

"Don't stop!" he called out. He humped his cock up but there was nothing but air above him. 

Joanne had slipped back to the far side of the car and was leaning back against the door. Her knees lifted and her hands slipped down to grasp the hem of her sleek black dress and she tugged the sides up her legs until the hem had passed her hips.

"Please Joanne, finish me. Don't leave me like this."

"Do you want to hear more?" she asked, her voice now low and sultry, the tears drying. His erection seemingly in reaction to her confession had changed the situation ... she had taken control. With her dress pushed up around her hips, her bare legs were free and she spread them wide. Adam had stopped the car under a street lamp and the light shone through the front windscreen onto her spread thighs. Adam could see her soaked panties barely concealing her mound.

Now Adam had a tear in his eye. "You said there wasn't any more?"

"Well there is, Adam. He did do more to me. I shouldn't have let him, but I did because I was worried that you might lose your job. So I just let him touch me. Do you want to hear about him touching me, Adam?"

He just stared at his beautiful wife ... Adam had never seen Joanne like this before. So raw, so seductive, so alluring! What had changed her?

"The size of your cock tells me that you want to hear more, Adam." She had kicked her shoes off when she got into the car and now one bare foot reached out and rubbed the underside of his cock. Her hands were gently running up and down the insides of her thighs, heading for her spread crotch, then turning back just before reaching it. "Do you want to hear where he put his hand, Adam?"

"Yes! Yes I do!" Her husband stared at her mound as her foot stroked his cock. One of her hands now continued on to her panties and pulled the gusset aside, exposing her cunt lips, already wet and open ... spread wide, exposing the pink insides. Her fingers did a couple of passes along her exposed slit.

"His hand touched my breast while we were still kissing, Adam. He massaged it in his hand. Not actually touching the skin, I still had my dress on." Her other hand went up to cover one breast the way Robert had done earlier and she demonstrated how it moved around and around her breast. Her eyes had closed.

"He did that for a little while, but then his hand was gone. He wasn't touching me anywhere, but he was still kissing me with his lips and his tongue and I knew where his hand would go next. You know too, don't you Adam?"

Her eyes were open again, watching him. He just nodded his head to her that he knew. "Do you want to tell me where you think his hand went? Tell me, Adam."

"Your cunt, he wanted to touch your cunt." He said it softly.

"You're right! I knew you'd know ... you're so smart, Adam. That's from being a man, isn't it? All men know where any other man is going to want to touch a woman – their woman ... particularly a man like Robert. But my dress was so tight and despite what you may be thinking now, I really didn't want this to happen. You have to believe me, I promise you ... I was torn between my love for you and honouring our marriage vows on the one hand ... and not wanting to piss off your boss on the other hand."

Joanne brought her thighs back together and pushed her dress back down so it just barely covered her cunt. She moved over close to her husband again, leaning over the auto change stick and the handbrake, taking his cock in one hand while lifting his other hand and placing it midway along one of her thighs.

She moved her mouth up close to his head and whispered in his ear. "I'll tell you what he did to me, and you can do it to me again. Okay?"

Adam turned his head to look into her eyes. He nodded silently, caught up in this sensual game she was playing with him. She guided the fingers of the hand she was holding against her thigh and pushed them under her tight dress, guiding his wrist while his fingers touched her mound, the panties again covering her treasure.

"Pull them aside, Adam. You have to do it yourself. Pull them aside, just like Robert did to me out in the rotunda." Her face still pressed up against the side of his head, she gasped in his ear as she felt his fingers pulling the gusset of her panties to one side and then stroking her moist cunt.

"Find my clit, honey. That's what Robert did, he went straight for my clit. You do it too, Adam, just like he did. You need to know what he did to me ... you need to feel me the way he felt me."

Her hand renewed its grasp on his stiff cock, standing straight up from out of his trousers. He gasped as he felt her hand sliding up and down the underside.

"This bit is only for you, Adam. I never touched Robert, I swear. He pleasured me, but I did nothing for him. Please believe me! I saved this part just for you." She was stroking her hand up and down his shaft.

For a moment, he got so carried away with her hand on his shaft that he forgot about what his fingers should be doing. 

"Don't forget my clit, honey. He was touching me there. Damn, I must be distracting you by touching your cock ... Robert didn't have that distraction. All of his attention was on me ... on my clit."

"Aaaahhhh!" she sighed as she felt his fingers swirl around her clitoris, just as Robert's had only an hour ago.

"Not much room to work in with my dress so tight, is there?"

Adam nodded, his eyes closed, enjoying the touch of her soft feminine hand up and down the underside of his rampant organ.

"That's about the same amount of access that Robert had. He could just barely get his fingers at me. Still it was very good, Adam ... nearly as good as it feels with you doing it. I really didn't want him to do it ... you know that, don't you?"

"Y-e-s!" His answer was a breathy drawn out gasping yes. Adam would have agreed with anything at this moment. He was thrusting his cock up into her palm, trying to quicken her strokes on him as he felt his arousal reaching the crest.

His fingers on her clitoris had now developed a rhythm, aided by strong and suggestive thrusting of her pelvis. Joanne knew this wouldn't take long, she already felt the throbbing beginning again deep inside her body, just as it had an hour ago at the hands of Robert in the rotunda. Sensing her release was closing in, Joanne intensified her strokes on her husband's cock, wanting to bring him off with her.

"You do it better than he can, honey..." Her voice rose with the sensations she was feeling and trailed off as the throbbing reached fever pitch and broke the surface right at her clitoris, her body exploding under his relentless fingers that swirled and swirled around her bud.

Her pelvis bucked and pitched, her thighs clamping together to grip his hand and lock it against her cunt.

"Now ... now!" he screamed and a blast of cum spurted from his spasming cock, nearly reaching his chin and splattering back over his clothes. Joanne ducked her head down and wrapped her lips around his pulsing knob just in time for his second spurt. She allowed his milky fluid to launch into the back of her throat, then swallowed it down as a third blast slid over her tongue.

"You are too much!" he told his wife as she sucked up the last of his jism from his now deflating cock.

Joanne pulled her head up and kissed him full on the lips. Adam could taste the remnants of his cum on her lips and in her mouth.

"You can take your hand out from under my dress now."

He dutifully withdrew his hand, the gusset of her panties snapping back to cover her mound. She eased herself back onto her haunches. "And that's all he did to me."

"But you didn't touch him the way you just touched me?"

"No, I told you darling ... that was your bonus. I added that bit for you because you had such an erection. I don't even know if he had one, I never got to touch him."

"I'll bet he did. Kissing you like that, with all that tongue action, then touching your cunt. Boy, he'd have been standing straight up, just like mine was."

"Yes, now let's talk about that. Can you explain to me why you got so horny hearing about your boss touching me. You should have been so pissed off ... but instead, you were turned on. I don't know if I like that reaction."

"Joanne, I can't explain it. You're quite right, I should be pissed off, because I am upset ... and I'm annoyed at you for letting him get away with kissing you and fingering you. But for some strange reason ... when you were telling me about Robert doing all that stuff to you, I just got so turned on. It's like it wasn't the woman I love that you were telling me about ... it's like it was someone as beautiful as you ... but it wasn't my wife - she wouldn't do those things with another man."

"Darling, don't look now, but I think we've attracted some attention in this neighbourhood. We were probably both a bit noisy. I can see a couple of guys that have come out of houses across the road. Can we get out of here ... quickly?"

Adam quickly started the car, put it in gear and they drove on.

Once safely back at home, they went straight to their bedroom. Adam changed into his pyjamas bottoms while Joanne went into the en suite bathroom to remove her make up.

"Honey, there is one worrying thing about your boss that I haven't told you. He told me he wants me, but next time in a bed ... he said it doesn't matter whether its his or our bed. I told him I wasn't interested and certainly I wasn't available, but he was very persistent. I told him I wouldn't answer the phone if he called. Remember, you asked me what he was saying when he whispered to me as we were leaving?"

"Oh yes, that's right. What was that?"

"He said he was going to call me, and that I had better answer the phone."

"Don't worry Joanne, I'll have a talk to him on Monday."

"Oh no ... what will you say?"

"I don't know, but he'll have to understand that you are mine ... that I don't share my wife ... even if he is my boss and he pays me a lot of money."

She came to him and kissed him. "Thank you Adam ... you know that I don't want him ... he's not my type. Honey, you're the only type I want."




Working For His Promotion Pt. 01



"I'm sure you don't want him, Joanne."

They hugged and she felt that he was big again, his erection - just as hard as before – squashed between their tummies. "What's this? You only came twenty minutes ago ... and you're up already." 

Adam pushed her back onto their bed. She fell onto her back and he moved to cover her with his body. "Oh God, Joanne ... I want you now!" he said as his hand went straight to the hem of her nightdress, pulling it up to her waist. His legs pushed between her knees.

"What has come over you? I've seen you pretty horny before ... but never this much!"

"I've got to have you now, I can't wait," he said as she felt his hard cock at her cunt lips. She was still very wet from the earlier activity ... it was just as well. As he nudged his cock head into her moist slit, it found its own way to her opening and she lifted her legs to wrap them over the back of his thighs. She was just in time because, without even a pause, he thrust his pelvis hard at her, shoving his cock deep into her cunt in one long single movement. 

She cried out, "Nooo ... honey, I'm not ready!"

But Adam was not to be denied. He pushed again and his hard cock speared all the way deep into her.

"Adam please ... just wait! Give me a minute please!" She was wet enough to take the bulk of his cock but the two sudden thrusts found her passage still tight and she had felt a twinge of pain. "Why so quick, honey? Can you just wait for me to be ready ... you're too tight in there?"

"I'm sorry, darling. I can't explain it, I've just got to have you ... now!" He withdrew right back until just his cock head remained lodged in her cunt and then he drove it hard all the way back in. Joanne gasped at the ferocity of his hard thrusts. Not even pausing for her to draw breath, he pulled it back again, then began thrusting hard with little thought for her comfort. He was driven by an intense desire for the powerful physical sensations he knew he would get as he thrust his cock deep inside his wife and drove it into her over and over until he could come again.

His pounding into her cunt was relentless and she gave up protesting. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, Joanne just hung on, attempting to adjust her body to receive his jolting thrusts with as little discomfort as possible. Despite having climaxed from her blow job in the car, he didn't take long. His hard thrusts into her tight cunt were made to achieve extreme pleasure for him, and quickly. He got just that, blasting out a release that deposited streams of his cum into her passive body. It did very little for Joanne.

She wasn't happy with her husband's treatment of her, but she didn't complain. She assumed that it might have been his form of revenge, paying her back for her infidelity with his boss. Since she still felt enormous guilt and remorse for allowing Robert to touch her so intimately, she had simply lain beneath Adam and accepted his cock pounding into her body. 

When his pulsing cock had delivered the bulk of his milky deposit into his wife's cunt, he pushed himself up and withdrew his still dripping tool. Adam dropped to the bed alongside her and was quickly asleep. It took Joanne at least an hour laying there in the dark, alongside her husband before she could relax sufficiently to drift into slumber. 

In that hour, her mind wandered over the events of the evening. She thought of how stupid she had been to drink too much and give the party host an opportunity to take advantage of her. She did recall that a couple of the wives had warned her about Robert Johnson when they had come around with the welcome wagon.

As she mentally beat herself up, she was at least relieved that she had only let him kiss and finger her. She knew that she would have felt far worse if she had let him penetrate her. Maybe he would have if his wife hadn't come along ... what would she Joanne have done if he had tried. There was so much on her mind, she really didn't want to contemplate that last thought. 

Joanne remained troubled that Robert intended to call her up. 'What can I say to him that will give him the message that I'm not interested in him without possibly jeopardising Adam's career?'

Then she recalled that Adam had told her when they got home tonight that he would go in and talk to his boss on Monday morning. She knew that she wouldn't have told Adam about the incident tonight if her head had been clear, but maybe it might turn out all right after all. She was amazed at how she had turned things around just when Adam was getting upset with her.

Yes, Joanne had used those distinctive feminine wiles to turn defence into attack and seduce her own husband, just when she was faced with trying to justify her involvement in her infidelity. It was that last comforting thought that eventually cleared her mind so she could sleep.

Chapter 2

Adam arrived at the office on Monday morning and was immediately summoned to Robert's large office on the top floor.

Robert came out from behind the desk to welcome him with a strong handshake and a warm smile, steering Adam over to the more informal setting of coffee table and chairs off to the side.

"Adam, you've been holding out on me."

"What about?"

"Your beautiful wife, Joanne ... she is an absolute stunner. She would certainly be the best looking executive wife in this company. How did you get so lucky?"

"Thank you, I am very proud of her. She is indeed a beautiful woman, and smart too. Robert, we met at college. What can I say, I fell in love immediately, and I'm pleased to say that she seemed to too."

"She is an asset, and this company should take advantage of having such a woman in our midst."

"What did you have in mind?"

"A few things actually, but we can get down to the company's involvement with her at a later time. Tell me, did she talk to you about anything that happened at the party on Saturday night."

Adam was hesitant. "Yes ... err, we did talk a bit about the party. She was very embarrassed, she said that she got quite drunk from the wine and did some things that she would not normally do. Wanted me to apologise for her."

"Apologise ... that's nonsense Adam. She was great, and none of this drunk from the wine rubbish. She went off like a firecracker ... it's obvious that your wife is a very sensual woman. I was just disappointed that we ran out of time and she wasn't able to make me feel as good as she obviously did."

Adam didn't know how to respond to his boss ... he felt very uneasy about the reference to Joanne being a firecracker. Robert was showing no remorse for having taken advantage of Adam's wife. Finally, Adam said, "Yes, about that, Robert. She would not normally allow any man – no matter who it was – to touch her in such an intimate way. She was just very tipsy and she told me that it would never happen again. Wanted me to make sure that you knew that."

"Hold on Adam, no, I'm sorry for you, but you're wrong."

Adam looked back at his boss, stunned.

"It will happen again, Adam, and a whole lot more, because I desire your wife like I have never wanted any other woman. I have to have her, sexually, in every position known to man ... and soon. Now, we can do this in a very intelligent, businesslike way, or you can be stupid about it, in which case it could get pretty messy. In terms of your future with this company, I mean."

"I don't believe that I am hearing this, Robert. You can't just have a woman because you decide you want her."

"Adam, I can ... and I do, quite regularly. If you don't believe that, talk to some of your colleagues here. I have carnal knowledge of nearly all of their wives, and the world hasn't stopped for any of them. Their marriages go on! These men are managers who work alongside you day by day and they have all shared their wives with me. Why? Because they like working for my company and they are ambitious ... and their wives are ambitious for them. Those women know what I like and they make certain I get it ... regularly."

"Joanne would never agree to this."

"Don't be so sure, Adam. You are walking a very thin tightrope right now. You are on the verge of offending me by rejecting my invitation for your lovely wife to spend a night in bed with me. The choice is not really yours alone to make – it's hers too! Why don't you call her up this morning and ask her how she feels about it? If she agrees, you get to keep your one hundred thousand a year job and we might have her join the company payroll as well. Then you two could afford to buy a home instead of renting. But if she or you say no, I'll be advertising next week for a new Marketing Manager. It is as simple as that!"

"You can't do that! That's blackmail ... I earned this position, and you cannot take it from me, just because I won't let you have my wife."

"I can, I have in the past, and I will again, if need be." He had raised his voice and his face was deadly serious ... but in an instant, a smile broke out and Robert added, "Now, can I get you a coffee, Adam?"

Robert was smiling broadly at Adam as he held the coffee pot toward him. But without answering, Adam stood up and headed for the door, where he paused, turned and said, "I can't discuss something with my wife as serious as this over the phone. We will talk tonight and I'll see you in the morning."

***********

Adam could think of nothing else all day. He was so deliriously happy when he won the big paying job, but only ten weeks in, his world was collapsing around him. He was stressing out big time ... thinking about losing this job he had been so desperate to get ... and thinking about Joanne's reaction to Robert's proposal ... and then thinking about what he'd do if she agreed and he had to hand her over to Robert. To watch her go to be with another man, and knowing that man was going to have his cock where only he himself should be. Adam didn't think he could cope with that.

He stopped off at a bar for a couple of stiff drinks on the way home. His lovely redhead wife looked as gorgeous as ever when he walked in the front door. He gave her a hotter than usual hello kiss and she pulled back and eyed him suspiciously.

"What gives? That was more than your usual hello. What's happened to you today?"

Adam paused, unsure of whether this would be the right moment to broach the subject with his wife. "Damn Joanne, I was intending to wait until after dinner ... for the right moment. But there's probably never going to be a right moment. Its been eating away at me all day, so we might as well talk now. Have we got time before dinner?"

"Sure, heaps of time. But even if we didn't, you'll have to tell me now, I am curious."

"Honey, I got called in to Robert's office first thing this morning..."

"Oh my God! Not about Saturday night's party?"

Adam nodded. 

"What did he say, Adam?"

"He told me what a beautiful woman you are. I told him that I knew that."

"Aaaahhh, thank you. That's so sweet of you!"

"Don't thank me just yet."

"Why, what else was said? Did he want to talk about what we did out in the rotunda?"

"Well, I sort of got in first. I told him that you wouldn't have done any of that stuff with him if you hadn't had too much to drink, and I told him how embarrassed you were and that you wanted him to know that it would never happen again."

"Good ... thank you ... so how did he take that?"

Adam's brow furrowed. "Joanne, he turned a bit nasty. Told me that it would happen, that he desired you more than any other woman he had ever met and said he was determined to have you in his bed."

"Wow!"

"What do you mean wow? You should be disgusted, like me."

"Adam, I am." Joanne tried to reassure him, but her face showed that she was flattered that a man – any man – could desire her so much that he would tell her husband so bluntly. "Wow just meant fancy any man wanting me so much, and actually telling you that."

There was rising anger in Adam's voice. "Yeah, well that's not all he told me. It seems that he has fucked the wives of all the managers in the company ... I think it might be on a regular basis. Anyway, he thinks you're next."

"I know..."

"What do you mean you know?"

"No, I didn't mean that I know I'm next. But after what happened at the party on Saturday night, this morning I called a few of the wives who were there, just to ask about him. They all told me what you just did, that they have all been to bed with him. Seems he thinks it's a rite of passage. A new manager arrives at the company, so he gets to sleep with the wife."

"I think that he's got a lot more than sleeping on his mind."

"Okay, I know what you mean. So what did you say to him?"

"I told him no way."

"And he said?"

"Pretty much told me I was fired."

"What?" Joanne grasped her husband's hands in shock. "Oh no, he can't do that."

"Yes, well he seems to think he can. He said he'd be advertising my job next week if I didn't agree. He said that I could decide whether I wanted to keep my job by handing you over for a night. And if I wouldn't, then I will lose my job."

"Do you think he means it?"

Adam looked at his wife directly, tears welling up in his eyes. "Yes, he means it!"

"Shit ... what do we do?"

"I'll have to start looking for another job. You can't do it. It just goes against our marriage vows, everything we promised each other."

"Hold on a minute, Adam."

"You cannot be serious! Y ou're not going to tell me..."

"I think we should talk about it some more. It's not the end of the world ... he just wants one night of sex with me. I think that I could handle it if you could. Then you'd get to keep your job and we can build a life for us here in this town."

Adam looked at his wife incredulously. "I don't believe you are even thinking about it..."

"I didn't say I'd want to do it with him, or even that I'd like it, honey. I just said that I could do it if I had to. But you must believe me ... I'd do that only so you got to keep your job." Joanne leant over and gave him a deep kiss.

They continued to talk it over all through dinner and then over a liqueur in the living room. By the time they were going to bed, they had been discussing it virtually non-stop for more than three hours. But they were both decided. It would happen! This job meant so much to both of them. The good money that Adam was being paid would set them up for life ... and there was also the suggestion that Robert would put Joanne on the payroll.

***********

The next morning, Adam went directly to Robert's office.

"Adam, good morning ... come in. How is your beautiful wife?"

Adam was firm, but polite with no smile. "She is very good, thanks Robert."

"I don't really want her to be very good. I'd like her to be very bad," he said with a chuckle. "What's your answer, Adam? Will your wife be very bad for me?"

"I don't know about bad, Robert. But we had a long talk and I do mean long ... right through dinner. We're not happy that we've been put in this position, but I do like working here, so we have decided that she will come to you ... for one night."

Robert's face broke into a big grin. "That is excellent. You have both made me a very happy man, not just because I get to fuck the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but I also get to keep a very good manager in my company. That is a very wise decision."

Adam bristled at hearing Robert use the fuck word in referring to his wife. It brought the first direct image to his mind of Joanne lying on a bed with Robert above her, stroking his erect cock into her. He blinked his eyes, trying to dismiss the mental picture.

"What do we do next, Robert?"

"I want to have you both come over to my house for dinner on Friday night. You can go home alone about midnight and Joanne will stay all night. I'll bring her home to you sometime Saturday afternoon. Better tell her to have a good sleep Friday afternoon because she's going to be awake all night."

Adam cringed as the reality of what was shortly to happen, hit home to him.

"Oh, by the way. Better check with Joanne tonight that she doesn't have a period due this weekend. Don't want anything to spoil the night."

To be continued shortly

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Working For His Promotion Pt. 02



Adam has taken a new highly paid job for a multi national company in a small mid-western city. He and his beautiful wife, Joanne, both in their late 20's, went to a wedding anniversary for the company founder, Robert where the boss made a move on Joanne outside in the rotunda, only fingering her briefly, but declaring that he must have her. Robert has told Adam that he must bring her to him to stay over at his home this Friday night, blackmailing Adam that he will lose his highly paid job if he refuses. 

Chapter 3

Friday came around far too quickly for Adam, who was dreading the prospect of handing his beloved wife over to another man – his boss - for a long night of sex. He had talked to two of the other managers through the week about how they had handled the situation when Robert had hit on their wives. When both summarised the submission of their wives to Robert, the common thread in their stories was that he seemed to delight in humiliating the men. The other common concern expressed by the two men was that despite Robert's arrogant cockiness, their wives seemed to secretly enjoy Robert's style of lovemaking.

One of the men told Adam that there had been a manager who joined the company about three years ago and within a short time, Robert had made a move on the young man's wife. This man was adamant that his wife wasn't available for Robert's desires and he too was threatened with dismissal, just as Adam had experienced this week. This had been like a red rag to a bull for this new manager and he sued Robert when the boss went ahead and fired him.

Robert's lawyers were ruthless, managing to have the case constantly postponed through the court system over the next two years. All this time, the young man couldn't get another managerial position anywhere because the rumour mill within the industry had labelled him a malicious litigator. When the case eventually came to court, the man did win a financial settlement, but a vast slice of it was eaten up in his legal fees and the judge refused to make a judgment against Robert for costs despite today's supposed legal protection against unfair dismissal.

Adam was told the man now works on a production line because no other company would hire him for a managerial position. To make matters worse, the man's marriage broke up anyway under the strain of the court case and his long time unemployed. Adam's current colleague said he was passing on the story to Adam, just in case he was considering challenging Robert in the court system, but Adam and Joanne had already passed over that possibility.

Robert had issued Adam with more instructions as the week progressed. Adam was told that he was not to have any sex with Joanne after Tuesday evening, supposedly so that she would be fresh and eager for Robert's sexual requirements on Friday night after several nights' abstinence. Adam realised that he should never have told Robert that he and Joanne were so sexually charged that they made love most nights. Adam was all for ignoring Robert's edict – after all, how would he know if they had followed his order. But he made the mistake of telling Joanne and she said they should respect Robert's rules.

On the other hand, Joanne approached the prospect of her sexual sacrifice to Robert with more mixed feelings. She indeed was very compassionate for how apprehensive Adam would be feeling, both in the days leading up to Friday and as to how he would handle leaving her alone with Robert on the night. She herself was anxious about how sexually demanding Robert might be … she worried that he may want her to do things that she had never even done with Adam. 

Nevertheless, she was resigned to the fact that she must give herself to Robert as a way of saving Adam's job, so Joanne looked for some positives that may make her experience bearable. The best she could think of was that Robert was indeed quite a handsome mature man and, she assumed that with that maturity would come experience. As she had discovered last weekend in the rotunda, he was a very good seductive kisser. And, she thought, 'He does use his fingers very well. So perhaps its not all bad.'

While Joanne and Adam had what she considered to be a very good and active sex life and they both derived satisfaction on most nights, it had not always been this way for her. She considered her husband to have been her only real lover. They met at college and were quickly an item. But her earlier initiation to sex at 17 had been a dismal failure with a local boy in her home town. The pair went a bit too far one evening and the boy took her virginity … sort of! He part broke the hymen with his cock, but in thrusting a second time to complete her deflowering, the boy was so excited that he came in her at that exact moment without gaining any further ground. Joanne had several nervous weeks waiting to see if she was pregnant and her hymen remained part broken until Adam eventually completed the loss of her virginity two years later.

On Friday evening, Adam and Joanne were due for dinner at Robert's home at 7pm. Adam made sure that he got all of his work completed early even though it had been hard to concentrate with his thoughts on tonight. He arrived home from the office at 5.30 and called out to Joanne as he came through the front door, but there was no immediate answer. He walked through their house and called again.

"I'm in the bath, darling!"

He followed her voice to the bathroom and walked on in. His beautiful red-haired wife was lying in the bath, totally submerged in bubbles right up to her chin. He went over and kissed her on the forehead.

"How are you, Jo?"

"Nervous!" she answered softly.

"I'll bet! I've felt rotten about this all day, I don't know how many times I picked up the phone, intending to call you to call it all off. Each time, I chickened out. Darling, I know I'm being terribly selfish, but this job is so important for our future. This is going to be a terrible night to get through. You've got the worst part … you have to seem to be enjoying it, even though you probably won't. And he's going to want to do it more than once, so you've got to put up with him being very demanding. What if he wants you to suck him? Have you thought about that? Even worse for you, what if he wants to come in your mouth? You only do that with me so rarely, and I think you only do it because you love me and you know how much I like it."

"I have thought about all of that, honey, but I'll be all right. I'll just face up to it as it happens. All those other wives survived. It can't be too bad, surely."

"I hope not, Jo. I love you so much for doing this for us. Now listen, he's sending me home here after dinner, but I'll be here for you. Naturally, I won't sleep all night, knowing you're there with him. If you don't like what he wants to do at any point, just call me and I'll come back and get you. Only agree to whatever you feel comfortable with."

"Okay, I'll be all right."

She rose up out of the bubbles, her body slick with water, some bubbles still clinging to her shapely tanned body.

"God, you are beautiful darling. I hate to think he's going to see you like this, he doesn't deserve it. He's a pig!"

"But a very rich pig who holds our future in his hands." She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her body, touching it all over to pad her body dry, then stepped out of the bath and walked into their bedroom. He followed, admiring everything about her.

Joanne stopped at the dressing table, let the towel drop, revealing her now dry body … the perfect breasts, upright and firm without a bra … the tiny waist, her shapely arse and the thin runway in her public hair. She reached for her perfume bottle, uncapped it and tipped some of the liquid onto one finger. She parted her legs and swiped that finger down once on that part of her mound between her slit and the top of one thigh. She repeated the swipe on the other side of her slit.

Then she put another dab of perfume between her luscious breasts and yet one more behind each ear. That completed … she turned and walked to the bed where she had previously laid out her clothes for the night. Robert had called her on Thursday, told her what he expected her to wear. He said that if she didn't have any of those items, mainly underwear, in her wardrobe, she was to go to a particular shop he nominated and buy them. They would be billed to his account.

She had done that in her lunch break. She usually only wore pantihose, had never owned stockings nor a garter belt, so she bought those in black as instructed. She also didn't like wearing thongs, she had never liked the way the string part tugged up between the cheeks of her arse, irritating her anal ring. But she complied with his wishes and bought a thong, in a dark red colour.

Adam sat silently in a chair, watching her gently pull each item on, piece by piece. First she sat on the side of the bed while she drew the nylon stockings up each leg, one after the other. Then she tugged the thong up, a thin band of satin that barely covered her mound. Pulling the waist up high on each side, the thin strand at the back totally disappeared between her cheeks. That was until she turned away from Adam, who sat silently watching from his chair and she bent over from the waist to adjust the toe of her stockings. Her arse was pointed straight back at her husband and her cheeks parted, revealing the thin strip of the thong, separating her cheeks, only barely covering her anus and cunt.

Adam wanted to leap out of the chair and have her there on the bed. He suspected that she had purposely bent over that way with her back to him. She had a wonderful teasing streak about her. He loved that.

Next, she took the garter belt, also black and in lace, but not much of it. Just a thin band of lace that would attach around her waist, hanging low on her hips with four elasticised suspenders dropping down to attach onto the darker black band at the top of her stockings, holding them up. She stood beside the bed and watched her husband seductively as she attached each suspender, one to the front and one at the back on each stocking.

"Do I look okay, darling?"

"You look fabulous!"

"Not too cheap or slutty, I hope?"

"God no, Jo … you look very classy, I am very envious of Robert."

"Don't be, you can have me anytime. He will only have me tonight."

"I could come in my pants just watching you get dressed and he'll probably come in his when you get undressed. He better appreciate what a special effort you have taken to look a million bucks for him."

She stepped up close to her husband. "Just remember, whatever happens tonight, I love you and only you. I am only doing this to secure our future together."

"I know," he told her as he lightly kissed her chastely on the lips.

She continued dressing, putting on a a half-cup under-wired bra in a two-tone black and grey … finally her dress … slim, figure hugging, a strapless deep blue creation, cut low in front to reveal her cleavage and an ample amount of both breasts. It was short, ending well above the knee to show off her long tanned legs.

"Blue is your colour."

"Robert picked this out and sent it over yesterday."

Adam felt a twinge of jealousy that this man – about to be Joanne's seducer – could bestow such an expensive looking dress on Joanne as a gift. 

Now dressed so seductively, she sat in her room at the dressing table mirror to apply her make-up. Adam continued to sit behind her, just staring, admiring how good she looked, his mouth partly agape. It was disturbing her … Joanne reached into her jewellery box and selected a pair of earrings for the night. Taking one in hand, her fingers pushed the other down below everything else in the box. Then she turned to Adam.

"Darling, I seem to have lost the other earring … this is my best pair. Can you be a dear and have a look around in the living room, I could have dropped it down behind the lounge, or left it on a coffee table … I'm sure its somewhere out there."

"Okay honey, what does it look like?"

She showed him the one she held in her hand and he left the room to go and look. When he had gone, she fished out the matching piece and stuck them through the holes in each ear. Joanne was becoming more nervous having Adam sit there watching her … she had decided that, since she still had time, she needed a few minutes alone with her thoughts, sitting looking at her reflection in the mirror.

'Yes, I am nervous, as I admitted to Adam … but along with that anxiety is a strange excitement that I know I shouldn't feel. Forgetting that only part successful few seconds in which I lost my virginity to my home town boyfriend, Adam has really been the only cock that has ever been inside me … the only cock that has ever been close to getting inside me.

'Adam is the man I love dearly and the only man I have wanted to spend my whole life with. We have a wonderful sex life … I think! The problem is that I have nothing to compare it with. Every other woman I discuss sex with, recalls several or lots of other men who they say were varying degrees of better or worse than their partners.

'I don't really want any other man in my life and I don't want the complication of an affair. But this week … since kissing and being fingered by Robert and then having him demand to have my body … I am strangely excited by the prospect of what will happen in his bed this night. He is almost twenty years older than me, has so much experience from what I hear … I at last have a chance to experiment with another man, to find out if hooking up with Adam so early in life means that I am missing out on anything special.

'I can never tell Adam any of these thoughts … never! It could destroy his confidence and his self-esteem, and he needs all of that to be the success I know he will be in his career. As startling as it was to see him get turned on when I told him of Robert's sexual deeds on me, as weird as it may seem, that may be a good thing to help him cope with this evening.'

Joanne finished applying her make-up … Adam eventually came back to confess that he couldn't find her earring only to see Joanne wearing them both. "Darling, I'm sorry, it was here all along." They left their house at 6.30 for the half-hour drive across town to Robert's mansion … neither talked much in the car, each alone with their own thoughts and speculation about the night ahead. They pulled up in the driveway of the luxury home right on time at 7pm. Robert answered the door himself.

"Good evening, you are right on time. I like that, very punctual." He stood back to appraise Joanne as she came through the front door, followed by her husband. "Joanne, you are stunningly beautiful tonight. This is all for me, I am a lucky man." 

She did a little pirouette for him to show off the dress that he had bought her. He stepped forward to wrap her in his arms and deliver his mouth to hers, engaging Joanne immediately in a passionate kiss that saw his lips press hers to open. She was surprised and embarrassed in front of Adam, but she complied and his tongue dived between her teeth to insinuate itself around her tongue. Adam stood slightly behind the pair, but to the side where he could clearly see a lot of open mouth and tongue action. He wanted to look away, but his eyes remained drawn by the passion in the kiss … a passion that appeared to be mutual.

Standing just behind Joanne, Adam watched as Robert's hands dropped to cover both cheeks of her arse and he pulled her body into him tightly. Adam knew that his wife would already be feeling the shape of his boss' cock pressing into her stomach between their bodies. If he believed Joanne telling him that she never touched Robert at the party, then Adam knew that this would be her first contact with Robert's cock, even though they were both still clothed.

The intensity and passion in Robert's kiss surprised Joanne, but she confirmed to herself that she really did like the way he kissed, even though she was so embarrassed at having her husband standing behind her, watching. 'If Adam wasn't here, I would enjoy this even more,' she thought, unconsciously raising her hand to lightly grasp the back of his neck, holding his head to hers.

When Robert eventually broke the kiss, she hung on to his neck for a moment longer, breathing heavily, visibly affected by the passion that he had unleashed.

"You are a very sensual woman, my dear. I know that we are going to have a wonderful night together." He reached up behind him and took the hand that had held his head to her possessively. Robert led Joanne into a study and to a bar in the corner of the room. Adam was left to follow behind, not having even been acknowledged by Robert as yet.

"Drinks for you two?" he asked of Joanne and Adam, becoming the perfect host.

"I'll have a beer," said Adam.

"I'd like a vodka straight up," nominated Joanne.

"What about I wrap that in some ice. I don't want you as pissed as last Saturday night. I need you awake and alert all night, my darling."

"I'm only having one to settle my nerves, then I'll have water," responded Joanne.

"Good girl. God, you look great," Robert complimented her again as he prepared the drinks, his eyes scanning up and down her body. He poured himself an orange juice. "Nothing alcoholic for me either, Joanne. It is not just you in the spotlight tonight. I need to perform for you!"

Adam cringed as the words hung heavy around him, his boss discussing performing sexually in relation to his Joanne.

The door to the study opened and Robert's wife appeared, surprising both Joanne and Adam, who both expected that he would be alone in the house tonight.

"Ah, my dear, you know our guests, don't you? Joanne and Adam … and you both know Jane from last week's party." 

Jane stepped forward and kissed Joanne warmly on the cheek, turned and did the same with Adam. "How lovely to see you both again. We are so pleased that you could join us for dinner tonight."

Joanne and Adam stole a glance at each other, checking to see if the other was as stunned at seeing Robert's wife here. The invitation had been for dinner, but Adam had assumed that he would be shown the door early in the evening so that Robert could get at his wife as soon as possible. He had also figured that to do that, Robert's wife must have been away. Now he really was confused.

After a round of drinks and some idle non-sexual chatter that took them past 7.30, a maid appeared to advise that dinner was ready and all four adjourned to the dining room where a magnificent feast awaited. The soup was pumpkin and they all approved. When her bowl was empty, Joanne pushed her chair back and rose, announcing, "Please excuse me, I have to use the bathroom."

She departed the room and before the conversation at the table could resume, Robert too pushed his chair back and rose. "I'll only be a moment, I just want to check the menu with Maria," referring to the maid. He too departed, appearing to Adam and Jane to head into the kitchen, but quickly passing straight through it and out another door.

Robert made his way to the bathroom that Joanne was using. He paused outside, testing the door handle and was pleased to find that she had neglected to lock it. He turned the handle and pushed it open, moving into the small room to find her just rising from the seat after peeing. Her figure-hugging dress had been pushed up so that the bottom hem was caught tightly around her hips and her thong was stretched between her legs, just above the knees. She was still dabbing between her legs with the toilet paper.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 02



She turned at the sound of the door opening and her expression showed that she was understandably annoyed at his intrusion. "What the hell are you doing in here? God, is there no privacy … do you mind?"

"I am sorry, my dear," he replied as he stepped toward her. "You are quite right, you would expect you could have a piss on your own. It's just that I have something extra for you to wear. I couldn't think of any other way to get it to you."

"What is it?" she said, curious, her initial anger subsiding as she dropped the wad of toilet paper into the bowl and flushed. 

Joanne had begun to tug her thong up her thighs by the time Robert reached her. He took something from his trouser pocket and his hand quickly moved to her crotch just in front of her thong, so that his hand holding an object got caught between her mound and the thong.

"Stop … what are you doing?"

"It's okay, babe, I just want you to wear this for me in your panties."

"No, what is it?" she said, backing away from him.

"It's harmless, Joanne. Don't panic about it … its just a little battery toy. Sort of a vibrator. We're going to be a while having dinner, I'd just like to have you staying aroused until we can go to bed together."

He stood close to her, his hand still trapped by the thong that she had drawn back into position. She looked into his eyes, and was apprehensive. "It's okay, really!" he reassured her again.

Joanne felt his fingers slowly withdrawing, leaving a plastic object within her thong. His hands pushed hers aside and he grasped the two sides of the thong and hitched it up high and tight. She felt the object press against her mound. "I want you to leave it there, babe," he told her.

"Well alright!" she nodded apprehensively. "But what's it for?"

Robert reached his hand back into his pocket and she felt the object spring into action right up against her hooded clit. Her legs buckled slightly, but she managed to stay standing. "Oh shit, what's that?"

The tingling sensation in her crotch lasted barely five seconds.

"I told you, just a little something to get you ready for me."

"Oh, no way, I'm not wearing that right through dinner."

"Joanne, you will wear that, and I'll be giving you a little wake-up call whenever I feel like it. Now pull your dress back down and let's get back to the dining room before we're missed. You go first."

Joanne wanted to debate the wearing of the vibrator with him, but she could see how determined he appeared. She knew he wasn't about to change his mind. She grabbed the hem of her dress and wriggled it back down over her hips and thighs.

Joanne rejoined Adam and Jane and she was amused to find them engaging in some meaningless conversation. Robert took the circuitous route back through the kitchen and reappeared carrying some plates, making it look as if he had been out helping Maria the whole time.

All four of them enjoyed three courses over a two-hour period. Only Adam and Jane drank the wine while both Robert and Joanne were very circumspect, each slowly sipping water.

The dinner conversation was very general and cordial, even humorous at times. No mention was made of why Joanne was here. Outwardly, it appeared like a standard dinner party. Adam and Joanne were wondering whether Jane even knew what was to occur shortly.

Robert turned the dial on his little plastic toy quite frequently, much to Joanne's annoyance, each hit giving her cunt a decided buzz, too quiet to attract attention. Some were just for a few seconds and seemed to go unnoticed by Adam and Jane, but on one occasion, just as Maria was serving the desserts, Robert wound the dial up high and left it there. The pressure on Joanne's mound from the vibrations started the moisture flowing, seemingly spreading her lips and bringing her clit to the surface.

It went on so long, she began to make faces at Robert, who just smirked back at her. Fortunately, Adam and Jane were in lengthy conversation with Maria about the dessert and seemed oblivious to Joanne's predicament. As the arousal continued, her breathing shortened and became heavier … she was certain that she would soon come, right there at the table. Joanne was embarrassed, she usually had such noisy orgasms.

Her whole lower body and thighs were trembling from the good vibes. Joanne could sense that Adam and Jane's conversation with Maria was about at an end and an orgasm appeared inevitable for her. Robert's timing was impeccable, he switched the vibe off just before Joanne reached the point of no return and she was left with her pelvis thrusting forward, her whole body craving a release.

Jane turned to Joanne, "Are you feeling alright dear? You appear to be sweating … and you do look quite flushed."

"I think it's just a bit warm in here," answered Joanne, turning from Jane to Robert to frown in his direction.

He never gave her another long burst like that one, but he did resume the short sharp 5-second buzzes, just to keep her on edge. By the end of dinner, Joanne's whole body was bubbling in an extremely high state of arousal. Where before she had been apprehensive about this night, now she was almost looking forward to being with Robert, if only to satisfy the sensual cravings his little toy had created in her cunt.

When all of the eating was over, the four of them retired to the deck to drink their coffees while they took in the view of the moonlight over the lake. Joanne walked over to the railing and placed her coffee down on the wide capping that topped the railing. Robert followed her across the wide expanse of deck and ignoring their respective spouses, she felt him press his body up against her back, his arms folding around to hug her.

"What about your wife?" Joanne thought she had whispered, intending the words only for Robert. She was surprised when Jane responded from the doorway, across the width of the deck.

"You don't need to worry about me, Joanne. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. To answer the question that you just asked my husband and to put your mind at rest, I know why you're here and I am perfectly comfortable with it. Robert and I have a very open marriage. I won't be in your way tonight and no need to fear being caught up in some weird menage a trois. You see, when Robert is entertaining a young woman, I stay downstairs in one of the guest bedrooms. It's quite comfortable there and I can't hear anything, so you can be as vocal as you want. Robert does like his women to be vocal."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I was just a bit surprised."

"Quite natural, my dear. That's okay, I can clearly see why Robert would want to have you to himself. You are indeed a very beautiful young woman and my husband is going to be a very fortunate man tonight. I am sure that you will both enjoy yourselves. He is a wonderful lover with great endurance. He can teach you a lot." 

Jane turned to Adam. "I hope that you will be okay with this, Adam. You seem to be a very nice young man and I have no doubt that at this stage you would be feeling quite left out. It's just one night, you will have her back tomorrow and your marriage will probably be richer for what she will learn from Robert."

Jane fondly touched Adam on the arm. "If you will all excuse me, I will take my leave. I hope you all have a good night." She turned and disappeared through the patio door, leaving Adam and Joanne stunned.

Joanne couldn't turn around to verify Jane's departure, she was pressed against the railing by Robert's body and she could feel that he was now highly aroused, his erection fitting perfectly in the ridge between her arse cheeks. His hands came up to her breasts, one on each, fondling her through the thin material of her dress. Again, she was self conscious that her husband was left standing alone to watch this intimacy.

She managed to half turn her head toward Robert and whispered, "Should Adam go home now, he probably doesn't know what to do. And from what your hands are doing to me and with the feel of you against my arse, I expect that things are about to get very serious between us."

"My lovely Joanne, you are right about us … we are about to get to know each other very intimately. But my dear … no, Adam will be staying for awhile."

"Why … for how long?"

"Until he's watched our first fuck together."

"What … why … we didn't know about this. I don't think that's fair. This is hard enough for him to manage without humiliating him. What kind of man are you?"

"I am a man who is about to satisfy his lust for the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. But as for your husband, that's just the way it is, Joanne. Only by Adam watching the two of us going at it, will he truly know the value of what he has given me tonight."

"I think you're terribly cruel!"

"Be that as it may, my dear. That is what will happen. Now, it is already past ten, I think that we might begin. What do you say?"

"I'd say that I'd like you to let my husband go now." Joanne's voice was firm.

"I am sorry, can't be done. You are in my house and you are playing by my rules."

With that, Robert pulled away from her body, releasing her to move away from the railing, but immediately taking her hand and leading her back into the house past her husband. "Come with us, Adam," he commanded.

Adam meekly and dutifully followed the pair as Robert steered Joanne to the stairs, his arm possessively and tightly around her waist. They climbed up a flight to the master bedroom with Adam following about three steps behind the couple. He couldn't help but admire his wife's arse in the tight fitting dress, despite the circumstances of the evening that seemed to be about to make him an observer.

The master bedroom was a magnificent room, also opening out through sliding doors to an outside deck overlooking the lake. The bed was the centrepiece and it was round. Furniture was sparse, but a standard upright chair had been placed in the middle of the room facing the bed and just a metre (three feet) from it.

Robert led Joanne to the bed, calling back to Adam, "Take a seat, Adam." Robert motioned with his head toward the lone chair. "I want you to stay for awhile. I think you'll find the next hour quite entertaining."

Adam silently walked to the chair and sat down as Robert stepped in front of Joanne. She had turned around when she reached the edge of the bed and she stood, her back to it, looking quite nervous and casting frequent glances sideways toward her husband, seated not more than 6 feet away from where she stood. 'I wish I'd had a second strong drink,' she thought. 'So I could be as unaccountable as I was last weekend.'

Robert reached around Joanne to the back of her neck and she heard the zip sliding down, the front of the tight deep blue dress loosening as it fell forward. "Could you take my trousers off please, Joanne."

It all seemed rather clinical as her hands came up and fumbled with his belt while his hands now pulled the dress forward off her breasts. She released his belt and her arms drew up self consciously to partially cover her now exposed orbs. The dress now bunched at her waist as he pulled her arms away from her breasts and placed her hands back at the waist of his trousers. Obediently, she pulled down the zipper on his fly with only her fingers, trying to avoid the back of her hand rubbing against his still clothed cock that she knew was already erect.

With his belt undone and the waist unclasped, his trousers fell in a pool around his ankles. The bottom of his shirt barely covered his tenting underpants. Robert pushed her tight dress over her hips and it too fell in a pool at her feet.

Robert took a step back to admire what he had just revealed, kicking his trousers off his feet as he did. She stood straight in high heels, proud of her young and shapely body. Although just a trifle nervous, she was all to well aware of the impact her body would be having on both men. She still wore a two-tone black and grey half-cup bra that pushed her breasts up firmly, plus a thong, stockings, suspender belt and high-heeled shoes. The high heels accentuated her long legs and prompted her arse to curve magnificently. Her husband excitedly watched her in profile.

Robert reached out and touched her bra. "Please take it off!" was all he said and her hands reached behind her back to unclasp it. Her hands then moved to hold each cup, easing them gently off her sensitive breasts before casting the bra to the floor. Robert reached out and ran his fingers down the gentle slope of her breast, stroking softly all the way to where the slope curved up like a ski jump to end in her rigid nipple.

He repeated the manoeuvre on her other breast. "Perfect … they are perfect. I knew they would be. Everything about you is perfect." Turning to Adam, he said, "You are one lucky son of a bitch. To have this with you every night." Robert waved his hand in a salute. "I thank you, Adam, you are a generous man."

Humbled by Robert's praise of her and pleased that he had at last acknowledged her husband's generosity in allowing this to happen, Joanne smiled and lifted one hand to affectionately run it over Robert's cheek. It was an unusual sign of affection to a man that had forced her to be here in this way tonight, about to give herself freely to him. 

Her body shivered self-consciously and she whispered to Robert, hoping her husband would not hear. "I'm still very nervous, I only had one stiff drink … perhaps I should have had two. It might calm me down if you could kiss me again please … the way you did at the front door when we arrived." She couldn't believe that she had uttered those words … she was taking the initiative.

Robert stepped close to her again and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her to him as his face descended and his mouth opened to kiss hers, once more with passion. Again, there were duelling tongues and she didn't hold back, her lips and tongue responding enthusiastically, Joanne unconsciously bringing one arm up to affectionately drape her hand around his neck.

The kiss was another marathon and when it ended after perhaps two, maybe three minutes, her breathing was fast and her face was flushed. "Do you feel better?" he enquired.

"Much!" was all she could say as her arm remained locked around his neck, keeping him close to her.

"I think you might be ready?"

She never verbally responded, just blinked her eyes demurely and nodded her head slowly in agreement, her head turning to ashamedly steal a glance at Adam, looking to judge his reaction. When Joanne wouldn't look away from him, Adam resignedly nodded his silent okay.

Robert took the hand that was hanging by her side and led her to kneel on the bed. "Get in the middle," was his only instruction.

She slipped her high heels off and the pool of material that was her dress and did as he commanded, shuffling on her knees to the centre of the round bed from where she stopped to look back at Robert. He just stared at her retreating figure on hands and knees, mesmerised by the sight of her compact arse, the cheeks split by the thin strand of satin that barely concealed her anus and cunt. 

For a moment or two, she almost seemed to be posing that way in the middle of the bed, allowing Robert – and Adam – to take a good long look, then she let her body flop down flat on the bed and rolled over onto her back, raising her knees. Robert knelt on the bed and then did as she did, crawling on his knees across the wide bed to Joanne. When he reached her, he placed a hand on each raised knee and pushed them apart and she spread her feet well apart too. 

All the time, she took regular furtive sideways glances at Adam, who sat silently in the chair, watching the scenario unfolding before him. The bed, being round, had no head and no foot, so Robert had placed Adam's chair at a point furthest away from the wall. When Joanne crawled across the bed and lay down in the middle, her body was parallel to the wall, as if she was lying across the bed if it had been a conventional one. Therefore, she lay side-on in profile To Adam.

Robert knelt upright in front of her widely spread legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, then peeling it off to reveal to her a dominant spread of dark hair on his chest. Only his underpants remained, tented by his erection. He put his hands in the waistband and drew them down over his cock, revealing his hard-on to Joanne – and to the watching Adam – for the first time. Robert lifted each knee, one by one, to get his underpants off his legs.

Joanne had been anxious to know what Robert's cock would be like … size, colour, texture. As she gazed down between her raised legs, all the answers were revealed. The biggest difference was that his cock was circumcised, she had never experienced one like that before. She was pleased that his size was not a lot different from Adam's … and she knew that Adam would also be happy that this man would not be carving out a wider path within her.

Robert bent his head forward bringing his face in close between her spread knees, then his head turned and he first licked, then kissed her inner thigh through her stocking on her right leg, working his way up her thigh toward the best part. As he neared the top of her thigh, his lips moved on to the bare skin above her stocking top. An inch from her mound, he switched to the other leg, starting just beyond her knee, again on her stocking, licking, then kissing his way up her inner thigh. Joanne closed her eyes to shut out her sight of her husband watching her. She also moaned quietly.

Robert, on his knees between her thighs, shuffled closer, his hands reaching up to her waist to grasp her thong and he pulled it down. She helpfully raised her arse to release it … Adam saw the little vibrator disc fall to the bed and wondered what it was. When Robert had pulled her thong clear of her legs, he grasped the skimpy garment in his palm, feeling how wet it was. "You have soaked this through. Fuck me, you are some kind of horny lady."

"If I am, then it was helped along by that damn thing you put in my thong," she reminded him.

She had opened her eyes and was smiling down at him … he smiled back. She watched with surprise as he lowered his head into the gap between her thighs and his mouth zeroed in on her mound. His lips parted and she felt the swipe of his tongue at her cunt from bottom to top, licking up her juices, the tongue stroke just barely reaching her clitoris before it withdrew and went back for a second swipe.

He licked at her cunt again and again, each stroke of his tongue now lingering briefly at her clit before beginning the next swipe. Her breathing quickened, escaping her lips in gasps as her hands reached down between her legs and her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling his head and in turn, his mouth, hard onto her pubic mound. She let out a guttural keening sound, "Uuunnnnhhhh!"

Robert was now unable to pull back for each new licking stroke because she gripped his head so tightly to her … her thighs were locked around his ears. He formed an 'O' with his lips and closed them over her budding clit … sucking on it to draw it up hard and erect in his mouth while the tip of his tongue licked it gently.

"Oh God … yes!" she screamed as she felt the throbbing begin deep inside, rapidly rising to the surface. She knew that she was now seconds away from a pulsing climax and she wantonly thrust her pelvis up greedily at his enveloping mouth as her orgasm hit. "Unnnhhh … unnnhhh! Oh yes … yes … unnnhhh!" 

She took her whole body weight on her shoulders and feet as her back arched up clear of the bed … her arse suspended two feet up, his head wedged firmly in a vice-like hold between her thighs that continued to grip him … his mouth mashed against her throbbing, pulsing clitoris as her whole lower body spasmed.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 02



Robert's head and upper body were taken on a wild ride by her pelvis as it shook and quivered … his mouth clung to her clitoris, sucked in between his lips as he felt the ongoing spasms rocking her lower body. Adam shifted uneasily in his seat, his hand surreptitiously dropping to his groin to shift his now large, stiff erection around in his pants, attempting to ease his discomfort. 

Joanne moaned deliriously, her arse dropping back to the bed and her body rolling around, her thighs and hands now relaxing their grip on his head, allowing Robert to ease back, letting her clit pop from his mouth. The pulsing was lessening. 

She opened her eyes and looked up at Robert, who was still kneeling between her spread thighs. "Wonderful … that was wonderful … God, after your friggin' vibrator, I really needed that release!" she told him softly, intending it only for his ears, but Adam was near enough to hear her too. "So quick, I can't believe I came so quickly!"

"We've only just begun, my sweet. That was the first of many, consider it just an appetiser for you." Then, turning around to look at Adam, Robert asked, "Did you enjoy that, Adam? Did that ring your bells too?"

Joanne frowned at Robert. "Please don't! Don't spoil it! Don't talk to him like that! Just leave him alone … he shouldn't really be here now … you could have let him go home."

Robert smiled back down at her, with no acknowledgment of her latest plea on Adam's behalf. Then he then placed his hands on her stockinged knees and pushed them back together, moving his body up to lay alongside her. He reached out and his fingers lazily roamed lightly over both breasts, teasing in circles around each nipple without making direct contact. Joanne's breath caught in her throat at his gentle caress and she gasped out loud from the tingling sensations.

"Fantastic, your luscious body is so sensitive to my touch." Robert raised his head and rested it on his bent arm, watching her shiver under the sensations caused by his fingers on the bare skin of her milky breasts. He leaned over her and tongued one extended nipple into his mouth, sucking long and hard on it, and then lightly biting her until she cried out in pleasure/pain.

He worked first one, and then the other nipple the same way and her breathing increased again. His fingers trailed lower, passing over her indented navel and her garter belt, continuing on to play with her fine pubic hair. Her thighs fell open as if on demand and without protest, then one of her hands raised up to stroke his hair affectionately. Realising what she was doing, she stole a glance at her husband, embarrassed at how much affection she was showing Robert.

Adam just sat impassively watching her, his hands together in his lap. Joanne felt Robert's fingers sliding along the lips of her cunt and in a spontaneous sign of acceptance she spread her thighs further apart. But his fingers didn't stop at her cunt, they kept on going, stroking on down her inner thigh, stopping at her stocking top.

"Roll over!" he commanded her and she willingly complied, lying face down on the bed with her head turned to the right so she could see her husband sitting in the chair, just beyond the edge of the round bed. Joanne felt the soft fingers touch the back of her thigh at her stocking top, then start upward, coming to the point where the round cheek of her arse began, rising up from the top of her thigh. The fingers trailed across the smooth skin of her arse cheeks and she shivered again at his sensual touch.

After making a soft pass over each cheek, his fingers slipped to the cleft formed by the juncture of the top of her arse cheeks and her back and he traced down her arse cleavage. Nervously, she clamped her cheeks tightly together at his fingers' feather-light touch. 

"Don't!" he told her and she momentarily closed her eyes, forcing herself to relax her arse, thus allowing his fingers to resume delving into her arse cleavage. She felt his other hand pulling one leg away from the other, causing her cheeks to spread further apart. She was apprehensive, knowing that the spreading of her legs would expose her whole public region to his gaze and his fingers. He pushed his fingers deeper and they reached her anal ring and she tensed again, unaccustomed to being touched there in such an intimate way.

"No," she whispered, it was loud enough for both men to hear her.

"Yes!" he told her and she felt his firm hand on the back of her thigh, pushing her legs still further apart, her arse cheeks now spread so wide that her anus was completely exposed to his view. "That's better!"

"No, please!" she begged. "I don't like being touched there."

"Did you wash yourself thoroughly down there tonight?"

"Yes!" she whispered, embarrassed at having to say.

"Then it shouldn't matter."

"I just don't like it. Even though I had a bath, it still seems dirty!"

"You will learn to like it! I have to have all of you … and I will - before you go home tomorrow."

His finger lightly circled the wrinkled rim of her anus and she tensed again, but not enough to repel his finger. "We'll come back to your gorgeous arse later tonight." She felt apprehension at his suggestion that his fingers – and maybe even more of him – would be back at her arse before this night was over.

She was jolted back to reality when she felt his moist lips touch the inside curve of her buttock and she tensed again at his mouth being so close to her anus. His tongue slipped out, licking her, then turning it into a kiss which became quite firm and she thought that he may have given her a love bite on the inner cheek of her arse.

"Okay, you can roll back over now," he said and she did, thankful that her arse had a reprieve. Once more, she checked the face of her husband as she lay on her back on the bed and Robert rose above her, his body at her waist and to one side. "Touch me, Joanne" he commanded and she reached out one hand and stroked her fingers along his stretched hard-on, pointing straight out. His cock was circumcised, it seemed very smooth … it was the first that she had seen up close – and touched – without an overhanging foreskin. 

"Does it meet with your approval?" Robert asked as she tested its girth by forming an O with her fingers and running up and down his length.

She smiled at him. "I think so, can I tell you in a little while."

"You are a cheeky little minx. I thought that you'd be a shy one, but you are hot for it."

"No I'm not," she told him, glancing anxiously at Adam, concerned that her husband may feel let down by her eagerness to please Robert. "It's just that I haven't seen a smooth one like this before."

She continued to stroke Robert's shaft. 

"So how does it measure up?" he asked her, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the soft caress of her fingers on his cock.

"I wasn't comparing size … only the type."

"Yes you were … so is it bigger – or wider - than his?"

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Well, well, aren't you a touchy one, eh?"

Joanne's attention had been on her fingers caressing Robert's cock, so it was a surprise when she suddenly felt his fingers sliding along her moist vaginal split, separating the lips of her labia. She was still wet from his tonguing of her, so when he pushed one finger into the opening of her cunt, it slipped in easily and it stroked the upper inside, searching out her g-spot. The intruding digit had taken her by surprise and her body arced in her pursuit of pleasure and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Robert gathered up some juices from within her slippery cunt and lathered his fingers that slipped back out of her cunt and next slid up to urge her clitoris to reappear. It did so quickly and he rolled three of his fingers over and around the little nub, drawing out throaty groans from the naked woman writhing in front of Robert on his bed. 

His head lowered over one breast and his lips, tongue and teeth attacked her nipple and areolae with gusto while the clutch of three fingers seemed intent on an unrelenting assault on her defenceless clitoris. His fingers seemed to be on a mission and they quickly moved into overdrive, swirling around and over her erect button.

The two pronged attack produced a predictable response, her breathing became gasping, staccato grunts as another orgasm built quickly from deep in her body … her torso writhing under his ministrations as Robert showed both Joanne and Adam how masterfully he could control her passion.

She gave up her release in a screaming, gasping, panting explosion that saw her lower body raise itself off the bed, anxious to not lose contact with his fingers at her clit and his mouth at her breast. Until her spasms eventually faded and her body fell back flat on the bed … sweat beading on her forehead.

When her body was still again, Robert kneeled beside her, gazing down at her beauty, her flowing red hair framing her head that lay on his white pillow. "How was that?" he enquired.

She seemed thoughtful before answering. "I don't know if there is a word to describe it… maybe awesome … definitely more than wow!" Her hand lifted to again stroke his solid erection.

"Was it better than when I went down on you?"

Again, she paused to think before answering. "I think so! Only because the pleasure was in two places at once this time." Her whole body shivered, probably an after-shock. "It was so intense … I can't believe that I could come so heavily that way … twice!"

"If my tongue and my finger can bring such a response from your body, imagine what's going to happen to your body now."

Robert moved down the bed, disengaging her hand from his erection and he grasped an ankle in each hand and pulled her legs wide apart again, shifting across to kneel between her thighs, his frame towering above her. She sensed that the moment of truth had arrived. For the first time in her marriage, she was about to give her body to a man other than her husband … but in full view of her husband. Even with her husband's approval, albeit reluctant.

She braced herself on the bed, unsure of how demanding a lover he would be and she raised her knees again. It had been at least nine years since any other man had entered her body … and that was such a failed encounter that it didn't really count. Joanne had met Adam at college when she was nineteen and they had been a couple ever since, marrying two years ago.

Robert lowered his body over hers, fitting his torso between her raised knees, dropping his erect cock closer until it hovered at her cunt, just barely touching her entrance. As she felt his cock's light touch, her pelvis shifted up, indicating her eagerness for contact.

His face hovered over hers, his eyes watching hers, his mouth slowly descending to kiss her yet again. She opened her mouth early to accept his tongue, revelling in the way his lips made her feel. There was passion in it, but it was only a brief kiss before Robert dipped his head down and his mouth again found one of her nipples and he sucked on it fully, arousing a passionate groan to slip from her lips.

Robert switched to her other breast and suckled that nipple too, drawing it out to full extension. Adam watched his wife from his lone chair in the middle of the room … she was a picture of sublime beauty, laying on her back in the middle of the bed, her knees raised. Her perfect breasts looked good and firm, even laying on her back, and both nipples stood proudly erect, pointing at the ceiling.

She felt Robert's erect cock brush against her very wet slit and she thrust her cunt forward again, trying to ensnare his cock into her moist passage, but Robert pulled back, managing to avoid the supreme connection they both anticipated. She whimpered aloud, the passionate sound expressing her frustration and need to him, her eyes looking up into his, imploring him to mate with her. Fortunately from where he sat, Adam could not see the carnal desire in her pleading eyes.

Joanne accepted that it was useless for her to try to dictate the timing of his entry into her. This was his game and he wasn't about to relinquish control to her. Joanne gave up and let her body relax back onto the bed, waiting for Robert to make his move.

Just as she relaxed, he caught her off-guard as she felt his cock shove forward and gently nudge the head into her passage. The coupling had begun and she answered by lifting her arse momentarily up off the bed, thrusting her pelvis up at him, her cunt lips locking on the knob of his cock and she tightened the muscles of her cunt to secure a hold on him.

"Fill me!" she tried to whisper. He had aroused her to a fever pitch in such a short time, needing his body so desperately but not wanting her husband to hear her wanton desire.

Robert spoke louder than she, "What do you want, Joanne? Tell me!"

She looked up into his eyes, her need evident to him. "Fill me up!" she whispered again.

"Say it loud!"

"No!"

"I want to hear how much you want me."

His cock head was wedged just inside her cunt, teasing her, arousing her deep-seated passion, causing her to push her cunt at him, trying to impale his cock beyond the short one-inch he had so far given her.

With her own arse back flat on the bed, she lifted her feet up and locked her ankles behind his arse, her heels digging into his cheeks, attempting to push him into her. Her arms wrapped around his back, hugging him to her. The squeezing of her cunt muscles was maddening to him, teasing him to give her more.

"Please! I want you inside me!" she begged. This time it was loud enough for Adam to hear her too.

Her arse was now hovering just above the sheet, her body hanging below his, held there by her legs and arms, wrapped around his body, only one inch of his cock embedded in her cunt. Without warning, Robert shoved his cock forward, pushing it steadily all the way into her cunt in one slick continuous movement. There was momentary pain from his sudden continuous invasion and she screamed out, "Unnnhhh! Oh dear God, yes, do it!"

His hard cock bottomed out inside her, paused for her to experience the complete fullness of him within her, then he drew it back, sliding it out right to her exit point before reversing direction and plowing his erection all the way back into her depths. She was being driven along on a wild and furious ride, her arse back flat on the bed, driven down hard with every inward thrust of his hard cock. 

Again and again, his shaft penetrated her passage, driving into her without care for her readiness, yet not encountering any resistance on her part. Joanne loved it, so much more animalistic than sex with her husband had ever been. She embraced Robert's body warmly and clung to him as he continued to drive his cock relentlessly into her supple body.

Minutes went by and she adjusted her body several times to cope with his angle of entry and the force of his thrusts. She felt her body melting inside, responding to him and she welcomed the pounding of his cock that was provoking her to a welcome release. She had long forgotten that her husband was curiously watching her wanton surrender, this wild and violent ride was only about Robert and Joanne. 

As the wave began beneath her cunt and rolled inexorably to climax in a pounding, throbbing, noisy orgasm, she cried out between quick gasping breaths. "Unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … oh yes, I'm there … unnhh … unnhh … oh, it's so good!

Joanne relaxed every muscle and allowed her body to enjoy the ride. Her lover smiled broadly and confidently as he gazed down at her face … proud of his ability to sexually satisfy women … Joanne was proving to be no exception … another notch in his belt.

Robert never even paused to give her time to savour her intense release, never missed a stroke, he just went on pounding his cock into her cunt. Now, he closed his eyes to better concentrate on not losing his control. Its not like he didn't know Joanne was climaxing … her breathing was short, sharp and loud and her pulsing movements were wild.

After sucking her to her first orgasm and fingering her to her second, there had been a long gap before his driving fuck brought the third. But now, her fourth came so quickly upon the preceding one that she barely noticed where one finished and the next one started. The telltale sound of Joanne gasping and panting and eventually shamelessly calling out, "Oh Robert, fuck me!" filled the vast room.

Robert never paused, he was showing no sign of wilting. Joanne had no idea how long this marathon of lovemaking had been going on in her body, she just knew it was longer than she had ever experienced before. Strangely, Adam had looked at his watch when he saw Robert first shove his hard cock into Joanne, so he was well aware that the couple on the bed had just passed the 15 minute mark and were showing no signs of ending it.

Adam wondered how long his wife could endure the pounding of Robert's cock into her cunt … like a piston in an engine. The boss was so mechanical, running at about 30 thrusts per minute. Joanne was hanging on to Robert's body, being dragged along a path of rolling and continuous satisfaction. She was beginning to wonder whether this session was ever going to end. Through hazy eyes, she stole a sympathetic glance sideways toward her husband sitting alone on the chair, watching, and was shocked to see him holding his hard cock in his fist, pumping it furiously in search of his release.

Drawing her attention back away from her husband, Robert's lips sought out Joanne's again and he secured his mouth to hers, his tongue exploring within hers, stirring this passionate woman still further. She felt the signs of yet another orgasm building and wondered how it could be possible. Her lips broke the kiss to implore him. "Please Robert, just come now, come with me … I've got nothing left … I can't come any more."

"Of course you can, your beautiful body is full of orgasms" he commanded and demonstrated perfectly by increasing the pace of his thrusts. That was all she would need to trigger her biggest explosion yet. Her pelvis humped up at him, her cunt tempting him to deliver his seed into her.

"No, not yet!" he screamed out desperately. "I don't want to come yet!" he added as Joanne felt the all too familiar signs of a man's impending release, his movements quickening but with shorter thrusts. Robert was losing control to the woman beneath him whose cunt gripped his pistoning cock in a velvety glove.

"Fill me up … n-o-w," she gasped to him quietly, not wanting Adam to hear the passion and lust in her voice.

And he did, Robert's cock spewed forth its rich creamy fluid, depositing it deep inside her cunt, the spasming release triggering another minor tremor in her loins. Together, their bodies jerked and spasmed around the tight coupling of his cock in her cunt. Joanne slumped back into the bed, Robert falling heavily on top of her, squashing her body flat as his cock pulsed within her, completing the pumping of his last drops into her receptive cunt.

The room was at last silent. Adam had easily managed to beat his hard cock to a satisfactory release, driven to it by watching the spectacle of his beautiful wife giving herself fully and shamelessly to Robert.

Despite her slender but curvaceous body being flattened by Robert's weight, the two of them on the big round bed slumbered for nearly an hour. The whole time, Adam just sat staring at the couple on the bed, mesmerised by what he had just witnessed. At college, he had once watched a couple fucking and found it quite arousing. But to sit nearby watching while your very own wife – the love of your life - so enthusiastically copulates with your boss, her cunt being plundered by this man … it was strangely awesome, somewhat painful … yet still amazingly arousing to Adam.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 02



It was somewhere around midnight when there was stirring on the bed. Robert rolled off Joanne, allowing her to breathe fully. Her first thought upon opening her eyes was of her cuckolded husband. She turned her head to see him sitting staring sadly at she and Robert, his hand still clutching his now deflated cock.

"Can Adam go now, please?" she turned to Robert, imploring him. "I think he's seen enough. In fact, he's seen more than he should have."

Robert lifted his head to look at Adam still seated facing the bed, cock still in hand and dried cum stains on his clothing. "You can go home if you want, Adam. It looks as if you may have got some satisfaction from what you saw."

Adam stood, tucked his cock back into his pants and walked to the edge of the bed. He ignored Robert and addressed his wife, "Will you be okay?"

His naked wife lay spent, much of her long flowing red hair was wet, still plastered to her forehead from the sweat and exertion of her marathon session of passion. Her body was wantonly spread across the bed, legs still wide apart from where Robert's body had lain between them while they slept … her cunt still leaking Robert's cum. She looked lovingly up at her husband, Adam hoped that the love in those eyes was for him. "Yes darling, I'm okay … and I'm sure that I'll be fine. You wait at home for me."

Robert spoke, "I'll bring her home about 3 tomorrow afternoon. Wait there for us, Adam."

Adam blew his wife a kiss and turned to leave the room. As he reached the doorway, he turned to take one last look back at his wife, her lover's hand had already claimed one breast and was fondling it, indicating that he may be about to resume his possession of Joanne. She called out to her departing husband: "I love you Adam."

Joanne lay on the bed, still exhausted despite her nap, but already enjoying the touch of her new master lover's hand on her breast, her nipple erecting under his palm. It brought back the memories of the night so far and she turned to Robert when she was comfortable that Adam had left the house, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek and telling him, "That was amazing … no … you are amazing. You just blew my mind away. I have never been loved like that before. It was so hard and furious that I should be sore, but I don't think I am." She sent two fingers down to her cunt to test.

"I'm glad you approve. Just give me a couple of minutes, the late show will be starting."

"What? You've got to be kidding. I've got nothing left, I am totally exhausted. I've never come so much either … each one seemed to roll into the next. At this moment, I am one very satisfied woman."

"I'm glad … but what did you think happens next? I told you not to expect to sleep tonight. I'm only just getting started."

"How could you stay up for so long?"

"Just something I've worked on most of my life. A long while ago, I decided that making love to women was going to be my number two priority in life … making a heap of money has always been number one for me."

"Well, you have obviously mastered it, I never knew that any man could go on that long."

"Thank you! I'm beginning to think that you have led a sheltered sex life with Adam. I can see a very sensual woman emerging."

Joanne rolled against his warm body and cradled her head into his armpit. She lay still for a while, her eyes looking along his body. She could not believe the reaction in herself. She expected that she would come to this house, into this man's arms only to fulfil an obligation to help her husband's career. Along the way, she thought that she might get to compare how another man makes love to a woman, not having experienced anyone else.

But from the moment that Robert had kissed her at the front door, she had been strangely drawn to this man. After the episode with the vibrator in her panties at the dinner table, by the time she reached his bed she knew that she wanted to experience everything he could give her. Maybe Robert's wife's words about learning from him had influenced her. Whatever it was, she had loved every moment so far. Now that Adam had gone home, Joanne felt more comfortable in letting Robert have her whenever he wanted until she returned to her husband on Saturday afternoon.

Nestled against his warm shoulder, her eyes looking down his body detected some movement in his cock. She lifted her arm and placed her hand over the object of her interest. At her touch, there was an immediate reaction within his cock. It began to stiffen, prompting Joanne to give it some help, stroking her hand tenderly along his shaft. It took just a couple of minutes to become semi-hard. "Ummm, I like what's happening!" she told him, lifting her head to look at his face.

"I like too, you gorgeous woman. You are making all the right moves."

Joanne continued to rub her fingers gently over his cock and it just kept growing. When she had it back to a full-blown erection, she smiled at him and let out a mischievous giggle. Then she raised herself up, throwing one leg across his body to straddle him, not sitting but perching with her cunt just above his proud boner. Her thighs tucked in against his body on either side of his hips, her knees bent with her feet tucked back beside his thighs.

Fixing her eyes on his, a smile on her face, she lowered her body slowly above his until she felt the knob of his cock nudging her spread labia lips, the entrance to her cunt still needing some juice. Several quick strokes along his shaft brought forth the juice that her body needed and now his cock, slick with juices from both of them, was slicing along her pink slit.

Sliding her moist open slit along his shaft, Joanne felt Robert's fingers at the entrance to her cunt, adjusting the position of his cock and spreading her cunt lips. Then on her next stroke, she realised he had tucked his cock head into the slot that was the opening to her cunt. Switching from sliding along his knob, Joanne stilled her movements and instead pushed her body down hard over his cock, the move welcoming his hard knob into her cunt.

"Aaaahhhh!" she gasped at the feel of his hard cockhead probing into her depths. She pushed her body down on his again and was rewarded when his shaft penetrated half its length into her. "Oh God, that feels incredible!"

"You are all grown up now, Joanne … this one is your game to play. I'm just gonna lie here and enjoy the feel of your body!"

"You lazy man," she said, giggling as she pressed her body down harder on to him, the velvety lining of her cunt totally enveloping his entire shaft and she let out an expressive sigh of delight.

She was now sitting upright, her arms forward, her hands on his chest, steadying herself as she was held upright in a sitting position on his body by six inches of solid cock wedged tightly up her cunt. Using her hands to help push, her thigh muscles tensed and Joanne raised her body upward until only his cock head was all that remained still tucked inside her.

She smiled down at Robert with surprising affection, inquiring "Does that feel nice?" before letting her body slide back down his hard shaft, slickened by her juices.

"Feels fuckin' great!" he told her expressively, his eyes half closing in lust, as his cock bottomed out inside her cunt. She paused only long enough to savour the wonderful sensations of being filled by his cock again before pushing her body up and almost clear off him. So the pattern was set with Joanne setting the pace. She maintained long slow up and down movements of her body on his shaft.

She was in no hurry, her movements were slow and deliberate and through the thin membranes within her cunt, she felt every fibre of his hard cock, filling every inch of space inside her, then slipping out as she lifted her body, only to plunge back down over him.

Her pace may have been slow, each drive of his cock probing so deep into her cunt, but it was only a quarter of the speed of when Robert was on top. But her body's throbbing reaction to the physical sensations of his cock inside her were coming just as quickly as it had been the first time when Robert was calling the shots. She would only have been a few minutes into this slow second fuck when she already felt the pulsing from deep within her, signalling yet another orgasm coming.

The excitement of another sensual release spurred Joanne on to put a stronger effort into each stroke, trying futilely to seduce her new lover into joining her in a rapturous climax. Robert would have none of that as he lay passive beneath her, allowing her to make the running and minimising the stimulation on the sensitive spots on his shaft. He smiled back up at her, silently acknowledging that he knew what she was trying to do.

Her breathing was now in short staccato bursts, and so was her voice. "Come … with me … please come, Robert!"

"Too soon for me, babe! We've only just begun, but that's okay, just let yourself go!"

Joanne tried to keep her eyes open to watch him, but the sensational feelings within her cunt and the emotion of yet another crashing finish forced her eyes shut as her upper body tumbled forward on to his chest. "Unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … unnhh!"

But it wasn't the climax of this session … for either of them. She had orgasmed in another thundering release, but he was still solid and in for the long haul while she selfishly wanted more … and more. After just a couple of minute's rest, she pushed her upper body upright again, her hands out in front of her, lightly touching his chest. She resumed her up and down movements over his cock.

Now, Robert pushed his hands down to touch her spread thighs, wrapped on the outside of his hips. His fingers gently traced that soft sensitive part of her inner thigh, just where it meets her body. Her loins began tingling. She smiled at him, "You won't make me come again!"

"You're a certainty … I would put money on it!"

In no time, her breathing was shortening again. "No, I can't!"

"Don't fight it," Robert increased the pressure on her inner thighs, a finger on each hand stretching to lightly touch the soft sensitive skin just outside her labia as her body rose and fell rapidly over his shaft. The powerful throbbing intensified from deep within her cunt and then with very little warning, there it was again, a spasming explosion that forced her again to fall forward on to Robert's chest.

"No," she screamed as it hit. "Unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … oh my God, I can't keep doing this."

She lay longer this time, savouring every last twitch of the muscles within her cunt and he was content to just lay there, enjoying the clutch of her moist cunt tightly gripping his whole cock. Finally, she pushed her tired body back up again, the movement tightening her cunt's grip around Robert's rock-hard cock. "God, you never come, do you?"

"Are you complaining?"

"No way … just an observation."

The ritual started again. Joanne was tired now, but she was determined to draw the cum up out of this man again. After all, she was on top … she believed that she was in the position of control. Her body pushed itself into action, she drew on her pelvic exercises to try to bring on his release, but he held firm. It took a bit longer for it to happen to her this time, but as inevitably as the sun would rise in the morning, Joanne's body was soon throbbing and jerking its way to another orgasm. The muscles around her cunt gripped his cock in a vice-like hold attempting to unleash a load of cum from out of his balls.

"Give up?" Robert asked from beneath Joanne, her exhausted body flopping down upon his again.

"I think I'll have to," she conceded dreamily.

He gave a little chuckle, then she felt herself being rolled over on to her back. She opened her eyes and smiled contentedly up at Robert as he assumed his position above her, ready for more action, his cock still buried to the hilt in her cunt. Her hands slid up his arms affectionately, feeling the biceps and one hand continued on over his shoulder to cup his head in her hand. Firmly, she pulled on that hand, urging his head down to her nearest breast, where his mouth opened and his lips and tongue devoured it.

For something like a quarter hour, his hard cock never moved, never wilted, just stayed rigid, jammed into her cunt while Robert worked on both breasts until her nipples were sore and until … yes, that now all too familiar tingling and throbbing had started again deep within her cunt. "No ... please no ... just come for me ... please!"

But Robert wasn't about to come and he had masterfully brought Joanne's luscious body to the point where she was now orgasming without any movement of his cock … just from his lips and tongue working her nipples into a frenzy while his hard cock was held wedged in her cunt.

Robert allowed her time to recover from her latest release, but Joanne had no idea how many times she had come this night. When her head was clear again, she spoke to him. "I have never had multiple orgasms before. I don't know why it's happening with you."

"I bring out the best in you, babe!"

"You must!" she told him, her eyes closing dreamily to savour the moment as she clamped her vaginal muscles around his cock and lifted her tired legs to again lock over his arse, pinning his body to hers.

She felt his cock starting to move again, the first time his hard shaft had pushed in and out through her cunt since he had rolled her over onto her back some twenty minutes ago.

"Can I have a rest please?"

"No!" he answered firmly, his cock picking up the pace. Joanne didn't press it, she just settled back on the bed and allowed him to take charge again. This would turn out to be a long one. He had not expended any energy while he lay on his back with Joanne above him, so it was like he was just starting their second fuck of the night.

On the other hand, Joanne's body was exhausted. From sitting on his cock, having tried to be the dominant partner and from having had four orgasms – and that was just in this session. She had lost count the first time that he was in her.

A gradual build-up as Robert got serious about fucking her, driving each thrust hard into her cunt, only to withdraw right back until only the knob clung to her cunt lips. From his vast experience with women, he knew that he could probably get two or perhaps three more orgasms out of this woman before he would get anywhere near his climax. But he also knew that her body was tiring fast, she had not been loved a lot – or this well in the past. Her reactions indicated that she had obviously never experienced loving on this scale before.

Robert gave up trying to hold back, he plunged hard into Joanne and he allowed himself to savour the delicious feelings of the warm, soft tissue of the walls of her cunt as it rubbed the sensitive underside of his cockhead. His cock surged forward powerfully, urging his balls to release their cargo to him so that he might carry it and deposit his cum inside her cunt. Along the way, Joanne's body gave up another powerful release, exploding violently on the bed under Robert, who didn't pause this time. He just powered on to encourage his own finish to come quickly, tagging onto the end of hers, unleashing another torrent of cum into the beautiful redhead whose body responded beneath his.

"Thank God!" she screamed out when she felt his blast of warm cum filling her cunt and she tightened her legs around his butt enthusiastically, her heels kicking on his last thrusting spasms like a jockey urges a thoroughbred until she had milked him dry.

They both slept peacefully, and despite Robert's wish to continue loving her all night long, they slumbered long through the early pre-dawn hours of the morning.

There is so much more to come in this story. Robert is determined to possess her body fully, so we will need to place the next part in the Anal section before returning to Loving Wives for Part 4. Will Robert be content to have this one weekend with Joanne or does he have other plans for her? We have a long way to go in this saga.



Working For His Promotion Pt. 03



Warning: there was some cuckolding of Joanne's husband in part 2 of this story. If such activity offends, then don't read this part because it continues.

Adam has accepted a high powered executive job in a multi-national corporation based in a small mid-western town. Adam's wife Joanne is hit on by his boss, Robert at a party thrown by the boss to celebrate his wedding anniversary.

Chapter 4

The early light of dawn approaching stirred 45 year old Robert Johnson awake and for a few minutes, he was content to watch the beautiful naked red-haired woman who slept peacefully alongside him in his round bed. His cock stirred again as he studied her nude beauty before gently rolling her over onto her stomach. Her head was turned to the right away from him and the movement appeared to wake her, although he couldn't see her eyes from where he lay. Her entire back and legs were exposed to his gaze and he admired the natural curve of her body, narrowing to a tiny waist, then rising to her arse … they were two perfect globes, separated by a deep cleavage. Her arse was truly a work of art and his head moved closer to her exquisite bottom so he could better examine it.

His fingers lightly traced their way over each cheek, down to the top of her thighs, digging in softly at the junction of her legs to test for wetness at her cunt. There was some moisture, but it wasn't flowing. His fingers caressed her soft skin back up the crease of her arse and he pushed them in between her cheeks to gently fondle her anus. 

"No … please don't!" Joanne mumbled as his finger intruded in an area that she had long considered forbidden territory. 

'Her arse may be a no-go zone for her husband,' thought Robert, 'but I will not be denied!' So he kept his finger at her anus, gently rimming her. 

"I don't like that, Robert!" Joanne tried to sound firm.

"Then you'll have to start liking it … the time has come to give it up to me."

"What do you mean?" Joanne asked, fearing that she knew his answer.

"I'm about to have your arse."

Her hand reached around behind her and tried to dislodge his finger from between her cheeks. "No, I don't like that. Please stop!"

"Not until I've had you in here," he said and he pushed the tip of his finger at her sphincter to emphasise the exact spot where he intended to take her, leaving her in no doubt.

She gasped and her hand again waved helplessly above her arse, trying to make contact with his arm to push his hand away … to stop his finger probing her.

Abruptly, his finger was gone from her anus and she uttered a sigh of relief. She felt some movement on the bed and was aware that Robert had gone. But only for a moment, then she felt the bed move again and he was back. His legs straddled her and she felt his hands at her hips, pulling her abdomen upward while her head and shoulders and lower legs remained flat on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I told you, it's time for you to enjoy a new experience."

"No, please don't? We've had a wonderful time … I seem to have been on a constant high all night. I really don't want you to do anything in my arse."

"I told you that the second fuck was for you and you came heaps of times … I didn't hear you complaining then. I'd say that I made you feel pretty good. Well babe, its payback time, this one is a special for me. I'm guessing that your beautiful arse is still virginal … so the pleasure of taking your arse cherry will be all mine."

Joanne realised that he was determined to have her this way and no amount of protesting by her was going to deny him. Resigned to her fate, she allowed him to bend her legs at the knees, tucking them under her body, leaving her arse raised high and incredibly vulnerable.

His hands left her for a moment, then she felt cold liquid splashed right between her spread cheeks, landing directly onto her anus, followed by his fingers swirling around to scoop up what would turn out to be KY Jelly. One of his fingers rimmed her anus several times before she was jolted by the pressure of that finger pushing firmly against her sphincter, attempting to open up her dark hole. The finger invaded her arse, sliding the slippery gel around the rectal walls.

Joanne was amazed at how incredibly full she felt just by one of his fingers entering her and she wondered how she would cope with having his whole thick cock in there. She knew that would be his next demand. She whimpered as the finger probed her insides.

When he was satisfied that she was sufficiently lubricated, Robert withdrew his finger and for a moment, Joanne felt nothing more because out of her sight, above her back, he concentrated on lathering the gel all over his cock. She tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, wondering why she had been left in this position with no contact.

"Just lathering up my cock, babe. Gotta make sure it will slide very easily right up your arse. You've been a good girl tonight, so I don't want to hurt you more than I have to, to get it in. I'm going to have you like this and then I want you to do it for Adam when you get home. Give him a real treat. We men love it, it's so tight in there … gives great friction."

Joanne gasped at the sudden touch of something big and hard right on her stretched anal ring. She knew it was obviously his stiff cock, but the feel of its size on this tiny entry hole frightened her. Her body instinctively pulled away from the intruder and her anus tensed shut.

Robert's hand grasped her hips and pulled her body back onto his hard-on and it stabbed at her clenched arsehole. She screamed out, "Uunnnhhhhh! No!"

"Relax babe, you're gonna have to relax or I'm going to hurt you."

"It's going to hurt anyway … I just know it!" she whimpered.

"Don't be stupid, Joanne. I am going to do this, so just be grown up about it. Take a deep breath, relax all the muscles around your arse and it will slide in."

She had begun to hyperventilate when she felt his cock stabbing at her anus. Now she tried to comply. She slowed her breathing down, taking long deep breaths and relaxed her whole lower body.

"That's better babe. Now this is just the head of my cock, that's all. So just stay relaxed."

Joanne felt the hard knob of his cock nudge her anal ring again, putting intense pressure on her sphincter and she urged herself to stay calm. Robert had a great view, looking down from above her split arse. He could watch as his shaft had buckled when the cock head met her initial tight resistance. But now he could see his second attempt succeeding as her wrinkled ring began to open up under renewed pressure and the knob of his cock disappeared from his view, the anal ring snapping shut over the ridge behind his cock head.

She let out another scream, shorter, but her body didn't try to pull away.

"Hey babe, that's great! I'm in, can you feel it? Are you okay?"

"Uummmm!" was all she could manage as her body adjusted to her anus being stretched by this large object, something entering her instead of coming out. He held her firmly by the hips, allowing her time to adjust to this new experience.

"Hey babe, you know what we should do? We should share this moment with Adam. What about you call him up and tell him where my cock is now."

Joanne froze. Who was this man, why did he have such a cruel streak about him. He had already humiliated his new marketing manager last night, having stolen his wife for the night and having made him sit and watch their first fuck together. Now he was suggesting waking him at 6am to have him listen over the phone to his wife being fucked up the arse for the first time.

"You are a sicko!" Joanne snarled at Robert. That's cruel! No, I won't do that to my husband."

Robert took a firmer grip on her hips and shoved, his cock injecting about three inches into her arse. Joanne screamed out, in some pain, caught by the surprise of his aggressive entry.

"You will do as I say, babe. The phone is right there beside you, on the bed. Now call him! Tell him that my cock's up your arse … and describe how it feels." He shoved again without warning and another inch went deep up her rectum.

Joanne screamed again, then managed to twist her head to see that he had indeed left the portable handset on the bed beside her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered as she pushed her upper body up onto her elbows and grasped the phone, dialling her home number. It rang for a bit, then the bleary voice of her husband answered.

"Hello!"

She paused, not wanting to go through with this, but Robert must have heard Adam's hello come from the phone that was not pressed tightly to Joanne's ear.

"Talk to him! Tell him now!" Robert shoved another inch of his cock up her arse, it was nearly all inside her. She gasped at the sudden push, her arse now felt so full, it was like the biggest shit she had ever taken. Joanne didn't want to startle her husband, but the sudden thrust caused her to emit a painful shriek.

"Joanne … honey … is that you? Are you okay?" His bleary voice came alive, sensing that his wife was in trouble. "Jo honey, is that you?"

She steadied her breathing, trying to shut out the pain. "Yes Adam, it's me."

"What's wrong? Are you still there? Do you need help? Do you want me to come for you now?"

"No Adam, I'm okay, don't come here!" Her voice steadied as her stuffed rectum adjusted around the thick intruder. "I'm sorry if I woke you up."

"Honey, it's okay. I was only dozing. I haven't been able to sleep much."

"I know, I understand."

"Why did you call me?"

"Err … Robert wanted me to. I didn't want to, but he told me to call you. He insisted."

"Why, what's up?"

"He … he … said that I should call and tell you…"

"What … what is it?"

Robert called out to her, loud enough for Adam to hear down the phone line. "For God's sake Joanne, just tell him."

"I can't … it's hard to…"

Robert angrily moved both hands to her shoulders, one on either side of her head, gripping her hard, holding her body steady. Joanne wondered why, then she found out with a start. Robert was steadying her body for his final hard thrust … he shoved his cock in to its limit, his balls wedging hard against the mound of her cunt.

"Oh God, no!" she screamed as his cock speared through her rectum.

"Jo, what is it … what's he doing to you? I'm coming over!"

She teared up and Robert grabbed the phone from her hand as she began to sob, a combination of the pain in her arse and her embarrassment at telling her husband what she was allowing to happen to her body.

"Adam, calm down, she's okay. Just stay where you are. She's … err … trying something new and its just taking her some time to adjust. Just hold on to the phone and I'll put her back on."

Robert threw the handset down on the bed alongside Joanne's head. "Calm down and talk to him, you've got to tell him what I'm doing to you! He needs to hear it from you!" 

She continued to sob, releasing the emotion of the moment. Robert was losing patience with her, so he pulled his cock back partway out of her clutching rectal passage, until only the knob and perhaps an inch more remained, then his hands grabbed her hips again, holding her steady as he plunged his cock back deep into her. She cried out again.

Not waiting for her to recover, Robert began a rhythm, withdrawing then thrusting hard, using the slippery KY Jelly that now lined her opening and her inner walls. He passed easily up and down through her normally constricting rectal walls. "You'll get used to it babe. You'll be wanting more in a minute."

It was a painful moment for Adam, woken from his sleep, in bed alone at home, listening to his loving wife moaning and whimpering, occasionally crying out in pain. He wondered what could be happening to her and wanted to help her, but his boss had just told him not to come over … so had Joanne before the tears started. He waited anxiously, holding the phone, hoping that Joanne could soon speak to him.

"Jo, are you there? Are you okay?" He shouted into the phone. The headset lay on the bed beside Joanne's head and, as her sobbing abated and her body slowly adjusted - even accepted - the pounding of Robert's cock in her arse, she could hear her husband's voice, calling to her.

She picked up the phone, put it to her mouth and ear and spoke between her heavy gasps for air as Robert's cock pummelled into her. "Adam … it's okay … I'm here … I'm all right … I just … it's feeling a bit better, Adam. It was just … a bit painful for a while."

"Jo, what's he doing to you? Why did you cry out like that?"

"He … he … oh, it's so hard for me to say it … hard for me to tell you, Adam. He's … he's in my arse … he's got his damn cock all the way up my arse. God, it was horrible when it started … but I think I'm okay now. Please don't worry about me."

While Joanne talked to her husband between the stabbing thrusts of Robert's cock into her arse, Robert had licked his fingers and brought just one hand around under her body. His fingers went straight to her mound and began teasing her clitoral bud out of its protective hood. Joanne hadn't noticed at first, she was concentrating on talking to Adam on the phone and managing the pain in her arse … pain that was now abating as her rectum adjusted to the size of Robert's cock and the power of his thrusts.

As the pain eased, she became conscious of Robert's fingers expertly working her clit and she panicked. Knowing how responsive her body had become to this man, she feared that she might explode into orgasm while still talking on the phone to her husband. She now needed to finish the call quickly.

"Look Adam … I've gotta go. I'm okay, just stay there and I'll be home later."

"No Jo, please don't go. It's great to hear your voice. I missed you so all night. Please don't get to like being with him."

Joanne realised from his words that Adam was feeling insecure, having witnessed her early enjoyment with Robert. She was torn; on the one hand, should she stay on the phone to counsel Adam, to reassure him that she loved him and would never leave him for Robert. Or should she get off the phone quickly because she knew that her body was about to give her away, responding to Adam's boss and that may send the wrong message to her husband.

Her pain was nearly totally gone, she was left with just a very full feeling as Robert's cock plundered up and down through her anus and into her rectum. Beneath her, Robert's fingers had restored the magical feelings she had experienced through her lower body so many times already this night. Her clit was erect and willing again, the throbbing had already started and she knew another orgasm was pulsing toward the surface.

She grimaced, trying to stall her body's reaction. "I'd never do that," she eventually replied to her husband's plea. "I love you darling, I always will!" she answered genuinely even as this other man pounded his cock into her arse.

"Jo, why did you let him stick it up your arse?"

Her breathing was heavy and laboured again, she and Robert both knew that her body would be reacting to another orgasm at any time. Adam could not know, after hearing her shrieks of pain, he would never believe that she could be turned on to so much pleasure so quickly.

"I had to, Adam … he said I must do it … he said it was part of the deal."

"Is he still in there … in your arse, I mean?"

"Yes … he is, honey! It's better now … I'm okay! Oh God!" Her voice rose in panic, knowing her latest orgasm was close. "I'm sorry I can't talk! Hold on! Just wait … please wait!" In fact, she had to stop talking, her moment of climax was now, and the throbbing in her cunt was intense. She dropped the phone, "Unnhh … unnhh … unnhh … oh God … yes … yes … oh Christ … I'm coming again!" 

Her body spasmed, Robert's fingers were unrelenting, not just sending her over the brink to another orgasm, but maintaining the pressure on her clitoris. Joanne wriggled her body, trying to get away from her lover's probing fingers, but to no avail. She was pinned beneath him as his cock pummelled her arse.

She had dropped the phone on the bed as she came. At the other end, Adam could still clearly hear the familiar sound of Joanne enjoying an orgasm, then as her voice and breathing subsided, he could hear Robert's voice shouting.

"Shit, I'm with you babe. I'm there too! Your arse is so fuckin' tight, I can't hold back! Here it comes, I'm gonna fill that gorgeous arse of yours." Then Adam could hear Robert moaning and in his mind, he could picture the bedroom he had sat in only a few hours ago … and the round bed. In the middle of that bed, he could picture his wife on her hands and knees and his boss hunched over Joanne's back, her butt raised up with Robert's cock jammed up inside it, unleashing a torrent of cum into her rectum. 

Adam could take no more, he hung up the phone at his end. 'Was enduring all of this worth his highly paid job in this company … in this town?'

Minutes went by, Joanne's knees still shook, not just from holding up her own body, but also the body of the man intimately joined to her. At last, she felt his now deflating cock being pulled out of her rectum, the knob clinging for a moment to her anus before pulling free from her body with a plop.

Robert looked down, watching his cock withdrawing from her arse, then saw a thin strand of his ejaculate hanging between her arse and the tip of his cock as her tight anus released him. But soon, his cum began to leak from out of her wrinkled hole, which was still stretched wide open. Released from his grip, Joanne fell forward, straightening her legs and flopping face first onto the bed. Robert dropped down beside her, on his side, facing her supine body.

Suddenly, Joanne's head lifted and she reached for the handset still lying on the bed. She put it to her ear, "Adam … Adam … are you still there?" But she heard only dial tone, the call to her husband had long been disconnected – by him.

Her arse felt very sore, but not painful now – at least not the stabbing pain that she felt when Robert first shoved his cock up her arse. She was relieved that the incredible feeling of fullness had passed. Joanne drifted off to sleep. Robert watched her sleeping peacefully for a while, then he moved his body closer to her, draping one arm across her back, and eventually he too slept again.

Joanne woke about 11am, busting to piss. She untangled herself gently from Robert's arm, thrown carelessly over her body. She made her way to the en suite bathroom, perched on the toilet and peed. Feeling sweaty from the several gruelling bouts of sex with her new lover, she decided to take a shower. Surely Robert would not demand any more of her body and would probably take her home when he woke.

She turned the water on and stepped into the shower stall, enjoying the warm water cascading over her before picking up the soap and starting to scrub. Beginning at the top with shoulders and arms, she moved on to lather up her breasts, then dipped her hand with the soap down to clean all around her vagina and arse. Her fingers touched at both openings and withdrew as she felt the soreness there from the hard fucking she had experienced.

Suddenly, Robert's hand on her back startled Joanne and she spun around to see the naked man stepping in to join her, his hands and arms wrapping around her, pulling her to him. 'Thankfully, he's not erect,' was the first thought she had as her body was pressed up against his.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 03



She pushed herself away from him to arm's length, although he still held his hands at her sides. Looking up into his face, she raised her hand holding the soap and began to lather his chest. Joanne soaped him up and down each arm, around his neck and all over the front of his body. Her hand with the soap then progressed down over his stomach.

She lathered both hands, dropped the soap back into the holder and wrapped her soapy, slippery hands around his flaccid cock. Immediately, she felt it growing in response to her soapy touch. Robert threw his head back, looking toward the ceiling as his body responded to her hands.

'What am I doing? I shouldn't be encouraging this thing to grow again.'

Robert ran his hands over his chest, scooping up the soapy lather that she had left there and transferring the suds to her breasts. His hands expertly massaged her twin mounds, giving special attention to her now budding nipples.

"This is crazy," she told him. "I have never done it so many times in one weekend. Maybe we should just leave it there."

"No way, Joanne. You've got my cock saluting again, where do you want it this time?"

"I think we might have run out of holes. I'm very sore down there."

"No … there's a good one left … I'm going to come in your mouth!"

"I don't usually do that, I don't like it much," she lied, rejecting it more because that was something special she did only with Adam.

"What do you like in sex? Poor Adam, you're not very adventurous, are you?"

"He never seems to complain. It's just that I don't like sucking on a cock."

"I don't believe I asked if you liked it. I just told you that's where my cock's heading next."

Joanne sighed resignedly and continued to lather him up while his hands delved down to her cunt and his fingers created a fresh arousal in her body. Her body flinched as his finger pushed into her cunt. "I'm just a bit tender in there."

Robert turned around, facing the wall and she was forced to release her hold on his cock. "Soap my arse, will you darling?"

She bent over to pick up the soap, but was hesitant. She had never even touched Adam between the cheeks of his arse. "Come on, do it," he told her impatiently.

Slowly, her hands ran the soap over his back, descending to the curve of his arse and with just one hand, she pushed the soap down into the crease of his arse. "Lather up your hands and do it without the soap. I want to feel your fingers on me back there."

Joanne did as she was told and began to stroke her hands all over his cheeks, letting the tips of her fingers delve between them. Robert obligingly bent over from the waist, his hands pressed against the tiled wall while he shuffled his legs well apart. This move spread his cheeks wider and when she ran her fingers down his arse cleavage this time, she felt them touch his anus. He shivered in reaction to her fingers' gentle touch. "More! Rim it!" 

She tried to dismiss her long-held conception about the primary purpose of the anus as she manoeuvred her fingers around the rim, judging by Robert's moans just what would feel good for him. "Feelin' great, baby. You can stick your finger in if you want … I can take it!"

Joanne didn't want to, but she had already overcome several things she wouldn't normally do with a man other than her husband. She had already discovered for herself first hand just how sensitive the anus could be. Gingerly, Joanne used her soapy index finger to push at the tiny wrinkled hole that was his anal ring. He pushed his arse back trying to engage her finger. Sensing what he was trying to do, she pushed a bit firmer with her finger and it slipped inside to the first knuckle.

He gasped a sharp intake of breath. "Oh babe, that's gonna do it … that'll get my hard-on back."

Sure enough, her finger inside his arse had provoked his erection back to full-strength. Feeling bolder, she wiggled her finger around a bit. 

"More … more. Stick it in some more."

Joanne obeyed, pushing her finger all the way to the next knuckle.

Robert moaned loudly. "Jesus … grab my cock, babe."

She had lost all her inhibitions this night. Sticking her finger up this man's arse was the final stroke. Her other hand reached around him and grasped his cock and she began wanking it, hard. She wanted him to come in her hand, maybe that would take his mind off sticking his cock in her mouth.

The finger on one hand wiggled around inside his rectum while the fist on her other hand wrapped around his cock and ran up and down his shaft as Joanne frantically tried to have Robert eject some more cum. But he was having none of a quick finish, and as much as he was enjoying the sensations building in his cock, he suddenly pulled his body back away from Joanne's seductive fist, using his hand to wrench her hand off him. Her finger in his arse was dragged along with him as he pulled back against the wall of the shower stall.

"Nice try, babe … you nearly got me to come. You don't get off that easy … I want you back in bed. Let's get out of here, I'm clean enough."

She retrieved her finger from out of his arse. Robert turned off the water and pushed Joanne out of the shower stall, grabbing a large towel off the rack to begin towelling her down. Then he wiped his own body, threw the towel on the floor, took her hand and led her back to the big round bed in the middle of his bedroom.

"Is your cunt really sore … or do you just not want to fuck any more?"

"No, really Robert. I am very sore in there, I don't think I could do it again."

"Okay! That's fair enough … you just made your decision to suck my cock. I'm happy!"

Joanne pulled a face. "I thought we might be done … we've done it a lot."

"Sure have, but it's only noon, I can't take you home early. Adam and Jane will think I can't go the distance any more. Come on, on the bed, I'll do you too … we'll have a 69. Do you want to be under or on top?"

"Does it matter?" she asked, resigned to her fate.

"Well, if you're on top, you get to control how much of my cock goes down your throat. If I'm on top, then I'll just keep pushing it in till it's all in. See babe, I can be a thoughtful guy."

"Thanks," she said as she climbed back onto the bed and worked her way on her hands and knees across to the middle. "You lie down, I'll get on top!"

He followed her on his knees across the wide bed, again admiring her arse as she crawled in front of him, then he flopped down on his back in the middle of the bed. Joanne shuffled closer to his body, then threw one leg over him, settling her lower torso right above his head, her knees beside each shoulder, straddling him.

Her head was above his pelvis and she began to lower her body, their first bodily contact being her erect nipples grazing his belly. Robert watched her pelvis lowering, her snatch getting ever closer to his mouth, her knees shuffling further apart, spreading the labia lips in the process. He opened his mouth and his tongue reached up and made light contact with her vaginal lips as her body touched down.

"Ummmm!" A moan escaped her lips as she felt his tongue gently swipe a stroke along her slit before her own lips parted and formed an "o" to fit perfectly over the shiny purple knob that rose up from his torso in front of her.

Now they were both perfectly connected … her mouth engulfed just the head of his cock and her tongue slurped around it. While at the other end, his tongue licked the outside of her cunt like it was an ice cream cone, raking long swipes from bottom to top, only to have his lips close and suck out her erecting clitoris.

The pace was slow, but after some of the frenetic fucking this pair had been through overnight, slow and steady was exactly what they both needed, bringing a soft sensuality to their 69. Both were expressing sounds, but they were muted because their lips and mouths were busily occupied. Hers came out as moans as he licked and sucked on her whole pubic region. Robert's seemed to be more of a grunt as her tongue and her lips inched their way in gobbling up his shaft.

It took her awhile because going down on a man was not high on her list of sexual preferences. But at last, Joanne had managed to overcome the gagging and had most of his erect cock inside her mouth, the head tucked against her palate at the back of her throat. Robert was becoming delirious from the sensations that her tongue and lips delivered through his sensory system. 

He fought the urge to thrust the last half inch into her over-full mouth, fearing that it may lead to her rejection. Being pulled out of her mouth was the last thing he wanted. Despite his several good finishes over the past 15 hours, he could feel one last effort was possible as his balls struggled to make up a mix for his cock to propel into her throat.

To take her mind off his impending cum release, Robert concentrated on intensifying the efforts of his own tongue and lips on her labia and clitoris. Again and again with a steady rhythm, his tongue laved her wet slit and his lips followed each pass with a strong sucking of her clit into his mouth. Her faster breathing warned that his oral assault was producing the result he wanted.

Her thighs began to tremble and he knew that her next orgasm was building beneath the surface and it would take a major catastrophe to stop it now. The shaking of her thighs spread to her whole body below the waist and her mouth pulled back off his shaft until only the head remained gripped by her lips. Robert didn't challenge or fight her withdrawal, he realised that she was probably fearful that her orgasm could trigger a violent reaction within her body and her teeth might react and do terrible damage to his cock. He was right.

Joanne had every intention of resuming her sucking of his hard cock, although she would prefer not to. Reality told her that this man would not be happy until he had taken her completely in the mouth. But now, she knew that her own climax was just seconds away and she pushed her whole cunt area at his mouth, to maximise the thrills she could sense that he was about to deliver.

Her body sagged over his completely as the pulsing crashed through to the surface. Her eyes closed shut but somewhere there was a fireworks display going on as her body heaved and spasmed over his attentive mouth.

When at last the throbbing subsided, her mouth and tongue set about reclaiming his entire cock, to proceed slowly along its length, sucking it completely inside her mouth. Robert made gentle mini thrusts to increase his sensations without putting her off … he believed that she had been discovering a sexuality she never knew she had through this past night and wanted her to develop her own skills on delivering this unique pleasure to a man.

And so she slowly, bit by bit, managed to gorge herself on his hard cock, getting all of it into her mouth, using her tongue to do magical things to his sensitive underside and then letting the whole shaft slowly slip away before resuming her efforts to draw it back in again.

Robert took much longer than Joanne had in achieving a release, but eventually he could feel the special delivery ejecting from his balls and moving into his shaft. Despite his earlier at times threatening demeanour, he thoughtfully revealed a softer side, warning her with a softly whispered, "I'm coming!" and Joanne steeled herself to receive his deposit in her mouth.

She didn't need to change a thing, no extra effort … Robert was by now too far gone and it was just a matter of how long the package of semen would take to travel up his shaft. Joanne pulled off his cock just a little so that only half his length remained in her mouth. She was ensuring that when he came, there would be enough room for his cum to pool at the back of her throat before she could activate the swallowing that would send his creamy release down through her digestive system.

An extra squeeze of her lips just below the head of his cock triggered it to release his load and he spurted the first of several doses of his cum deep into the back of her throat. Joanne paused to gather sufficient quantity and then worked the muscles at the back of her throat, swallowing down an ample supply of his cum. More of it gathered from two more spurts and she gulped that load down too.

At last they were both still and well satisfied. They both lay as they had finished after she licked the last remnants of his cream from his cock. They didn't exactly sleep but they lightly slumbered for perhaps another hour before Robert shook Joanne awake.

"Come on babe, I'll drive you home."

She lifted her head from off his groin where it had rested in her post-orgasmic slumber. "Thanks!" was all she could manage.

They both rose from the bed and she went into the en suite bathroom to splash some water on her face before making the trip home to see her anxious husband.

As she searched for items of clothing, Joanne realised that she was going to look very nocturnal in her slinky cocktail dress at 2 in the afternoon. She hoped her neighbours would not be out in the street.

When both were finally dressed again, Robert held out his hands toward Joanne and she placed her hands in his, her body keeping a distance, not moving in close to hug.

"My lovely Joanne, I want to thank you for giving yourself so freely to me last night. I know it must have been very difficult for you…"

"It was … but it was much more difficult for Adam too! I thought you treated my husband very shabbily, Robert. Why did you have to humiliate him so … making him watch us? It was awful!"

"It was a test of character for one of my up and coming executives, although I must say that he didn't show much backbone. It is an interesting exercise when a man is placed in this position. Will he fight for his woman, to defend her against the powerful man who wields a big threatening stick over them ... or will he just accept the situation that he faces and give her over to me."

"You blackmailed us so you could have me and now you're trying to justify it as simply a test of one of your managers? I find that suggestion offensive."

"My … my … you really are quite the feisty one. You've got a lot more fight in you than your husband. I like you, Joanne … what I mean is, I like you as a woman … not just as a great fuck … which I have now discovered you are."

"Don't be so crude!"

"I am formulating a plan to have you also work for my company … I'd like to put you on the payroll."

"I already have a job."

"What is it? I think that I can pay you a lot more than you would be earning anywhere else."

"I am a bank teller … only part time, just ten till three. It suits me."

"Very good, commendable vocation, shows you are very trustworthy … but the pay is crap."

"Agreed, it's not great."

"I want you to come in and see me in my office on Tuesday, Adam can join us. I think I can make you a job offer that you would find very hard to refuse. You have the talent."

"What sort of job? I'm not sure I like what you're thinking."

"You have no idea what I am thinking. We will leave it until Tuesday. Be prepared to be pleasantly surprised."

"Does it involve sex…"

Robert held up his hand to stop her. "I told you all will be revealed on Tuesday … not before."

"I'll bet it does … I'll bet it's got something to do with sex. I can see the way your mind works.

"Very good, my dear. Come on, I'll drive you home."

Robert escorted Joanne downstairs and out the front door, heading for his car, parked in the driveway. In the front yard, they passed Robert's wife, Jane doing some gardening. She looked up and spoke as they passed. "Will you be long, Robert?"

"No darling, I'm just going to drive Joanne home … Adam will be missing her by now."

"That's nice, Robert." Then, turning to Joanne, she added, "I hope you had a nice time here with my husband. I guess we'll see you at the next party."

Joanne thought this was all too weird and decided not to comment on whether she had a nice time … what a strange relationship they must have. "Thank you, Jane!" was all she answered.

Joanne got into the passenger seat and Robert walked around to the driver's side. "We might take in a movie when I get back," he called back to his wife.

'This man has fucked me nearly every way possible over the past 18 hours and his wife hopes I had a nice time, then agrees to go see a movie with her husband. I just don't get it,' thought Joanne.

The car pulled up outside her house and she looked toward the front windows, nervous at seeing her husband again after she had seemingly abandoned her body in lust to Robert. She got out quickly with no sign of affection to Robert and quickly walked to her front door, feeling conspicuous in her evening attire.

She didn't need the key that she fumbled in her purse for. Adam swung the door open and she hurried inside, pausing for her husband to close the door. She turned to face him, waiting for his arms to hug her, but they didn't. She stepped forward and threw her arms around his waist, pulling him close, but still his arms failed to close around her.

"Adam, are you okay?"

"Not really."

She pulled her face back and looked up into his eyes. "Adam, please hold me."

Slowly, his arms folded around her and they hugged, her sobs were the only sound in the quiet house. The tears continued for a few minutes and neither spoke until she managed to calm herself.

"I am so sorry, Adam."

"What for … what are you sorry for?"

"For upsetting you … I mean I only did what I thought I had to do … to keep our side of the agreement."

"He should be happy, I would think. He got a very willing sexy woman for the night who did everything he wanted."

"I told you I only did what I thought I had to do … so that your job was secure."

"You didn't have to enjoy it so much."

"I didn't, Adam."

"Looked like you did to me … while I was there. Sounded like you did too … must be enjoying it if you can come while a man has his cock stuffed up your arse."

"Adam, I am so sorry … I didn't want to … I really didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me come so much. But he diddled my clit, Adam … with his fingers, he touched me up while he was taking my arse. My body betrayed me. I'll admit to you, Adam … it felt good. That's why I came … it felt good. But that doesn't make me love him … I love you … you are my husband … and I love you and I always will. Can we please put this night behind us?"

"It's going to take me some time, Joanne. I mean, what I saw … the way that you reacted to him, just like you do with me. I didn't think that you'd give so much of yourself to him."

"I wish you hadn't watched it, Adam. I didn't want you to … not because I had anything to hide. I just didn't think it was nice of him to make you see me having sex with him. I told him so, Adam. I really did … I told him it was cruel and he shouldn't have done it."

"Thank you!"

"Adam, I feel really awful that you had to endure all of that … and I'm glad that it's all over and we can get back to being just us. But there's just one thing that bothers me. When he had me on the bed last night … the first time … when you were sitting in the chair. You had a hard on … and then I saw you playing with yourself … and you came. Adam, you came from watching another man fucking me … I can't believe that you could get so turned on by watching your own wife get fucked by someone else. That doesn't seem right to me."




Working For His Promotion Pt. 03



"I can't explain it … I really can't, Jo. I should have been repulsed by watching you do it with another man. But somehow, I have to admit it … it did turn me on. At least, enough to wank off. I just don't know why."

"Honey, I think we've got a lot of talking to do."

"And a lot of loving, I hope."

"Yes … a lot of that. But the physical loving might have to wait a day. I am so sore, honey … front and back."

Joanne couldn't immediately bring herself to tell her husband that Robert had scheduled a meeting for them this coming Tuesday, in which he intended to make a job offer to her. What would the job be … and could she do the job without compromising her marriage to Adam?

It was Sunday night before she plucked up the courage to tell Adam about Tuesday's meeting. He wasn't happy … but by then, they had talked their way through the pain that Adam had suffered while watching his wife in the arms of another man. Sunday night was also the first time since she had returned home from Robert that Adam had managed to get his cock inside his wife's cunt … they had one hell of a fuck.

To be continued … part 4 will be back in Loving Wives.

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Working For His Promotion Pt. 04



You must read the first 3 parts to fully understand the characters and better appreciate what they're going through. Joanne is married to Adam, who has a new high-paying managerial job at Robert's company in a small mid-western town. Robert is infatuated with Joanne and he arranges to borrow her for a weekend, blackmailing Adam into believing that he may lose his job if he doesn't agree. 

Warning... there has been some degree of cuckolding of Joanne's husband in earlier parts. If such activity offends, then protect your macho feelings and go elsewhere. It seems that Adam must suffer a fair degree of humiliation before he attempts to fight back ... but can he muster the strength to do that ... and how can he outwit his boss Robert? Is Adam's wife, Joanne worth fighting for? 

Chapter 5

Joanne was eager to see her husband when he arrived home on Monday night. She was more eager than usual because he had been at work all day and she was curious how Robert had behaved when her husband and his boss had crossed paths for the first time since the weekend when she spent 19 hours with Robert.

"How was your day, Adam?" she asked curiously after giving him a warm welcome home dear kiss.

"Oh okay ... I guess. Nothing special."

Joanne was hesitant to bring up Robert's name. Her relationship with her husband had been strained from when she got home from Robert's house on Saturday afternoon, right through until dinner on Sunday night. Then, Adam's frostiness had begun to thaw, they had a pleasant night and then made love enthusiastically. Her cunt had been too sore for the first 24 hours.

"I hope your boss didn't dish out any crap to you."

"You mean your friend, Robert?"

"Please Adam, don't say it like that."

"How should I say it then? No, I didn't even see him, he was away interstate."

Joanne was surprised. "Oh, then is the meeting still on for tomorrow?"

"Eager to learn what he has in store for you, Jo?"

"Adam, please don't!"

"Yes, you'll be happy to know the meeting is still on, his p.a. sent me a message, we're to be at his office at four. Apparently, he knows that you work from ten till three."

"Yes, I told him."

"Why would you do that ... it's none of his business whether you work?"

"I only told him because he said he wanted to offer me a job ... that's supposed to be the reason for us meeting him. I told him that I already had one and he said that his job could pay me a lot more than the bank does."

"I have no doubt it could ... but won't it depend on what you're expected to do? Joanne, we will have to draw the line somewhere. He cannot intrude in our marriage like this."

"Adam, I agree that he is already putting a tremendous strain on our marriage. I never wanted to do all that stuff with him, but one night seemed worth it to secure our future here."

"Jo, I think you might be a bit naive ... I never expected that he would be content to leave us alone after he had a taste of you. I expect that tomorrow's meeting will prove me right ... even though I don't want to be."

"You're probably right ... even after giving myself to him, we may still have to leave your job and this town ... and go find somewhere else to live. But Adam, we've come this far, let's at least hear what he has to say. Maybe it won't be too bad."  

"Having seen the way he set out to humiliate me on Friday night, it's bound to be bad. That's just his nature."

"We'll see, Adam."

They made love again this night, a little less frantic than it had been on Sunday night.

Joanne had a hard time concentrating on all of the cash transactions she was required to do at her job on Tuesday. Her thoughts were on the meeting with Robert at 4pm. She felt a bit guilty that she had dressed a bit better than she normally would have to go to work in the bank.

She arrived at the office where her husband works and took the lift to Adam's floor. She met him in his office, then the couple made the daunting trek up to the director's suite on the top floor. The p.a. announced them and they sat nervously waiting for Robert to invite them in to his private office.

He kept them waiting until 4.10 ... that just built the nerves up some more, so that they were both on edge when Robert finally appeared and showed them into his luxury office. He offered them both a drink and they accepted. 

All three sat in chairs around a coffee table, Joanne revealing an expanse of leg above her knees as she tried to sit back in the uncomfortable chair.

Joanne ... Adam ... my company is now turning over $50 million a year, it's become a very big business. I'm very proud that I have been able to build it up from nothing in just fifteen years. All the shares are with my wife and I ... our problem is that we've never had kids. Not for lack of trying, but that was back when it might have been possible. As for now, I'd say we've missed the boat."

Adam shuffled uneasily in his chair and looked across at Joanne. She appeared to be riveted to Robert's every word.

"You two seem like a very nice young couple, just setting out on life's journey. Adam, I am impressed with your work ethic and its possible that you, more than any of my executives, can go far in this company. Having no kids of my own, there is nobody in line to take over the business ... not that I'm about to retire just yet. But let's say ten years from now ... well, then I'll be looking to give it away."

Joanne looked quizzically at Adam, curious as to where this was heading.

"We still have a lot of scope for growth in this business ... I feel that we can afford to take on perhaps four more major clients ... I'm talking about $5 mill a year type clients. If we could get four more with that value, we could increase the turnover 40% and the worth of the company by a lot more, probably around 60%. I am setting you two the task to get those four new clients by whatever means possible."

Robert had had a free rein up till now, but Joanne had a question. "Are you including me in this? I don't have a clue about sales or about your product range. I would be a dead loss in this area."

"Quite the contrary, my dear. You are the deal breaker! Adam can only reel the new clients in so far. As good as I think he is, on his own, I doubt that he could pull more than two of the four targets I have in mind. But with you involved, we can realistically get all of them, using the seductive charms that your personality and body can apply."

"You're crazy Robert, are you actually suggesting that I can seduce these potential clients into switching to using your products in their businesses?"

"I not only think it, I'm putting money on it! I want you to leave your bank job, I will put you on the payroll here on a 70 grand retainer and you don't even have to come to the office."

"Are you mad?" Joanne turned to Adam and punched him on the arm. "Adam, tell him he's crazy. That won't work, I couldn't do that. I wouldn't know where to start."

"Hear me out, you two. We will bring the owner or the ceo of each of the four companies that I think we can win over ... we'll bring them here. Adam will work them over for a day in the office, fill them full of facts and figures, do the whole sell ... give them a factory tour. We'll invite them to stay over in town that night, at our expense. Joanne, that's where you come in. We let you loose on them for a night, you'll have a copy of their contract with you in your purse. I guarantee that by 4am, they'll be signing their life away just to stay in bed with you until breakfast. You are that good, girl ... you have that much potential ... you are a true seductress."

Adam and Joanne looked at each other, trying to gauge what the other was thinking. Adam spoke first.

"I think this is going too far, Robert." Adam stood up, trying to sound firm. "Foolishly, we let you into our sex life and you have come between us..."

"Only for a weekend, my boy."

"But now you want my wife to prostitute herself for the good of your company."

"Sit down, Adam ... I want you to hear me out before you fire off accusations." Robert stepped forward, closing the space between them, intimidating Adam who sat back down. "Firstly, it's not my company that I'm talking about ... it's our company." He pointed at Joanne, "You..." then at Adam, "...and you..." then turned the finger to point back at himself, "...and me."

"What?" The couple's voices were almost in unison, staring open-mouthed at Robert.

"I've just told you, I have no kids to inherit this business. I reckon you two are young and ambitious and on the way up. Adam, your wife is damn near a model with her looks ... she could captivate any man. She can be a great asset to you in life ... providing you don't let old world morals stand in your way. I am offering you, Adam, 10% of my company ... and you, Joanne, another 10% of my company ... if you can together pull this off and win us four new clients ... that is big clients of the size that I described. It's as simple as that!"

Neither Joanne nor Adam could close their mouths ... they sat totally stunned at the offer Robert had just made to them. At last, Adam stuttered, "Ten per ... ten per cent ... you ... you can't be serious?"

"Just so you heard me right, I will repeat the main facts. Joanne starts with the company immediately ... on a 75 grand retainer. She does not have to come into the office. She will attend company functions and look beautiful. Adam, you and I will sit down together and select four major companies who could use our products and our services ... they each have to be worth five million in sales before we will consider them."

"But what if..."

"Shush Adam, I am talking ... you'll get a turn when I have laid all the cards on the table. When we have selected the four companies that we want to win over, you will invite the owner or ceo of each, one at a time, to come visit us, so we have them on our home ground. Adam, you will work on them from nine to five ... at the end of the day, you'll bring them to my office. I'll say thank you for coming, da-de-da ... a quick sales pitch ... oh and by the way, we are sending our special woman Joanne to your hotel tonight for dinner and whatever, wink, wink. Then your lovely wife here will go over to their hotel ... only they won't know that she's your dear devoted wife. To them, she'll just be that special someone that we use to close the sale. While she's sucking their cock, they won't even notice that they're signing our contract."

Adam frowned at his boss' crude description of how Joanne will complete the sale. "How dare you, Robert. It's not enough that you fuck up our marriage by bedding my wife and cuckolding me in the process ... now you want her to fuck some more men."

"Adam ... she has a natural talent ... she is very fucking good at it, believe me. But again, you didn't let me finish. On the day that the fourth new client signs, I will sign over 20% of my company to you both. That's ten for you Adam and ten for the lovely Joanne. This company made a profit of six mill last fiscal year ... who knows how much profit we'll make with four new clients. You're a very smart man, Adam, I'm sure by now you have calculated one-fifth of six million ... per year. That's on top of the big salaries that you'll both be getting ... that would set you both up for life. You can probably afford to buy the house next to mine."

"But you want her to fuck people for us to get it..."

"It's a very small price to pay, Adam. We're talking about four one-night stands. A lot of women have done a lot more for a lot less gain. Cool your anger ... stop and think about it ... I think that's what Joanne is doing. She hasn't jumped up and down ... she is coolly thinking about how much money you two can amass. Adam, when you both came here today, you could not have imagined in your wildest dreams that I would be making this offer to you ... I know people who would kill someone for a chance like this."

Adam was still angry, despite Robert's attempts to persuade him to cool down and examine the offer more thoughtfully. Adam stood up and walked across to the liquor cabinet to help himself to a refill.

"I'm going to leave you two alone for a few minutes, so you can talk privately about my offer. I'll just be outside, call me when you have reached a decision." Robert strode to the door, he reached for the handle, then paused and turned to face them both. "Oh, by the way, if you decide that you don't want to add another 75 grand to your combined pay packets ... or to get 20% of this very successful company. If you are quite happy to go on leading a dull monogamous life, then so be it ... and Adam, you will still have a job here. But Joanne, you won't ... you'll still be a part-time bank teller."

Robert let that final summary hang in the air as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. Adam looked at Joanne as he sipped from his refilled glass. "You want to do it, I'll bet money on that."

"I never said that, Adam ... don't put words in my mouth." Joanne realised what a difficult position she was in. last week, she had encouraged Adam to let Robert have her to help save his career ... but she knew that Adam thought that she really mainly did it because she wanted to fuck someone else. If she were the one to encourage him to accept this deal, then he would think she was doing it more for the chance to fuck several more men rather than for the lure of the money and shareholding to set them up for life.

Adam moved across to the chair where she sat and squeezed down next to her. She looked seriously at her husband, "It's your call, Adam ... I'm not saying a thing. I spoke up last time, only because I was the one who had to do it ... who had to sleep with the guy. I told you I didn't mind doing it, just for the sake of your career ... and ever since, you've twisted it around to make out like I wanted him. Well I didn't ... fuck you Adam, it's your call this time."

Adam's face softened. "Jo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken that stance. Deep down, I know that you only did it for us. It was just ... just that having to watch you with him ... well, it hurt ... it hurt a lot. But now, you have to help me decide. I can't be the one that makes this decision. What if I say yeah sure ... we'll do that, committing you to go with these guys ... and deep inside you're thinking gosh I hope he doesn't want me to do it."

"Adam, I really don't want to say ... I don't want you to twist it again if I go along with it only to find you can't stand it after I've been with the first one."

"Jo, please ... you will have to give me a clue. Just tell me if you'd be okay with it if I agreed."

His eyes pleaded with hers so she turned to look away, a tear or two coming to hers. She wrestled with her thoughts in silence for quite a long time, then she turned her head back to face him. "I will do it if you want us to ... but always remember through all of this, you're the only man I love." She threw her arms around his neck and she kissed him full on the lips.

When the kiss ended, Adam said to his wife, "Jo, it makes me angry that we're in this position ... we should just be a normal happily married young couple making a new life for ourselves. I'm scared that I will regret this ... but call it greed, whatever. This offer is so incredibly good that I think we should take it."

Without hesitation, Joanne nodded, "I think you're right ... we'll get through it together, honey."

They hugged and kissed again. Then Adam rose and walked to the door. He opened it and called to Robert who was standing a few feet away, talking to his p.a. "You have a deal, Robert!"

Robert came back into the room, his face beaming. "That's great news ... believe me, you won't regret it. Now, I want you to both come by again this time tomorrow. I will have a Letter of Agreement drawn up, just so that you have a legal commitment that when the fifth client signs up, you will definitely get the company shares."

Adam and Joanne finished their drinks and made to leave. As they reached the door, Robert had the final say. "Adam, I must say that I am impressed ... you showed a lot more fight today. I respect someone who stands up to me. You'll make a good manager yet ... probably an even better shareholder."

Chapter 6

Joanne and Adam had made their decision to participate all the way in Robert's scheme. They were unsure whether they could trust him, but the following day, he did present them with a legal document that did guarantee that everything that he had promised them would come true, providing they managed to sign up all four new clients. No shareholding for getting three ... it had to be four.

In the coming week, in their quiet moments – both separately and together - they wrestled with the decision they had made. Could they go through with this? Committing Joanne to have sex with Robert over a 19 hour period was one thing, but expecting her to go to bed with four different strangers in the coming months was huge.

Could Joanne cope with the physical demands on her body ... and what about the mental pressure? Adam had a difficult time with letting Robert have her ... how would he cope sending her off to these four men? Men that he would have only met a few hours earlier? What would be the result of the strains this would place on their young marriage?

Joanne resigned from the bank. She enjoyed her new found freedom, being able to be at home every day, and to go out shopping and see movies whenever she felt like it. But the best part of all was that every Friday, an after-tax amount of $1,100 would appear in her bank account, being the salary that Robert had promised her as a retainer for making herself available to entertain the potential new clients.

Several weeks went by and no mention had been made of a prospect coming to town ... she asked Adam when it was likely to happen. She was curious since she was being paid all this money and she couldn't believe that Robert would be that generous without wanting her to do some work for it. Adam said that they had been trying to lure the four largest prospective clients, but all seemed locked in to their current buying arrangements and it was proving difficult even just to get them to come to town.

Over a month had gone by since they signed the contract. In that time, Joanne had seen $4,400 go into her bank account. She had been able to buy some new dresses and she had apportioned some of the money to buying some furniture. She and Adam talked about whether they should think about buying a house with their new increased joint income.

Although she was a woman of leisure now, Joanne liked to get up early each day and sit with Adam while he had his morning coffee and, on some day's, breakfast. But on this one particular Friday morning, Adam had woken particularly horny and they had enjoyed a lengthy session of lovemaking that was mutually rewarding for both.

As much as he had enjoyed the sexy sleep-in with his beloved wife, Adam now found himself late for work. He came out of the shower and as he dressed for work, he gazed adoringly at his beautiful wife, lying just where he had left her after they had both come so passionately. Joanne was on her back, her legs still spread akimbo.

When she heard him moving around, she opened her eyes, squinting from the bright sunlight streaming into the room. "Don't get up, Jo," he told her. "You just lay there and soak up the afterglow. I don't have time for a coffee here, I'll grab one downtown before I get to the office."

"Thanks!" she said dreamily.

"What's the thanks for?"

"Oh, I don't know ... thanks for letting me sleep in ... thanks for getting me to come before you did ... thanks for being a good lover ... just thanks for everything."

He came over to the bed and leaned down to give her a goodbye kiss. Her hand quickly snaked around his neck and she held him to her while her mouth opened and her tongue assaulted his tongue with passion.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 04



He enjoyed it for a moment ... but then he had to pull back. "Whoa ... you are a very horny lady. Jo, you are dangerous right now. I'm sorry, I got to go."

"Come on, stay baby, just one more quick one, I know you can do it," she smiled teasingly at him and her hand went down and her fingers spread her cunt lips. It was intended by her to be a sexy pose to turn him on, but the move only allowed some more of his cum to leak out of her.

"Yeah ... a good look, Jo." Adam turned and disappeared out the bedroom door. Joanne felt the exiting cum running over her fingers and realised what he meant by his last comment. She used one finger to give her clitoris a little attention, but then realised that had been sufficiently satisfied by Adam's cock ... she didn't really need to do any more.

Joanne heard the front door close behind Adam and she lay there in her dreamy state. She may have drifted back to sleep, she wasn't sure, but it seemed like only five minutes after Adam left when the doorbell sounded. "Damn!" she muttered to herself. 'I don't feel like getting up to answer the door, I just want to lay here and soak up the good feelings. Maybe they'll go away,' she thought.

The doorbell rang again and still she ignored it. When it rang for a third time, she realised that whoever it was would not go away so she had better answer it. 'They must know I'm here,' she thought. Joanne roused her drained body from the bed, grabbed her thigh-length silk wrap from a nearby chair and tied it loosely around her naked body.

She made her way to the front of the house and opened the door. Standing there on the front step was Adam's boss. "Robert, what are you doing here?" Her face revealed how surprised she was to see him there. "If you're looking for Adam ... you've just missed him?"

"I know. Joanne, don't be silly, I'm here for you. I was waiting around the corner until I saw him drive away."

His words told her that this was trouble. He had said originally that he wanted her for one night only ... there would not be any more. When they signed the contract for wooing the four new clients, Robert had made no comment about any more involvement with him.

"Robert, I don't think you should be here without Adam around."

"Oh, it's okay, Joanne. We have just lined up our first client prospect, he'll be in town next week. I came by to give you the good news and go through the arrangements. Can I come in?"

Joanne hesitated, she didn't really want him in her home. "I don't know ... Robert, I'd rather not."

"Hey, come on babe, why not? I've just got some arrangements to make."

He had one hand on the door, pushing it to open further. Reluctantly, she stepped back and let him into her home. "Would you like a coffee?" she offered.

"Sure, why not?"

They walked through to the kitchen, Robert watching her shapely body undulating beneath the silk wrap as she walked, the hem only reaching midway down her thighs. He felt his cock reacting. Joanne realised that he would be watching the back of her body as she walked in the sexy garment.

She still had her back to him as she went to the sink and filled the jug and switched it on. "Have a seat," she told him ... but Robert didn't sit, he came right up behind her and she felt his body hard up against her back, his hands came around her and grabbed a hold of each breast, massaging them immediately through the silky material.

"Robert, don't ... I don't want this. Please leave me alone."

"Joanne, I need a return on my investment. You owe me ... I've come to collect."

"I don't owe you anything!" She tried to squirm out of his grip, but his body had her wedged tightly against the kitchen bench and she felt his engorged cock against her arse, even through his trousers. "Robert, please don't. I won't do anything behind Adam's back."

"Fine babe, grab the phone, give him a call, tell him the boss has just paid five grand into your bank account, that's including today, babe ... and so far, there's been no return for it. Tell him I'm feeling real horny so I've come to collect."

"That's not my fault that I haven't done anything for the money yet ... you guys are supposed to line up the new clients."

"Yeah, well it's taking a fair while, so I just thought I'd come and check to see that you've still got all the right moves. Won't take long, I've got a meeting in the office at ten. There I was, driving to work and I just felt like having your body. What's it been, nearly six weeks?"

"You can't just do this, Robert. This wasn't part of the deal."

"Well, I'm paying the money, I'm making it a part. Forget making the fucking coffee ... I want you now."

He pulled her body away from the bench and pulled her across the room to the table in the middle of the kitchen. He spun her around, so her bottom rested against the table's edge and she faced him. He pulled the lapels of her flimsy wrap aside, revealing her succulent breasts and his head dipped and his mouth latched on to one nipple, coating it with his saliva and grazing her areolae with his teeth. She winced from the pain of his teeth.

"Jesus, I've missed your body," he muttered as his mouth lifted from one nipple and crossed over to the other. Although he was rough and his need appeared urgent, particularly with his time constraint, Joanne felt some arousal from the work his lips and tongue were applying to her nipples.

She didn't want to encourage him so she left her arms by her sides, using her hands as support on the table to keep from falling back onto it. His devouring of her nipples, switching rapidly from one to the other, was helping her to cope. But still, she didn't want this to happen. After her very pleasant lovemaking with her husband less than an hour ago, she certainly didn't need it. But it was appearing to be a certainty that he would be inside her within five minutes ... she knew Robert would not be denied.

Her hands came off the table and slipped between their bodies, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. Then her fingers found the zipper and she lowered it ... his trousers fell to his feet. Her hands went to the waistband of his underpants and she lifted them gently over the hard erection that was now pressed between their bellies.

His mouth lifted off her breasts and he pulled back away from her to gaze down on her partially revealed body. "That's the girl ... now you're making sense. No need for this to hurt you, because I'm having you, no matter what." He pulled the rest of her silk wrap apart and gazed down at her perfectly proportioned body. "God, we should do this more often. You are so fucking beautiful!"

To Joanne's surprise, he spun her around again so she was facing the table and he pushed her upper body down until her face was touching the table, flattening her breasts beneath her, her body bent at the hips. He pushed the wrap up over her back, exposing her arse. His leg nudged between hers and he forced her legs to spread. For a moment, Joanne panicked and feared he was going to shove his cock up her arse, as he had done at his house.

But then, she felt his fingers feeling around at her cunt lips. "Shit, you're wet already," he muttered, but then after looking at his fingers as they withdrew, he added, "Well, it looks like you and Adam have been at it already this morning. Your fucking husband has beaten me to it ... looks like I'm in for sloppy seconds. Oh well, no worries."

With that, she felt one hand press down hard on her back, just above her arse, keeping her upper body flattened while the other hand guided his cock into the furrow between her legs. He sliced his cock head up and down once, juicing it up with her liquids before nudging at her cunt entrance. With little ceremony, he shoved forward and Joanne felt the head push in. He held it there a moment and Joanne was ashamed to concede to herself that it did feel good.

With considerable restraint, Robert began a short seesawing motion, just pushing the head in and out of the first inch of her cunt. He was eager to plunge in deeper, but he found that the short thrusts were feeling good. Joanne thought so too and from her position flat on the table, she murmured a positive response that spurred Robert on.

"You liking it?" he asked.

"Uummmm!" she moaned, her breathing quickening.

"God, you're a hot woman."

She was whimpering constantly now as he maintained his short sharp thrusts not going in far, but maintaining a steady pressure right at her opening.

"Damn, I like that ... but I've got to have it all," he wailed and he thrust his pelvis hard up against her arse, shoving his cock in hard, getting the full length of it deep inside of her cunt in one long thrust.

"Oh yes ... do it!" she screamed back at him, her head turning to look back over her shoulder.

Robert upped the pace, driving his cock into her cunt like a piston in a car motor, maintaining a steady rhythm that sparked a reaction deep inside Joanne's body. She groaned, "Unnhh ... unnhh ... unnhh," her breath coming out in gasps and then she felt her lower body erupt and she struggled to hold steady on the table as her body spasmed while the man standing behind her never missed a beat.

The spasming began to subside, but just as her body steadied, she heard Robert call out from above her back, "Oh fuck ... you are so tight!" followed immediately by the heat of his spurting release of cum deep into her passage and his body fell forward heavily onto her back. His cock jerked its potent release into her cunt while both combatants dripped sweat from their pores at the culmination of a frantic workout.

"I'll bet he never got you into a lather like that," Robert boasted.

"He did okay ... don't put him down," she responded in Adam's defence.

"Gosh, I've missed that ... you have one magically tight cunt. No wonder I came so quickly."

"That was quick?"

"It was quick for me, babe ... only cause you've got such a hot body."

"Please don't tell Adam you've been here."

"Why not ... I like to tease the poor bastard."

"You've got a very cruel streak, Robert."

"You love getting it from me ... go on, admit it. I'm the only one that can give you a real workout. Wish I had time for that arse of yours ... but I'm in a hurry. Shit, look at the time ... I've got to be in the office in twenty minutes."

She felt him pull his still semi-hard cock from out of her cunt, a trail of his cum following his exit and dribbling down the inside of her thigh. He grabbed a lower corner of her silk wrap that now lay draped carelessly over her back ... he wiped his cock dry on the wrap.

Robert stuffed his cock back into his trousers and walked to the fridge. "Anything cold in here," he asked as he found a large bottle of orange juice and took it out. Next, he went searching for a glass. Joanne by now had pushed herself back up to a standing position although her hands still rested on the table to support her weight. Her legs were still shaking.

"God, I'm a mess," she confessed as she tried to close and tie the wrap around her body. She felt the sticky spot on the garment where he had wiped himself dry. "Oh, how did this get so wet? It felt like you came inside me."

"Yeah, I did ... I wiped my cock dry on the bottom of that."

"You're an arrogant prick!"

"Well, that's a nice way to talk to the man who pays your way. You be nice to me, you hear."

"What was this about having our first new client lined up ... is that true, or was that just a line to get into the house?"

"No babe, that certainly is true. Let me see..." Robert rummaged in his pocket and withdrew some written notes. "Wallace G. Wright is the man you will be entertaining."

"Wallace ... nobody's called Wallace."

"Yeah, well this guy is. He's about 60 years old, owns his business outright. He could be difficult to win over, he's been buying off our main competitor for the last ten years. We've never even got near him before."

"And when is he coming?"

"Thursday next week, babe."

"Oh shit, I've got a period due, it better come quick so I can be rid of it by Thursday."

"Damn, you better believe it ... I don't want any woman's business getting in the way of this man's business. How long do your's usually last?"

"It's pretty good actually, they never go more than five days with me."

He swigged down the last of his glass of orange juice. "Yeah, well you better get it soon ... today's Friday. Listen babe, I've got to get out of here. It was a great fuck, we'll save the coffee for some other time."

"No Robert, not another time ... our deal doesn't include you dropping in on me."

"It does you know ... it's just that I only thought of it today."

He let himself out and Joanne went off to the bathroom to clean herself up. She was pleased to detect some spotting on the tissues indicating her period was arriving already. 'Looks like I'll be clear of it by Thursday,' she thought. She called Robert at the office later in the day to reassure him ... she also asked him again not to say anything to Adam.

When Adam arrived home, she didn't know whether to say anything to him. If Robert had told him about his morning visit, Adam would be expecting Joanne to say something tonight. And if he knew and she didn't say anything, he would become suspicious that she was hiding it because of some hidden affection for Robert. She opted to keep quiet about it and Adam never let on that he knew anything at all.

Chapter 7

Joanne's period left her Tuesday night ... Wednesday she went shopping for a new outfit and underwear with which to impress Wallace G. Wright. She modelled the new gear for Adam on Wednesday night, but he wasn't actually very enthusiastic. Joanne understood why.

Adam left early for work on Thursday morning ... he had to detour via the Airport to pick-up their prospective new client. Adam was with him all day. Wallace was a strange little man, aged 62, only medium height, about 5'8" ... he wore a smart fashionable suit with a white shirt and a plain tie. He told Adam that in his spare time he was a lay preacher, assisting with the Sunday sermon at his parish church.

He said he had been married for 35 years and he and his wife had two grown up sons who chose not to follow him into the business. Adam took him to a good restaurant for lunch and part way through, Wallace excused himself to use his mobile phone to call his wife. "When I'm away from her, we talk two or three times a day," Wallace told Adam.

'Poor Joanne,' thought Adam, 'This is going to be a tough assignment.'

The prospective new client had shown a lot of interest in their plant and appeared to be impressed by the professionalism of their staff. So by 5pm when Adam took Wallace to Robert's office, he now thought that maybe they did have a chance, but Joanne would have to be careful that she didn't come on too strongly and scare him away.

Adam delivered Wallace to meet with Robert, then immediately excused himself to go to call Joanne to alert her to the many idiosyncrasies that he had detected during his long day with Wallace. When Adam rejoined the pair, Robert was already giving Wallace a rundown on the evening they had planned for him.

"Wallace, we have a lovely young woman named Joanne, she is our Manager for Client Relations. She is going to take you out to dinner tonight, now nothing is a problem for this woman, she is devoting her night to making sure that you have a good time in our little town."

"You don't have to do that ... really, I would be quite happy just going back to my hotel and having a quiet dinner on my own. That way I can absorb all that you guys have shown me today and that will allow me to make a decision very soon as to whether we have a business deal."

"Wallace, I insist," interrupted Robert. The lovely Joanne is going to be very disappointed if you turn her down. She couldn't be here to meet you today and, as I said, she is responsible for Client Relations. Her brief is to ensure that all of our clients are well satisfied."

"Robert, I don't want to appear rude, but I'm a very reserved person. I am quite nervous about meeting new people. It has taken me most of the day to warm to young Adam here. Of course, Robert, I've known you for a long time ... you have been trying to encourage me to buy off you for years. I just don't know how at ease I will be meeting someone new tonight ... it has been quite a tiring day."

This wasn't going well for Robert or Adam ... they had not expected that their first target would be reluctant to meet with Joanne. Adam decided to have a try at convincing Wallace. "Look, how about I come along with you ... just to introduce Joanne. If you don't feel at all comfortable staying to have dinner with her, then I'll help you to get away."

"That sounds good, son. I would feel a lot more comfortable if you were there ... and if you did that for me."

Robert was impressed that Adam had jumped in to save the situation ... for now. He was surprised because he expected that Adam would have a lot of negative thoughts about Joanne attempting to seduce this man, and would not have wanted to be around when the seduction started.

So the plan had changed. It had been intended for Adam to drive Wallace to his hotel, drop him off at the front door, giving Wallace time to freshen up before meeting Joanne for dinner. Instead, Adam still drove the prospect to his hotel, but he parked his car outside and went into the hotel with him.

Wallace checked in and then went upstairs to take his bag to his room. Adam told him he would meet him in the bar shortly. About 6.30, Wallace appeared in the bar and joined Adam on a stool. "What will you have, Wallace?"

"I'm not much of a drinker, Adam ... but to be social, I'll have a gin and tonic in a high glass, lots of tonic."

Adam ordered for the older man, holding two fingers up to the barman to indicate a double gin. Wallace missed seeing the signal. The two men settled into talking ... Adam figured that he had said enough through the day, he didn't want to oversell their products, so he kept the topics light.

Thirty minutes later, Joanne arrived at the hotel and went straight to the bar for the pre-arranged meeting that she thought was only with Wallace. Adam had his back to the door, so he didn't get to see his wife arrive. It was obvious though to Adam that she had arrived, because Wallace's eyes swung toward the door. Adam had been talking to him, but he had totally lost Wallace's concentration ... and this was a sober, God-fearing, lay preacher, devoted to his wife of 35 years.

Adam had a good idea of what had caught Wallace's attention. He turned to see his darling wife heading their way ... she looked a knockout. The striking 5'7" redhead was wearing her silky, shiny hair down tonight ... it flowed to her shoulders that were completely bare. She wore a strapless deep maroon dress that somehow stayed up only because of her ample 38" breasts, the tanned skin of which sloped down and under the top of the dress which sat a bare 2" above where her nipples would be.

Her dress was all the more remarkable for the fact that it wasn't straight across at the top, it curved down deep into the cleavage between her breasts, making a feature of her two globes. It was a scientific marvel that the underwired top of the dress managed to stay up, hugging her twin orbs.

The dress pulled in tight at the waist to accentuate that she was only 25" around there, a perfect hourglass figure with 37" of her womanhood at the hips. The dress didn't make it beyond the halfway point of her thighs, revealing at least 5" of bare legs above the knee and goodness knows how much more when she tried to sit on one of these bar stools. Her hose were dark, but not black and she walked with that fabulous feminine sway of a sexy woman that is highlighted when they wear the steepest of stiletto heels ... as she did tonight.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 04



Adam slipped off his stool and held his hand out toward Joanne, who showed a look of surprise to see her husband there. "Joanne, how lovely to see you again. Listen honey, a slight change of plans for tonight. Please say hello to Wallace and I'll fill you in."

Joanne recovered quickly from the shock of seeing her husband to proffer her hand toward Wallace, who by this time, had also slipped down off the stool. "Hello Wallace, I'm so pleased to meet you." The beautiful 26-year-old was laying on the charm for the 62-year-old businessman. Whilst clasping his hand, she also leaned forward and lightly kissed his cheek, giving him the opportunity to smell her expensive perfume as she pressed her ample breasts against his chest.

Adam quickly saw from Wallace's face that he was impressed merely by the presence of Joanne without her uttering any more than a greeting. "How do you do, Joanne. My dear, Adam and Robert held back on me, they never told me that I would be in the company of such a beautiful young woman tonight. It is indeed my pleasure to meet you."

Adam couldn't believe the change that seemed to have come over Wallace. From being the man who, a few hours ago, expressed his reluctance to have dinner with a woman, his face had lit up the moment that he first saw her. Adam had to concede that the way his wife looked tonight, she could melt an ice cube without touching it.

Wallace moved to assume the perfect host routine and Adam knew that their plans were back on track. "Would you like a drink, my dear?"

"Oh, thank you, Wallace ... err, may I call you Wallace?"

"Of course you can, Joanne. Here, please take a seat." He offered her Adam's seat, a tall stool at the bar. Joanne tried to raise her frame even higher than her stiletto heels would allow. She managed to get the cheeks of her bottom against the cushion of the stool and somehow slid her body up onto it as tastefully as she could in the short tight dress.

As her feet came up to rest on a rung of her stool, her thighs straightened out in front of her, knees almost touching Wallace who hadn't yet regained a seat on his stool. Her dress rode up so that it barely concealed her crotch, exposing most of her thighs and indeed the darker black elasticised band at the top of her stockings. Above that could be seen just a thin inch of bare skin that disappeared under the short mini dress.

Wallace was thankful for the stools ... standing alongside her in stilettos made him look even shorter than his 5'8" height. "You didn't say what you wanted to drink," he asked her.

"Oh sorry, Wallace ... err, I'll have a rum and coke thanks."

The barman quickly brought the drink and Wallace asked Adam if he would like another. It gave Adam his chance to leave the two of them alone. He wanted to get away quickly before Wallace remembered Adam's pledge to save him from having dinner with Joanne if he didn't want to.

"No Wallace, I won't thank you very much. I really have to go, must get home to my wife." Joanne thought it was a strange thing for her husband to say to Wallace at this time, but Adam was just trying to dispel any suspicion that Wallace might have. As it turned out, the comment was completely unnecessary because Wallace had no idea at all that the two people before him were indeed a couple.

"Oh too bad, Adam ... I really have enjoyed your company. Thank you so much for all you've done today. I was very impressed, you do have a good product range. I will need to sleep on it before I am convinced that I should give up my current supplier. It's a large slice of business, you know."

"Yes Wallace, it has been my pleasure to look after you today. Now, the beautiful Joanne here is going to look after you tonight." Adam and Joanne gave each other a long, lingering look, recognising that they both understood the major commitment that Joanne was about to make to their future financial wellbeing.

Adam turned back to shake Wallace's hand, then began to depart. He took two steps, then turned back to say, "Oh Wallace, what did you do with the contract we gave you?"

"I left that up in my room ... I haven't signed it yet. I told you that I wanted to sleep on it."

"Okay Wallace ... but Joanne here is a wonderfully persuasive woman. She may give you some more compelling reasons to sign it tonight."

"I hardly think so, Adam. Don't get pushy, I told you I'd sleep on it."

"Okay Wallace, good night you two."

With more sales pressure from the departing Adam, Wallace was pleased to turn back to look at the beautiful young woman who had sat down here with him. He may be a God fearing devoted family man and a lay preacher, but he still appreciated the sight of a beautiful woman ... and this lady seated before him was spectacular. Wallace got back up onto his stool.

Joanne saw his eyes flick downward to the large expanse of thighs and stockings that she was revealing as they began to talk ... general meaningless, getting-to-know-you type chatter. Sensing quickly that he was not averse to checking out the bits of body that were already revealed and looking for the bits that might be accidentally seen, Joanne began to use minor diversions. Like turning her head away to reach for her drink that she had purposely placed toward the back of the bar.

Joanne knew that each time she turned her head away, Wallace was taking advantage of a longer look at her thighs, thinking that she didn't know. She was so aware, however, that she was using those moments to spread her thighs slightly apart, letting him think that the gesture was an accidental consequence of reaching for her glass.

The ring-tone of his mobile phone interrupted their discussion and he flipped the top up to answer, telling her "I better take this." 

"Hello darling, yes I'm just fine. No, I'm sorry that I haven't called you yet. It's been a very long day ... the guys here have been very enthusiastic about supplying us and we're just about to sit down to have dinner together."

There was silence as Wallace listened to what Joanne assumed was his wife. She used the drink manoeuvre again to test his continuing interest in her while in the middle of a conversation with his wife. This time, she really spread her thighs, pushing her dress up higher ... if he was seriously looking, he would have to see a glimpse of white in the vee.

She turned back quicker than he would have expected and caught him ogling her lower body. When he looked back up, she gave him a wink and a cheeky smile. Wallace looked embarrassed and lost track of his wife's conversation.

"What ... I'm sorry dear ... what did you say? No ... I'm alright ... I was just distracted. Err ... just guys from the company here. Err ... who ... err, Adam and Robert. Yes, Robert owns the business."

Joanne saw in the dim light of the bar that he appeared to turn red. Was it the fact that she had caught him staring between her legs ... or that he appeared to be lying to his wife?

Wallace finished up the call quickly after that. He put the cell phone back in his pocket. "Sorry Joanne, err ... that was my wife. We talk every night when I'm away on business."

"Oh Wallace ... that's so sweet." She moved her hand off the bar and placed it gently on one leg, very high up on his thigh. He shifted nervously on the stool as he felt the warmth of her through his trousers and his eyes dropped to look at her hand. "Did she ask you who you were out to dinner with?"

Wallace looked very uncomfortable. "Err ... no ... not really ... well, she sort of did."

"And you told her you were out with Adam and Robert?" Wallace nodded sheepishly. "It's okay, Wallace ... I can understand that it might be hard to explain that those men have gone home to their wives and you're here in a bar ... with just me ... little Joanne."

"Yes, believe me ... she would not understand. Even more so if she could see how beautiful you are ... or that you're about my daughter's age."

"Oh Wallace ... how old is your daughter?"

"I've got two actually ... one's 36 and the other is 32."

"Oh dear, Wallace ... I'm a fair bit younger than that. Never mind, that's not important. Let's just forget all that and have a good time tonight. Tell me, have you ever had a chance to have dinner with a young lady when you've been on business trips before?"

"No ... no I haven't. I usually just have a quiet dinner alone, sometimes have it sent up to my room, then I just watch TV or get a pay movie through the hotel system."

"You don't watch those raunchy ones ... those X-rated films, do you?"

"No ... no I don't!"

"Come on Wallace ... don't hold out on me ... I'll bet you have once or twice. Just to see what they're like. I have to admit I have."

"Really? I wouldn't have thought a young woman like you would be watching that sort of film. I thought that it was more the men who watch those ... err, some men, I mean."

"Women like looking at some of the hunks in those films, just like you men like to see the pretty women."

"No ... well, I haven't."

"Hey, I tell you what. After we've had some dinner, why don't we go up to your room and watch one of those? It'll be a first ... the first time you've seen one and the first time that I've watched one with a man. What do you say?"

"No, I don't think so. Please, you're a beautiful young woman, don't be offended, but I'm a married man ... a God-fearing man. I don't think He would approve of me having a woman come up to my room ... especially if we were going to watch those sort of movies. Let's just have some dinner and then we'll call it a night."

"Okay, dinner it is!" said Joanne, tightening the grip of her fingers on his upper thigh before withdrawing her hand. She wasn't sure if that had been the right approach, she didn't want to scare him off too early in the night. This could prove to be a difficult sale to close.

She slid down off the tall stool, allowing her dress to get caught up under her arse. The hem of the dress rode up to fully reveal her white panties, they were so tiny that a strip of tanned skin on her belly above the white triangle was also revealed. Wallace didn't miss it, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head at the intimate sight. 

Joanne smiled as she caught him looking and her hands went down – but very slowly, giving him heaps of time to have a good look – straightening her dress back down as demurely as possible to mid thigh. "Ooh dear, those stools are quite tricky ... that was embarrassing."

Nothing more was said about it and she slipped her arm into his and they walked across to the maitre d' to see about getting a table for dinner.

They talked through dinner, but Joanne kept the conversation light, asking him questions about his family and his business, allowing him to feel comfortable talking about the proudest achievements in his life. They sat in a booth, Joanne had allowed her dress to ride up again so that when she excused herself to go to the ladies room, the table was so close that she had to slide out of the seat. This produced a similar result with the hem of her dress caught up on her hips and she gave Wallace another free shot at a flash of her white panties.

While in the ladies room, she schemed that she must raise the heat if she were going to get up to his room. When she got back to the table, she stood at the edge for a moment. "This dress is quite difficult to manoeuvre in, Wallace ... not meant for high stools and restaurant booths. Excuse me while I do this." 

Her hands went to her sides and she seductively pulled the bottom of the dress up to her hips. She again showed him a flash of white triangle and the bare tops of her thighs with her dark stockings held there by the elasticised black bands just two inches from the tops of her thighs.

Then she bent over and slid in under the table, back along the seat, going a bit further in than she had previously been sitting, so that her leg brushed up against Wallace's. Their desserts had arrived, Joanne was searching around for a way to innocently get her hand in Wallace's lap. She saw that his table napkin was lying on the table between them.

"Wallace, this dessert looks like it could be a bit drippy, we better use these again." With that, she scooped up his napkin and laid it across his lap, the move bringing the back of her hand across a firm bulge in his trousers. "Oh dear, I'm sorry, what's that?" she said as she discarded the napkin and turned her hand over to take a firm hold on the bulge, her fingers giving it a long and generous fondle.

His face went red and his eyes closed from the sensation of her fingers' touch. "Oh ... no, don't do that ... ummmm! Oh please!" he pleaded and her hand stopped its movement. But she still held on to his firm erection through his trousers. He offered her an apology for having an erection. "I'm sorry ... I really am ... no disrespect intended." 

"Wallace, don't worry. There's no harm done. You're just having a natural reaction ... that's good ... that's very healthy!"

"No it's not, I shouldn't get so excited like this. I'm 62, I'm a married man, my wife is at home, probably asleep ... and here I am, having dinner with a beautiful young woman, younger than my daughters. You smell so good ... that perfume is intoxicating ... and I can't stop looking at your breasts and I shouldn't be ... and I've seen under your dress a couple of times. It's all wrong!"

The next few minutes would be crucial for Joanne ... she had to handle Wallace's excitement with reasoning and compassion. "Wallace, don't get yourself so upset about it, it is a perfectly natural reaction for a man to have ... you've had a few drinks, some wine. You're obviously feeling very relaxed, I had the feeling that you are enjoying yourself..."

"Oh yes, I am ... please don't get me wrong. When you walked in, I had no idea how we could converse, just the two of us, for two hours or so. But it's been great ... you are so wonderful. I can see why this company employs you to look after clients and potential clients ... you can put them at ease. You've made me forget the world outside this restaurant tonight."

"We can even forget the world outside this hotel, Wallace. For a few hours, it can be just you and I." She squeezed his organ tightly and watched his eyes close momentarily. "I can see your reaction, Wallace. It seems to me like I may have caused this to get very big! If so, I'd like to help you to relieve it. I can do that for you ... upstairs in your room. I can make you feel like you never have before ... for maybe an hour or two."

Joanne had moved her body closer to him, so that her lips were barely an inch from his face as she seductively whispered her instructions. "When I leave your room, it's over, no ramifications, no regrets, just two people having made each other feel very good. Tomorrow morning, you will check out of the hotel, fly home to your family and your wonderful wife and they will all be happy to have their man home again. You might have a smile on your face for a few days, but you can just tell them that you're happy because you signed up a new supplier while you're away."

Her hand traced its way along his organ, still hampered by his trousers being in the way. But he was still able to feel good from the gesture. Joanne watched his face closely, this was the moment of truth. Was she going to be able to complete her seduction of this devoutly religious family man? 

Wallace's mouth was dry, he reached for his wine glass and took an ample swig. His head turned toward her, his mouth almost touching hers while one of her hands continued to hold his cock within his trousers. "We both know I shouldn't ... we both know it's wrong ... but I don't think I can walk away from you now."

She smiled a happy face and brushed her lips against his. "Thank you Wallace ... that would make me very happy to do something with this," and she squeezed his cock again. Then she turned to face the table and let go of his cock. "Let's finish dinner and we'll go upstairs."

They ate the desserts quickly and Joanne summoned the waiter for the bill. She signed for the meal, then turned to Wallace. "Are you ready?"

He smiled, "Yes!" and they each slid out on opposite sides from the booth. Joanne had one more dress malfunction and she looked across at Wallace as she smoothed it back down slowly. Only he wasn't looking back into her eyes. Eventually, when her dress was fully back in place, his eyes came slowly up her body to see her looking at him. 

She lifted her hand and wagged one finger at him. "You're a naughty man!" she said and he blushed, his face crimson.

She slipped her arm into his again and they departed the restaurant and crossed the hotel foyer to the elevators. They rode up to the tenth floor and made their way along the corridor to his room. Wallace fumbled for his door key, then managed to get the door open and they entered one of the hotel's best suites.

"Nice room," she said as she dropped her purse on a coffee table. They were in a small sitting room with a doorway off to the bedroom. She noticed that he looked nervous, not knowing what to do next. For now, she would need to continue taking the lead. "Show me the rest of it," she added.

She took his hand and she felt it trembling ... but she allowed him to lead her through the door into a second room, it was the bedroom containing a Queen size double bed. "Wow, plenty of room in here!"

Wallace looked a bit embarrassed and he turned to her. "Excuse me, I need to use the ... err, the bathroom ... I've got to take a piss."

"Sure Wallace, everybody has to sometime. Go ahead."

He went into an en suite bathroom just off the bedroom, leaving the door ajar. Mischievously, Joanne followed him into the bathroom and quietly came up to stand behind him. She pushed her body against his back, surprising him and reached her arms around him. Her hands reached for his cock and she grasped it. "Let me help you point it," she said cheekily, her face peeping around the side of his body as his urine flow started.

His cock was still semi-erect and the flow therefore stuttered, coming out in spurts. "I might not be able to do this with you touching me."

"Yes you can, just concentrate ... you obviously needed to go."

She just held his cock between her fingers without any sensual movement and after about a minute, the flow resumed. She had fun directing it toward the front of the bowl, then the back of the bowl. "So this is what it's like to pee this way ... I think I prefer sitting, you know where its going then."

When his flow appeared to have finished, she held his cock firmly between her fingers and shook it a couple of times. "Is this what I do, Wallace ... am I supposed to shake it like this?"

"Yes!" he answered, his voice croaking and she felt his organ growing rapidly in the grip of her fingers.

"Oh my goodness, you're getting big again, Wallace. I better do something about this." Joanne let his cock go and came around his body to face him. She turned him so that his back was against the bathroom wall, facing a long mirror. She was still in her high heels, so she was actually taller than him. She ducked her head down to kiss him ... it was passionate and she opened her lips and managed to worm her tongue between his. He groaned at the touch of their tongues.

The kiss was not a long one and when it ended, she stepped away from him, her hands reaching around behind her to find the clasp of her dress in the middle of her back. She managed to undo it, then lowered the zipper. Wallace could see past her to the mirror where the whole back of her body to her knees was reflected. He watched the dress parting at the back as the zipper slid all the way to base of her spine.

From the amount of her tanned back now on view, he could see that there was no bra strap, she had nothing under the dress until a thin strand of her white thong appeared, coming up from between her arse cheeks and going around the side of each hip. Joanne brought her hands back to the front and she eased the underwire top of the dress forward and off her breasts. Wallace's gaze was drawn back from the mirror, to the beautiful woman standing right in front of him.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 04



He watched as she eased the dress over the ample 38" breasts, exposing a perfect pair, the tips of her nipples erect and appealing, standing out like two beacons beckoning his gaze. She lowered the dress to her waist and then wriggled as she had to push the tight garment over her hips. Once she got it to her knees, it fell the rest of the way, pooling around her ankles.

Wallace didn't know where to look, his eyes darted from the prominent breasts, sitting high and proud just in front of him, to the mirror where he could now see the back of her naked body from head to knee. The only interruption to her all-over tanned skin was the thin strand of her white thong appearing from within the crease of her magnificent arse, the cheeks of which were also prominent twin mounds to rival her breasts in beauty.

When his eyes switched back to her breasts, her hands slipped under them, lifting them up, not that they needed much help. They stood proud and high on their own. "Would you like to kiss them, Wallace?"

He couldn't speak, he just nodded ... then slowly his head dipped down and he took one nipple between his lips and sucked. She brought her hands up to hold his head in place and to encourage his mouth to move around. "Feast yourself, Wallace," she told him and with her hands guiding his head, he did.

While his mouth was busy, sucking and licking her wonderful breasts, one of her hands slipped down to his belt and she managed to unbuckle it. Then, she unclasped the waistband and lowered the zipper. His trousers fell to his feet. Next, her hands slipped into the waistband of his underpants and she gently pulled them over his hard shaft, now fully erect.

As Joanne had expected, his mouth on her breasts was not very experienced, but she made a couple of encouraging murmurs. Then she pulled her body away from his and she looked down to see his cock standing straight out from his body. It was already leaking an ample quantity of clear pre juice. She took his hard cock in one hand and he gasped out loud.

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then she lowered her body down to squat on her haunches in front of him, the move bringing her head level with his horizontal cock. She opened her mouth and her tongue snaked out and licked the tip, soaking up some of the clear juice. She heard another loud gasp, this time from high above her.

"Aaahhh! No ... don't do that. I've just pissed from there, that's dirty."

"Wallace, now you just behave ... there's nothing that's dirty between a man and a woman." With that, her mouth opened wide and engulfed the whole head of his cock. He gasped aloud again, but he didn't tell her to stop this time. Her fingers played along the shaft while the liquid insides of her mouth swirled around the head of his cock, eliciting a constant guttural sound from Wallace.

His eyes had closed when her tongue and lips had first made contact with his cock, but now he forced them open, so that he could watch her reflection in the mirror, seeing the back of her head swirling around the tip of his shaft. Then his eyes dropped to look down at her in front of him and he watched as her head moved forward and her mouth slowly slid along his shaft, engulfing inch by inch of his hard erection.

She got most of it into her mouth ... Wallace didn't know how. Then he watched as her mouth retreated, right back until only the head of his cock hung between her lips. Then she repeated the move again, sliding her mouth fully back over his shaft. For Wallace, it wasn't just the incredible sensations he felt in his cock from her wet tongue, her supple pliant lips, her total mouth all the way deep to her throat ... it was also the sight of her doing that to him.

It was the fact that he and his wife had not engaged in sexual intercourse (he never called it that f word) for two months. That he had been erect since this woman first walked into the restaurant. That she was as good as naked in front of him. All of these things contributed to Wallace's cock, without any warning, suddenly exploding his cum into her unsuspecting mouth on just her fourth long push of his cock into her mouth.

He was of course embarrassed ... acutely so. No, he was more than that ... he was mortified that he would deposit his cum into a woman's mouth. He had never done that before ... and felt that it was not proper. Then again, his cock had never been inside a woman's mouth before, his wife had never suggested it, would never condone it.

Joanne had not seen or felt any signs that he was about to cum. Usually, his testicles would tighten, his cock would bulge. But she got no warning. She was just getting into it, sliding her mouth all the way down over his shaft. Her mouth full of cock, the first blast painted the back of her throat in the thick white cream. She grunted in surprise, but Wallace thought it was in disgust and as he realised what he had just done, he tried to push her head away.

Joanne was having none of that and she pushed his hands away, her mouth clamping over his cock to let him enjoy the pulsing, throbbing release of his cum into her warm mouth. A second spurt hit her tonsils and she swallowed the first to make room. Her tongue slurped around on the underside of his shaft and he produced again for her, a third but smaller package of cum pooling at the back of her throat with the second. She swallowed again.

Wallace's body sagged back against the wall, he looked down at this woman, watching her mouth firmly secured to his cock and wondered where his deposit had gone. She sensed that he was looking down at her, so without lessening her mouth's hold on his cock, her eyes tilted up to see his face. His were a mix of concern and satisfaction. He saw warmth in her eyes.

His cock was deflating, so she sucked long and hard one more time, cleaning every last dreg of his cum. His cock popped out of her mouth and she lifted her body up from the uncomfortable squatting position. 

When her eyes were level with his, she snaked her tongue out between her lips and licked. Wallace could see just a trace of white liquid on the tip of her tongue. "Did you swallow it?"

She nodded that she had, then parted her lips and closed the gap between them to kiss him. Wallace could taste something unfamiliar on his tongue as it twisted and wrestled with hers.

The kiss ended and she pulled back to look at him. "That was a bit quick," she said.

"I'm so sorry, I just couldn't stop it..."

She pressed her fingers to his lips. "No, hush ... don't be. It's my fault, I should have realised how close you were."

"And I'm so sorry for doing it in your mouth."

"Wallace, that's enough of the sorry. I wanted you to ... I wouldn't have done that if I didn't want you to come in my mouth. Has anyone ever done that with you before?"

"No," he answered sheepishly. "My wife never would."

"Did you like it?"

"Oh yes ... that's probably why I came so quickly. Your mouth just felt so good. But I wanted it to last. If I was going to take such a big step of cheating on my wife, then I wanted it to be really good. It was, but it was too quick."

"That's okay, Wallace ... but it's not over yet. Come on, let's go to bed. You can have a rest, then we'll really make you feel good."

"Oh, that's so nice of you, but I won't be able to do it again. I'm 62, Joanne ... I'm not a young kid anymore. Thank you for offering, but I think that's it."

"Nonsense, now come on. Let's put us both to bed."

She took his hand. He kicked the pool of his trousers off his feet and she did the same with her dress. Then, she led him out of the bathroom. She was still in the high heels and stockings, so her body looked good as she walked ... it swayed and rippled in all the right places. Wallace kept a step behind her and admired it, marvelling that he would be in the presence of such an amazing looking woman.

When they reached the side of the bed, she bent over to grasp the blanket and top sheet, folding them down. The move caused her arse cheeks to spread and Wallace could see more of the thin thong strand of her tiny white panties ... that was all that prevented him seeing her anus and cunt as she bent over. His limp cock twitched. Joanne got onto the bed and crawled across to the middle, turning to show him again the front of her body ... the beautiful face, her ample breasts, the thin waist, the tiny triangle of white that hid her secret treasures and the long tanned legs still encased in black hose.

Her arms opened to welcome him and he shed his shirt and singlet, then scrambled across to move into her embrace. They pulled the blankets up and snuggled into a warm hug. In no time, they were both asleep.

Wallace awoke with a start, he was in bed on his back and for a moment, he wasn't sure where he was. He felt a weight across his hips and he opened his eyes. Then the night and the location all came flooding back to him. Sitting astride his thighs was the beautiful Joanne. He blinked, taking in the vision of this wonderful young woman, her face smiling down at him, her breasts proud and erect, the nipples straining outward. His eyes dropped lower, the white triangle of her panties had gone but she still wore the dark stockings ... his eyes tried to see that part of her that had been hidden before. But he couldn't see past his erect cock, standing hard and straight up. Wallace was amazed as he remembered coming in Joanne's mouth, he didn't believe that he could get it up again so quickly.

"Wallace, you're awake ... that's great. I was worried that I was going to have to do all of this on my own."

"How long have you been awake, Joanne?"

She looked at the clock. "Oh, I don't know, about half an hour. I got up to take a pee, all that drink we had last night. Anyway, when I came back, you were sound asleep, lying there on your back, but I had a peep under the blankets and there was just a hint that we might be able to do something with you. So I lay here and had a bit of a play with you – I hope you don't mind."

His head nodded negatively, indicating that he didn't mind.

"So anyway, I just kept stroking you ... and what do you know, up you came. So I figured that we would have to do something about this. I had just sat up here on your legs and was trying to decide what to do next ... and you woke up. So now you can decide, Wallace. You're the one with the erection, where do you want to put it. You can put it anywhere you like, Wallace ... in any part of my body."

Joanne ... that felt amazing when I was in your mouth, but I know how nice it feels when my wife and I make love. I think I'd just like to do it normal, you know ... that way with you."

"So you don't want to do anything special ... anything wicked, Wallace?" She bent forward, her face coming toward his, her belly touching his erect cock and squashing it between their bodies. Close to his face, she whispered to him, "Do you want to put it up my arse, Wallace? You've probably never done that with any woman."

"I've never done anything with any woman other than my wife, Joanne. And we only ever do it the same way."

"Some men like to put it in a woman's arse ... it's very tight in there. You can if you want ... I don't mind. This night is for you!"

"Oh, I don't know ... that doesn't sound very normal. Isn't that what homosexuals do?"

"Well, yes they do, but men and women do it too, Wallace. Never mind ... how about we do it the normal way ... but to be different, I'll be on top, is that okay with you?"

"Yes ... yes, anything. I just like being here with you."

She kissed him, her lips locking with his in a passionate moment before she raised her body back up to a sitting position. "It looks like you're ready, Wallace. Will we do it now?"

"Yes" he gasped as she again took hold of his hard cock. She shimmied forward, moving up from his legs until her lower body hovered just above his upright cock. With her hand holding his shaft steady, she lowered herself so that her cunt lips ran along either side of his cock head. Each was moist with their juices. For a minute or so, she just slid her moist vaginal slit up and back along his rigid shaft.

She thought of pushing it up to her emerging clitoris and using his cock to arouse herself more, but she feared that he may again come too quickly if she tried to stretch out his pleasure to get hers. It was obvious that he was not accustomed to this type of intimate attention to his cock. Joanne assumed that when his wife consented, Wallace would just lower himself into position between her legs and thrust away as quickly as possible until he came.

Joanne looked down at Wallace and smiled, "Feeling good, Wallace! Do you like it so far?"

"Ummm!" was the best he could do, his eyes glazing over. He couldn't believe his good fortune, he had already come in her mouth quite spectacularly, if a little quickly. Now, here was this beautiful woman perched above his cock and obviously about to slide down over his shaft. Wallace braced himself for what he assumed would be quite overpowering feelings.

He felt his tip surrounded by something hot and squelchy and without looking, Wallace knew that his cockhead was now sheathed just inside her welcoming passage. Instinctively, he pushed up to try to continue the wet warmth along the rest of his shaft, but Joanne was ahead of him and she lifted with him, maintaining just an inch of him inside her liquid cunt.

He opened his eyes wide to gaze up at her. She saw him looking at her anxiously. "Easy darling, we've got plenty of time. You just lay there ... be still. I'm going to do everything for you." With that, she pushed her body down another inch over his cock, drawing out a contented sigh from Wallace. She found she could take the hand off his shaft now that two inches of him was captured by her tight wet cunt. With his eyes on her, she lifted both hands to her breasts and fondled them both. One finger came up to her lips and she licked it to wet it, then the finger gently touched one nipple and she rubbed it around and around, depositing her saliva.

Emboldened by her erotic display, he raised his own hands to her breasts, pushing hers aside and massaging them greedily. She closed her eyes, indicating to Wallace that she liked his manipulation of her breasts and nipples. "You're a very naughty man, you could get to like this, couldn't you?"

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed very expressively.

Now that she had encouraged his hands to fondle her, she tightened her thigh muscles, clamping her cunt around the two inches he had embedded in her, then relaxed them enough to slide another inch of her cunt down over his shaft. She looked down between her legs, she had half of him in her. "More darling ... do you want more?"

"Yes ... oh yes!" Wallace muttered breathlessly, again trying to push himself up into her.

She pushed herself down over him another inch, pausing to watch the effect, then went for one more. Afraid that he could lose it cheaply again, she went for broke and shoved her cunt down over the rest of his shaft, his cock bottoming out inside her hot cunt, a huge sigh of pleasure escaping his lips and his hands moulded her breasts even more enthusiastically.

She sat on Wallace, soaking up the intense pleasure she felt from the man's hard cock, nicely filling her cunt. The underside of her upper thighs were flattened against his hips as she ground her hot cunt down hard to get all of his shaft up inside her. "Ummmm!" she sighed loudly, letting Wallace know that she liked it.

Again, he tried to take over, attempting to begin an in-and-out stroking. She placed her hands on his chest, telling him, "Don't move ... don't you move. I'm going to do all the moving for both of us."

He steadied and she looked down to gauge the state of his excitement. Then, convinced that he had his arousal under control, she began to lift her body up off his shaft. His cock attempted to cling to the sensitive inner lining of her liquid cunt as he reluctantly felt himself dropping out of her, inch by inch. When only the head of his cock was all that remained, Joanne stopped, smiled down at the much older man and then allowed the pull of gravity to help her body descend once more down over his stiff appendage.

Wallace let out an expressive sigh as he felt his cock once more being enveloped inside her body. Again, his hands reached up for her breasts and became busy, touching and caressing the soft smooth skin of her twin mounds, occasionally getting a nipple between two fingers and pulling on it.

Gradually, Joanne got a rhythm going, all the while nervous about premature ejaculation for Wallace. As she descended down over his shaft for the fourth time, she observed that he seemed to be okay. His breathing was loud and deep. Her hand reached around behind her and her fingers closed on his balls, testing to see if they were hardening up for a release. They seemed okay.

She was enjoying the feel of his hands manipulating her breasts, although her own arousal was much slower than it would be if she were doing this with Adam or Robert, particularly with Robert. She was amazed how multi-orgasmic she had become whenever Robert's hard cock was plowing into her.

"Are you okay, Wallace? Do you want to keep doing it like this ... or..?"

"Yes ... yes," he answered eagerly.

"You were too quick answering. I was going to say are you happy for me to keep doing it sitting on your cock, or do you want to roll over so you can be on top?"

"No, no ... I'm quite happy! This is different from the way I do it with my wife."

"That's okay then. Now Wallace, I want this to last for you, so you warn me if you feel like you're getting too excited."

"Okay ... perhaps you better just stop for a minute.."

"What, already?"

"Yes, it's just feeling very good." He took a few deep breaths like he was hyperventilating and Joanne steadied her body on the end of a down stroke, feeling his shaft throbbing within her and hoping that it wasn't already too late for him.

They sat perfectly still like that for a couple of minutes, even his hands stopped massaging, just holding her breasts in the palms of his hands. She watched his face, looking for some signal to continue. At last, he nodded, "Okay, I think I'm alright now!"

With approval to proceed, she lifted her body and resumed the rhythm she had previously established, rising and falling on his erect shaft. For her own arousal, it was like starting all over again ... she had already lost those tingling feelings that had begun somewhere deep within her reproductive system. She attempted to ignite her own fire again, putting passion into each slide down over his cock, really grinding it down on him. One of her hands went to her clitoris, her fingers trying to get some action going there, if only by pushing on the flat lower tummy area just above her clit.

She was just building up a good steady rhythm and was starting to feel a pulsing coming from deep in her own body, when Wallace's body abruptly stiffened beneath her and he called out in alarm, "Oh no! No ... not yet!"

She stopped her actions immediately, answering him with "What ... what's happening?" But Joanne didn't have to wait for him to tell her ... as her own body stopped, she could feel his cock spasming deep inside her cunt and then the feel of his cum splashing at the door of her uterus.

Wallace moaned, "I didn't want to cum yet ... I tried to hold it back."

"Hey, it's okay ... just enjoy it. Let it come. That's the way, keep pumping it out. That's sweet, Wallace ... you're giving it all to me." She tried to sound positive and up beat for him, knowing how embarrassed he must feel at this moment, but within herself, she was feeling very frustrated. Her movements up and down on the lay preacher, who lay spread out beneath her, had begun to stir a rumbling deep down inside her. Now it had been cut off and she was left with having climbed the peak twice ... for a nil result on the orgasm scale.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 04



Realising that her pursuit of pleasure must be incidental to ensuring that Wallace had a good time with her in his bed, Joanne concentrated on working the muscles in her abdomen to squeeze his cock, drawing out every last drop of cum from him. She felt his cock deflating and knew that it would be virtually impossible to rouse him for a third go. 'I hope that I've done enough to encourage him to sign ... Robert said if he leaves this city without signing, there will be little chance of getting his business,' reflected Joanne as Wallace was lost in the after-glow of his release.

Joanne lowered her body down flat onto Wallace, her hair falling in his face as her head rested in the crook of his neck. He brought his arm around her shoulders protectively and hugged her warm curvaceous body to him.

"Joanne, I want to thank you for giving me a wonderful evening..."

"Wallace, I don't need to leave ... I can stay here with you. All night, if you want."

"No dear, I am very sorry for my inadequacies ... I have to admit that I have never been a good lover. You have been just sensational ... and you have made an old man very, very happy. I can't recall when I last came twice in a night ... if indeed I ever did."

"Wallace, I am glad that you're feeling good ... but if you like, we can just go to sleep now. I'll stay here with you ... and when we wake in the morning, you'll be a new man and we can try one more time."

"That's a very ambitious thought, and maybe ten years ago, it could have been possible ... but not at my age now. Look, I'm extremely happy. I don't want to seem rude – or ungrateful ... but I think perhaps that you should go. I am already having pangs of conscience about what I have just done ... I mean my being unfaithful to my wife. If I were to wake alongside you in the morning, I am sure that I would be riddled with guilt. As it is, I can think back to this night and tell myself that I dreamed that I was inside your beautiful body."

She raised her head and looked down at his face. "Okay, if you insist. But Wallace, I want to thank you, I had a wonderful time with you..."

"My dear, no more ... don't say any more. You are a very valuable employee of Robert's company ... very valuable. I don't know how often you sleep with clients ... or potential clients ... and I really don't want to know. You have made an old man feel extremely good, and I know that right now, you're thinking how do I get his signature on the order? I will make it very easy for you. I am quite comfortable laying here in bed like this, so I will stay here. But if you would be so good as to get up and go to the table in the next room ... there you will find the contract. Bring it to me here ... I will sign it now."

'What an astute man he is ... and such a nice man too. I hope that they are like this,' thought Joanne. She lifted her lower body off Wallace and his cock slipped easily out of her cunt. She rolled to the edge of the bed, got up and walked into the next room. She picked up the contract and a nearby pen and returned into the bedroom, walking up to the side of the bed.

Wallace lifted himself up to rest on one elbow while he signed two sets of the contract, initiating his first order with the company. While he did that, Joanne picked up her thong and seductively drew it up her legs, pulling the string sides up high to slot the thin garment into position under her crotch and between her arse cheeks while she had her back to him. She turned to face him and adjusted the panties at the front, spreading the sides of the triangle to ensure that it would cover her pubic region, catching the seepage of cum that had now started flowing from her cunt.

Next, she slipped her stiletto heels on and walked into the bathroom to retrieve her dress. Reappearing, she continued the seductive display for Wallace ... somehow managing to squeeze her fabulous body into it. She looked in the mirror and played with her hair a little, trying to make it look tidy again. All the while, Wallace had watched her every move from the bed, admiring her exquisite form and attempting to store the images of her undressed into his brain's memory bank.

She walked to the bed and he handed her the contracts and the pen. She bent over and kissed him quite passionately on the lips. When it was over and she resumed her position standing by the bed, she bade him farewell. "Wallace, thank you so very much. It has been my pleasure to do business with you, and a pleasure to come to bed with you. You truly are a gentleman ... oh ... and whether you believe me or not ... I swear that you are the first client that I have been to bed with."

"Dear sweet Joanne, you know, I believe you ... and I am indeed honoured. I will never forget you, but even though I am now a client, I can never do this again. You could become addictive to me ... and I really wanted to grow old gracefully with my wife. Thank you again, I am sure that you can let yourself out."

Joanne nodded and turned to walk across the room, tucking the contract under her arm. At the door to the other room, she turned and blew Wallace a kiss, then disappeared out through the door to the living area. Wallace watched her go, his eyes enjoying the last glimpse of her undulating body, then he heard the outer door shut behind her. He was asleep in five minutes.

Chapter 8

When Joanne had arrived in the bar hours earlier, Adam had stayed only long enough to assure himself that Wallace was comfortable in his wife's presence and then departed the bar. But he didn't want to leave the hotel. As much as Wallace appeared to be a perfect gentleman, Adam was hesitant about leaving his wife with another man. This was a completely different circumstance to the one that confronted him when Robert had summoned them both to his house. That had turned out to be a very painful emotional experience for Adam.

Tonight, Adam wasn't quite sure how he felt about his wife giving herself to this man, who may – or may not – be a new client by dawn. He further pondered how long she would be here ... he knew from talking to Wallace through the day, that Joanne may not even get up to his room to use her feminine wiles of seduction.

So Adam left the bar, appearing as if he was heading for home ... a home without his wife there to greet him this night. He reached the hotel foyer, stopped and looked around ... then he went to a far corner and sat in one of the comfortable lounge chairs there. He couldn't see into the bar from there, so this would not become a permanent vantage point from which to watch the initial seduction.

He allowed ten minutes to go by, believing that Joanne would not waste a lot of time in getting Wallace to a dinner table, progressing the action into the next stage. Adam rose and walked back across the foyer to the entrance to the bar. He peeped in and, sure enough, Wallace and Joanne were no longer sitting at the bar.

He entered the bar tentatively and peered into the dining area beyond. There, at a booth in the far corner were his wife and his potential new client, deeply engaged in conversation. Adam made his way to a stool at the far end of the bar, from where he had a good view of the booth in which the couple sat. His stool was also well away from any traffic way, such as the path to the toilets and the exit from the restaurant and bar. Nobody should pass by him and he could sip a drink and watch his beautiful wife at work, believing it was doubtful that the couple would see him.

The barman was kept occupied by a talker at the other end of the bar so he didn't seem curious at Adam's single-minded attention to the couple in the booth in the corner. Adam was impressed that his wife appeared to be keeping a steady flow of conversation going. After a while, he saw her pick up her purse and realised that she was about to go to the ladies room.

He watched her shuffle out of the booth, bent half over because of the closeness of the table to the long bench seat on which she had sat. When she cleared the booth, Adam was stunned to see that as she stood upright - her back to her husband – the bottom of her dress was above her hips. He could see an ample amount of her bare bottom, her thong either obscured within the fold of her arse cheeks, or maybe even discarded. 

Besides being aroused by the sight of her bare arse while she was out with another man, Adam then realised that from where she stood in her stiletto heels, the still seated Wallace would be looking almost straight at her pubic area. He would be seeing either a small white triangle of her panties ... or, perhaps even her naked mons.

As Adam watched, stunned, he saw her wriggle the dress back down and saw his wife smiling to herself as she walked through the restaurant toward the toilets, male heads turning as she passed. He felt a mixture of pride at seeing the men admiring her beauty, but also a twinge of jealousy that old Wallace would be the beneficiary of her charms this night.

Adam took a long sip from his glass to quench the dry throat he now had. He got the bartender's attention and ordered another drink. It came just as he saw Joanne emerge from the ladies room and walk seductively through the restaurant back to the booth. He watched as she reached the table, then stood in the same position as before, facing Wallace and intentionally using both of her hands to raise her dress above the bottom of her panties. Adam saw her continue to lift it until her dress sat so high, he could this time see where her thong emerged from the crease at the top of her arse. 'So at least she is still wearing panties,' thought Adam.

He could see her saying something to Wallace, who never raised his eyes above the level of her crotch. Then she slid back in along the bench seat of the booth. From where Adam sat watching, even he could see that she had slid in further than before and must now almost be touching Wallace. He watched as she picked up the table napkin and laid it across the man's lap. Adam wasn't close enough to see where her hand now lay, but he could at least see from where her arm was, that her hand must be somewhere beneath the table. He also observed Wallace's surprised look ... then Joanne's face moving so close to Wallace that she could almost be kissing him. 'Surely she's not touching his cock?' wondered Adam.

'How do I feel?' thought Adam. 'I am actually watching her seduce this man ... a man who told me how proud he was of his 35 year marriage. Should I be equally proud of my wife ... of her incredible ability to seduce a man that I doubted could be seduced? Or, should I be cringing with shame that our marriage has reached this point? And, worse still, why do I have a massive boner in my trousers at the moment ... so much so that it would be embarrassing if I was forced to stand up.'

Eventually, he saw Joanne turn away from Wallace and they both began eating their desserts ... it seemed hurriedly. Before she had finished hers, she caught the waiter's attention and he quickly delivered a bill. Adam watched her sign for the meal and then she again slid out of the booth. This time, Wallace slid out from the opposite side.

Again, Adam saw that her dress was up high on her hips as she stood there momentarily, watching the older man with her. Whereas previously, he had been sitting while she stood, this time Wallace was standing opposite her, but his eyes were cast down, looking directly at her exposed panties. Adam watched as his wife wagged a cheeky finger at the man and then she pulled her dress back down and slipped her arm into the man's as they departed the restaurant.

Adam watched as they went, nervous about what his wife was about to do with another man. Yes, it was with his approval, but he couldn't help feeling some regret at what would be happening in Wallace's guestroom in the next few minutes. 'I wonder if she would tell me everything that happened up there if I ask her when she gets home,' thought Adam.

Meanwhile, Adam's erection still raged unabated ... how long would it be before he could comfortably get off the stool and leave the bar. It would be a long while if he didn't stop picturing Joanne lying naked with Wallace, but he couldn't get that image out of his head. Adam ordered another drink.

Chapter 9

Joanne got home at around 2.30am. Adam had left a few lights on for her. She went straight to the bedroom, surprised but pleased to see a bedside lamp on in there. Adam was awake, reading a book which he put down immediately his wife appeared.

"Jo, it's great to see you ... I think you're earlier than I expected, but I really don't know how long I thought you would be. So how did it go ... tell me everything?"

She opened her purse and removed the folded documents. "One down ... three to go," she proclaimed jubilantly, a big grin on her face.

"That's great ... but how are you? Was it okay? Was he nice ... he didn't hurt you? Tell me everything, please."

"Honey, he couldn't have been nicer ... what a gentleman. So polite ... I almost felt guilty seducing him."

"Yeah, but no wonder you did. You look a million bucks in that dress."

"What would I look like if I took off my dress." Joanne reached behind her and lowered the zip, turning her back to him as she stood at the end of their bed. She lifted the dress off her breasts (he couldn't see that move) and then pushed it down over her body. As the dress fell to the floor, she bent forward from the waist, giving him a superb view of her arse, the cheeks spreading to reveal the thin strand of her thong, not wide enough to totally obscure her anus and cunt.

"Oh Jo, get over here now." He threw back the top sheet to reveal that he was naked in bed and he had an impressive erection.

She spun around, slipping off the high heels as she stumbled toward their bed. "I wasn't sure if you'd be awake ... then I thought you might have wanked too much."

"I didn't ... I haven't had a pull all night. But this prick of mine won't go down."

She clambered onto the bed. "Good, that's just what I need."

"Jo, I thought you'd be well satisfied by now ... I thought that I might have to talk you into it at this hour of the morning."

"Honey, I haven't come ... he's not very good in that department. God, I was crawling up the wall after he came the second time. I got revved up about three times ... and never got to finish any." She threw herself into his arms, grabbing his hard cock in one hand and stroking it.

He responded quickly, rolling her over onto her back and one hand went to her breasts, fondling while his mouth moved in and claimed the other, sucking her nipple into his mouth and applying his tongue to the now hardening little bud.

"Oh God, I want you so badly," she enthused in his ear. The hand slid down over her belly and steadily inched toward her mound. She raised her pelvis up off the bed to meet his roaming hand. "Yes ... yes, touch me there!" He did.

"You're wet already," Adam exclaimed, then corrected himself when reality hit. "Oh, it's his, isn't it? You've still got his cum inside you."

"Some of it, Adam ... only some of it. I've been leaking for the last half-hour. Please don't be put off by that ... I want you inside me now, honey."

He didn't need to be asked a second time. Adam's fingers found her clitoris and circled it several times before sliding his fingers along her slit, separating the outer labia lips as his body shifted on top of hers and his legs pushed between hers, forcing them to spread. He pushed his cock to where she had parted the pubic lips and pressed it in at the opening to her cunt.

"Oh yes, Adam ... in there ... I want to feel you in there now!"

So it was that at nearly 3am on Friday morning, Adam plunged his rampant cock into his beautiful wife, Joanne and proceeded to thrust solidly in and out of her hot moist cunt. Adam loved it ... he had waited all night for this. Joanne loved it ... she was about to finally get the throbbing sexual release she had craved all night with Wallace.

Adam could sense the signs ... Joanne's thighs were trembling, the muscles in her cunt were attempting to grasp his cock harder and tighter. His wife was about to come. Her breathing was fast and laboured. His hard, plunging cock drove into her with blinding speed, her gasping moans rose to a crescendo and she came ... in violent pulsing spasms and with a high degree of loud moaning.

Adam came too, thrilled to get satisfaction from his spasming finish, but his climax paled when compared to the bells and whistles that went off in Joanne's body. It had taken all night, but she was at last completely satisfied ... and content.

To be continued – the next target isn't as easy as Wallace was.



Working For His Promotion Pt. 05



Warning: This story contains very detailed descriptions whenever sex occurs.

You really need to read the earlier Parts, but in summary, this is our story so far: Adam is 28, married to Joanne, 26. He has a new job in management for a large company in a small town. The couple goes to a party at his boss' house and the boss, Robert is immediately attracted to Joanne. Robert blackmails the couple - by threatening the security of Adam's new job - into allowing Joanne to spend a night with him.

Robert then makes an incredible offer for Joanne to join the company too and for Adam & Joanne to try to sign up four new major clients, using Adam's sales abilities and his wife's seduction techniques. If they can sign all four, Robert will give the couple 20% ownership of his company. In Part 4, Joanne worked her feminine wiles on 62-year-old Wallace and he signed.

Reflecting on the past night's events, Joanne remembered Wallace fondly. The night had not been at all as she had expected. Without any advance information on the four prospective clients that Robert expected her to seduce, she had somehow formed an opinion that they would all be similar men to Robert. How wrong she had been with number one.

She liked Wallace very much, probably because he wasn't demanding, arrogant and over-confident, all the things she resented about Robert. Wallace was a meek little older man who was extremely grateful for how she treated him. Yes, at the time, it was very frustrating for Joanne in that she couldn't come. But after getting home and being back in her husband's arms again, an earth shattering orgasm swept away all the frustrating moments with Wallace and left just pleasant memories. 

Joanne certainly wished there would be more like him as she attempted with her husband to gain four new clients for the company. How wrong could she be? It turned out that Wallace was unique, a one-off among the company's prospective clients. Robert this time delivered the news of a second prospective client visit in a phone call to Joanne.

"Hello Joanne, its Robert. How did you go last night? Wasn't too hard for you, was it?"

"Oh hello Robert, no it wasn't. Oh my goodness, he was so sweet ... what a nice little man."

"What a nice little client, Joanne ... you did very well. Congratulations, you and Adam are on your way to owing a piece of my business. If you can get all four, you will totally deserve it. I hear he wasn't too good in the satisfaction department, eh Jo? Left you wanting, eh? You should have called me on your way home ... I'm always good to help you with that ... you should know that by now."

Joanne ignored him. "So is that all you want, Robert?"

"No, I actually called to give you your next assignment ... we've got a Nick Marshall coming in on Tuesday to see the factory, get the tour and the sell from Adam, get the invitation from me for him to have dinner with you ... and then jackpot. All his Christmases will come at once when he gets with you."

"Tuesday, that's soon after the last one ... they're coming thick and fast now, Robert."

"Well, your last one was the fast ... with any luck for you, this might be the thick." He laughed uproariously down the phone line at his little joke.

"We'll see, Robert ... I can only do my best," she replied, again ignoring his side comments. "Should I wear the same dress again?"

"Well, what do you think, Joanne? Did you feel good in it?"

"Yes I did, actually!"

"Did you feel really sexy?"

"Err ... yes, I think so."

"Then you can go with it again ... if it works for you, if you feel sexy in it, then you're halfway there to achieving what you set out to do. But if you feel you want to get something even sexier, you know by now which stores I have an account at. Babe, I gotta go, I'll be in touch."

When Adam got home that night, Joanne was still upset that he had told Robert that Wallace wasn't very accomplished in bed. "Adam, you really shouldn't have said anything to Robert about that. I only mentioned it to you in a moment of 3a.m. passion to let you know how much I wanted you. I didn't mean for you to blab about the poor man being too quick in coming. That was personal between Wallace and me."

"I didn't think about that, honey. I only mentioned it in passing ... didn't see that it would hurt."

"Adam, now that he's going to be a client, having Robert know he's a – what do you call it – premature ejaculator ... well, it might come up some time. Then Wallace will think I blabbed all about him."

Adam looked at her curiously. "Did you like this guy, Jo? Do I have something to worry about now that he's a client? Have you fallen for a 60 year old dude?"

"Oh, don't be stupid," snapped back Joanne. "He was just a very nice innocent old guy, who's never done it with anyone but his wife ... and then, never any way but with him on top and her underneath. And don't go telling that to Robert."

"So what did you do with him, Jo? What treats did you give him to get him to sign the contract?"

"I think that should stay between Wallace and me, Adam ... since now I know you have a tendency to blab to your great friend, Robert."

"No no ... no way ... we're partners, Jo. You and I, we're in this for the long haul, working as a team now ... for our future together. And don't call Robert my great friend ... this is purely a business arrangement between an employer and an employee."

"So that's the reason that I'm supposed to tell you all the intimate details of my night with Wallace. If we're such a team ... in this together ... I don't see you taking a turn in bed for a few hours with one of them."

"I would do my part, Jo ... if we had a female client prospect, I'd be more than happy to play my part, get on my back and tell her to go right ahead and fuck me."

"Ooh ... it's so unfair. I have to always do the hard bit."

"Hey Jo, fair's fair, I work hard too ... it's just that my bit is mentally tough."

"How so?"

"Well, I've got to talk to a stranger all day, keeping it bright and breezy, as well as give him all the sales pitch, without overselling it. Then, at night, I've got to sit around at home, worrying about you, hoping that you're all right, that they're not too demanding on you. Worrying if it will work and that they'll sign."

She sat down on his lap and smoothed his hair back with her fingers. "Oh poor baby, it's just so tough doing that part of it..." Sarcasm was dripping in her voice, "...while I've only got to lay back in their bed and think about you while they fuck me for hours and hours at a time."

"There weren't too many hours and hours in it last night, from what you said about Wallace."

"Yeah, well I'm just generalising. It would be nice if they were all that easy, but I'm not expecting they will be. Maybe the next one will go for hours and hours."

"Be careful what you wish for ... so honey, tell me about Wallace, what did you do to him to tempt him out of the missionary position? You must have been good to get him to come so quickly?"

Joanne stared into Adam's eyes, debating whether or not to tell him anything and wondering why he was so curious. He seemed to keep steering their conversation back to her night with Wallace. "Well, when we got up to his room, I sneaked up behind him and grabbed his cock while he was peeing."

"Christ, what did he do?"

"I think he liked it, because he had trouble continuing to pee, and then it started getting bigger." Joanne was sitting squarely in his lap and she felt his cock twitch under her bottom. Smiling at him, she continued, "Then I stood him up against a wall in the bathroom, so he was facing the long mirror over the vanity and I took off my dress so that I was only wearing my thong and my stockings ... oh, and also my high heels. Mustn't forget the heels ... made me very tall."

"Yes, go on," her husband said breathlessly.

She paused, looking again into her husband's eyes, feeling his cock nudging up hard against her arse through their clothing. "Now he could see my bare back in the mirror. Then I got down in a sort of squatting position, like a baseball catcher ... only I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and sucked on it until he came."

"Did you swallow?"

"Yes ... yes I did." Joanne was frowning at him now; "I can't believe you, Adam Hamilton. I'm telling you about what I did with one of your clients, and you are getting so turned on, your cock is about to bore a hole in my dress. Why would me having sex with another man be such a turn on to you?"

"I don't know, honey ... I can't explain it ... it just is. Don't stop, please don't stop, tell me some more" He was wriggling around beneath her, trying to get the ridge of his clothed cock to slot into the crease of her arse.

She jumped up from his lap. "No, go to hell ... better still, go wank yourself. I'm not having you getting off on what I did with that nice man Wallace." She stormed off into the kitchen to continue preparing dinner.

Joanne had calmed down some by the time she and Adam went to bed. As he changed, she saw that his cock was still hard and she remembered that she had only come one – at 3a.m. this morning – since her frustrating night with Wallace. "I'm not going to read tonight," she told Adam, switching off her bedside lamp. That was intended as her code to Adam to indicate that she wanted him to make some moves on her. He did.

Joanne's body gave her a throbbing, pulsing, satisfying orgasm in only a short time ... Adam struggled with his control, trying to hold himself off to arouse her body to respond a second time. While he continued to stroke his cock into her, he looked down into her eyes and spoke. "Jo, how about one night ... would you take everything off and put on a thong and stockings and suck my cock in front of the bathroom mirror?"

"So you could watch me sucking your cock in the mirror like Wallace did last night?"

"Yes!" gasped her husband between thrusts.

She smiled at his request in the middle of his thrusting strokes into her deep, moist cunt. "Would you really like to see that? Me dressed ... or undressed like that?"

"Yes," he muttered breathlessly.

Her teasing eyes looked up at him as her body accepted his firm thrusts and she said in a soft, hushed voice, "Only if you'll come in my mouth so I can swallow all of your cum. I'd like that!"

"Oh hell," he screamed out and she felt his hot release of cum deep into her cunt. Her intimate words had precipitated a sudden end to their lovemaking, ending any chance of having her come again. She didn't mind, she laughed at his instant reaction to her teasing words.

Chapter 10

Joanne and Adam enjoyed some more happy and tender times in bed over the next few days as she mentally prepared herself for Tuesday night, knowing that this client target would probably be vastly different from Wallace. How different she could only guess at, and several times she caught herself daydreaming about the possibilities of this new man's lovemaking style and ability to please.

Adam met Nick Marshall at his office at 9.30am on Tuesday morning. Straight up, Adam knew that this would be a more challenging assignment for his beautiful 26-year-old red-haired wife. This man appeared to be in his mid thirties, he stood just on six feet, was sort of good looking in a rugged way. Adam even thought to himself that Joanne might be quite attracted to him and, unlike Wallace, this man would be no more than ten years older than she.

But in Nick Marshall, Adam also saw almost a younger version of Robert ... the man appeared to be cocky, super confident and a bit of it know it all. Basically, Adam wasn't too impressed with him. They managed to get on all right through the day as Adam conducted him through their plant and gave him the sales pitch. Over lunch, Adam learned that the guy was married with two kids, both under five. But Nick also revealed that marriage hadn't stopped him chasing the women. He was what was quaintly called a ladies man or womaniser.

"So what's this town like for chicks after dark, Adam. What do you think ... am I any chance to get laid tonight? I've got to get myself a stray bit before I get back to the little wifey."

Adam cringed, he couldn't bring himself to say to his guest, 'Sure no problem, Nick ... my wife is going to be your stray bit tonight. She's gorgeous, you'll love her, and you can go on and fuck her all night until you sign our goddamned contract.'

No, Adam did find that very hard to say. Instead, he told Nick between gritted teeth, "Actually Nick, we've made arrangements for you to meet for dinner with a lovely lady called Joanne, she's our Manager for Client Relations."

"Fancy title, what does that mean? Does that mean she puts out for the clients?" Nick thought that was pretty funny and his laughter echoed around the restaurant. Adam could only manage a half-smile, and then only to be polite. Inside, he was seething that this man was demeaning his wife in this way.

"I think that you'll find her very friendly and charming, Nick," Adam told him politely.

"You can shove your charming, Adam ... I don't get away from home often enough these days. I'm looking for friendly and then some."

Adam changed the subject. Already, he knew that this would be a tough night for both he and Joanne, but at this stage, he didn't know how tough it was going to get. The big surprise was to come when he and his guest adjourned to Robert's office for drinks around 4.30pm.

"So has Adam told you about our invitation for you to have dinner with Joanne, our Manager for Client Relations?"

"Yes Robert, he did. Bit short on detail, though. Is she a bit of a looker?"

Whereas Adam had held back telling Nick how beautiful Joanne is, Robert was obviously keen to promote her looks and talent. "Absolute knockout, Nick ... beautiful redhead, with long legs, all the way up to her arse ... and what an arse. To die for, Nick!" Adam cringed again at Robert's description of Joanne.

"You're not putting me on, Robert. Is she really that good?"

"Tell him, Adam ... tell him how good Joanne is. Tell him how much he will enjoy her ... err ... her company." Robert smirked at Adam's discomfort, his cruel streak surfacing again. 

Adam wanted to look away ... he really didn't want to hear any of this conversation. "Yes, great Nick ... a real knockout!" Adam tried to hard to sound positive and convincing.

Nick turned to look at Adam. "Sounds like you'd like a piece of her arse too, Adam. You're not pining for the Manager for Client Relations, are you? Want to get a piece of that for yourself, eh? And you ... a married man, shame on you."

The irony was not lost on Robert and he enjoyed a great belly laugh, relishing young Adam squirming at the suggestive comments about his wife.

"I'll tell you what, guys," said Nick thoughtfully. He walked across the room to put an arm around Adam's shoulder. "I like this guy, I've been with him all day ... he's good, he knows his stuff. I'd like Adam here to come along to dinner tonight. Get this Joanne woman to bring a girlfriend along ... for Adam. We can double date."

You could have heard a pin drop in that office. Adam and Robert both stared blank-faced at each other ... neither had contemplated the possibility that this might happen. Even Robert's crass pleasure at Adam's plight had disappeared with Nick's suggestion. What were the two men going to do about this predicament? How would it affect Joanne's seduction of the prospect ... and even if they agreed, how could they find someone discreet at such short notice as a date for Adam? And what would Joanne think about that?

Adam at last broke the awkward silence. "No, that's very nice of you, Nick ... but I don't think I could do that, my wife's expecting me home for dinner tonight."

"I won't take no for an answer, Adam ... I think we could have a good time of it out there, play up a bit. You want my business, don't you ... well, let's see how badly."

Adam didn't appreciate the taunt, but Robert took it seriously. "Come on now, Adam ... I'm sure that your wife would be very understanding ... you'll just have to tell the little woman that there is an important potential client in town. Duty calls, I'm sure that Joanne can find someone for you. If not, I'll go through my little black book and see who I can come up with."

"Hey, that's the spirit," Nick came in on Robert's side, seeing that he had Adam's boss supporting his request for the young executive to join him.

Adam glared back at Robert, who seemed to be planting him in deeper in this mess. "I'll have to make some calls, see what I can do," said Adam. "Please excuse me, guys."

Adam slipped out of Robert's office and raced downstairs to the privacy of his own office, where he dialled Joanne. "Hi honey, bad news."

"What ... what is it, Adam? Is dinner off ... doesn't this Nick guy want to meet me?"

"Oh, he wants to meet you alright ... but the trouble is that I've been getting on too well with him all day. We just went to Robert's office for drinks and Nick sprang a surprise on us. We had already told him that he would be having dinner with you ... but now he wants me to join you two...."

"What ... no way ... what for?"

"That's not all, honey. He wants a double date, he wants me to join you two and for you to bring a girl for me. Can you believe it?"

"There is no way you are coming too ... I couldn't do this in front of you, I would be so embarrassed. And I certainly don't want you along with someone else, just tell him you can't make it and that I can't find anyone for you."

"I tried that, honey. I said that I had to go home to my wife, but he pulled the I'm your likely new client trick. He's using the fact that we want his business as a lever to force me to go out with you two."

"I've told you Adam, I mean it ... I cannot do it if you're along too ... and I certainly couldn't cope with having you and another girl cuddling in the corner. Get out of it whatever way you can, but get out of it. I mean it, Adam ... I won't do it if you're along."

"Jo, I know how you feel, but we may just have to wing it. He's worth a lot of money for the company and if we snare him, we're halfway to being millionaires."

"I won't do it, Adam ... you fix it!"

Joanne hung up on him. Adam was distraught, he didn't know how to handle this situation. But he had to get back to Robert's office, he didn't want Nick to get suspicious. Adam hurried back upstairs to the top management floor. Robert was out of his office, talking to his PA, Nick was obviously still inside on his own. Adam hurried up to Robert and spoke in hushed tones, trying to keep the conversation from the PA.

"Jo won't do it, she says she won't double date, she doesn't want me there while she's working on him."

"What about a friend, has she got someone for you?"

"Robert, are you not hearing me? She won't do it!"

"That's crap, she'll be doing it. You leave it all to me, you take Nick to his hotel, I'll call Jo and tell her what's happening."

"Do you want to tell me while I'm here?"

"Helen here..." Robert was referring to his PA and was speaking loud enough for her to hear. "...tells me that there's a young girl – 20 year old – from the typing pool downstairs, she was up here delivering some papers the other day, must have seen you coming out of my office. Anyway she said to Helen 'what a hunk he is' in referring to you, so the girl obviously is drawn to you. I've asked Helen to get her up here after you've taken Nick to the hotel. I'll wise her up, tell her what we want her to do ... you know, play up to you, be your date, have sex with you if it goes that far."

Adam looked nervously at Helen, amazed that Robert was revealing the details of tonight's client seduction dinner to his PA. "Jo won't like this..."




Working For His Promotion Pt. 05



"I'll fix Jo up, you just get in there with Nick before he realises he's stuffed up our plan, and act like everything's okay. It will be ... I intend to take care of it."

Adam was reluctant to agree, knowing that Joanne would not be happy with the changed plans. He returned to Robert's office, told Nick to finish his drink and the two set off for the hotel.

As soon as the two men were gone, Robert had Helen bring the junior up from downstairs. She was a very pretty blonde girl, named Yvette. Robert thought that on first appearance, she dressed quite well for a young woman just out of her teens. There was no time to get her an outfit, but first of all he had to check her suitability and get her agreement to participate. Robert waited for his PA to leave the office.

"Yvette, we have a problem and my PA Helen has recommended you as a staff member who could be trusted and who maybe can help us out."

"If I can, sir."

"You see Yvette, we are trying to win a new client, he's worth a lot of money to us. We have arranged for him to go out to dinner tonight with one of our very special female managers, you wouldn't have met her, she doesn't spend a lot of time in the office. Anyway, this client, Nick has now demanded that one of our other executives, Adam should go along as a double date, but Adam can't take his wife along to something like this. I'm told that you expressed some interest in Adam the other day."

"If Adam is that hunk who came out of your office when I was up here earlier in the week, then yes. Ooh, I could spend some quality time with him."

"That's very good, Yvette, because that's exactly what we want you to do."

"Really? Wow! That's cool!"

"Now Yvette, listen to me, this is very serious and I need you to understand what you are getting yourself into. I now have to ask you a couple of very personal questions and I want you to be honest with me."

Yvette's excited smile left her face and she looked at Robert nervously. "Okay!"

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

"Are you kidding? Who is these days?"

"Okay, very good. Now, you're not having a period at the moment, I hope?"

"The monthlies? No, why?"

"Just checking, Yvette ... because we want you to go to dinner as a foursome, as Adam's date going out with Joanne and Nick. I don't know how long the night will go, it will probably be just for dinner and Adam will see that you get home safely after..."

The young girl's smile returned as she pictured having dinner and being escorted home by that hunk she had seen in the office the other day, "Ooh ... cool!"

"But I must warn you that these are fully fledged consenting adults that I am asking you to go out with ... it is a possibility that you could end up in a hotel suite and you may need to have sex with Adam."

Yvette's face brightened, "That's cool, I could do that."

"If it does happen, Yvette ... please understand that it's just casual sex. He is a married man and you would only be doing it with him to help he and Joanne make the sale. It is very important to us all. Do you think you can do it?"

"Yeah, I'd love to. When does this happen?"

"Now, tonight." Yvette's eyes raised, surprised at the short notice that she had been given. "We're going to put you in a cab, you go home, have a shower, put on your best and sexiest gear ... but not slutty. Hopefully you might have something a bit sophisticated. We'll send another cab for you at 6.45 ... that cab will go by Joanne's place and pick her up too. Don't be offended if Joanne seems a bit cool toward you, she just likes to work alone with new clients. Anyway, the two of you will go to one of the downtown hotels and you will meet Adam and the client Nick in the bar, have a few drinks, go to dinner, then see what happens after that."

"Sounds easy," replied Yvette.

"Well, we hope so, but we're just not sure what will happen after dinner ... I will expect you to just go with the flow. Adam will try to get you out of there as soon as dinner is over, but Nick might want you two to stay with he and Joanne. If so, we need you to go along with it, it might mean going to Nick's room, but Adam will protect you, he'll look after you."

"That's cool, I think I know what you want."

"Thank you Yvette, we all appreciate you helping us at such short notice. There will be a big bonus in your pay packet this week."

Robert shook Yvette's hand and she went out of the office for Helen to arrange the cab home for her. Next, Robert turned his attention to Joanne, who was getting ready at home for her night out with the client prospect, Nick. Robert dialled Joanne's number.

"Jo, it's Robert, we have a little problem."

"Yes ... Adam told me," Joanne answered frostily. "Nobody else comes along, Robert ... it's the client and me and that's final."

"Jo babe, that would be just fine if it were a perfect world ... but unfortunately it's not. Nick has warmed to Adam today and that's good for us making the sale. But he's got this thing about Adam going along with some babe as a double date with you two."

"No way, Robert ... I already told Adam that."

"Jo, listen to me because I will only tell you once. Just get this into your head, it will happen ... whether you like it or not, it will happen. If Nick wants it, then Nick can have it. The paramount thing is making sure that this man has such a great time here that he'll sign the fuckin' contract tonight. If that means, Adam and some babe being along for the ride, then so be it. Just get used to it, Joanne, it will be happening. Now hear me out..."

"This better be good."

"Adam has taken Nick to the hotel..."

"What already? I'm not nearly ready yet, I thought it was for seven..."

"It is, don't panic. We just had to get Nick out of here, so I could make some alternate plans. Now, we've come up with a young babe from the typing pool downstairs to be Adam's date for tonight ... I've briefed her on what we require."

"And what do you require, what's she been told? Level with me, Robert?"

"I've told her that she's Adam's date ... drinks and dinner, then Adam will try to get her out of there. But I have warned her, if Nick wants the two of them to hang around with you and he, then they may have to come up to the room too."

"No way ... Robert, I told Adam that I don't like this. I work better alone and I certainly don't want my husband six feet away watching this guy fuck me. I don't care how it's done but Adam and this girl will not be coming up to the room."

"Jo, don't kill this sale. If it has to be, then it will be ... you will just have to grin and bear it."

"What's this girl's story? How did you find her? How old is she?"

"She's twenty, Jo ... her name is Yvette, pretty girl. She was apparently up on this floor on Wednesday, talking to my PA and she saw Adam, declared he was a hunk, there and then."

"Really ... so that's her qualification for getting involved in my client seduction tonight? She wants to get at my man. Have you checked whether she puts out?"

"Of course, the young lady is sexually active, Jo."

"Well, that's just great. I hope you didn't tell her that I'm Adam's wife, that's all we need for it to get around the general office."

"Of course not! Now Jo, you have to calm down ... go with the flow tonight. I'm pretty confident that you can pull this off, I got the impression that Nick was very predisposed to signing a contract. And I know that he's just going to love you ... you'll have him eating out of your hand. Or no, maybe out of your cunt, knowing you." Robert's laughter rang down the phone line.

She ignored his crass comment. "I don't like it ... but I'll do my best."

Robert hung up the phone, relieved that the emergency jigsaw was almost in place. He buzzed his PA, Helen and told her to order a cab to pick-up Yvette and Joanne at 6.45. "When you've done that, Helen ... bring those magic fingers of yours in here, I'm stressed after all that, I need some of your TLC."

Being the type of man that he was, Robert had ensured that his loyal and faithful PA of ten years had extra skills that went far beyond secretarial. A moment later, Helen appeared in the doorway ... she paused there to close the door behind her and then locked it. For a moment, Helen leaned back against the closed door, her fingers beginning to unbutton her discreet white blouse. 

When the buttons were all undone, she reefed the ends of her blouse out of her tight mid-thigh length check-patterned skirt. The blouse hung open revealing her dark blue bra as her fingers worked on the catch on her skirt and it tumbled in a pool around her feet, exposing her long bare legs and dark blue lacy panties. "What is your special need tonight, Robert?"

She started to walk slowly toward his desk ... he had his trousers unzipped and his cock in his hand before she made it around the desk. "Well Robert, what do we have here? I think I know already what your special need could be."

Chapter 11

Adam had taken Nick to his hotel and waited patiently while the sign-in was completed. Nick invited Adam to come up and wait in the outer living room of the suite while Nick showered and changed. While Adam waited, Robert called him on his cell phone to tell him that everything was organised with Joanne and Yvette and that he should expect them about seven. Adam was relieved that his boss had somehow managed to turn Joanne's negativity around.

Although Adam didn't know it at the time, this suite was similar to the one that Joanne had gone to with Wallace last week ... with one exception. In the bedroom that was separate from the living area, there were two large double beds. As Nick showed Adam around after his shower, he told him, "That's your bed over there tonight."

Adam baulked at the suggestion that the double date would continue up to the bedroom. He knew that there was no way that Joanne would tolerate that happening. "No Nick, I'm not into group stuff, I'll cut out after dinner."

"No you won't, Adam ... and I didn't say anything about group sex. God, what do you take me for? No, I just like doing it with another couple in the room. I think I'm pretty good at bonking, I enjoy putting a woman through the hoops, and I like to have an audience there who will appreciate what I'm doing to the woman I'm with."

"You seem very cock sure of yourself, do all the women you meet fall into bed with you?"

"I don't miss out on many and I never ever leave them wanting more. I guess if you're good at something, why not boast about it. I've worked at this since I was a kid and God gave me some good equipment to work with ... I'm really proud that women never leave me with any regrets."

Adam's stomach turned over, he felt sick inside as he listened to this man boasting about his sexual prowess, and knowing that it all related to Nick doing it with his own beautiful Joanne. Adam wondered if she would leave this room sometime tomorrow morning with no regrets, as Nick was predicting.

"Anyway Adam, I want to see how you go with this chick that Joanne's lined up for you. Don't disappoint me, give her a good one. 

"Yeah, I'll try," answered Adam unconvincingly, knowing that getting off with this 20-year-old from the office was the last thing on his mind.

"Maybe you could pick up some pointers from watching me when I give this Joanne a go ... you'll get to see how these women are begging for more after I give 'em a big one."

Adam turned to look out the window so that Nick could not see the look of disgust on his face after that last comment.

The two of them took the elevator down to the bar about 6.30 to await the women. They took stools at the bar and, knowing how Joanne's entry impressed Wallace last time, Adam placed Nick on a stool, so that to talk to Adam, the entrance to the bar would be over Adam's shoulder.

At five after seven, Adam saw Nick's eyes light up, just as Wallace had last week.

"Is this the girls, Adam?" Nick was like a kid in a toyshop. Adam turned around and saw his beautiful Joanne framed in the doorway to the bar ... she was wearing another new dress, fashionably black this time and skimpy brief. It had a halter neck and the men could see that the dress had no back all the way to the waist when she turned to say something to the 20-year-old next to her.

The halter came down her front from behind her neck in two strips of black material that almost covered each breast, leaving an expanse of cleavage down the middle almost to her navel and more than a glimpse of the fine moulded outsides of each of the twin globes. She obviously was bra-less, but her 38" bust pushed the dress out superbly. It then pulled in tight at the waist to accentuate that she was only 25" around there, a perfect hourglass figure with 37" of her womanhood at the hips. 

Joanne's cheeky dress didn't make it beyond the halfway point of her thighs, revealing at least 5" of bare legs above the knee and goodness knows how much more when she tried to sit on one of these bar stools. Her hose were dark, but not black and she walked with that fabulous suggestive feminine lilt of a sexy woman that is highlighted when they wear the steepest of stiletto heels ... as she did tonight.

Adam waved to get his wife's attention and she waved back. "Is that her ... is that Joanne?"

"Yeah, the redhead," announced Adam proudly, seeing men in the bar between his wife and himself turning to admire her as she entered. Joanne's long red tresses flowed sleek and shiny down to cover her shoulders, not a hair out of place.

"Wow, I've hit the jackpot tonight ... what a knockout. Adam, I've got a feeling this is going to be a great night." Nick grabbed Adam's arm as the two women walked toward them. "If she's as good in bed as she looks here and now, you've got my business. Adam, I'm getting a horn just watching her walk toward me. Fuck, what a chick!"

Adam cringed as Nick undressed his wife with his eyes, but he also smiled at the same time. He really hated to hear this man's lewd comments, knowing they were made with the prime objective of getting his cock up inside his lovely Joanne. But on the other hand, it sounded like he and Joanne were going to be two up by the end of the night in their quest for four new clients.

Adam turned around again to see the two women approaching and it was only then that his eyes drifted to the stunning young woman walking in alongside Joanne. His eyes bugged as he took in a striking blonde who still looked like a teenager, even though Robert had told him she was twenty. This was Yvette from the typing pool, she was very petite walking alongside Joanne, who was five inches taller. 

Yvette was about 5'2", but what a compact little package. Her hair was short, in an elfin cut that highlighted her pretty face with what looked like great kissable lips. Yvette's bust was smaller, only about 34" and her breasts were neatly encased in a half-cup black underwire bra. How would everyone know that? Because her black blouse was completely see-through. Her micro mini skirt was black too ... that ended only about two inches below all the feminine bits that mattered to these two men tonight.

Adam eased off his tall stool to make the introductions. "Nick, I'd like you to meet our Manager for Client Relations, Joanne ... Jo, this is Nick Marshall."

"Hello Nick, so nice to meet you ... I've been looking forward to this night." Joanne purred out her opening comments in a sultry voice that even surprised her husband. Then again, he hadn't yet heard her in action when applying her seduction techniques. 

"I know that I would have been looking forward to it too, Joanne ... that is, if Adam and Robert had given me more than a few hours notice. I'm not complaining mind you ... having dinner with you as a surprise will make it all the more enjoyable."

"Oh, how gallant ... thank you. Oh, I'm sorry, where's my manners? I forgot to introduce Yvette to you guys. Yvette, this is Nick and Adam."

Both men stretched out hands for Yvette to shake, but she brushed them aside with remarkable self-confidence for her age and stretched up to kiss each man on the cheek. Adam flushed when he received his kiss, his nostrils flaring at the aroma of her delicate perfume. After kissing him, she took his hand and held it as if claiming him right from the outset.

"It's a bit crowded in here tonight. Here ladies, you take our stools, we'll stand," suggested Nick, eager to see how both women were intending to get up onto their stools in the short black dresses. With great difficulty, Joanne stood on tiptoe and eased her bottom up onto the seat, the hem of her dress riding up enough to reveal dark black stocking tops but not her panties.

"Oh shit, I don't know how I'm going to do this," confessed Yvette, letting go of Adam's hand. Chivalrously, Adam braced himself and placed both of his hands on her slim waist and hoisted her clear up onto a stool. "Thank you," with a broad smile, she acknowledged Adam. In a sitting position, the skirt was so short that it was impossible to conceal her panties, but they were black too so they merged with the colour of the dress. Her legs were bare, she wore no hosiery.

Adam turned from hoisting Yvette onto a stool to see his wife glaring daggers at him. While all four began talking in the one conversation to help break the ice, it wasn't long before Nick had worked his way closer to Joanne's stool and was brushing up against her as he talked softly with her. 

Adam and Yvette had branched off into a separate chat although he wasn't as close to her, preferring to stand back facing her. His eyes periodically dropped to check out her boobs in her half-cup bra, easily visible through the black transparent top. Occasionally too, his eyes would fall further to check out the black vee-shaped patch of material that was all that concealed her feminine treasures with her skirt hiked up around her hips. Joanne was preoccupied with Nick's carnal attention that she couldn't see Adam perving on the young girl.

Despite his not wanting to be here in this bar while his wife worked her magic charms on their target ... after a few drinks, Adam was loosening up and with the lovely young woman before him, he was warming to the occasion. His gaze was blatant, not even bothering to appear subtle and after one long admiring look at her, she responded. 

"Do you like it, Adam? After Mr. Johnson told me that I was to be your date tonight, I went home and picked this outfit especially for you. It's not mine, it belongs to my roomie ... but she's the same size as me. I hoped that you'd like me in it."

"I do, Yvette ... you look very pretty," Adam whispered, not wanting his wife to hear him paying the compliment.

"I couldn't believe how lucky I was when Mr. Johnson called me to his office and told me what they wanted me to do ... it made me feel very special. But best of all ... when they told me it was to be with you, the man that I saw coming out of Mr. Johnson's office the other day. Well, I was just blown away."

"That's nice, Yvette ... I'm so pleased that he picked you and that you were able to come."

Yvette leaned forward on her stool to whisper to Adam above the din in the crowded bar. "It's okay with me ... I mean ... Mr. Johnson told me that I may have to have sex with you..."

"Oh, yes ... alright..." Adam looked around nervously, hoping that Joanne hadn't heard, or the barman for that matter.

"I just wanted you to know that I am quite okay with that ... you don't have to feel awkward just because we have only just met. I know that we would be doing it because it would help the company ... and I don't mind that. I really feel stoked to be asked"

"Well, thank you, Yvette ... that's very good to know."

"The best part of all, Adam ... is that I can't think of anyone in the whole company that I'd rather have sex with. I really do hope it happens ... because I think it would be very special with you."




Working For His Promotion Pt. 05



"Thank you, Yvette ... that's very nice of you." Adam was beginning to sweat.

The young girl frowned now and then leaned forward to whisper again. "The only thing that worried me was that in the cab, Joanne told me that I shouldn't count on the evening going long enough to have sex with you. She was really quite strong about it ... why would she be so sure?"

"You shouldn't worry about Joanne ... she is one of the managers here at the company and she has her own plan for the way the night will turn out. But I can tell you now that Nick has other ideas, Yvette ... and Joanne's just going to have to live with that. I expect that it could be quite a long night ... and there's a very good chance that you will get your wish."

Yvette gave an excited little shriek and leaned forward to kiss him. Despite her youth, her lips were full and very kissable and she didn't hold back, flashing a bit of tongue between his lips before he withdrew from her, his eyes darting about. Adam waited a moment, then turned nervously to see if Joanne had seen. To his relief, her eyes were closed as Nick nibbled her ear lobe and his right hand lightly stroked the smooth skin on the outside of one breast, exposed out of the side of that new slinky dress.

Relief that his wife hadn't seen Yvette kiss him became jealousy when he saw Nick and Joanne appearing to be so intimate so early in the night. He noticed that his own erection was already quite big and he wondered whether Yvette's tongue kiss and her enthusiastic words or the sight of Joanne succumbing to Nick had been the trigger. He settled for maybe both.

The four of them drank at the bar for about 30 minutes, all four getting through two rounds of drinks. Nick continued to hover over Joanne, rubbing his body against her at every opportunity, his hand regularly reaching out to touch ... her hand, her arm, her hair, the side of her face, the side of her breast ... for any reason he just had to touch her. He was like a dog making a claim on his territory.

Adam excused himself and went away to talk to the maitre d' to see that their booth was ready ... when he came back, both men took up strategic positions to watch the women slide down off the tall stools in their very short dresses. Both women were wise to what was happening and each had their own reasons to put on a show ... neither Nick nor Adam was disappointed.

They slid into a booth where the seat was a U shape, the table close and pinning them in. The two men sat at the outer edges facing each other while the two women sat on the bends of the U. Despite Joanne's earlier reluctance to have Adam and Yvette present, all four got on very well and the conversation flowed easily. From their earlier chat up in his suite, Adam knew that Nick would be burning up with lust for Joanne, but he was relieved that Nick, for now, was keeping a lid on it.

After they had all completed their appetisers, the drink was catching up on Adam. "Sorry guys, I gotta go pee or I'll piss myself right here at the table." 

Adam slid out of the booth. "Wait up, Adam ... I'm with you, man," called Nick behind him and Adam turned to wait. Adam was accustomed to women going to the john in pairs, but the men going together ... now that was something new.

Both men entered the toilet and stepped up to the urinals alongside each other, unzipping and hauling them out, then starting to pee. It seems to be a strange man thing to glance across at the next guy. What is it? Is it a matter of checking the equipment ... mine's bigger than his routine? Well, for poor Adam, it certainly wasn't.

Adam did a double take that was accompanied by a whoosh of air.

"What ... what is it, man?" queried Nick, worried about his buddy's reaction.

Adam regathered his cool. "Sorry Nick, I just caught a glimpse ... err ... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been looking ... but that thing's not erect, is it?"

"Oh that ... hey man, you scared me. No, it's not erect, that's just me."

"Holy shit," exclaimed Adam, noting that Nick's cock was hanging about 7" as he pissed and it wasn't even hard. "What does it grow too?"

"I have to admit, not a lot longer, I think it's about 9 inches stiff. Actually, the impressive part about it is the width ... it thickens up to more than double what it is now. No woman yet has been able to get their fingers to touch around it." Nick laughed. "Sorry buddy, but the ladies are usually the ones that are impressed ... I don't normally get guys commenting on it."

Adam was embarrassed, but he couldn't tell Nick that he had only noticed out of concern for his wife who was going to have to accept this thing into her body ... except that Nick wouldn't know that she was Adam's wife. "Do you ever get some women that can't take it that big?"

"No I never have ... with some, it might take a while to get it in, but I can't remember anyone ever saying don't bother. Women love it big, Adam. Oh, they might blush and protest a bit, but secretly, they're dying to get a huge one sometime in their life. I wonder if Joanne's ever had one this size? She should be in for a treat."

"Yeah," said Adam, wondering what Joanne's reaction would be when she saw it fully erect for the first time. He felt compelled to warn her if the opportunity came up. They both shook off any drips before stuffing their cocks back into their trousers and returning to the women in the booth.

As the men were about to slide back in, Joanne was coming out. "Before you settle, Nick, I'm going to grab some stuff from the salad bar."

Adam saw his opportunity. "I'll be in that too, Jo."

She started to say, "You don't like salad..." but choked the words back in without Nick noticing. With their façade as two fellow managers, she really shouldn't know that much about Adam's eating habits. Adam followed closely behind her. Looking back to check that Nick hadn't followed them, Adam leaned close to his wife.

"I wanted to warn you ... although there's nothing you can do about it now. I just saw Nick's cock while we were in the john. It's a fuckin' monster dick."

"What ... is he up already? I haven't touched him yet."

"No, that's the point, Jo. His fuckin' thing flaccid is longer than mine when I'm stiff. It's seven inches when it's soft."

"Oh shit! I wonder how big it grows?"

"He told me."

"He told you? What the hell are you doing ... comparing dicks?"

"No ... you wouldn't understand, it's a man thing. Anyway, I asked him, purely as research for you, my darling. He said it only grows another two inches in length."

"That makes nine. Jesus, that's going to hurt."

"No, I think the female body is quite pliable, your cunt might stretch a bit, but you should be able to take it. Actually, the worse part is that he said its width doubles from what it is when its soft. Now, his fuckin' thing soft was about as thick as mine is hard. Honey, I don't want to scare you, but I thought you should know in advance ... just so you don't freak out when you see it."

"Gee thanks, dear." Was that a note of sarcasm in her voice? She filled her salad bowl and returned to the table ... Adam followed half a minute later and the four talked some more while they waited for their main course to come.

The four of them were getting on very well, in spite of the range of ages from 20 up to around 35 ... nobody was quite sure of Nick's age. When they had all consumed the mains, along with copious amounts of wine, Joanne announced to her fellow table guests: "You better let me get out of here or it's going to be pretty fucking wet under the table."

Adam was surprised, his wife never used bad language in any situation where there were other people present. Adam and Joanne liked to talk up their sex life with a few obscenities, but that was his wife's limit. He was seeing a new side of his wife and he wondered if she embraced a crasser image when out with potential clients.

Nick slid out of the booth and waited for Joanne to make a move. She lifted her body off the seat, but because the table pressed in so far, she had to slide half bent over to get out. To help, she hiked the hem of her dress up to her hips, much as she had done the previous week with Wallace. Her husband got the best eyeful as she slid out of the booth. He managed to tear his eyes away from the white triangle of her panties to look up into her eyes ... she winked down at him with a smile and her lips silently mouthed 'Just for you!'

The peep show might have been, but Adam knew that for the rest of this night, Joanne would not be just for him ... her body would be for whatever use Nick demanded from her. Nick had watched Adam's reaction to Joanne's tease and he stopped Joanne as she straightened ready to start her tipsy walk to the ladies room.

Adam watched as Nick's arm went around her body possessively and he held her against him while his mouth moved to her ear and he whispered for quite a long time. He appeared to be telling her to do something, because when he stopped whispering, she pulled her head back, looked him in the eyes and firmly told him "No!" That just prompted him to lean his mouth back up against her ear and issue a further flow of words. Adam was curious ... as he watched, he saw Joanne again pull her head back and firmly tell Nick, "No, I won't!"

Nick leaned in a third time and more whispered words flowed. Adam saw Joanne's eyes looking back at him as she listened to Nick's continued commands. She was frowning, but when Nick stopped talking this time, she said nothing ... Joanne just looked at him and he leaned toward her and gave her a kiss on the lips. It was not overtly sexual, but Adam noted that Joanne closed her eyes, perhaps expecting it would be. Nick cut the kiss off abruptly and moved away from her, allowing her to continue on to the ladies room.

"Can I get out too please?" Yvette was asking Adam, his mind not paying attention to her plea as he watched the interplay between his wife and his possible new client.

"I'm sorry, Yvette ... yes certainly!" Adam slid out to let her get by. Yvette also hitched her micro mini skirt up to her hips to get out of the difficult booth, but both men were standing at the time and didn't get much of a look.

Both men sat back down. "It's going well," said Nick to Adam. "I can't believe that you held Joanne back until tonight ... she's really your secret weapon, isn't she? An absolute sexpot, I'm looking forward to getting upstairs ... this promises to be a great night. Don't think I haven't seen the look on your face ... I'd say that you've had your eye on Joanne for a while, but because you're married, you're not game to make a move. Am I right?"

"Yeah, pretty much!" sighed Adam resignedly, allowing Nick to think what he wanted.

"So buddy, you're gonna miss out on the prize tonight ... but I wouldn't be sad if I were you. You've got a great little consolation prize there in Yvette. She looks like she'll go off like a firecracker ... and she seems to like you."

"Ummm!" sighed Adam disinterestedly. His thoughts couldn't get past the little incident between Nick and Joanne that he had just watched. 'What is he trying to get her to do?' pondered Adam.

Adam was jolted back to the present when the two ladies reappeared and the men rose to allow them to slide back in on the cushioned bench seat. Adam looked to see his wife hitch her skirt up again, but to his surprise, she didn't ... and had great difficulty sliding in with her skirt tight around her upper thighs.

Yvette had no such qualms about hitching her skirt again but Adam missed it with his eyes on his wife. As he sat back down alongside Yvette, he looked down to see that she had not bothered to lower her skirt, the hem of which now sat across her tummy, revealing most of her black bikini panties. Adam smiled at Yvette when he saw that she was watching him checking her out.

She leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, "At last you've noticed ... I've been sitting like this all night and you didn't seem to care. I was beginning to wonder why I was here."

Adam whispered back. "I'm sorry, Yvette ... you are a beautiful young woman. It's just that I've got a lot on my mind tonight."

"I know you have ... Mr. Johnson explained to me about how important it was for you to sign Nick to buy from our company. Let me know if I can do anything to help."

She really was trying so hard to help the company win this new client and Adam now realised that he had been quite rude, barely involving her in the evening.

Through having this conversation with Yvette, Adam almost missed seeing Nick put his open hand out in front of Joanne. Adam's wife looked nervously across the table at her husband, then she reached into her tiny purse and pulled out her thong panties, all rolled up into a ball, and handed them over to Nick. The prospective client took them in his hand and let them unfurl, dangling the dainty garment from his fingers before holding the crotch of the flimsy garment up under his nose and inhaling deeply.

"Christ, just put them away," snapped Joanne, her face flushing red. Nick just smiled cockily at her and his hand took his prize to his jacket pocket and dropped them inside.

So that's what the discussion had been about before she went to the Ladies room. Adam's mouth hung open and Joanne's eyes again looked nervously at her husband, the look on her face appearing to be apologetic. Yvette didn't miss the thong exchange and innocently, she turned to Adam. "Wow, would you like me to give you mine? I will if you want."

Adam didn't quite know what to say and he looked blankly back at Yvette, still shocked by what he had seen his wife do. Joanne answered Yvette for him, "No, Yvette ... don't do that!"

The 20-year old pouted, "Why not? You did! What's wrong with Adam getting a treat ... you're not his wife."

Adam and Joanne both exchanged shocked double takes at Yvette's unexpected near-revelation ... Nick burst out laughing. "Yes Yvette, good point, take them off and give them to him. I'm sure Adam would love them." 

Adam just blushed and turned back to look down at Yvette's lap as her hands dropped below the table and her body lifted up. Her hands slipped up under her skirt and into the waistband of her panties, sliding them swiftly down her legs, her upper body bending over the table while her hands reached down to her feet to pull them over her shoes.

"There you go!" said Yvette, her hand coming up with her panties dangling from her fingers while her body half turned toward him on the long seat beside him, her thighs parting and exposing her bare shaved pussy that only Adam could see. "You have to sniff mine, just like Nick did with Joanne," she told Adam, dangling her panties on the end of one finger up under his nose.

Joanne turned away, unable to look at Yvette and her husband, exclaiming "Oh really, how could you?" Adam wasn't sure whether her anger was directed at Yvette or him or both of them. Whatever, now both women sat at the table without panties. The evening was moving into the next phase.

And very quickly, it turned out. Desserts were served, but Nick didn't want one. While the other three began to eat, Adam observed Nick's hand, closest to Joanne, move below the table. A moment later, Joanne's body suddenly stiffened and her eyes darted to look around at the man next to her. Adam guessed that Nick had placed his wandering hand between her thighs. The unanswered question, at this stage, was were her thighs already parted in anticipation of his roaming fingers, or had he needed to force them apart. Further food for thought for Adam, had she clamped her thighs together against the finger invasion or were her thighs wide allowing Nick's fingers to roam anywhere he desired.

Adam watched intently from across the table as Joanne continued to spoon her dessert into her mouth and Nick silently watched her every move. Adam could see Nick's arm moving, indicating that his intentions below the table were not passive. Within a minute, Joanne's breathing was quickening and she tried to stifle panting gasps by spooning more food into her mouth.

Soon, the food thing had failed. She wasn't able to chew her food because her lips were now parted and her mouth emitted a keening sound of increasing pleasure. There were recollections of Meg Ryan's fake orgasm scene from the movie, "When Harry Met Sally" ... only this restaurant table scene was not fake. There was no table thumping, she had dropped the spoon and her hands now gripped the table edge so hard that her knuckles went white as her whole body began to tremble. Her breaths were coming in short, sharp gasps and her eyes rolled back and then closed.

Nick was mumbling to her, his mouth up against her cheek. "Go with it babe ... let it go ... you know you want it ... don't hold it back. Uncle Nick's got a lot more for you tonight, babe ... come on, give it up now ... that's the girl."

With a half scream from her lips that Adam was sure could be heard several tables away in the crowded restaurant, Joanne's body exploded into a powerful orgasm. Her body jerked and trembled ... Yvette and Adam both stared open-mouthed across the table at Joanne ... her eyes clamped shut, closing out the embarrassing reality of what she had just allowed to happen to her body.

Nick broke the silence as gradually, Joanne's heavy breathing abated. "I am speaking for this lovely lady alongside me when I tell you that Joanne wants to assure you both that she feels a lot better now." With his words, Joanne opened her eyes and she turned to stare incredulously at the man alongside her, whose fingers still softly stirred around in her mushy cunt. "She also wants it known that she would like me to put my big cock where my fingers are right now..." Nick smiled at her. "...as soon as possible ... and I will, that's for sure."

"Oh my God," Joanne's first words since her massive release. "I don't believe what just happened. I'm sorry everybody!" She turned to the man alongside her, "You really are very naughty to do that ... I just couldn't stop myself."

Adam felt Yvette's fingers touch his thigh and then curl across his trousers and grasp the huge erection confined within them. "Wow ... you sure enjoyed watching that. Hey guys, you should feel how hard he is," she gleefully told Joanne and Nick. Adam's wife frowned at the revelation that her husband's cock had reacted so strongly to seeing another man fondling her cunt to a powerful orgasm.

"I'm sure he is," said Nick. "For that matter, so is mine. I'd say the time has come for us to get out of here. There's a pair of big beds waiting and I think we're all ready for an adventure up in my room."

"No, no ... not them too ... just us, Nick ... I want it to be just us, please" Joanne pleaded with him alarmingly.

"No babe, I've got it all planned. Yvette and Adam can have the second bed in my bedroom." He turned to face Joanne, "You and I have got the main bed."

"No, I don't want to do that ... I want it to be just us, on our own. Please honey," Joanne was turning on the charm and her hand had snaked out to grasp his hard-on still trapped in his trousers. Although Adam had pre warned her, her first feel of it came as a big shock. "Hell, what is that?" she shrieked, her hand recoiling after travelling along its length.

Nick's head rocked back in laughter. "I've been saving up my little surprise for you ... well, not really little! It's more of a big surprise. No, not even big! How about my giant surprise ... and its all for you, sweetheart."

Joanne cringed at being called sweetheart, one of her pet peeves and her husband cringed because he felt uncomfortable being this close to the intimacy between Joanne and Nick.

"Goodness me, you are big, aren't you?" Joanne was stroking Nick's still clothed organ.

As our characters are about to take the action upstairs to Nick's suite, as the author, I am asking you – the reader - to take a moment to reflect. How would you feel? You don't really know how you will react until confronted by the situation that now faces Adam. The beautiful woman seated opposite him at this restaurant table is the woman he married only 2 years ago ... in front of their mums and dads and sisters and brothers and aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. The woman he declared to be the love of his life for the rest of his days.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 05



She has been part of his life since he met her in college 8 years ago. He courted her and gradually a sexual awakening occurred between the two of them, so that they progressed from furtive touching of intimate places beneath their clothing to eventually full-on lovemaking and intense sexual experimentation as they built their lives together. She is his chosen one and he hers.

So how is it that they now find themselves in this surreal situation? She is about to give her body freely and completely to the man sitting next to her ... a man who was a stranger to them both not 24 hours ago. Adam is allowing her to do it ... perhaps allow is a chauvinistic word ... try encouraging her to do it. Why have they jointly reached this decision? Principally for their mutual financial gain!

But most surreal of all ... Adam is now going to be expected to watch that happen, to see another man make his moves on Joanne, knowing that his wife is going to willingly accept those moves – in front of Adam.

Can there be any other reason that Adam would create an atmosphere where his beautiful wife Joanne is about to accept Nick Marshall's large cock into her body? Could you – yes you, the reader – accept this situation if Joanne were your wife? Maybe you would encourage her too ... want to smile as you watch her do it? Or perhaps, when you saw her lay down in that bed and watch Nick push his hard cock into her body, you just may be filled with jealousy and regret.

Most of us will probably never know how we would react ... but we can at least use the power of the words and thoughts that follow to fantasise about it.

Joanne called for the check and she paid it ... then all four slid out of the booth. The women straightened their dresses down. That was most important because neither were wearing panties now. They left the restaurant and walked across the hotel foyer to the elevators. Joanne tried one last time to dissuade Nick from having Yvette and Adam come up with them to his suite ... but he was unmoved.

"These are my new friends, as are you. I want us all together tonight."

Joanne snuck a furtive glance at Adam, checking his face for a reaction. She was surprised to see that he appeared to be handling the situation well. Perhaps too well ... Joanne didn't like the amount of attention that he was paying to Yvette, who hadn't let go of Adam's arm since leaving the table. And her hand continued to dart across to the front of Adam's trousers, grasping his hard erection as they rode up to Nick's floor.

Nick threw open the door to his suite and stood back for his entourage to enter. Yvette ooh'd and ahh'd at the lavish surroundings, rushing ahead into the bedroom to check out the two big double beds and then into the en suite bathroom. "There's a spa bath in there," she exclaimed as she emerged back into the living room where the others had collapsed into arm chairs.

Joanne and Nick were scrunched together in a two seater, she was half turned toward him with her legs draped across his, her short tight skirt not quite concealing her bare mound ... one arm draped around his neck. Adam was in a single lounge chair, from where he sat sad-faced watching his wife and Nick. Yvette, with boundless enthusiasm, skipped across to Adam and jumped into his lap, ending up facing him on her knees, her legs settling on either side of his thighs. The sudden move managed to bring a smile to Adam's face.

"So Adam, can we go first? They look like they're just slowly working up to it, but I'm so horny after giving you my panties." Her head came forward and she stuck her tongue in his ear, "Do you want me ... now?"

Adam did find Yvette's youthful exuberance very appealing ... so was her beauty. At another time and another place, he would probably throw caution to the wind and give her one good hard fuck. But for him in this situation, it was neither the time nor the place. His wife was here to do some serious business with Nick and it appeared that he and Yvette were going along for the ride as witnesses.

Nick put one hand on Joanne's knee and let it run along her thigh coming to the top of her legs and without hesitation, she voluntarily moved one leg to the side, giving his hand access. She moaned an audible sigh as his fingers traced along the wet slit that separated the labia lips at the entrance to her cunt, still sopping wet from her recent climax. 

"Adam, you guys can go first. I'm very horny too with this hot woman here in my arms, but I just feel like watching for now. So how about you two get it on first? Entertain us!"

"Nick, I'm not much of a one for putting on a show. I'm basically a very shy person, so I'd rather just play it cool for a while."

Yvette was on a high from the alcohol and she was highly excited from the situation that she now found herself in. This was all very new to her ... her companions tonight were all fully adults while she was only just out of her teens. While she had been sexually active with a boyfriend or two in the past, she sensed that tonight she had the chance to play with experienced adults.

"Come on Adam..." Yvette leaned in over him and stuck her tongue in his ear again. "...don't you want me? I want you ... please! Nick said we can go first. Let's put on a show for Nick and Joanne. Make love to me ... please."

"No Yvette, I think we'd be better just to sit for a while."

Unfazed by Adam's reluctance, Yvette looked at him impishly with her head cocked at an angle, her lips in a pout. She began to unbutton her see-through black blouse, spreading her arms to shed it on the floor. Her hands went around behind her back and she unclipped the black underwire half-cup bra, pulling it off her breasts in a flamboyant gesture, dropping it on top of the discarded blouse.

Even with the bra gone, her pert shapely but compact B cup breasts never changed shape, they still sat up firm with erect eraser-like nipples, eager for some attention. Her hands couldn't remain steady, they dropped to Adam's waist and made short work of his belt, releasing the clasp of his trousers and unzipping his fly.

"Yvette, I don't think you should. Adam, do something to stop her," it was Joanne imploring her husband to put a stop to Yvette's progress into his pants.

Yvette reached into his pants and pulled out Adam's erection for all to see. Adam closed his eyes at the feel of her soft hands caressing his cock and Joanne knew that she was losing the battle to stop this young girl from having her husband in front of her. Joanne didn't know if she would be able to watch it, but Nick would be suspicious if she left the room.

"Leave them alone, Joanne, why are you being such a spoil sport?" Nick told her. "You've had some fun and there's a lot more to come, so just let her be. She's having fun and I'd say we're about to get some inspiration. Pay attention, we might get some pointers from the young."

Joanne didn't want to watch her husband having sex with this nubile young woman under any circumstances, but she had to be careful how far she went with her negativity for fear that she might expose her real reason. She gave it one last try, knowing it was probably too late to stop it now. "No Nick, she's very young, I don't think it's right."

"She's old enough. From where I'm sitting, I'd say she's going to give my new friend a pretty good fucking." Then, to silence Joanne's protests, Nick's finger slipped up from where it had been slowly sliding in the moist groove along her slit and it swirled around her budding clitoris ... Joanne gasped aloud at the unexpected arousal and closed her eyes. 

"Ooh shit ... give me a warning when you're going to do that." Joanne turned her head around to the man on whose lap she was seated and gave him a very passionate, open-mouthed kiss as he continued to stir her clit. She had taken the opportunity of his fingering of her to hide from her view the unfolding scene between Adam and Yvette.

Yvette by now had Adam mesmerised as her hand folded around and fondled his erect shaft, milking it in long pulling strokes that gave a lot of attention to the sensitive underside of the head of his cock. Adam's resolve was weakening ... Yvette knew that she had to keep the pressure on or his reluctance could return. She now wore only her micro mini skirt that was bunched around her hips.

Yvette moved her body forward, bringing her succulent young mound over the head of his shaft and she lowered herself so that the heat of her inner lips surrounded his cock head. Her natural fluids were flowing and transferring to his cock as she worked the tip of his shaft into the tiny slot that was the opening of her hot cunt.

"Uummmm!" she moaned as her body captured his cock between the lips of her cunt and started to slide down his shaft ... making little half-inch increments on each move.

Nick wrenched himself away from Joanne's tempting kiss ... she was attempting to shut out the developing relationship in the adjoining chair. "Hey babe, I don't want to miss this ... plenty of time for us later. Come on, open your eyes ... let's watch your workmate get his rocks off ... and how - with this hot little number."

Reluctantly, Joanne opened her eyes and turned to see her husband sitting upright in the adjacent chair ... his eyes closed while Yvette's body hovered over his partially clothed body with his hard cock slowly disappearing in between her spread thighs, inch by inch as her hot body descended on him.

Adam let out a long gasping moan as the heat of the tight cunt of this hot minx totally enveloped his rigid shaft. Tears formed in Joanne's eyes and she fought to stop them rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't believe that she was there in the same room, witnessing the first time that her loving husband was being unfaithful to her.

As Yvette's body bottomed out on Adam's hard cock, Joanne decided that she had seen all that she wanted to see of that coupling. She burrowed her face into Nick's neck and her hands went to work, unhooking his belt and opening his trousers. Her husband's pre-warning that Nick had a monster cock failed to do justice to the thick object that Joanne's hands took hold of when she reached in to pull his cock out of the confines of his underwear. She tried to wrap her fingers around the hard shaft but they failed to totally enfold his thick shaft. Instead of her fingers forming an "O" on his cock, they formed a "C".

"My God," she muttered. "I never knew they came in this size."

"You have to place a special order with Santa to get one this big. I'd say this is your lucky night ... you must have been naughty and nice."

Her face turned up to look into his eyes. "I'm scared, Nick. I thought I could do this, but I've never had one like this before. I don't think I can do it."

"Of course you can, don't be stupid. I've never had a woman yet that couldn't fit it in her. Joanne, a woman's body is a wonderful thing, your cunt will expand to take it ... I promise you. Trust me."

"I want to do it, I really do. I have thought of nothing else all evening. I do want to give you a really good time. It's just that I'm scared that it will hurt me."

"It won't hurt, Joanne. You may feel a small bit of discomfort as your cunt expands, but it's not pain. Now come on, take your mind off being scared, let's watch Adam and Yvette getting it off."

"No, I don't want to. I'm not into watching others doing it. I want to do it ... with you ... now." One hand tugged on his thick shaft while her other hand curled up around his neck, trying to pull him into a kiss.

"Honey, we've got all night. Come on, humour me and watch them with me. I get my kicks this way. I like to see others do it, sometimes I'll pick up some new techniques. Look, come on, see this, look at this young girl moving on Adam's dick, she's really getting into it."

Reluctantly, Joanne allowed Nick to turn her head around and she could now see Adam, his eyes shut from the emotion and the erotic sensations he was feeling as Yvette's body drove up and down, piston-like, on his rigid shaft. If Joanne could take any positives from watching this coupling that involved her husband, it was that Adam appeared unmoved, his hands hanging loosely by his sides while Yvette made all the moves.

But now as she watched, she saw Adam's hands reacting, sliding up over Yvette's naked thighs and then slipping around to grasp her bare arse cheeks. He gripped them to steady her body's strokes over his cock as her excited movements began to wreak havoc with his self-control.

Yvette was doing wondrous things for her own libido and her excited shrieks of joy sounded out her body's rise to a crescendo of pants and gasps as she exploded in ecstatic release. She paused in her up and down frenzy upon his cock to savour the remaining pulses of her orgasm. It was timely for Adam because his resolve was weakening and until her pause, he had feared an early release of his cum into Yvette.

Adam regrouped and marshalled his self-control, attempting to think of anything other than the tight liquid sheath in which he found his throbbing hard cock immersed. His eyes scanned the room, looking for something non-sexual to take his mind off an early release ... but regrettably, all that his eyes found was the scene in the adjoining two seater. 

There, Adam saw his beautiful wife, side on to Nick, her legs straddling his ... two of Nick's fingers were tucked away gently rummaging inside her cunt, out of sight to the first knuckle. One of Joanne's own hands held Nick's cock ... or as much of it that her fingers could encase ... the fingertips nowhere near meeting. A copious amount of clear liquid oozed from the thin eye of his cock, indicating that indeed her fingers had already been busy agitating his thick rod in readiness for its probe into her inner depths.

Adam's gaze was trancelike, staring in awe at the size of the armament that Nick was preparing to use to penetrate Adam's wife. Only a resumption of Yvette's enthusiastic bouncing upon his own rigid shaft was enough to bring his attention back to the present and the worry that this energetic 20-year-old was about to bring an all too quick finish to their sexual joust.

Adam's hands gripped her arse cheeks tightly, pushing her down on his shaft firmly on his every upward thrust, ensuring that her exposed clit would contact his belly, creating fresh arousal in the young girl's body. Adam closed his eyes to concentrate hard on holding back the dam that was about to break within his balls. He could hear her breathing getting heavy again.

Yvette threw her hands behind Adam's head and pulled his face into her chest. "Suck me, Adam ... please suck on me!" she implored him as she thrust one of her firm nipples between his lips. He obliged her request, laving her nipple with his swirling tongue and his tightly pressed lips that sucked the very being from deep within her. This additional activity on her body was enough to fire off her second orgasm.

Just in time as it turned out because Adam couldn't hold back any longer. Her nipple and half of a compact breast lodged in his mouth was enough to trigger a burst of cum that spurted from the end of his cock, lodging the life-giving fluids deep inside her cunt in a steady sequence of spasms. Throbbing and pulsing combined through their joined bodies as both floated in the warm after-glow of satisfying sex.

The next conscious sound that Adam heard was a person clapping. Yvette still hugged his head between her breasts as she sat atop his diminishing erection, the pulsing within both of them now dying. Adam opened his eyes and tried to look around her body to see if Joanne and Nick were still seated in the chair next to him. They were not.

Adam's hands slid up from Yvette's arse and he took her body firmly in both hands and moved her upper body away from him. Her eyes were closed and she sighed dreamily, still relishing the after-glow of two orgasms. Adam looked around her to see Nick standing in the middle of the room, clapping with both hands.

"Bravo Adam ... we loved it, didn't we, honey?" Joanne stood beside him, her hand still holding what she could of his thick cock. It now stood straight out horizontally from his body and Adam had to admit that the girth of that thing was impressive. Adam looked at his wife's face, wondering if she fully comprehended the uniqueness of what she was trying to hold in her hand.

Nick stopped clapping and possessively placed an arm around Joanne. "It's our turn now, Adam. For comfort, we are going to adjourn to the bedroom. You're welcome to come in ... you're about to see a master at work. I intend to bring supreme pleasure to this lady here. Come on, you guys."

Nick and Joanne led the way, she continued to grasp what she could of his cock. Adam managed to lift both Yvette and himself out of the chair with his shaft still embedded deep into the young girl, who threw her arms around his neck as he began to walk. She made little purring sounds as each step that Adam took caused his cock to vibrate through her body.

Nick and Joanne arrived at the bed and she dipped her head to lift the halter neck of the dress off over her head. "Allow me," said Nick, his hand going to the zipper at the waist and lowering it to allow the remains of her dress to fall at her feet. Joanne stood almost naked, wearing just the white thong, black stockings and her stiletto heels.

Adam, still holding Yvette in front of him, stood in the doorway to the bedroom, admiring his beautiful wife who revelled in the probing gazes of the two men. Adam's hands were full as he held the young nymphet Yvette aloft upon his cock that had remarkably remained semi-rigid.

Joanne slipped her hands into the thin white waistband of her thong and she pushed it down her legs. Knowing that both men were watching her from behind, she bent from the waist to push it off her feet, the move spreading her delectable arse cheeks wide apart, exposing her cunt and anus to their aroused gaze.

Joanne placed her hands, then her knees, on the large bed and she slowly crawled toward the centre, her arse moving seductively – and her cunt squelching from the juices -as she crawled step by step across the bed ... her head turned back to watch the men's reaction. Then she turned over onto her back and let her upper body fall back to a reclining position. She lifted her arms in a beckoning gesture toward Nick. But even as she looked toward Nick, anticipating him to move into her outstretched arms, her eyes caught sight of her husband beyond, still standing in the doorway. His upper body was obscured by the back of the vibrant young woman, who clung to him with her arms and legs in her post-intercourse haze.

Nick blocked Joanne's view of her husband as he moved onto the bed, following the path that she had taken herself, and moving into her outstretched arms, fitting his body against hers, his legs between hers, his huge hard cock flattening on her belly between them. She parted her lips in anticipation as she saw Nick's head lowering to hers and his mouth enveloped her own, his tongue sliding quickly between her lips and teeth to claim hers.

It was a long and passionate kiss and Joanne felt it deeply, although her concern about the size of this man's cock still troubled her. Driven by the desire powered by their interlocking tongues, Joanne could feel his hard cock twitching against her belly and she eagerly pushed her pelvis up, trying to achieve some early connection, but her mound could only make contact with his limp balls, hanging between her legs.

Nick broke away from her lips and he planted brief kisses on her neck before he lifted the weight of his body from her and began to push himself slowly down the bed. His mouth was planting eager seductive kisses on her chest, then sweeping down over the ski slope of her breasts until his mouth engaged one nipple and he sucked it long and hard, his teeth gently grasping it and grazing the tender bud.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 05



Joanne uttered a gasp of pain at the feel of his teeth on her nipple, but her hands overruled any negativity she may have portrayed by sliding slowly up his back to capture the back of his head and hold him firmly to her breast. She whispered to him, "Do that some more ... I like it like that." He did and she gasped again, and then, almost in contradiction, her hands pushed his head across to her other breast. "Do it to this one too!"

Adam still stood at the doorway, frozen to the spot, still holding Yvette in his arms, his cock continuing to slowly prod inside her, maintaining his erection within her cunt, the cum from his previous coming dripping slowly out of her and dribbling down her inner thigh. She appeared to Adam to be asleep, her arms draped around his neck, his hands under her arse, holding her firmly against him.

He watched intrigued as his wife responded warmly to the man whose body lay above her ... she seemed to be seduced by Nick's lips and tongue and teeth feeding on her firm aroused breasts. Her legs were in constant motion, rubbing themselves against Nick's thighs and, Adam guessed, Nick's thick cock which by now would be wedged neatly between Joanne's upper thighs. She appeared to be squeezing her thighs around the thick shaft. Her hands held Nick's head firmly at her breasts and her constant murmuring sounds of pleasure filled the room.

"Ooh, careful ... don't bite too hard," she said and Nick pulled his head up to look down into her eyes.

"Sorry babe, I guess I got a bit carried away."

"That's okay," she said warmly and she pulled his head forcefully back to one breast. "More lips and tongue will do it ... less teeth, eh?"

Her breath was coming in louder shorter gasps now and he hadn't even touched her cunt yet. Nick lifted his mouth off her breasts and he resumed his slide down over her belly, pasting little kisses on her soft smooth skin as he went. Her hands stayed behind his head, helping to guide his mouth to where it felt good for her. 

Adam could see where Nick's mouth was heading and he knew that Joanne would give him no resistance there. Slowly, without making a sound to interrupt the passionate coupling on the bed, Adam crept over to the second bed and sat down on the edge facing the bed where all the activity was now taking place. Yvette stirred momentarily as he sat and she wrapped her legs around his back, seeming to like the warmth of her place against her body, still feeling the heat of his cock warming and filling her cunt.

Nick's lips felt the slight fuzz of some wispy public hair and it signalled he had almost reached her magic spot and his lips formed an "o" to close on her emerging clitoris, drawing the bud in between his lips. The woman beneath him half screamed out an explosive gasp as she felt Nick's tongue painting the clit that was clamped tightly between his lips.

"Jesus ... that's good," she exclaimed noisily. "I won't need too much of that to come again."

A pulsing started within her loins and her pelvis began to thrust upward, seeking to get more of his seductive tongue. Nick managed to pull away and she called out to him, "No ... don't stop ... for God's sake, don't stop!"

"Easy babe, there'll be plenty of time for that ... be patient. I want to do some more exploring," and with that, she felt his tongue snaking along her outer labia lips, placing just enough pressure to make the lips part, exposing the inner lips that quickly felt the intense pleasure of his wet tongue.

Nick stroked his tongue up and down her inner labia, pushing it up as far as her clitoris where the feel of his slurping tongue brought out shuddering movements in Joanne. Down at the other end of her opening labia petals, he stiffened his tongue and pushed it just inside her welcoming cunt and that too drew trembling within her hot body.

In between swipes of his tongue, Nick would purse his lips into a sucking motion and suck on all the sensitive bits that he could find... her cunt, her clit and the labia petals that had opened right up to reveal her intimate parts in all their pink glory. The pressure that Nick was applying to her clit, cunt and everything slick and wet in between was now taking its toll and Joanne's breathing was shorter and louder as she felt an intense pulsing begin somewhere deep inside her body ... a spot that she couldn't reach to scratch. 

But not too worry ... her body, with the help of Nick's tongue, was finding its own way to ease this pulsing itch. Joanne was gasping aloud now and her hands were in Nick's hair, pulling on it ... it seemed that she was trying to pull Nick's whole head up into her cunt. She didn't need to, her body took care of it, bringing the pulsing, throbbing pleasure to the surface in an explosive orgasm that saw her lower body lift clear up off the bed, carrying Nick's head with it, her thighs had locked vice-like on either side of his ears.

Her body was held up by only her feet and her head and shoulders for the first few spasms before her arse fell back down, carrying Nick's imprisoned head with it. The pulsing in her cunt just kept on going with Nick's parted lips still clamped in between her spread cunt lips.

When Joanne eventually unclamped her thighs, Nick pulled his head back, gasping in some clear air. In the throes of her orgasm, he had been struggling to breathe as his nostrils filled only with the magic aroma of her cunt. He lifted his head and looked up along her gorgeous body, just managing to see her beautiful face beyond the rise of her perfect breasts. "You okay?" he asked with concern.

Joanne opened her eyes and looked down at the man whose head she could see looking up at her from between her spread thighs. "Sensational ... my whole body is buzzing."

"I'll give you a moment to come down from that ... but I'm warning you that I'm coming for you. I've waited a long time tonight, probably a lot longer than I have with any other woman. But I wanted to give you some real pleasure down there, just to get you warmed up for the main event."

"You mean the main event is still to come?"

"It sure is ... and it stars my special cock. Do you think you're ready?"

"Oh my God, that's right. I'd nearly forgotten about that ... about your size, I mean."

"Now, now ... don't start panicking. It's just a bit bigger than you're used to. Let me bring it up there and you can get acquainted."

Nick pulled his body up from between her legs and Joanne watched as his whole body came into view and his stiff thick cock bobbed about, sticking straight out horizontally from his body. He crawled on his knees until he knelt alongside her, his hard cock pointing at her face. She turned on her side and put a hand up for her fingers to gently touch it.

"I'm sorry, Nick ... I don't think I can get it in my mouth."

"No, that's okay ... I wasn't expecting that. I just brought it up here for you to see it and touch it ... to get to know it, realise that it can be your friend. It's a very accomplished cock, babe ... and it can make you feel very, very good inside."

Joanne continued to touch it, running her fingers over and under and along ... she was marvelling in wonder that a man's cock could grow to that size. She had little knowledge of cocks, with Adam's and Robert's standard size models being her only recent experience and she vaguely remembered a couple of boys that she had played with intimately back in her home town.

A bubble of clear liquid oozed from the tip and she lifted her head closer to his enormous cock and her tongue came out and swiped the tip, scooping up the flavourless fluid. Nick sighed from above her.

While Joanne had been screaming through the early stages of her orgasm, on the other bed, Yvette had stirred awake with all the commotion and had turned her head, wanting to watch the action of Nick's tongue between Joanne's thighs. To facilitate this, Adam lifted her off his cock and had her turn around with her back to him so that she could face the action. He then guided Yvette backward onto his lap, spreading her legs to the outside of his and he fitted her back over his stiff cock which had not gone down despite his earlier release into the young woman. She settled back down comfortably with Adam's cock wedged hard up inside her, then turned her head to give him a passionate tongue kiss to indicate her affection for him. Then the two had settled, sitting on the side of the bed to watch the culmination of Joanne's orgasm. Now, they still sat there, intrigued ... watching Joanne playing with Nick's enormous shaft.

"Thanks for giving me some time, Nick ... I think I'm ready," said Joanne, giving his cock two hard wanks for effect.

"That's good, I've been ready since I first clapped eyes on you tonight. It will be okay, Joanne ... I promise."

"Thanks!" and she leant forward and licked the tip one last time. "Just giving it a bit of lube."

Nick looked down her body and his hand went out to touch her gently and intimately right in the spread slit of her mound. "I'm not going to need any, you've got enough down there for both of us. It's running like a fuckin' river."

With that said, Nick moved to cover her, his legs fitted between hers and she felt the first touch of the huge head of his cock brush the tender sensitive area of her labia. She gave a fleeting glance across at the other bed and saw her husband, with Yvette sitting astride him, both facing her. Adam's hands were around the young woman, holding her breasts firmly and Yvette was ever so slowly lifting herself up and down. Joanne realised that they must be joined together still, but she didn't have time to check that out as Nick's face appeared above hers and his mouth came down to devour hers in a long and passionate kiss.

From that moment on, her attention was completely on the action that was about to start in this bed. Nick kissed her long and intensely, then his mouth moved to her breasts and he again captured each nipple, one by one, sucking and licking and gently biting as Joanne felt her arousal rising. Of its own accord, her lower body began moving around suggestively on the bed, trying to capture the enormous cock head between the inner lips.

After a long amount of breast foreplay and heaps of cock sliding around in her juices, Nick lifted his upper body and moved one hand down to target his large cock head into the tiny opening of her cunt. He looked down at this beautiful woman that was about to receive him.

Joanne's voice was panicky, "Oh shit, moment of truth."

"Ssshh, it's gonna be good, just relax, babe ... let yourself go and leave it to me. I won't hurt you."

Joanne tried to do as he told her, she wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt her, but the damned thing was so huge. With that, she was embarrassed that her husband was watching this. 'How must Adam be feeling, looking at this man's cock going into me ... a cock that is so much bigger than his? Oh, I wish he wasn't here to see this.'

She lifted her knees up to spread her opening a bit more. Then she felt the pressure of the huge cock head ... it failed to slot into her cunt opening when Nick pushed and it slid harmlessly along her slippery labia lips. "Sorry," he whispered to her as he re-slotted it into the groove of her cunt opening and quickly pushed again. 

Her cunt expanded around the mushroom-like head on just his second attempt and she emitted a loud gasp that reflected pain (??) ... 'No,' she thought. 'Nick was right, it's not quite pain, he called it discomfort ... and it sure is. God, I feel so stretched.'

Nick looked down at Joanne, concerned after her loud gasp on his entry. "You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I thought I was ready, but it's so big, it kind of takes you by surprise. Just give me a moment." She now lifted her legs higher so that her ankles locked around his arse and her cunt opening was stretched as wide as it could be. "Okay, give it to me."

"And how," he answered as he withdrew a fraction before thrusting an inch more into her. 

She did cry out again, but only from the surprise of how much more huge it felt as it pushed into her ... and from the continuing discomfort that she hoped would go once he was fully inside her. She quickly followed her gasp with a more encouraging, "Okay ... I'm okay!"

She went through this about eight more times as each hard thrust pushed another inch of his huge cock into her expanding cunt that was changing size within her body for him.

When at last she felt his balls hanging against her arse, she looked up at him, her eyes wide. One of her hands went down to feel between their bodies, none of his shaft was outside of her, their pelvis' were wedged together. "I can't believe you got it all in. How did I take all that?"

"I told you, the female body is a wonderful thing, it can expand to take one this big."

"My God, what now?"

"That's simple, we fuck ... until you've come a few more times."

"No, I think I've had my quota. I never come more than a couple of times." She was ignoring the pleasure that Robert had brought to her with multiple orgasms, but she didn't want to acknowledge that with Adam in the room. "You just go ahead and do it. Have fun, that's what I'm here for."

"You're not here for only me to have fun ... we are two people about to make passionate love and you are going to be a part of this ... so get ready for some pleasure."

"Okay ... do your best."

Her attitude only made Nick more determined as he began to withdraw his huge shaft, the tender moist lining of her cunt clinging to it as he pulled it right back, only to quickly push it back deep into her again. Joanne felt more of that discomfort, but it eased with every inward stroke as her passage became accustomed to the wide girth of this man's hard cock. Her hands stroked his back to encourage him and, as she started to enjoy it, she even used her heels on his arse like a jockey would kick the flanks of a horse.

Nick settled into a rhythm and he switched on his powers of control that he was so proud of, realising that this was a special woman that would require all of his concentration. He had never made love to a woman quite so beautiful, with such a perfect figure and who had quite such a tight liquid cunt that seemed to be intent on milking his cum right out of him.

He worried that it was taking longer than normal to arouse her to her first orgasm since becoming joined, but he thought that since she had been so apprehensive about his size, her mind may not have been conducive to relaxing enough in the early stages. He gazed down at her beautiful face and thought that she looked very relaxed now. She was even relaxed enough to smile up at him and telegraph her feelings to him. "Feeling good" was all she could say as her eyes closed and her breathing quickened and he knew that he was about to deliver her first ... well, third if you counted those from his hand and his mouth. But Nick had used far more energy than usual in getting her to this point.

Her hands on his back turned into claws as she scratched him and her heels kicked his arse hard, attempting to draw maximum pleasure from the intense orgasm that was about to surface. It exploded from within her and everyone in the room had no doubt that she had come ... and come intensely.

Nick gave her some time to come down, but not for long before he picked the pace up again and he drove on. By not giving her body time to relax, the first orgasm sort of morphed into the second ... only about 60 seconds after. She was even louder this time.

Across on the other bed, the sight of a couple in full flight was having a powerful effect on Yvette and Adam. Yvette had increased her slides up and down on his shaft and Adam, not content to work at her pace, had taken over and was thrusting his hard cock strongly up into this young nymphet ... his hands rolling around and around her compact breasts, massaging the nipples.

Between Joanne's second and her third orgasms, there was a sufficient lull in her own heavy breathing for her to hear from somewhere within the bedroom ... the sounds of two people, they were definitely deep in the throes of joint orgasms. She realised that it must be Adam and Yvette ... she wanted to hate that sound, to regret that she could even hear it, but soon her own body's responses took over and wiped away any thought of the others as she spasmed into her third straight climax. Joanne wondered when this man would ever be done with her body. All the discomfort was gone now, she just felt incredibly full of his hard cock that seemed to fill up every part of her abdomen. She thought that she could feel it in her arse, but realised that it was because he was so big that her stretched cunt was rubbing against her rectum within her body.

Joanne was exhausted from the energy that her body had expended on all of those orgasms and, as much as she was delirious from the constant pleasure he was giving her, she wished for a break soon. As her fourth straight finish started to build, she sensed that maybe he was near too ... his balls seemed tighter, his cock head seemed to be bulging, although it had been so big right from the start, so it was hard to tell. Then, as her latest explosion rocked her body, she heard the man, whose body was moving rapidly upon her, cry out a moan that told her that he was joining her finish. She felt his cock throb and pulse and spasm its way through a shuddering climax that deposited volumes of cum deep and direct to her womb.

At last, all was still, Nick had collapsed onto Joanne and he was heavy, but she accepted that burden for all the pleasure that this talented lover had bestowed on her. She was completely and utterly satisfied. She felt guilty in admitting to herself that this single sex session with Nick was more completely fulfilling than most with Adam, and she thought it was more so than with Robert too. 

Nick finally slid off Joanne, relieving her of his weight, but he lay tightly alongside her with his arm and one leg possessively straddling her body. Both then drifted off into a slumber after their exhaustive lovemaking. 

On the other bed, Adam and Yvette had been sitting, both facing the action just across from them ... Adam was sitting on the bed, holding Yvette in his lap, his hands wrapped around her breasts and his cock embedded in her cunt. When Joanne and Nick had begun to seriously fuck, the excitement generated was too much for Yvette and she had begun to slide up and down on Adam's stiff shaft that had never gone down after their first sexual tryst while sitting in the lounge chair outside.

As Joanne began to peel off noisy and excitable orgasms, Yvette's movements on Adam's hard cock intensified and not content with Yvette's movements alone, he began firmly thrusting up into her body. Neither seemed to have the endurance of Nick and Joanne and somewhere between Joanne's second and third explosive orgasms, Adam and Yvette had a dynamic joint climax that left them both happy and complete. When they came down from that, they somehow wriggled into the middle of their bed and lay spooned together, Adam tucked in behind Yvette and both still looking in the direction of the main event bed. They managed to stay awake to witness the exciting finish on the other bed before Adam and Yvette both drifted off to sleep.

It was around midnight when Adam woke, his limp cock was wedged up against Yvette's sweet arse, tucked between the cheeks and as his hand that still held her breast began to gently feel up her nipple, he felt just a little movement stir in his cock. Adam opened his eyes and looked across to see his wife sitting up, she was straddling Nick's firm body, her legs splayed wide, her knees beside his waist, her calves by his hips and her ankles beside his thighs ... and she was moving. Her arms were straight, the hands spread out on his chest, holding herself up ... the arms stiffening to push away as her body lifted up. Nick's hands were up from his body and they had each claimed one of Joanne's superb breasts and he was fondling them, caressing the nipples and occasionally squeezing the buds between two of his fingers in an erotic pinch. From the look on Joanne's face, Adam knew immediately that Nick's huge cock that he had seen first-hand earlier in the night, must once again be wedged inside the succulent cunt of his beloved wife. Her eyes were mostly closed to experience the emotion and the power of the gigantic tool that carved a path deep within her cunt. But every so often, her eyes would open slightly and she would look down at Nick and smile warmly ... it was a loving look that Adam had seen often. He had never expected to see her giving that emotional contented look of sexual satisfaction to another man ... Adam felt a strong twinge of jealousy course through him. It was obvious to him that Joanne did not realise that he was awake and watching, but it also indicated that she was so caught up in the pleasure that she was drawing from Nick's powerful prick that she was totally oblivious to her husband's presence there in the room.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 06



Warning: This story contains explicit sex activity. I have placed most of the parts in Loving Wives, but since more than 10% of Part 6 is anal, it has ended up in that category. The broad theme revolves around just how much a Loving Wife will do to assist her husband in his career. 

You should read the earlier Parts to fully understand the relationships. But in summary: Adam is 28, married to Joanne, 26. He has a new job in management for a large company in a small town. The couple goes to a party at his boss' house and the boss, Robert is immediately attracted to Joanne. Robert blackmails the couple - by threatening the security of Adam's new job - into allowing Joanne to spend a night with him.

Robert then makes an incredible offer for Joanne to go on the company payroll too and for Adam & Joanne to try to sign up four new major clients, using a combination of Adam's sales abilities and his wife's natural seduction techniques. If they can sign all four, Robert will give the couple 20% ownership of his company. In Part 5, Joanne seduced their second prospect, Nick Marshall, who insisted on Adam being present while Joanne and Nick got down to some serious fucking, her first encounter with an oversized cock.

Copyright 2007 The Big Bopper. This story cannot be reproduced on any other website or reprinted in any form without the express written consent of the author.

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Robert did not come by to visit Joanne that day, nor did he send a courier to collect the supposedly urgent contract. She had just over a week to prepare for her third attempted sexual conquest … this time, it would be Mark Morris, a business owner in his mid 40's, married with one college kid son.

Adam came home that first evening after Joanne's full night with Nick Marshall. Adam had not even seen his wife since leaving her in Nick's arms 18 hours ago … at about 1.30am that morning. She had not arrived home until about an hour after Adam went to work. Joanne found it painful to tell her husband that she could not have sex with him until about Friday … she explained how sore the inside of her cunt was, resulting from Nick's very large cock that had carved a thick and wide path through her. Joanne hoped that path would again be able to grip her husband tightly when they were next able to have sex.

They went to bed early, but without a full night of lovemaking on the agenda, their bed was a very tame scene with Joanne reading a book when her husband joined her in bed. She put the book down and turned to him. "Adam, what was it like for you last night to watch me having sex with Nick?"

"Jo, I had many emotions. I was a bit jealous that he was able to please you the way he did. But, I also felt a warm fuzzy feeling that this man, who we were trying to impress, was having such a good time with my woman. You know, you are special to me. It's weird, but it's like I was bestowing a special honour on this man. How about you, did you feel awkward doing it with another man in front of me?"

"Very awkward! It had been bad enough doing it with Robert in front of you … but then he knew you were my husband and Robert's a cruel man anyway. This was quite different because Nick didn't know of our relationship. I guess it was this man's size that made it awkward. I was embarrassed for you that this man's huge cock was getting to touch parts of me inside that you never have … and probably never will. Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't mean that as some type of criticism of you … just an observation that sex with him was quite different. Were you turned on Adam? You know what I mean … you know how you have wanted to do me the same way as others have. So did watching Nick make you want to copy it in anyway."

"I couldn't copy him, Jo … I just don't measure up."

Her husband's reflective comment made her quite sad and she quickly tried to change the subject. "Tell me, Adam … did you like getting off with young Yvette? Did she feel as hot and tight as I do?"

"It was strange, Jo … I never actually did it face to face with her … I was always in from behind her."

"That's not what I asked … was it good, Adam?"

"Yes it was. I didn't really want her, I was so preoccupied with making sure that Nick treated you okay … but when she came back from the ladies room and took her panties off … and I was the only one that could see her cunt beneath the table. Well, I think that's about the time I considered that I might really end up fucking her."

"What happened when you took her home? You knew I wouldn't be coming home for hours … surely you were tempted to go up to her place and bonk her silly."

"Tempted … maybe! But in reality, there was no way I could do it. It may sound stupid when you have been with three other men now … but I just thought that I would be unfaithful if I did it with her when you weren't around." 

"Oh, that's so sweet! Hey Adam, speaking of taking panties off … my God, … I was so embarrassed to have to hand over my panties to Nick at the table in front of you and Yvette."

"How did he get you to do it? I saw him talking to you before you went to the ladies room … it looked like he was asking you then. But you kept telling him no, so why did you do it after all?"

"He used the ultimate one-liner on me."

"Which was?"

"How bad do you want this order from my company?"

"The minute he said that, I knew that I would be returning from the bathroom with my panties in my purse."

"Did you expect that he would get you off under the table in the restaurant?"

"No, I had no idea that was coming. My God, it was so embarrassing … do you think people at the other tables could hear me coming?"

"They sure could, people were looking around." Joanne's face flushed. "But Jo, I have to tell you what is the sexiest thing that has yet happened to me while you have been having sex with another man."

"Go on, what is it?"

"In the spa bath last night, when our faces were almost touching … and our hands were touching. And he had his big cock up inside you and I could see every thrust he made into you through your eyes. And what's more, I could also feel every thrust of him inside you, being relayed from your hands to mine. Now that was an unreal experience." Adam paused in telling her his reactions. "Shit, I'm getting horny right now, just talking about it."

Joanne reached out for him, pulling him toward her … one hand dropping to the opening in his pyjama pants. "Perhaps I better do something about that, darling … you did go through a lot last night. Hopefully, this might make you feel a bit better."

She bent over and took his erect cock into her mouth and gave him a superb blow job, but I am afraid that you – the reader – are going to have to picture in your own mind what she then did for her husband. Because, with all that he had witnessed his wife do in that hotel suite last night, this blow job from Joanne to Adam was beyond my capacity of description.

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On Friday morning, Joanne was sitting in the kitchen shortly after Adam had left for work … still in her nightie, sipping on her morning heart-starter cup of coffee. There was a sudden loud knocking on the front door. Joanne was not expecting anybody and her immediate fear was that it was Robert seeking to make a conjugal visit on her. In view of the pain she felt that she had inflicted on her husband by his having to watch her episode with Nick, she certainly didn't want to complicate matters by having Robert fucking her behind her husband's back. She snuck over to the window and peeped through the curtains … sure enough, it was Robert, looking to be very impatient. She decided not to answer the door … 'Let him think that I've gone out shopping early,' she thought.

Robert continued to pound his fist on the door. "I know you're in there, babe … come on, open up … I've come for my free fuck. Come on and get your arse out here … I'm entitled. I pay big money for you to put out and you're not doing it enough … Joanne, I'm not getting value for money."

Joanne was concerned what the neighbours might think … he was raising his voice quite loudly and she suspected that he could be heard across the street. She debated going out to see him … just to stop him from hammering on the door and shouting out his obscenities. But she knew that if she opened the door, he would insist on coming in. She also knew that once he was there with her inside her home, she would not have the willpower to deny him.

Her feelings about Adam's boss were mixed and she experienced a love/hate feeling about him. She hated his supreme arrogance, the fact that he knew he could have her whenever he wanted … in some ways she regretted encouraging Adam to stay at the company on Robert's terms. On the other hand, she was strangely attracted to the man who was almost 20 years older than she was. He had shown himself to be a masterful lover and, while she could only concede it to herself, better than her husband at satisfying a woman. She also experienced that uniquely female thing about being attracted to power … and Robert certainly had that. He lived in a beautiful mansion overlooking the bay and through the success of his company, he was worth millions of dollars. The size of his successful company based in such a small community made him a dominant personality in this town and, through his behind-the-scenes manipulations, he virtually controlled this city.

Joanne began to waiver and she tiptoed toward the front door, prepared to let him into the house, just to stop his noisy tirade. But with her hand on the doorknob, the hammering and the expletive-riddled verbal outburst suddenly ceased and all was quiet again in her neighbourhood. She heard his car drive away before opening the door to check.

Joanne was anxious for Adam to arrive home that evening to find out if Robert had said anything to him about coming to the house. Robert had sounded so angry that she wouldn't open the door to him, that she suspected that he would have vented his anger at Adam during the day.

She had decided through the day to come clean and tell him about Robert's attempted visit to the house. After his wife had told him about the banging on the door and the shouting of obscenities, Adam wondered aloud, "Why would he come here though? He's never been to our house before … I wouldn't have thought that he knew where we lived."

"Couldn't he have got our address from staff records?"

"Yes, I guess he could have."

"Adam, you better sit down … I think that I need to tell you something."

"This doesn't sound good, Jo!"

"I should have told you when it happened … now it's going to sound worse. Adam, I need to bring back that painful memory of me spending that night with Robert in his house – and how he made you stay for a while to watch. Remember that next day, we both worried about whether it would end with just one night?"

"Yes, of course I remember."

"At the time, we both thought that he would not be content with just one night, that he may want to see me some more."

"Yes, we were worried … but then we struck the deal for you to try to seduce the four client prospects, we even got a contract with him to that effect. So, since there was no mention of him having you in that deal, I figured that he was satisfied … and that would be the end of you having to have sex with him."

"The deal on paper never mentions him and me, yes! But don't be naive, Adam … think about it … he gets nothing sexually out of me going with the potential clients, and he stands to having to give up some of his company – and his profits – if we are successful. Plus I'm on his payroll and I don't have to do anything for it except fuck four likely clients. I'm not surprised – and I don't know why you can't see it too – it makes sense that he wouldn't be content just to sit back and let others have me. It seems obvious that Robert being such a serial sexual predator would want to see me again."

"So what are you saying? Are you trying to tell me that you've been with Robert since that first night … and you didn't even tell me?"

"Yes, damn it, Adam. Oh my God, I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I just didn't know how to say the words. He has had me since that night at his place. But it was weeks ago!"

"When Jo … and why have you kept it from me. Why has it taken until now? I thought we were a team trying to get through this together."

"We are, Adam, we are! I don't know … I just … I thought it would hurt you if you discovered that I had been with him a second time, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. But then I was worried that Robert would tell you … he's such a cruel man, he likes to rub it in … to hurt you. But then you came home that night after he had been here … and it was obvious to me that you didn't know … that Robert hadn't said anything to you. You seemed so happy … I just didn't want to spoil your night … or your weekend for that matter. It happened on a Friday and by the end of the weekend, I still didn't have the nerve to tell you … I figured that by then it was too late to tell you. If I had said anything to you on Sunday, you would have been angry that it had taken me two days to tell you."

"Not as angry as I am now, weeks later. So what actually happened? Did he call you up and say I want you, let me come over … or did he just barge in without calling first?"

"No, he didn't call up first. I don't know if you remember the day … but it was in the week before I went with Wallace, you know, our first client. You and I had become very romantic with each other … I guess it was because we were both anticipating the start of me going with the four prospects and we were each nervous about how our lives might change. You were very amorous when you woke up that Friday morning…"

"Amorous? I was fuckin' horny as hell … I do recall it. We had really good slow and intense sex, and I remember thinking that night how lucky I was, because by the time I got home, you had your period."

"That's right … that was the day. Anyway, we had great sex together and you went off to work and I was just lying around still feeling really good, not wanting to get up. Well, you'd only been gone a few minutes and the doorbell rang … I didn't want to answer it, I was feeling too good just lying there in bed, soaking up the after-glow. Anyway, the person kept ringing the doorbell, I couldn't ignore it any longer, so I went to answer it … and it was Robert, said he'd come to tell me about our first client prospect. And he had, but that was only a ploy to get in the door. Once inside, he told me that he knew you'd just left … he must have been waiting in his car around the corner, watching for you to go…"

"Did he force you to have sex?"

"He would have, I could see how determined he was. I tried to talk him out of it … I really did. But he reminded me that by putting me on the company payroll, he had paid me five thousand so far and I hadn't had to do anything for it. I suppose the money thing made me feel a bit guilty…"

"So it wasn't anything to do with you wanting to be with him again … after all, it had been some time since that long night you had with him. I know that you liked that night a lot more than you let on at the time."

"Adam, don't be stupid … I love you – and only you. The sex with Robert that night at his house … and on this particular Friday morning … it was just sex … it wasn't love. Yes, I won't deny that I came, both times…"

"It was a few more times than both … at least on that night. So are you telling me you came again with him on that morning … here in our house?"

"Yes I did, he's quite a powerful lover … well no, not lover, that's the wrong word because I don't love him. What do I call him? It's just the sex, Adam … and the fact that he has this control over us."

"So go on, he tells you that he's paid you lots of money and you haven't put out for anyone … so he wants a piece."

"It sounds awful the way you say it, but I guess that was it. Anyway, I only had my nightie on, so he pushed me face down onto the kitchen table and he had me there and then from behind … we never made it to bed."

"And you both came?"

"Yes!" she answered softly.

"Was he lying on top of you or standing up pumping? It wasn't up the arse again, was it?"

"What is it with you? Why do you always have to know the details?" She caught her husband by surprise, reaching out quickly to feel his groin through his trousers, her hands grasping his solid hard-on. "You are sick … I'm telling you my confession and here I am, expecting its going to hurt you … and I'm feeling such compassion for you. And instead, you're getting horny from my story … what is it with you?"

"I don't know honey … I honestly don't know. It's just that when you tell me about being with another man, it turns me on so much."

"My God, I suppose that you want us to do it now, is that it?"

"Not just do it, Jo … I want us to do it on the bench in the kitchen … just the way you did it with him. Will you do that for me please?"

Joanne didn't answer immediately, she stared into his eyes, pondering her decision. At last, she spoke. "Okay, come on … I don't want to do this, mind you … I don't like you wanting me to do it the same way. I am only going to do this because I feel guilty that I did it with Robert … and didn't tell you."

She took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen. "Adam, you better clear the table, I'll go and put a silk wrap on … that was all that I was wearing when Robert had me that day. If you want a re-creation, I better be dressed right."

Adam's face lit up, "Thanks Jo, I really appreciate it."

For the next twenty minutes, Adam took Joanne on the kitchen table, using it in exactly the same way that Robert had used it to seriously fuck Joanne that Friday morning … even to the point that when he had come, Joanne told her husband to wipe his wet cock on her silk wrap.

"Happy now?" she asked when they turned off the lights and went to bed.

"Yes, I am … thanks Jo … I'm sorry to get you to do that, but somehow, doing it the same way that another man has you, makes it better for me to cope with him having you. Listen, tomorrow night, can we try that thing you did with Wallace in the bathroom, you know, sucking my cock while I watch your back in the mirror."

Chapter 13

Adam stewed all weekend over the news that Joanne had given him on Friday night that Robert had been with her a second time. He had got his rocks off on the revelation … but in the clear light of day, he wasn't happy, particularly on learning that he had tried unsuccessfully yet again last Friday. 

By Monday morning, Adam had reached a monumental decision. As hard as it was for him to aggressively confront someone - most especially someone like Robert - Adam decided for the sake of his marriage, he must make a stand. He went upstairs to the top floor to have it out with his boss.

At exactly 9am, Adam stormed past Helen, the PA.

"You can't go in, Adam, he's got someone with him."

"Too bad," fired back Adam as he turned the doorknob and shoved the door open wide.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 06



Robert was seated alone behind his desk … there was paperwork on his desk, but it was untouched. The man was sitting in his executive chair … staring straight ahead. Adam strode toward the desk, putting himself into Robert's line of vision … but as Adam got closer, he saw that Robert's eyes appeared glassy and didn't focus on him.

"Robert…" yelled Adam at his boss and Robert's eyes suddenly concentrated on the image of his young Marketing Manager standing in front of him … actually shouting at him.

"Don't stop!" said Robert loudly. Adam was unsure to whom the shout was intended.

With Robert's eyes appearing to focus on Adam, the young manager launched into his prepared tirade at his boss. "Robert, Jo told me last night about you coming around to our house a few weeks ago, and having sex with her again, She said you were also there yesterday morning … thankfully, she didn't let you in."

Robert held up his hand for Adam to stop, but without saying anything. Adam saw that the man's eyes were glassy again. Then, suddenly, Robert's breathing took on a rapid increase and he grunted several times before slumping back in his chair.

By now, Helen had followed Adam into the large office … Adam turned and looked at her curiously, but she showed no sign of knowing what was going on. Then Adam looked back at Robert, who sat still in his comfortable chair, breathing deeply, a contented smile on his face.

Adam suddenly clicked what was going on … Robert had the appearance of a man who had just cum. Either Robert had been wanking or there was somebody under the desk … Adam strode around the desk to Robert's side. "You prick, you are insatiable … who have you got under there?"

Boldly, Adam shoved Robert and the chair back away from the desk, noting as he did that Robert's cock lay semi-hard in his lap. Looking down under the desk, Adam saw Yvette, on her knees looking back up at him, traces of cum on her lips and chin. Yvette was the young 20-year-old from the typing pool that Robert had arranged to go on the double date with Adam, Joanne and the client, Nick Marshall.

"Yvette, what on earth are you doing with him? You can do a lot better than this … you don't have to do this, you know."

"Stay out of my life, Adam. You could have had me, but you rejected me. I only wanted you to come up that night and stay with me a bit longer … but you wouldn't. Robert has been looking after me." 

She scarmbled to her feet and Adam handed her his handkerchief, telling her with contempt in his voice, "Wipe his cum off your face before you go back downstairs." 

Yvette licked her lips and then wiped off the residue cum and handed the handkerchief back to Adam, who promptly threw it in the bin. She straightened her dress down from where it had ridden up her thighs while she had been on her knees under Robert's desk. Adam thought that she looked close to tears as she slowly began to walk to the door, passing Helen, who still stood motionless in the middle of the room.

When Yvette was almost at the door, she turned to Adam. "What were you just saying about Jo telling you that Robert had come to the house? And you called it our house … wasn't Jo the woman we went out with to that hotel with Nick? What are you doing with her?"

Adam froze … this could be trouble. Despite Yvette concentrating on blowing Robert under his desk, she had still been alert enough to overhear Adam's furious verbal blast at his boss. From beside him, Adam heard Robert laughing. "Let's see you get out of this, pretty boy."

Adam looked up at Yvette. "Can you come back and sit down please Yvette."

She did, cheekily pushing past Helen rather than walking around her. "This better be good," said Yvette, now with confidence in her voice, her eyes dry again.

Adam's mind was whirring at a frightening pace, trying to conjure up some sort of tale that would satisfy Yvette's curiosity without having to admit to being Joanne's husband. From his chair beside Adam, Robert interjected, "The young lady seems to be waiting for your answer to her questions, Adam."

Adam gave Robert a contemptuous glare and addressed Yvette, who was now seated across the desk from him. He had assumed Robert's normal place behind the large executive desk, although he had no chair to sit in … Robert still occupied that, pushed back toward the window.

"Yvette, I'm sorry that I haven't been able to tell you the truth, you certainly deserved it after our recent night out. However, I have to admit to you that Joanne and I are having an affair." Adam stared straight into Yvette's eyes, he couldn't look to his side to see Robert's reaction, he was fearful that his boss might still give him up, expose the lie that he was unravelling to Yvette.

"You and Joanne … an affair?"

"Yes Yvette … so I think that should explain a lot to you about my behaviour when we were out double-dating with Joanne and Nick last week."

"But if you're having an affair with her, then you must be in love with her, right?"

"Yes I am, very much, Yvette."

"Then how could you let her go with Nick … she's the woman you love?"

"You're quite right, Yvette, how indeed. I have to admit that she and I both agreed to do it for the sake of Robert's business. It was very hard for us both to do that, so you should be able to see now that I didn't intentionally reject you when I took you home. I just found it hard to go up to your room and make love to you when the woman I love was back in that hotel room with Nick … and his big cock."

Yvette's disbelieving stare had softened … Adam became confident that she was buying his story. "Adam, that's awful, I feel so sorry for you. But what about your wife, aren't you married?"

The story just got bigger. "Yes I am, Yvette … that's just a further complication. My wife doesn't know about Joanne and me. So naturally, I would appreciate it if you could keep all this to yourself. I am going to have to come clean with my wife soon, and tell her all about Joanne, because that's the woman I want to be with."

"You don't want to be with her if she's going to go with clients like some kind of slut." Yvette paused to reflect on all that she had just been told and there was silence while Adam, Robert and even Helen all waited to see that Yvette had accepted the tale that Adam had spun. "Adam, maybe I can help," she eventually said.

"In what way, Yvette?"

"Perhaps I could be the woman that entertains the clients for you … now that I have seen how it's done. I'm not married and I'm not in a relationship … I think I'd be very good at that."

At last, Robert had something to say. "Yvette, I think you're right, you could very good at that. I tell you what, come up here to my office on Friday afternoon, about five, I can give you an audition."

"I was hoping that I might audition for Adam, Mr. Johnson," responded Yvette to Robert, giving Adam a cheeky wink at the same time.

"Yvette, I think that young Adam has enough on his plate for the time being. Now, how about you get back downstairs, I'm sure you have some work to do."

"Yvette stood, smiled at the two men and turned to walk to the door. As she reached it, her hand on the doorknob, she turned around. "Mr. Johnson, is all of that true? What Adam just said, I mean."

Adam spun around to look at Robert, hoping that his boss would support him in spite of the verbal tirade he had launched when he entered this office not 15 minutes ago.

Robert looked back at Adam before turning to Yvette. "Yes my dear, it's all true … Adam and Joanne have been having an affair and Adam came here to confront me this morning because I have had Joanne a couple of times too."

"Shish," said Yvette, "What a slut she is!" She turned to open the door and left the room. 

Robert could see Adam bristle at Yvette calling his wife a slut and quickly intervened before Adam said anything severe to the departing Yvette. "Leave it, Adam … leave it! You just got yourself out of a jam. Now young man, what was it you came to talk to me about?"

Adam was disappointed … he was fired up to have it out with Robert when he arrived in this office, but the incident with Yvette had taken the venom from his verbal assault. Nevertheless, he tried again, "Robert, I came here to tell you to stay away from Jo … she has enough happening with trying to win these new clients without the complication of you banging on our front door."

"Banging Adam, pretty appropriate word, I'd say! So you want me to stop banging your wife, is that right, Adam?"

"Yes I do!"

Robert wheeled his chair back over to his desk, pushing Adam out of the way in the process, taking back control of his own office. He picked up his diary, opened it to the current month. "Adam, Tuesday 15th, can you see that Joanne is free on that day?"

Adam's temperature hit boiling point. "Robert, have you not heard a word I've said … stay away from Joanne … on the 15th and any other day!"

Robert smiled a supercilious grin. "Adam you dickhead … Tuesday 15th is not for me, that's the date that the fourth and last client prospect is due to come here. Make sure that she's free that night."

Adam felt stupid for misinterpreting Robert's comment about the date. He was left to mumble, "Okay!" as he turned to depart.

Before Adam reached the door to leave the office, behind him he heard Robert addressing his PA. "Helen, you better get your pen and pad and come back into my office … oh, and close the door. I think that I owe you an explanation about that young Yvette girl."

Chapter 14

Wednesday morning was the day of the third potential client visit. The receptionist buzzed Adam to tell him that his guest had arrived. "Adam, didn't you say that you were waiting on a Mr Morris?"

"That's right, Julie."

"Well, there are two Mr. Morris' here, a senior and a junior."

"Oh … okay Julie, thank you! Tell them I'll be there in a minute." Adam hit the intercom buttons to connect him to the boss' office. "Might be trouble, Robert. Julie says that there are two Mr Morris' waiting in the foyer, sounds as if he may have brought his son. That could throw a spanner in the works for Joanne's pitch at the hotel tonight."

"Yeah, well sometimes life's a bitch. I handled the last drama with Nick Marshall, it's your turn this time. I'm sure you'll think of something, you've got all day." Adam was surprised that Robert sounded disinterested … even quite bitter toward him and he wondered if it was a reaction to Joanne's rejection of him last Friday and their heated exchange in his office on Monday.

Adam went to the building foyer to welcome the two Mr. Morris'. "You must be Mark, I'm Adam Hamilton, I want to welcome you here."

The senior of the two men shook Adam's hand and turned to the young man

standing alongside him. "I'd like you to meet my son, Chuck, he's in college now. Still has a way to go, but I want him to come into my business when he graduates, so I decided to bring him along. He can see how companies try to win our business, it will be good experience for him learning how to say no." Mark laughed at his own joke and the other two men smiled, but for different reasons.

Adam shook the young man's hand too, "Welcome Chuck, it's good to have you along." 

"My friends all call me Chuck … I was christened Charles."

Adam was a bit taken aback, he wasn't sure whether the kid was chastising him for addressing him as Chuck. "Okay … then can I call you Chuck?"

"Sure, doesn't worry me."

Adam turned back to Mark, adding, "I will need to call the hotel and book a second room for Chuck. Actually, we've got you booked in a suite, Mark."

"That sounds good, I'll enjoy a suite … I suppose it comes with a spa, most hotel suites do these days. Just a simple single room will do for Chuck, he has to learn about working his way up from the bottom."

Chuck raised his eyes at his father's comment and Adam wondered if there was tension between them this morning. Adam asked his PA to book an extra room at the hotel, then began his tour of the plant, one that he had designed specifically for prospective clients. He was becoming accustomed to it now, having successfully completed it to win over Wallace and Nick in the past two weeks, although he knew that Joanne might dispute who actually pulled the business in. 

As the day wore on, Adam came around to liking Mark Morris … he was very mild mannered and appeared to be a decent sort of man, not as arrogant and cocksure of himself like Nick was, and not as insipid and straight-laced as Wallace. Adam wasn't so sure about his son … despite his being only 21, he was quite self-opinionated. Adam thought that his youth was probably holding him back at this stage, but he could see that in a few years, this young man could be an irritating prick to have as a client.

When Adam could get away from his guests for a few minutes, he called his wife. "Hi Jo, looks like we might have a problem again, it's never smooth sailing."

"Oh Adam, not again, don't tell me this guy wants you to come along too?"

"No, no, calm down, I'm not coming along. But it does look like you're not going to have him to yourself."

"Why, what do you mean? Don't tell me he brought his wife?"

"No … he brought his son to town with him, he's in college, but Mark wants him to learn the business."

"Oh shit, how old is he?"

"I'd say a bit too young for you, my sweet. He looks about 20 or 21, I don't think he's been in college long … although he has a swagger that tells you he thinks he's King Shit."

"Oh hell, that's going to make it difficult. If I flirt with the old man, his son could run home to mummy and tell on dad, so its unlikely the dad is going to want to play. What will we do?"

"Well honey, at this stage, I'd suggest that we stay with the dinner plans. You're going to have to assess the situation as it unfolds. I might try to suggest that the kid go out partying and not come to dinner with you and Mark."

"Okay, thanks. I'll leave it to you, Adam."

Adam hung up and went back to his guests to resume his tour of the plant and his sales presentation to Mark and his son. Around 4pm, they adjourned to Robert's office and they all enjoyed a friendly drinks and chat session, reviewing the day.

At 5pm, Adam drove Mark and his son to the hotel, offering to come inside while they checked in and to join them for drinks in the bar while waiting for Joanne to arrive at 7pm. To Adam's surprise, Mark declined the offer. "Thanks Adam, but I'm not a big drinker, I might save myself so I don't get too drunk to enjoy dinner with this woman you've saddled us with tonight. More sales pitch, is it?"

"Not necessarily, Mark. Joanne knows that you've been with me all day and that I've talked your head off. I'm sure that she'll go easy on you, it's really just another face to the company, to make you feel comfortable with the prospect of dealing with us."

"Okay, well thanks Adam, I have appreciated all you've done today. I have to say that you all appear to be very professional here and you really do know your products. But, and it is a big but, I have been with my current supplier for a lot of years, it would be a huge wrench to leave them to bring my business to you. I can't guarantee a quick decision."

"All right Mark, I'm certain that you'll make the right decision when you're ready."

The two shook hands and Mark picked up his bag to go into the hotel. Adam looked around to say goodbye to Chuck, but the rude young man had walked off ahead of his father, not even bothering to thank his host for the day.

Adam drove home, he was much earlier than he expected to be. Joanne was

surprised to see him, she was still in her bath and her husband sat down on the closed toilet seat to chat with her. Adam explained what had transpired, his mood was down. "I don't have a good feeling this time, Jo. I think Mark's just along for the ride, take our hospitality, but stay with his present supplier. As for his prick of a son, arrogant little upstart, he wouldn't be much older than 20."

Joanne rose from the bath, water sliding over her smooth tanned skin. Adam admired his beautiful wife with the superb figure, curves in all the right places. 'How could any man not be attracted to her?' pondered Adam.

"Calm down, Adam … we can only do our best. I guess getting all four was always going to be tough." She rubbed the towel across her back, a move that pushed her flat belly and prominent pubic mound forward … it was not lost on Adam. Then when she brought the towel to her front, she preferred to just dab it over her breasts and between her legs, leaving the skin damp. "But let's not be defeatist. I say never give up and don't underestimate my capacity to turn him around. I'll give it everything I've got…" She dropped the towel and used her hands to push her breasts up and out. "…and then some."

Adam followed her into their bedroom and lay down on the bed, his hands folded under his head, watching his wife as she dressed for another night of seduction, a peculiar feeling coming over him, knowing that she was dressing to encourage Mark to be infatuated with her. No, more than just infatuated … she was dressing with a mission to have him fuck her.

Joanne walked naked to the dressing table … she picked up the perfume bottle and dabbed just a touch in all the possible places that Mark's face could end up. Behind her ears, in the cleavage between her breasts, on the little strip of skin either side of her cunt at the tops of each thigh and even in her other cleavage at the top of the crack of her arse. Adam watched it all, his penis stiffening … no matter how many times he saw his wife nude, he still marvelled at how beautiful she is.

She went to her top drawer and selected a pair of high-cut pastel blue silk panties, pulling the sides up high to her waist. There wasn't a lot of them, and most of the back tucked in between her arse cheeks, although it was wider than a thong. Adam admired the way her 38" breasts held firm when she bent over to pull the panties up her legs, there was no sag at all because she had regularly worn a good bra since her early A cup days … tonight she would not.

Going to the closet, she took out another new dress and began to pull it on up over her legs, having to wriggle it past her hips. When Adam saw the deep V cut in front, he realised why there was no room for a bra, her breasts fitting into the moulded cups of the dress … just! She revealed a deep cleavage that dipped below the line of the bottom of her breasts and the inside mounds of each showed prominently. The material of the frock covered her nipples by just over an inch on each side. The dress was a darkish colour, hard to describe, it was speckled with bits of black, brown and silver, some of it glittery. It was very different and very figure-hugging … no man could fail to be impressed that this was a real woman.

She next sat to pull on her dark stockings … they were stay-ups with a tight elasticised black band at the top that kept her hose up to near the tops of her thighs. She revealed only an inch or two of bare flesh above the stockings before Joanne pushed her dress back down to cover the upper parts of her thighs, but only just. The hemline was about 6 inches above her knees.

Joanne walked across to the bed and her hand wandered up Adam's clothed thigh, stopping when it reached the stiff bulge in his trousers. "Would you like me to look after this … before I do my hair and put my make-up on?"




Working For His Promotion Pt. 06



"Yes!" his voice broke as he answered, surprised at her gesture.

"You better sit on the side of the bed … I don't want to get my new dress wrinkled."

"Okay," responded Adam, shuffling over to the edge of the bed, unzipping his trousers as he went … pushing them down his legs as he swung them over the side and sat waiting expectantly, his erection standing at attention.

His wife knelt down in front of him, looking up deep into his eyes briefly before her lips closed over the head of his cock and he felt her tongue and the inside lining of her mouth sucking his hard cock deep into her mouth in one slow motion. So began one of the best blow jobs she had ever given him, but he couldn't help reflecting on how much her technique had improved recently, obviously perfected on men like Robert … and Wallace … and Nick. 'Who knows what enhancements she may bring back from tonight's encounter?' thought Adam as his testicles worked overtime producing a neat package of cum for their master to express deliver down Joanne's throat.

Her mouth was relentless, sucking his cock to full extension and then maintaining a continuous sucking, slurping motion that drove him to quickly expel his cum. It shot from him in spurts, like pellets from a gun and her throat swallowed one little pool of his cum after another until he was dry.

Her lips withdrew tightly along the length of his cock, taking with it any residual cum left lying around. She pulled back off his cock and looked up at her husband fondly, a tiny patch of white liquid splashed on her face just to the side of her parted lips. Adam brought his hand to the side of his own mouth and pointed to indicate to her that something was there on her face. Instead of bringing a hand up to wipe away whatever blemish was there, her tongue slipped out between her lips and, like a snake, it darted to the side and licked off the offending patch of cum and she swallowed it.

"You get better and better at that all the time," he told her.

"I don't think so … you're just enjoying it more," she told him modestly.

Joanne stood up and walked across the room to sit at the dresser and began to apply her make-up. Then, she worked on her hair, making a change to her normal appearance, pulling her long red locks back tightly behind her head and tying the remainder in a bun.

"You're not going to let your hair hang loose," he observed.

"No, I felt like a change tonight … trying something new. I hope Mark will like it."

Her words I hope Mark will like it were a sharp reminder to Adam that Joanne was preparing herself as a sacrifice to spend the night with the man that Adam had spent the day with.

"I hope so too," he mumbled as Joanne declared her preparation complete and got up from the mirror, picked up her purse and crossed to the bed. Her husband stood up and kissed her briefly on the lips, the taste of his own cum still lingering there. "Have a good time … remember to tell me everything when you get home."

"Will you be up," she asked innocently.

"You better believe it," was his double entendre response.

Chapter 15

Joanne arrived at the now familiar bar and scanned the room, wondering which man was Mark Morris. To her surprise, the barman called her over. "Are you supposed to be meeting a Mark Morris?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"He asked for a woman called Joanne, I'd heard you called by that name when you've been in here before."

"But there must be many women in here every night. I bet you don't know them all by name."

"There's not many that look as good as you."

"Thank you! So where is he?"

"He's just gone into the restaurant,"

"Already?"

"Yeah, said he's not much of a drinker."

"Okay, thanks," Joanne was concerned that the bartender was noticing her and she had been with different men on each occasion. 'I hope he doesn't think I'm a hooker,' she thought as she made her way into the restaurant.

The maitre d' showed her to a booth where two men sat and she guessed that the younger man was Mark's son, Chuck. She stood at the edge of the table as Mark shuffled out of the booth and stood to greet her.

"You must be Joanne, what a pleasure this is … the guys didn't tell me just how beautiful you are."

"Thank you, Mark, that's so nice of you to say that. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sorry I'm just a touch late … something came up as I was preparing to leave." She smiled to herself at the momentary reminder of her husband. "But I'm here now and you have my full attention for the rest of the night."

"Well, that sounds promising. Oh, by the way, I must introduce my son … this is Chuck. He's not actually with my company yet, but I'm just grooming him to come into the business after he finishes college."

"Hello Chuck, pleased to meet you." She smiled and partly proffered her hand, but quickly withdrew it when Chuck never stood up nor looked like shaking her hand. He just picked up his glass and took a swig, acknowledging her presence with a nod.

"Here, please have a seat," offered Mark.

Joanne's fingers hiked her dress hemline up to a high thigh point, revealing the black tops of her stockings as she manoeuvred herself into the booth. She moved around on the seat to allow Mark to follow her in, placing her on the curve of the U in the U-shaped booth, sitting between the two males.

She found Mark to be an easy conversationalist, and she was able to converse on a number of topics, but Chuck barely said a word, just sipping on his drink while his eyes scanned the room, watching keenly whenever a woman crossed his vision.

Joanne noticed that Mark drank very little, nursing one glass of wine most of the night. She put a few glasses away, wanting to reach a certain comfort level where she could allow whatever Mark would want to do to her body without any fear or panic. She noted that Chuck drank at about the same pace as she, but Joanne deduced this was because he was an alcoholic … or well on the way to being one.

The presence of the son made flirting with Mark very difficult so she confined her moves to beneath the table. Joanne had dropped one shoe on the floor, so at appropriate times when Chuck's attention was elsewhere, she slid her stockinged foot up Mark's leg, slipping the toes up the inside of his trouser leg … her nylon hose rubbing on his bare skin. Whenever she did this, she watched his eyes reacting and they told her that he was interested.

When they had finished all three courses and just when Joanne was beginning to worry about how she was going to get upstairs into Mark's bed, the rare sound of Chuck's voice was heard. "Hey dad, I'm gonna cut out, this is pretty boring. You two want to talk business and all … I'm just gonna split. I'll see you in the morning, dad." Despite his aloof attitude to her all evening, Chuck turned to Joanne and surprised her by holding out his hand politely. "Nice to meet you, I hope I see you again sometime … you're a very pretty lady."

Chuck slid out of the booth and was gone. "Wow, thank God for that," said Mark. "I was afraid I was going to have to tell my own son to piss off. I thought he'd never go. Now young lady, I suspect that we have some serious business to discuss about me buying off your company. To me, at this time of the night, it seems that the best place to discuss this might be up in my suite. Would you not agree?"

"Oh really?" her eyebrows raised as if she wasn't so sure, playing hard to get with him. "Will I be safe if I go up to your suite to discuss business? A bedroom at ten o'clock at night sounds like an odd place to hold a business meeting."

"How safe do you want to be, Joanne? I have felt your foot up my trouser leg all night … I thought that you might be an adventurous type who would just follow a path and see where it leads. Perhaps it all depends on how much you want my business?"

Her hand slipped under the table and ran along his thigh toward his groin, stopping only when it reached a bulge in his trousers. "I want your business very, very much … and I think I can offer you a lot more fringe benefits than our opposition." With that, she squeezed his hardening cock within his trousers and his eyes widened.

Mark took his room key from his pocket and waved it at her, "Let's go!"

She signed for the restaurant bill, grabbed her purse, hiked her dress high and slid out of the booth on the side that Chuck had been sitting. Mark stayed seated while she did, enjoying the long expanse of stockinged thighs that she revealed to his gaze. When she looked down to see what he was doing, she paused and seductively tugged the dress a notch higher, exposing a patch of pastel blue panties to him. His eyes focussed hard on the patch of blue that barely concealed the lips of her cunt.

"That should do it," he said as he slid out of the booth and followed, slipping his arm around her waist and hugging her warm body to his as they walked to the elevators.

"Do what?" she questioned naively.

"I'd say that's confirmed what sort of business meeting this will be."

When the doors closed on them for the ride up to his floor, Mark turned and took Joanne into his arms, his mouth closing on hers and delivering a passionate kiss that quickly developed into tongues and grinding lips. Both of his hands slipped down her back and each grasped a handful of her shapely arse cheeks, massaging her bottom through the short dress.

She was surprised by how eager he had suddenly become, not wanting to wait until they were in his room before kissing her passionately. She didn't know what to do with her hands with their bodies pressed so tightly together, so she just draped one around the back of his neck and the other around his butt.

The elevator bell dinged to indicate stopping at a floor and they broke the kiss to check if it was his. It wasn't and the doors opened and a young male hotel employee came in and pressed for a floor. The doors closed again and the car moved upward once more. Their kiss interrupted, they each stood with an arm around the other's waist. Joanne felt one of his hands drop back to her arse … she felt it pulling the hem of her short dress up further at the back. Then, she felt his fingers touching the bare skin at the top of the back of her thigh, above the stocking top.

The fingers were lightly stroking and she nonchalantly stepped one leg to the side, spreading her thighs just a little and his fingers took advantage, touching the silk of her panties and tracing the crease of her arse cheeks from bottom to top, then back again. It wasn't a thong, but the panties were not very wide in back and his fingers tucked all of the silky material deep into the cleavage of her arse, baring her cheeks.

She giggled and turned to look into his eyes. "Having fun?" she whispered as the fellow passenger turned to see what amused her. Mark pushed his finger firmly against the bunched material that was all that separated his digit from her puckered anal ring.

"You've got a great arse … has anyone ever told you that?"

"They might have … once or twice."

"Oh fuck, this elevator is slow."

At last, the bell dinged and the doors opened at Mark's floor. With one of his fingers still insinuated in between her arse cheeks, her dress bunched up at the back so that it ended just above her arse, the two departed the elevator, giving the hotel employee a great view as they walked off together down the hall.

"Do you think that made his night?" she asked, laughing.

"Yeah, he's probably stopped it between floors to have a quick wank … poor bastard. See what you do to men."

They reached his suite and Mark had to retrieve his finger from her arse to open the door … he stepped back to allow her to enter. It was the same suite in which she had seduced Wallace two weeks ago. As she reached the middle of the first room, the lounge area, she dropped her purse onto a table and turned to face him. "So we'll cut straight to the key question … are you going to buy off my company from now on?"

"Well, I heard the full sales pitch from your colleague Adam today … so I don't need any more facts and figures. Oh, hold on … I am actually seeing a new set of figures … one actually that just might sway my decision. I would like to see a lot more of that figure … do you think that would be possible?"

"Of course it would … anything to oblige." She turned so that her back was to him. "Can you get the zip for me, Mark?"

His hand reached up to her back and his fingers took a firm hold of her zipper and slid it down, the dress parting to reveal her bare back and no bra strap. The zipper didn't stop until just above her arse, Mark could now see the top of the back of her pastel blue silk panties, sitting high on her waist. Joanne raised her hands and pulled the dress off her shoulders and clear of her breasts … it fell to the floor in a pool at her feet.

Mark could now see the entire length of Joanne from the back … the pastel blue panties with the material still wedged into her arse where he had pushed it, her dark stockings – stay-ups that stopped near the top of her thighs, leaving about two inches of bare skin. Her long legs looked sensational, the muscles taut as he stood in her stiletto high heels. Joanne raised her hands to the back of her head, fiddled for a moment and then her long shoulder-length red hair cascaded down and she shook her head for a very positive effect on Mark's libido.

"You look sensational from the back … can I see the front too?"

"Of course … anything for my new client," she answered as she slowly spun around, bringing more of her beautiful body under Mark's gaze. Her hands were still up behind her head and it had the effect of lifting her firm breasts even higher.

"Fuck … what a gorgeous body! Can you stay long? There's so much I want to do with you."

"I can stay as long as we have things to do and business to discuss … what exactly did you have in mind?" This part of these liaisons always worried Joanne, she was concerned that she could end up with somebody weird who may want to do things with her body that she wouldn't like. She had bought some sex manuals recently, just to try to learn about some of the stranger things that men may want. She was well aware that so far she had been very lucky. Robert had introduced her to anal fucking and that was the only thing that she hadn't done with Adam.

By now, she had turned fully around and his eyes travelled slowly down from her beautiful face to her shapely breasts that stood firm and proud. His gaze took in her thin waist, then her flat belly still contained within the pastel blue high cut silk panties, pulled up tight so that the material stretched across her mound. At last, his eyes lifted back to hers and he answered her.

"I have to fuck you in every way possible, I can't believe that I've got someone this beautiful in my room. And I love that arse of yours … I think I'd like to do some exploring in there."

Joanne felt her arse clench nervously at his comment, realising that she may have to give it up again tonight, just as she had done for Robert. Her mind flashed back to that night quickly, trying to recall how much pain there had been before she became accepting of a man's cock inside her arse. 

"We'll see … I'm not promising anything, why don't we just get together and see what happens. I'm feeling very much on display here … can you give me a kiss?"

Joanne's hands dropped from behind her head and she held them out in a gesture of welcome to Mark. He quickly stepped forward and took her in his arms. They hugged and their lips met for the second time … their kiss was no less passionate as they threw themselves into it with abandon. Two sets of hands exploring, massaging and touching over backs and arses. He had the advantage of touching a near nude woman, but he was still fully clothed, so her touching of him was less sensual.

This kiss was much longer and deeper and when they came up for air, both were panting and short of breath. "Let's get you out of these clothes," she said as she began unbuttoning his shirt. "I want to see what you've got to give me." 

"That's putting pressure on me."

"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you … it felt pretty healthy when I held it downstairs in the restaurant." She pushed the shirt down his arms and it fell discarded to the floor. "Ummm," she mumbled approvingly as her eyes admired his muscular body. "Nice … real nice!"

Her hands went to his belt and she unbuckled it, standing back to let the trousers drop, leaving Mark in only a pair of boxers, the front tented by his erection. "Well, what do we have here," she said, grasping it through the material of his boxers and giving it a gentle tug. "Come on, let's find a bed."

She held on to his cock through his boxers and led him by it through the doorway into the bedroom and right up to the side of the king-size double bed. She let go of him and put one knee on the bed, looking back at him over her shoulder. She flicked her head seductively and the red hair whipped across her face from side to side. Mark nearly came in his boxers.

She looked away from him again to see where she was going, bringing her other leg up onto the bed and crawling on her hands and knees toward the centre of the huge bed. Her silky panties were still caught up in her arse cheeks from where he had put them while riding up in the elevator. She moved so slowly and each cheek rose and fell with each movement. 

Halfway to the centre of the huge bed, she paused to look back and one of her hands slid around to her arse and the finger delved in and plucked the wad of silk panties out from her crease. Holding the strand of silk daintily between two fingers, she pulled them to one side, revealing to his gaze her tiny anus and her pubes, the runway shaved into her pubic hair showing him the way. She used her anus to tease him, it appeared to wink at him as she clenched the muscles in her arse. "Did you say you liked my arse?"

"Yes I like it … but I said I wanted your arse."

Mark dropped his boxers in reaction and she saw his cock for the first time. It was average size, but very smooth … circumcised, brownish in colouring … it looked sleek to her, like a racing machine. She let her panties snap back into her arse crease and crawled on two more steps to the centre of the bed. Still on her hands and knees, she looked back to him again over her shoulder. "Are you coming?" she asked seductively.

"Thank God, not yet … but I am getting on the bed!" Mark said as he pulled his shoes off and his boxers that had fallen around his ankles. He quickly got onto the bed and moved up behind her, leaning forward to start planting kisses all over her arse cheeks. "I am going to worship your arse tonight."

Joanne shivered with a touch of fear … she realised that by committing to have sex with several different men, the odds were that at least one was bound to want to take her there. She wasn't very experienced at it yet and she didn't want to embarrass herself by panicking when it began to hurt.

Mark's kisses had found their way into the cleavage between her rounded cheeks and she was suddenly stunned to feel his tongue swipe up and over her little anal ring. Involuntarily, her body committed to an appreciative sigh as she felt the stab of pleasure run through her loins. He did it again … drawing the same reaction from her body. Her body was reacting positively to this man's tongue right in her arse, but her mind wanted to reject it because Joanne's upbringing had taught her that her arse was just somewhere that a man's lips and tongue shouldn't be. Robert hadn't used his tongue on her when he took her arse.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 06



The trouble for Joanne was that the physical was winning out over the mental and she even found herself pushing her arse back at Mark, trying to get more of his tongue there. 'What am I doing,' she wondered to herself. 'Do I want him to push his tongue inside? Good grief, what is happening to me?'

But just as she was getting to like it, he grasped her hips and rolled her onto her back, catching her by surprise. Her legs splayed apart as she fell back onto the bed and in an instant his legs were between hers, his upper body hovering above hers. "I'd love to have gone on with that, but I have to have your cunt first … you have got me so horny. God, you've got a body to die for!"

His head dipped down and his mouth captured one nipple and his lips and tongue quickly brought the little bud to full arousal before switching to her second and doing the same there. Joanne was enjoying his foreplay and she brought her hands up behind his head and held him there, making sure that he paid full attention to her aroused nipples.

Meanwhile, Mark was moving his pelvis around, his cock teasingly nudging parts of her spread pubic mound. At first, he would just slot his hard-on into the succulent groove of her labia lips, then he would pull away in a tease, only to have his hard cock reappear and just nudge her exposing clitoris, bringing out an extra gasp from her lips. Her sighs were already rolling from her mouth in response to the attention his lips and tongue and teeth were giving to her twin treasures.

Joanne was loving all the good feelings, her breasts were tingling and further down, his teasing cock was causing her to hump her own pelvis up at him, trying to capture his hard cock within her cunt lips. 'I really have been lucky,' she thought, 'that Robert and Nick – and now Mark - have been considerate and caring lovers, giving me time to become aroused. But oh God, I'm ready for him now … I hope he puts it in me soon.'

That last thought prompted a flash of guilt to run through her mind and she pictured her husband at home alone. 'I've been gone four hours, what would he be doing now? He's probably watching TV, but not concentrating on it. Knowing him, he'll be concerned for me, hoping that I'm okay. I wish I could somehow send a signal … then he could even get some sleep. The trouble is, he's been here now, and he's seen the room, knows what goes on, he would have mental images too. He's probably picturing Mark about to put his cock up inside me.'

While Joanne's mind had wandered to thoughts of her husband, Mark's mouth had left her breasts and worked their way down her body, licking her navel – an inny – then his hands were tugging her silk panties down and his lips traversed her flat belly and reached her pubes. Joanne's mind snapped back to the present and she suddenly realised where his tongue was headed.

"No, please don't do that!"

"Why, what's wrong? I just want to suck your clit. Don't you like that?"

"I do … and normally I would love that … and I don't want to deny you anything. But Mark, your tongue was just in my arse … I don't want to get an infection."

He looked up her body to her face from between her legs, his face registered a look of extreme disappointment. "It's something I love to do to a woman."

"I'm sorry … but you shouldn't have put it in my arse first. Come on … come up here … I'm very ready for you … I want you inside me now."

Reluctantly, Mark moved his body back up until he hovered above her again and she felt him fit his cock right into her pubic slit that was now running with juices. She sighed as she felt the smooth mushroom-like head of his hard cock nudge into the opening of her cunt and she whispered a soft "Yes, do it … I want you!"

Mark pushed forward and the cock head sunk into her moist juicy cunt … a brief pause and then he pushed again … and again. In just three strokes, he had his full length embedded in her body and he lowered his head and she planted her mouth into his neck and gave him a passionate love bite. He pulled his head back quickly, "You've marked me!"

Joanne smiled up at him, realising that his concern was probably because he would have some explaining to do when he went home to his wife. "Sorry, but you're mine tonight."

Mark began making his moves and it quickly became apparent to Joanne that this man had a different technique from any man that she had yet been to bed with. He slipped a half stroke in between every full push into her body … it had a peculiar effect on the areas that created her pleasure. She suspected that his half stroke was causing the knob of his cock to stop and pause right on her mysterious g spot that was hidden a little way in on the roof of her passage. Whatever it was, she soon realised that it was having an amazing effect on her body. It was already feeling very good and she sensed that she would have no trouble coming … and the way her body was responding to his one-and-a-half stroke technique, it would be very soon. What she did wonder was when he got some real speed up, how he could maintain the one short-one long pattern.

No time to worry about that thought as her lower body began a throbbing that coursed through her and she wrapped her legs up around his, using her heels to push him further and deeper into her cunt. Panting gasps were pouring from her mouth as they signalled the onset of a raging orgasm that quickly overpowered her body. Mark never paused … his cock's moves were almost mechanical and she looked up into his face. That was mechanical too … she saw a set stare … he was so mentally determined to override his emotions and the pleasure that his cock was getting from being inside Joanne's succulent cunt, just so he could make it last.

By not stopping for her pleasure, Joanne found that her orgasm never really stopped either, the throbbing and pulsing diminshed after the initial impact, but then she felt a lesser rumbling that just kept rolling along, meeting up with the second huge orgasm that rocked her body. Again, Mark never lessened his pattern of powerful one-and-a-half stroke thrusts and again Joanne's throbbing only eased after her second coming, but it never went away. Then there was a third huge blast for her … now she was used to it and she didn't expect Mark to slow down and she knew that the rumbling within her loins would not go away until he was done.

There would be a fourth before she felt his cock swell within her cunt and saw a smile return to his face, hovering above her … and she knew that this was it. This would be his climax and she didn't care whether she had another or not … it had all been one incredible long orgasm for her … something unique … with highs and lows, but no lessening of the pleasure. It had been good … very good.

Mark's cock exploded within her and at last his cock was still. That is, the driving strokes had stopped, but it wasn't yet totally still … it pumped out its delivery of cum deep into her cunt … four or five times until at last Joanne could only feel a light pulsing within her body.

"Wow … that was different!" she enthused.

"You looked like you enjoyed it."

"I did … but where did you learn to do that?"

Learn to do what?"

"That … that strange thing you do with your cock, sort of like a half thrust in between every full thrust inside me. It felt really different … and it got me going. I don't know how you can keep doing that so consistently though. Hey, that was a gooood feeling."

"That's good … I'm glad you liked it. I … I've worked on it over the years. From when I started bonking girls when I was a teenager, my dad taught me that you had to think of how it felt for them too. So through gaining experience in fucking, I developed that little half-thing … and most of the women seemed to come from me doing it to them. My wife loves it, says I should patent it … she says I should call it Mark's Move."

"But do you actually get enjoyment from doing it that way … you looked like you were some place else while you were fucking me … as if you were meditating."

"It's probably a bit like that … I've just taught myself to block out how good it feels until I think the woman has come enough … and then I go for it."

"Very clever … well, I have to tell you I liked it … no complaints on my part."

"I'm pleased that you're happy … you gave your body to me, so it was the least I could do to treat it with respect."

She felt his cock pulling out of her, so she unlocked her legs and let them fall to the bed on either side of his. He fully withdrew, but to her surprise, instead of lying down alongside her, as Adam, Wallace, Robert and Nick have all done after good sex, he got straight up off the bed and went into the other room. She was even further surprised when she thought she heard him talking on the phone. 

A moment later, Mark reappeared and walked back to the bed. "What were you doing?" she asked curiously.

"Nothing!"

"It sounded like you were on the phone."

"Umm, yes … well I was."

"At this time of night?"

"Yeah, just something I forgot to do."

"Funny time to remember it … what, you were in the middle of pushing your cock into me and suddenly you thought 'hey, I didn't call so and so … I must do that'"

"Something like that … look it's no big deal, you came, didn't you?" Joanne saw that he was getting irritated about her questioning. 

"Yes I came, but that's not everything you know … a woman likes to think that she has the man's complete attention."

"Yeah well, you have now." Mark got back onto the bed and rolled over to lie alongside her, one arm going around her to hold her close.

"Umm, that's better, I like to have the man stay close to me after good loving like that … most women do." She snuggled closer to his body, enjoying his warmth.

A sudden sound came from the other room … it startled Joanne and she lifted her head to look toward the doorway. "What was that, Mark … did you hear that?"

"No … what? Did I hear what?"

"A sound, like a door closing or something … it came from the other room. Is there someone out there … can you look please?"

"No, it's nothing."

"What do you mean nothing … I tell you I heard something."

Her head lifted again, looking to the doorway. This time, she saw a man appear, coming through the doorway, walking into their bedroom. Joanne shrieked. "Adam, someone's here!" Then the person moved closer to her side of the bed and she recognised that it was Mark's son, Chuck. "What is this? What's going on?" 

Joanne lay totally exposed, her legs still spread wide from where they had dropped when she unwound them from his legs. Cum was leaking from her cunt, the lips still spread apart. She tried to reach down to grab the top sheet to pull it up to cover her naked body. But as hard as she tried, Joanne couldn't lift her upper body high enough to reach down for the sheet … Mark held her tightly around the waist, holding her body flat on the bed.

"Mark, what are you doing, let me go. What's going on here?" Chuck was starting to unbutton his shirt. "Mark, tell him to stop … I don't know what you think I am, but I am not a slut. I won't be passed around … I am not having the two of you tonight."

"Calm down, Joanne … nobody said you were a slut. Please, just listen … hear me out. You're a very beautiful woman and my son … well, despite the fact he's 21, he hasn't had much experience. He's not a virgin … he just hasn't had too many women … none satisfactorily."

"Well, he's not about to start getting experience from me." Chuck had discarded his shirt and was now unzipping his trousers, then unbuckling his belt. "Stop him now, Mark … I tell you, I won't do this!"

"Steady Joanne … don't forget that you wanted my business so bad that you came up to a hotel room with a man you've only known three hours. Now, I haven't committed to buying off your company … until now! What say that you let my boy have you too and I'll sign … I promise, I'll sign tonight. Isn't that what you want … just think, isn't that why you came up here to my room?"

"This is called a gang bang, isn't it … I've heard about that. I'm not that kind of person."

"Joanne, I hardly think two men is a gang bang … I think the better term is menage a trois. That sounds a heck of a lot better than gang bang."

Chuck was now down to his boxers and his hand slipped into the waistband and started to push them down. Mark held his hand up in a stop sign to his son. The young man hesitated, the waistband of his boxers hanging on his erection that stood straight out from his body. "Aw shit, come on dad … don't stop me now. Don't listen to her … you told me she'd be okay about it."

"It's okay, my boy … I'm not stopping you … I'm just asking you to wait up a moment. Nobody's going to force this woman to have you … just give her a moment. We don't want to rush things … give Joanne a moment to think this through … it should be obvious to her that she needs to let you fuck her."

"If I'm not being forced, why are you holding me down? That looks like force to me."

"Joanne, I just want you to be reasonable … think it through. You just had great sex with me, you're feeling very good, you said so yourself…"

"I was!"

"…and you'll feel good again later in the night, I promise you. I'll give you another good bang. But right now, what you want most of all is to be able to go to Robert and Adam tomorrow morning and tell them you closed the sale … tell them it was so easy. Isn't that right?"

Joanne didn't answer immediately, her mind pursuing all of her options. Chuck had been so rude to her all night that letting him have her body was the last thing she wanted. But reluctantly she accepted that signing this client was the prime reason that she was here. Could she live with herself later if she had to admit to Adam that the only reason that they didn't make the sale was her refusal to let Chuck inside her body? Then again, if she did let Chuck go ahead and fuck her and his dad signed the contract, would she ever be able to tell Adam that she had been with two men in one night?

Eventually, she turned her head to Mark and nodded an affirmative to his last question.

"I'm right, aren't I? You want to walk in with the contract. Joanne my love, you can do it … you can be the star of the business. All it will take is to lay there … stay right where you are and let my boy jump on your bones and give you a quick fucking. He's only a kid, it won't be a long one."

"Don't put me down, dad … you don't know what I might be capable of," Chuck interjected.

"Shut up, son," Mark bellowed at Chuck, not appreciating the interruption while he was trying to convince Joanne. Mark turned back to Joanne, lifting his arm off her. "It's your call, Joanne. If you don't trust me, I'll sign before he sticks his dick in you."

The two men waited in silence, eager for her answer, both watching Joanne from opposite angles. Mark lay naked alongside the equally naked Joanne, his arm now resting on his hip, having lifted it off her body. At the side of the large bed, Chuck stood expectantly, bare except for his boxers, the front of which hung from his hard-on while the back had fallen below his arse.

Joanne lifted an arm and rested it across her eyes, blocking the room from her sight in an attempt to reach a decision. Finally, her arm lifted off her face and she opened her eyes and turned to Mark. "Sign it now!"

Mark immediately rolled off the bed and went into the other room to find the contract and a pen. Chuck, believing a deal had been made, pulled the boxers off over his cock and let them fall to the floor. Joanne was conscious of the movement out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't want to look directly at him yet. She was curious though … would his cock look like Mark's and what about its size? She was now so conscious of the size of men's cocks after her experience with Nick last week.

After what seemed an eternity in which Chuck just stood beside the bed, his hand now idly stroking his cock to maintain his arousal, Mark reappeared, carrying the contract. He walked to the bed, dropped the papers alongside Joanne's head, leaned over the bed and signed the order. "It's a done deal … congratulations … you drive a hard bargain, but it will be worth it. Now good lady, look after my son please … be gentle with him, he's only had one girl before and neither of them had much idea about what they were doing."

Mark withdrew from the bed. "I'll put the contract beside your purse." 

Joanne watched him leave the room and slowly turned her head to see the young man standing beside the bed, watching her, his hard-on in his hand. He looked like he was waiting for her approval to get onto the bed. "Okay," she said resignedly and he almost leapt onto the bed, sliding over quickly to lie alongside her, his head resting on his upturned hand. Chuck reached out with his other hand and ran it across her flat belly, up to the underside of her breasts and she shivered from his light touch. "Umm, that's a good place to start," she told him, reaching to take his hand and guiding his fingers lightly across one nipple, sighing as she led them softly back and forth, arousing her. Her nipple erected under his soft touch. "Feels nice … you can kiss it too if you want … I'd like that."

His head moved slowly across and his mouth closed over her nipple and his tongue washed across it while his lips sucked around her aureole. "Umm, you're doing good," she told Chuck, looking down at the top of his head as his mouth devoured one nipple, then switched across to the other. Beyond Chuck's head, her eyes focussed on his father standing, still naked, at the end of the bed, watching his son learning to make love.

While his mouth was busy on her breasts, Chuck's free hand wandered back down across her belly and, on finding her pubic mound, he tried to push his finger straight into her cunt. "Easy Chuck, not too quick, don't just push it in … I'm still wet from your dad, but not that wet. You need to take it slow."

"Sorry!" he mumbled from between lips that were busy sucking and licking and kissing her breasts. He withdrew his finger and contented himself tracing a line along her outer vaginal lips.

"That's much better … that can really get you places." She moved one of her hands down to again grasp his hand and move it a little higher on her mound. "Will you let me show you this little gem here…" She pushed his finger onto her clitoris and guided it around and around a few times. "…oh God, that's it Chuck, not too hard … oh, if you do plenty of that, the women will love you. It will open doors … or something like that. Oh Chuck, feeling good … don't stop! Keep that rhythm … umm!"

Despite already having come several times from Mark's distinctive fucking style, Joanne was beginning to exhibit signs of another climax approaching … her breathing was quickening from the dual attention from Chuck. She was being aroused orally on both of her breasts and digitally on her clitoris. 

"More, oh please more … a bit quicker with your finger," she commanded him, her hand again taking his to speed up his strokes on her clitoris. Her other hand went to his head, grasping a handful of hair and dragging his head up to bring his mouth in contact with hers, her tongue quickly forcing his lips apart and insinuating itself into his mouth to tackle his tongue.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 06



Her pelvis began to hump up off the bed, clinging to his constantly moving fingers. Their kiss ended and she pushed his head back down to her breasts. "Please suck them some more!" The room was filled with Joanne's panting shrieks that indicated she was on the verge of coming. 

Above the sound of Joanne, Chuck could hear his father coaching from the end of the bed. "Just keep doing what you're doing, don't change a thing … same steady rhythm, she's almost there, son. This is all your doing … it's going great!" Still naked, Mark's erection had reformed at the sight of his son making love to this sensual woman … but nobody would be able to see that except Mark. The attention of the other two in the room was confined to each other … Joanne couldn't believe the young rookie was making her feel so good. 

"Unngghhh … almost there, don't change it. I'm coming … unngghhh … oh yes, I'm coming … unngghhh!" Joanne's orgasm exploded into spasms of throbbing from deep within her cunt and her lower body continued to hump up off the bed. As the pulsing peak passed, her hand reclaimed Chuck's fingers and she slowed him down … the throbbing from her cunt easing and her whole body gradually descending … she now needed a slower, gentler stir on her clitoris. 

She opened her eyes and looked at Chuck, his mouth still slowly licking her nipple with his eyes looking up her body to gauge her facial reactions. "You were great…" she told him, smiling. "…I can't believe what your dad said!".

"What was that?" mumbled Chuck, his lips still wrapped around one of her erect nipples.

"About you not having had much experience with women … or girls for that matter."

Chuck lifted his mouth off her breasts and raised his head up to talk to her. "He's right, the girls I dated in high school all seemed to be saving it for someone special … and I guess that I never stayed around long enough to become that someone. Then dad suggested I go out with one of the school sluts, just to find out what to do. But it didn't go down too well and she ended up laughing at my lack of experience. I was never game to try again after that."

"So Chuck, have you ever had your cock inside a woman?"

"Yeah, that slut I mentioned … but I came in about two strokes. First she yelled at me for not helping her to get off, then she just laughed at me … but not a nice laugh, full of sarcasm and all."

"Well, I think you could proudly say that now you know how to get a woman off. I must admit that I wasn't really expecting to come and I didn't really need to do that, having come so many times from your father. But you were so good at it … you built me up from nothing to make me feel like I wanted it … and then you did it so well. It made me feel so good that I thought I'd just go with it."

"That was awesome … thank you for teaching me!" This young man who had been so aloof and abrupt in the restaurant – and who had pissed off Adam as well – was now being so tender and appreciative to Joanne.

"Now…" she asked him with a big grin, "…are you ready for the best part?"

"Yes I think I am," he answered tentatively.

"What's wrong, I thought you'd jump at the chance?"

"Hey, don't get me wrong … I want to do this more than anything. It's just that I'm scared that as soon as I push it into you, I'll come straight away, like that time in high school."

"Well, so what if you do … at least you can be sure that I won't laugh at you and I won't be pissed. I didn't want to do this when your dad suggested it … but I was just taken by surprise … and it would have been nice to be asked before you just barged into the room."

Chuck tried to respond, but she put her fingers to his lips to shush him. "No, don't say anything … I'm okay with it now, and I have to admit that it's sort of a challenge to see if I can make it good for you." Her husband suddenly appeared in her thoughts and she wondered just what he would think about what she was doing with this young man. Would he approve … she didn't think so. Will she tell him … at this stage she doubted it.

"Come on then," she urged, spreading her arms and opening her shapely body up to him. He rose up and slid his body on top of hers, his legs slipping between hers and his cock flattening between their bellies. "You'll need to be a bit lower for this to work," she advised him and he shuffled down her body until his stiff cock now just touched her cunt lips. "That's it … here, let me help you," she said as her hand took his hard cock and sluiced it around in her juices that still flowed the length of her slit.

Then she nudged his cock head into the opening of her cunt. "Just push it in a little bit … not all at once." He obliged, pushing his cock head into her wet cunt and she heard him gasp as her heat engulfed his tip. "Nice … that's nice, Chuck. Don't rush it, just take your time, enjoy how it feels."

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Yes, sure," she agreed, and he did, his tongue being the aggressor this time as he put her earlier lesson into practice. Their lips ground together passionately while their tongues duelled within her mouth and without any further instruction from her, Chuck pushed a bit more of his hard cock into her body's hot sheath.

"Umm!" she moaned from behind the kiss and her hands wandered across his back, holding him firmly on top of her while her legs folded over the back of his and she locked her ankles at the back of his calves. Responding to the passion of the young man's kiss, her hands dropped to his arse and she grasped each cheek and gave a firm pull on his body, urging him into her. He complied, pushing the rest of his cock deep into her cunt. They both sighed contentedly.

The kiss eventually ended and he pulled his head back to look down at her. She smiled up at him … a warm smile to encourage him. "You feel good inside me, Chuck … how does it feel for you?"

"Fuckin' great," he blasphemed unashamedly … using the best expressive word he could find.

"I think you know what to do from here."

He nodded that he did and she felt him withdraw most of the way out of her before plunging back inside her cunt. Joanne watched his face, delighting in reading the effect that being within her body was having on this young man from his facial reactions. Her eyes drifted sideways and she caught a glimpse of his father, still standing beside the bed proudly watching. "Thank you!" whispered Mark to Joanne.

Joanne tried to interpret the look on Mark's face … was it pride at watching his son's first decent fuck, or was he still feeling the remnants of the satisfaction he got from getting his rocks off inside Joanne. Or maybe it was a new arousal at watching two people bonking live. Whatever, it was causing a desire in him to want to go again.

Joanne's eyes switched back to young Chuck who had settled into a rhythm, pushing his cock in deep, then bringing it back until only the head clung to the sensitive inside lining of her liquid cunt. She squeezed the muscles around her cunt, trying to give him the greatest pleasure from her body, and he shuddered in reaction. His inexperienced movements within her cunt were doing nothing for Joanne and she accepted that this time she would simply be a vessel into which his cock would very soon spurt out his cum.

It didn't take long … Chuck didn't yet have his father's experience in being able to mentally switch off. But it did go much longer than that fateful fuck with the high school slut. He just went at it like a bull at a gate, driving his cock in and out at a steady pace. He let himself enjoy far too much the wonderful sensations that the soft moist lining on the inside of her cunt delivered to the sensitive underside just behind the head of his cock.

Joanne felt his cock head swell inside her and knew he was only seconds away. Her hands still rested on his arse cheeks from having earlier used them to pull him into her. In a strange impulsive move that she would later not be able to explain, she pushed one finger into the crack of his arse and dryly stabbed it at his anus … just as his cock released. It was all in the timing. "Oh shit!" he screamed out as her finger pushed into him anally and his cock pulsed its first load of cum deep inside her cunt.

She felt a liquid warmth deep inside her body and knew it was his cum invading her. "Give it to me Chuck … give it all to me … let it go!" she encouraged, pulling his head down with her free hand to whisper in his ear.

That – and her finger jammed in his arse - drove him to push his last few spasms harder and deeper into her. "Oh yes … what a great body. I love it!" he screamed out, not really to anybody, just registering his pleasure out loud.

She let his body collapse onto her, a heavy dead weight for a few minutes until she was afraid that he had dropped asleep. Her eyes looked pleadingly to Mark, still standing there beside the bed. "Roll him over," he told her, and she did, allowing her to lift her body off the sleeping Chuck. Cum leaked out of her cunt and began to roll down her thighs, the combined deposits of Chuck and his dad.

"Come on Joanne, let's get you cleaned up," he held his hand out and she climbed off the bed and walked with him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and the two went in to the stall together. Mark picked up some soap and he began to lather her up, starting innocently enough on her shoulders and her upper back. "I loved it when you stuck your finger up Chuck's arse," he told her. "I think you might have an anal streak yet."

"I have no idea what made me do that … I didn't think about it in advance. I can only think I was just trying to heighten the sensation for him."

"Well you sure did that, I'd say his eyes would have watered. I hope you do it to me later." Having forecast what he wanted, his hand holding the soap quickly descended to lather and fondle her arse cheeks. His soapy fingers delved gently into her arse crease and she felt one digit caressing her anal ring. She squirmed around, not yet feeling comfortable with being touched there, but his finger was insistent and she felt it push firmly at her anus. Her sphincter held for only a few seconds before he was in to the first joint. She cried out at the feel of his finger inside her tight hole, "Unngghhh!"

Mark handed her the soap, leaving his finger wedged inside of her arse. "Here, do me!" She wasn't sure if he meant that he wanted her finger inside his arse. She didn't want to do that, so she contented herself by soaping his chest and then delving lower to soap his cock and balls, bringing his erection back to life. As her hands did wonderful things to his cock, she felt him shove his finger in to the next joint and she gasped in shock.

"I'm having you there next," he warned her. "I love your arse," and she felt his finger twisting around inside her rectum.

"I'd rather not," she answered. "I've only ever done it once, and I didn't like it much."

"You will with me, I've turned anal sex into an art form," he told her cockily. Considering how hard he worked at his technique for normal sex, she figured that he just might be better at it than Robert had been.

"Come on, let's get out now, I need you now!"

"Okay, just let me clean up here," and she switched the soap to her mound, slipping her fingers inside her cunt to try to release as much cum from her passage as possible.

Mark turned off the hot water and she shivered momentarily before he grabbed a thick towel and wrapped it around her, wiping her dry … then applied the towel to himself. They went back to the main bedroom. "What are we going to do about your son?" she asked when she saw Chuck still lying flat out on his back in the middle of the bed.

"We're gonna wake him up," said Mark and then he hollered at his son. "Hey Chuck, get yourself awake … just because you got yourself a great fuck, that's no reason to sleep."

Chuck came awake with a jolt and his eyes squinted to take in the sight of a very naked Joanne standing beside the bed with his dad standing behind her, his hands coming around to play with her nipples.

"Come on, you lazy kid, doesn't the sight of this beautiful woman turn you on again. It's not often you'll get class like this."

Joanne turned her head around to admonish Mark. "Please don't say that, Mark … this is embarrassing! He's had his sex lesson … he might like to go back to his room now." Then she dropped her voice to a whisper. "I don't want him to see you doing me in my arse."

"See you, why the hell not? He's gonna see you alright, he's going to be a part of this."

"No Mark … no way! What have you got in mind."

Mark nodded toward his son on the bed. "I had a three-way in mind … and I'd say my boy's just about ready." Joanne turned back to follow the line of Mark's vision. She saw that Chuck's young virile cock had sprung back into action already and was standing up tall and proud.

"No, I'm definitely not doing that," she told Mark, not even quite sure what it entailed.

"Why is it that you're so negative about everything I suggest? What kind of good time girl are you? You came on to me down in the restaurant like a high-priced call girl … for a while, I even figured that you might be just that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're so eager to get up here to my room and into my bed that I figured maybe you're not the Manager for Client Relations … that perhaps you're some premium class call girl who the company hires for winning special clients. Don't worry, you shouldn't take offence at that … if you are, you're very good at it … except you're supposed to be a bit more receptive to the client's suggestions."

"Well, that should tell you straight up that I'm not a call girl," Joanne told him indignantly, embarrassed that he would even think it. "If I was one of those, I'd be willing to do anything … and I'm certainly not! And I don't want to do a three-way, whatever that is."

Mark pulled her body back against his and his mouth snuggled in just under one ear … he began passionately kissing and sucking her neck, trying to find that sensitive spot that, when kissed, makes a body go weak at the knees. At the same time, his fingers came around and began sliding up and down her slit. While his lips moved seductively over her neck, he whispered to her. "Come on Joanne, please do this for me … I'd say it will be a whole new experience for you."

His lips found that spot in her neck and he applied love-bite pressure, sending a sensuous wave through her body and buckling her knees. Mark held her up, his fingers slipping up to her clitoris, her legs shifting apart of their own accord, not just allowing him more direct access … but seeking it. 

"What do I have to do?" Her voice was trembly from the work his lips and tongue applied to her neck and she groaned at the feelings she was getting from his fingers on her clit.

"Get on the bed and sit on Chuck, it looks like he's got his cock good and hard for you again."

"You mean sit on Chuck like … slide down onto his cock?"

"Exactly!"

"Yes, then what? It sounds to me like that's going to be the easy part … something tells me I mightn't like the rest of it."

"What say we just take it a step at a time, eh Joanne? Now come on, hop up on the bed, don't waste Chuck's hard-on."

Joanne was hesitant to let Chuck into her cunt again … the deal she struck with his dad was to give him a fuck. She did, and thankfully for her, he was quick. She pulled away from Mark's arousing fingers, hesitantly lifting herself onto the bed and crawling across to Chuck, lying in the middle. She threw a leg over his and tucked her knees on either side of his hips, bringing her lower body down to rest on his thighs, his stiff upright cock standing straight just in front of her belly.

Joanne grasped his cock and gave it a couple of tugs causing Chuck to moan with pleasure. Then she lifted her body, her thighs spread wide to straddle him, and shuffled forward, fitting his pre-cum leaking tip up into her slit, rubbing it up and back a few times to juice up her vital parts.

"Have the got any KY?" Mark asked from the side of the bed.

"This is sounding like the part I won't like," she responded.

"You will love it, I promise … now tell me girl, have you got any KY with you?"

Joanne didn't like to admit to Mark that she had come here quite so prepared … reluctantly she nodded, adding, "You'll find some in my purse … wherever that ended up."

"Good girl … it's okay, I know where it is. I put the signed contract down alongside it in the other room."

Mark disappeared into the living room to fetch the KY Jelly while Joanne continued to prime her main entry point with Chuck's wet tip. As Mark returned to the bedroom with the tube of KY Jelly in his hand, he was greeted with the sight of a very naked Joanne, from the back, sitting astride his son. In the gap between her spread thighs, he could see his son's erect cock head just disappearing up into Joanne's body as she slid down his stalk. Mark heard his son sigh audibly from the sensation of having this woman's tight cunt again gripping his hard-on.

Mark paused in the doorway, fascinated to watch the start of what would be three-way action on the bed. The woman slid all the way down on his son's hard cock, then Mark watched intently as the muscles in Joanne's arse tensed as she raised her body up and off him … until only Chuck's cock head remained imprisoned in her cunt.

"Hey, wait for me, guys." Mark called to the pair as he hurried over to the bed, clambered on and moved up behind Joanne, kneeling beside his son's legs. Mark unscrewed the top off the tube of KY and, on her next downstroke, with his left hand, he pushed on Joanne's back, bending her over so that her upper body lay atop of Chuck, her breasts flattened on his chest … her cunt wedged tight on the young man's cock.

Mark held the tube up against the crack of Joanne's arse and squeezed … a cold wet spray of the gel splashed between her cheeks and she gasped in surprise. Quickly his fingers followed and she felt him working the KY around her puckered anal ring before one finger pushed at her anus. The finger retreated and circled two or three times before again applying pressure, forcing her sphincter to give way, allowing his finger access to her rectum.

"Unnggghhh!" she exclaimed as the pressure of his finger opened up her anus.

"For Christ's sake, girl … it's only my finger. Wait until you get my cock in there … then you're entitled to grunt."

Mark felt Joanne's body rising and he realised that Chuck was trying to get some action going inside her body. "Hang on son, just a minute. Give me some time to get it there, will you?"

"What are you going to do, dad?" asked the young man of his father.

"We're both going to have her son, at the same time … it's called double-teaming. Just stay still, right where you are until I can get my cock up her arse." Mark sprayed more KY onto his fingers and re-inserted the first, then added a second finger, bringing a reaction again from Joanne. He wriggled the fingers around just inside her anus, making sure her passage was nicely lubed. Then he withdrew them and sprayed some KY on his hard cock, sliding his fingers along the shaft, ensuring that his cock was slippery.

Mark threw the tube of KY to the side of the bed and moved to also straddle his son's legs, moving up close behind the still bent-over Joanne. She felt his fingers pulling the cheeks of her arse wide and she braced herself, anticipating what was about to come. She could feel Chuck's cock pulsing within her cunt … then the tip of Mark's cock touched down right on the target of her puckered rosebud. She tensed.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 07



Warning: This story contains explicit sexual activity, some of it non-consent and some anal, but all pertinent to the completion of this story.

Copyright 2008 The Big Bopper. This story cannot be reproduced on any other website or reprinted in any form without the express written consent of the author.

You need to read the earlier parts to fully understand the relationships. In summary: Adam is 28, married to Joanne, 26. He has a new job in management for a large company in a small town. They go to a party at his boss' house and the boss, Robert is immediately attracted to Joanne. Robert blackmails the couple - by threatening the security of Adam's new job - into allowing Joanne to spend a night with him. Robert takes Joanne several different ways through the night while his wife Jane sleeps in a small bedroom downstairs.

Robert then makes an incredible offer for Joanne to go on the company payroll too and for Adam & Joanne to try to sign up four new major clients, using a combination of Adam's sales abilities and his wife's natural seduction techniques. If they can sign all four, Robert will give the couple 20% ownership of his company. 

In Part 6, Joanne seduced their third prospect, Mark Morris, whose son was in town with him. After Mark and Joanne fucked in his hotel suite, the son suddenly appeared in the hotel suite and Mark insisted that Joanne train him sexually. That was followed by both senior and junior Morris men double-teaming Joanne.

Joanne called her husband from the hotel room to proudly tell him that through her efforts in bed, she had picked up their third consecutive new client. But an alert Adam has picked up that Mark's son Chuck may also have been in bed with her and he doesn't sound happy.

*

Joanne suddenly realised that her phone conversation with her husband had got out of her control ... she had dug herself a hole without thinking. She was far too enthusiastic in defending Chuck, the young man that her husband had found to be a real shit ... yet she had enjoyed giving the college kid a sex lesson. She sensed that she might need to extricate herself from where this was heading.

"Jo, talk to me ... you weren't up in the suite with both of them, were you? Jo, tell me?"

Joanne couldn't bring herself to immediately answer her husband ... and the long silence on the line only served to fuel his concerns about Mark and Chuck. "They are both nice guys, Adam ... and they were very nice to me. Look, I'm tired and I'm still at the hotel ... I really do have to go. What about we talk about it when you get home tonight, okay?"

It became an extremely difficult day at work for Adam. While he was pleased that Joanne had managed to secure an opening order from their new client, his early morning phone conversation with his wife continued to trouble him. He accepted that she had to have sex with Mark Morris to secure his business for the company, but Adam couldn't get past the thought that his wife may have become intimate with Mark's son too. 'Was it in the same bed on the same night ... or worse, did she go from room to room like a cheap hooker?'

Adam took quite a dislike to the 21-year-old college kid who had been downright rude and discourteous throughout the day, not even thanking Adam for hosting he and his dad on their tour of the plant. For Adam to think of that arrogant young man putting his cock inside his lovely wife was totally distasteful. He couldn't wait to get home to have Joanne deny it ... he hoped.

Adam got away from the office before 5pm and was parking his car in the driveway at home before 6pm. He strode down the hallway, dropping his bag and untying his tie as he went, hurrying through the house, checking out each room for Joanne. When he couldn't find her in the house, he walked out into the backyard and there she was, swimming laps in their pool.

He strained his eyes to see against the reflection of the sun on the water that was churned up by her swimming. He wasn't sure if he had seen correctly. Sure enough, as his eyes focussed, he saw that his beautiful wife, Joanne was totally naked ... only her head, her arse cheeks and her feet were cutting the surface of the water as she swam. She completed one more lap, then turned away from the wall, treading water. "Hi darling, how was your day?"

"Very ordinary," he answered, sitting on a poolside lounge to pull off his shoes and socks and removing the tie he had loosened in the hallway. "So how was your night?"

"It was good, darling ... it all went very well. That Mark is a nice guy and he treated me well."

"I never doubted he would, honey ... it's the kid I want to hear about. I want to know when he left and did he come back?"

"Why ... what is your big concern about Chuck?"

"I didn't like the prick ... and the thought that he might have had his dick up inside your cunt really pisses me off."

Joanne swam a couple of strokes to the steps of the pool and rose up out of the water, her beautiful shapely body shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight as the water ran down her body. No matter how many times Adam saw his wife naked, he never ceased to become aroused ... she was a vision, tanned skin all over and flowing red hair down to her shoulders. She walked across to where he sat on the poolside lounge, leaning in so close that water was dripping on his trouser legs.

"Honey, I'm getting wet."

"You better take them off then."

"Don't distract me, Jo ... I'm annoyed about Chuck ... and the fact that you won't give me a straight answer means that I'm right to be annoyed."

She ignored him and reached down, pulling hastily at his belt. "I'll tell you ... but get these off first."

Her wet red hair fell forward and strands fell across his face as she struggled with his belt firstly and then with his pants zipper ... he lifted up off the chair to help her get them off him, her hands in his waistband pulling his boxers down with the trousers. She dragged the clothing off over his feet and threw her leg over to the other side of the pool lounge, straddling it and him in the process.

Adam watched as her still very wet body lowered over his rapidly erecting cock and his hands came up to grasp the sides of her body, cool from the pool water and the early evening air. Joanne kept lowering until her spread cunt lips clamped over his now upright cock head and the heat of her cunt enveloped the tip of his shaft.

Water continued to drip over him and then she squeezed her wet thighs up against his hips and lowered the upper half of her wet body to lie on his chest, saturating the shirt that he still wore. She worked the muscles in her thighs to manoeuvre her cunt around his cock head without the aid of hands until she was able to feel it slide over the head of his cock.

She was still extremely sore from the continuous combined efforts of Mark and Chuck inside her cunt last night and normally she would have pleaded for Adam to give her a few days to recover. But she saw how Adam had reacted about Chuck and she needed to deflect his anger ... surrender would be her best form of defence.

Adam gasped to feel his wife's tight cunt sliding down over his cock and his concern about Chuck was momentarily blunted as his hands slid around to grasp her wet arse cheeks and pull her down onto him more. Joanne had buried her head into his neck beside his head so that her husband could not see her face, which was grimacing from the pain she felt on the tender tissue of the inner lining of her cunt, red raw from the excessive use last night.

She whimpered from the pain as he thrust into her, but Adam thought it was a whimper of satisfaction and he ploughed on, driving his hard-on up into her tender passage. She feared that he would want to hold out for her to come, but that would only prolong her discomfort.

"Come for me baby," she managed to whisper in his ear as each hard thrust hurt her inside.

"Not yet, honey ... we're only just getting started."

"Please, just do it ... Adam, I love you so much. I've got your lovely cock inside me and I want you to come straight away."

Adam was suspicious and he immediately stopped his thrusting, his hands grabbing her head on either side under her ears and pushing her up so that he could look into her face. "Why are you doing this, Jo? This is not what we normally do when I first see you after one of those nights?"

"Adam..." she said, relieved that the action was now still. Without movement inside her cunt, the pain from her grazed pussy walls was minimal. "...doing it with these strangers has a weird effect on me, knowing that you're left at home alone while I am entertaining them in a hotel room. When I get home, I just want to be close to you again, as close as possible to reassure you – and me – that we are still a couple."

"That's nice, honey ... but as far as I'm concerned, we are. We're very much a couple and I am sure that you are only doing these men until we get the four new clients and Robert gives us a piece of the business."

"You don't think he'll shaft us, do you? As we get closer to our goal, I'm getting worried about that."

"Jo, it seems to be an iron-clad contract ... I don't see how he can get around it."

"That's good," she said, trying to drop her head back down to hide in his neck. Adam's hands held her face above his, staring into her eyes. "Now honey, let's talk about last night."

"Wouldn't you like to cum first?"

"No, I'm perfectly comfortable right here," responded Adam, pushing his cock up deeper into her to remind her of his hard-on buried within her cunt. Her face screwed up from the pain of his latest thrust. "What is it, Jo? What's wrong?"

"Nothing Adam ... I'm fine!" she said, trying to smile and seeing the concern etched on his face. "Just a bit sore, darling. You know how it is after these nights ... I get to be fucked a few times. You remember last time after Nick's visit."

"Yes, but Nick's cock was huge ... so are you saying that Mark was big like Nick."

"No Adam, he wasn't ... it was just an average sized cock. He just had a strange technique where it was almost robotic. His eyes went into a trance, like he was meditating ... and he fucked strangely. One really deep stroke that went all the way in, then a short stroke that only went in about halfway ... but he never missed a beat. It was like he was motor-driven and every stroke was exactly the correct depth. Did incredible things to my orgasmic equipment, I thought that I was never going to stop coming."

"So that's what made it as sore as it was after Nick's big donger ... just Mark and his unusual technique? What, how many times did he do you? How often can a 45 year old man come in one night?"

His eyes probed hers and she knew that he was still searching for the truth. She realised that he would not relent until she admitted that Chuck was involved too.

"Okay, it wasn't just Mark's fucking that made me so sore inside."

"I knew it," Adam seemed pleased to hear his wife at last confessing, but unsure whether he wanted to hear any detail. "So you let that little shit have you too?"

"Adam, get over your hatred for Chuck ... it became part of the deal. I only got the order by letting Chuck fuck me as well."

"Yeah, sure!" Adam sounded unconvinced. "So Mark told you after the first fuck, I can't give you an order unless you let my son in too?"

"Not in those exact words, but that was the inference."

"So you didn't argue with that ... you just spread your legs and said 'sure have him pile on.'"

"Adam, I am doing this for us ... I have been all the way through since that first night with Robert."

"Yeah, well it looks to me like you do enjoy having all these different men."

"It's a means to an end, darling. I am only doing it until we get the financial security we are aiming for."

"I hope that's all, Jo ... I really do hope that's all. Because at times I do wonder! Particularly after watching you doing Nick. Goodness me, you were something else."

"That's an act for these guys, Adam ... I have to let them think that I want them. Don't start getting jealous on me now. Besides, what about your kinky ways ... what about how you like me to repeat what I have done with the men, right down to wearing the same clothing. Don't give me your holier than thou crap."

"Okay, I'm sorry, Jo ... yes, you're right, I do get turned on by us doing it exactly the way you've done it with them."

Joanne wriggled her cunt around, feeling how her husband's cock had softened while they were talking. "So Adam, it seems to me that you won't be able to do much with this now. Perhaps you need my help." She squeezed the muscles around her cunt, having the effect of tightening her tender passage around his semi-deflated cock.

"What have you got in mind?" His hands gave up holding her head up in front of him and shifted down to grasp her arse again, trying to will his cock to spring back into action.

She left her face hovering above his, just a few inches apart and stared into his eyes. "I'd say that I better tell you about Chuck." Adam's face winced at just hearing the name. "Darling, I think you'll find he's not as bad as you think."

"Jo, the little shit could be a client of ours for years ... he will take over his father's company one day. And every time that I meet up with him, I'm going to remember that he's had his dirty little cock inside you."

"But darling, what about Wallace and Nick and Mark, they're all our clients now ... won't you have the same reaction when you see them?"

"No, I don't think so ... I liked those guys. They were nice guys and you and I treated them the same way they treated us ... with respect. But as for that little prick, Chuck ... no manners. So did he rape you?"

"Adam, quite the contrary ... he had no sex experience whatsoever and it apparently worried his dad. So after Mark had me, he slipped out to the other room and called Chuck in his room, told him to come to the suite. So, I'm lying there in the after-glow of about four orgasms from my first time with Mark ... and the next thing, Chuck's in the doorway, stripping off."

"No way ... what did you do?"

"Well darling, I just went ballistic, asked them both what they were playing at. Anyway, Mark told me that Chuck had a couple of bad experiences with girls that had left him pretty much a virgin. Told me that he saw me as an opportunity to teach his son a thing or two..."

"I'd teach the prick a thing or two ... about getting some manners."

"Okay, okay ... well anyway, I was very reluctant at first, but Mark used the line that he would sign there and then if I would do it with Chuck. That got me, seeing the dad with his pen in hand and the son with his cock in hand, I decided to do it. Adam, Chuck was totally different ... I know what you mean, he was rude in the restaurant. But in bed with me, he was putty in my hands..."

"And in your cunt!"

"Don't be so crude, Adam. To start off, he kissed my breasts and then he started to finger me ... I was going to stop him, but with a couple of suggestions, he got quite good at it and the next thing I know, I'm coming. I couldn't believe it, he was caring, attentive and careful. So after that, he obviously hadn't got off, so I let him fuck me. Being so new at it, he wasn't very good and he didn't go very long, but at least he outstayed his only previous effort with the local school slut ... she had laughed at him after he came in her in two strokes."

"Good!"

"We did it again later and he actually managed to keep going long enough for me to come."

"So the two of them took turns to have you the rest of the night?"

"Pretty much!"

Adam's eyes scrutinised hers, looking for a reaction. "Pretty much is not the right answer."

"What do you mean, Adam?"

"Pretty much says that more odd stuff happened, but you don't want to tell me."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you ... it's that I don't think you want to hear it."

"Well try me, we've come this far."

"Yes we have," she said, again clamping her cunt around his cock, feeling it bigger again. "I see there's something there again for me to work with ... Adam, you are definitely a first-class voyeur, aren't you?"

"Hearing about sex stuff turns me on, honey."

"Even if I'm the main attraction in the story ... and I'm doing it with other men?"

"I know, I just can't explain it. So go on, tell me the rest."

Joanne looked timid and sheepish about revealing the rest. Hesitantly, she went on. "Adam, I've now had another man's cock up my arse."

"Really, what do you like about that?"

"It's not me, darling ... I don't see anything special in it. But it's what a lot of men want to do with women."

"So you just go ahead and let them?"

"I don't like to make a fuss ... as I said, a lot of men like it, you know. You could do it to me sometime, if you want."

"I guess I should ... everybody else has."

"Adam, that wasn't nice."

"I'm sorry, please keep going."

"Well, Mark had been commenting on my arse through the night ... he even pushed his face right up between my arse cheeks and kissed my hole as soon as we were undressed."

"Really?"

"Yes, it took me by surprise ... but you know what, it actually felt very good. I couldn't do it to another man that I didn't know very well, but if you had a good shower, I'd try licking and kissing yours ... if you want." Joanne felt his cock surge inside her cunt ... it was now back to full erection. "Like that thought, do we?"

He answered by shoving his cock hard up inside her, only to see her face grimace again from the soreness inside her. "Sorry Jo!"

"It's alright ... I can put up with this to see us both happy again."

"So what happened ... did Mark take you up the arse?"

"Yes he did ... but it was totally different from when Robert did it."

"What was different ... let me guess. Was it because this time you didn't call me to tell me about it while the man's cock was buried in your arse?" said Adam, recalling that fateful night she stayed with Robert, who had insisted she call her husband and describe being fucked in the arse.

"Adam," she said, annoyed at his sarcasm. "You know that calling you wasn't my idea, I hated doing that."

"I know you did, go on, I couldn't resist having a gibe ... tell me what was different."

"I had both men at the same time..." Adam's eyes widened. "Yes, it was weird ... I was sitting on Chuck, with his cock up inside me, you know, normally like. And then his dad came up behind me and shoved his cock into my arse. Wow, it was mind-blowing."

"Painful?"

"A bit, at first ... but then almost good. One would push in while the other pulled back ... and then vice-versa. God darling, I felt so full, I thought I would burst."

"Did you come that way?"

"Yes, I did ... we all did, in quick succession. I think Chuck was first, but I wasn't worried too much about him because I was almost there when I felt him exploding inside my cunt ... and then Mark came inside my arse. It wasn't too bad ... like, I wouldn't do it a lot, but if you want to try it, I'm quite happy to have you in there. You'd probably like it as much as these other guys do."

"Yeah, maybe ... it never appealed to me much."

"It did a moment ago ... when I was telling you the story."

"Yes it did, you're right ... we will have to give it a go. But as for now, I think we'd better stop ... I know why you're doing this, but I can't bear to see you in pain. Come on, hop off." Adam began to lift her body off him.

"Thank you darling, I am incredibly sore. Let me suck you off to make up for it."

"You've got a deal," said Adam as she lifted up her lower body and her cunt came clear of his cock, her face wincing just from that movement of his cock through her tender passage. She quickly shuffled her body around and within seconds, his hard cock was inside her mouth, her tongue swirling around, sucking off her own juices that had been deposited on his hard-on while he was inside her.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 07



Within minutes, Adam blasted his way to an explosive finish and Joanne gulped furiously to swallow each package of cum that his spasming cock delivered conveniently to the back of her throat. When she was done, she looked up at his face and smiled, a string of white cum leaking from the corner of her lips. "Happy?"

"Delirious," he told her and he drew her up into his arms and kissed her mouth, tasting the remnants of his cum.

Chapter 17

Over the next ten days, Joanne and Adam had some of their happiest times together since this adventure started ... it seemed like an eternity getting to the day and night of their fourth target. They were now so close to the magical four and 20% ownership of the company, although the contract was worded as 10% for each of them, just in case the marriage did not survive the strain of getting there.

One night over this happy period, Adam got home from work feeling particularly horny. "Can we have a quick dinner tonight, honey? I am so ready to make love to you all night long that I don't know if I can wait till bedtime."

The look on her face quickly negated his enthusiasm. "I'm sorry Adam, I got my period today ... I guess the shop's closed for a few days."

"Oh shit, what lousy timing."

"So why are you so damn horny tonight ... did you have Yvette sitting on your lap today?"

"Sure did honey ... it was tempting, but I knew you'd slice my throat if I gave her one, so I did the right thing and waited."

She punched him playfully on the arm. "Did you really ... sometimes I don't know with you? I must admit I haven't heard much about Yvette lately."

"No, I didn't have Yvette sitting on my lap. But haven't I told you about my catching Robert getting a blow job from her under his desk?"

"No, you didn't! Tell me all the sordid details."

"Oh it's nothing really ... I was angry with Robert about him coming around here and belting on the door ... so I went to confront him. I pushed past Helen and barged into his office. There he was, sitting at his desk with a funny look on his face. I walked around the desk and there she is, sucking away furiously."

"You're kidding ... I knew she was a slut."

"Come on, give her a break. She saved our bacon that night with Nick ... she can't be all bad."

"Yeah, well just you keep it in your pants when she's around. She would have you in the blink of an eye. I never told you some of the stuff she said in the cab heading for the hotel that night ... about all the ways she wanted to have you."

"Wow, tell me more."

"No way, I'm not giving you ideas."

"Well, ideas looks to be all I'm getting tonight, now that you've got your period."

"Not necessarily," she said to Adam with a glint in her eye. She turned away from him, flipped her skirt up at the back and bent forward, showing her shapely arse encased in those semi-transparent pastel blue panties that she wore for Mark. They were high-cut with the material only a bit wider than a thong and stretched taut across the crease of her arse. The material was so thin that Adam could make out the dark shadow of her arse crease through the panties. "There's always this way ... would you like to try that?"

"Umm ... I think maybe I might!"

"Oh ... try to curb your enthusiasm."

"I'm sorry honey ... yes, sounds great. Before dinner or after?"

"After ... I'm going to make you wait and think about it."

Adam thought about it a lot, all through dinner while his erection raged. The more that he thought about it, the more the prospect appealed to him. As he pushed away his empty dessert bowl, he said, "Okay, are you ready for bed now?"

"Adam, don't rush it ... let your food digest. There's no hurry, think about it some more."  "I've thought about it all through dinner ... I am eager for it now."

"That's good ... but let's go and watch some TV first."

Reluctantly, Adam allowed her to drag him off to the living room and some television viewing. He sat in the large lounge chair, she lay along the length of the lounge and lay her head in his lap. She quickly unzipped his trousers and gently lifted his cock out ... idly running her fingers over his already stiff erection. For the next half-hour, she just played with it with her fingers, occasionally leaning forward with her mouth to lick it. Whenever she heard his breathing labouring, she eased off, managing to keep him at a perpetual high.

When the show that they were only half watching finished, she turned her head to look up at him. "Let's go and have a shower together, Adam ... make sure we're both squeaky clean."

They both went into the shower and each soaped the other down, paying particular attention to lathering the cracks of their arses. When they were done and had turned off the water, each towelled the other dry. Joanne asked Adam for a moment alone in the bathroom so she could change her tampon. Adam promptly went to their bed, threw the sheets back and lay down on his back, awaiting her arrival.

Only the two bedside lamps lit the room, but the effect was brilliant in illuminating Joanne's naked body as she emerged from the bathroom and posed seductively for her husband in the doorway. She sexily sauntered across the bedroom to the side of the bed and picked up the tube of KY from the bedside table. Then she got onto the bed and straddled her husband's body, her own body facing his feet, placing her spread arse cheeks just above his face. She placed the KY tube in one of his hands.

"Can you make me all wet and slippery?" she asked, moving her hands back to grasp her cheeks and spread them wider, exposing her pubic mound and anus to his gaze. Adam ignored her cunt on this occasion, the string that hung from it putting him off. But he lifted his head, opened his mouth and planted a wet kiss directly onto her anus. Joanne moaned. "More ... more!"

His tongue licked across her anal ring a couple of times, then he lowered his head back to the pillow and opened the tube of KY, squirting some of the gel onto his fingers. His fingers delved into the crack of her arse and swirled around and around the anal opening, going back to the tube for more, really lathering her entrance up. Then armed with more gel on the tip of one finger, he placed it firmly against her anal ring and pushed. She cried out a little gasp and Adam watched as his finger disappeared through the tight ring, all the way to the first knuckle ... eliciting another moan from Joanne.

Adam pushed some more and his finger went deeper until his second knuckle reached the tight anal ring, drawing another loud gasp from the hunched over Joanne. He moved his finger around and around, depositing the KY onto the inner walls of her rectal passage.

"Give me the KY," said Joanne, straddling her husband but facing his feet, her arse hovering above his face, her own face above his waist. His free hand gave her the tube as she removed her hands from her arse cheeks, allowing them to close up a bit, trapping his finger inside her. She squeezed out some gel onto his hard cock, rising straight up from his groin in front of her, then proceeded to lather it around and over and under, making sure that all of his tip and shaft was slippery smooth.

Adam slowly removed his finger from her rectum. "I think you're slicked up inside now," he told his wife. "What do I do next?"

Still looking directly at her arse, Adam heard her voice. "Well, Robert and Mark both took me from behind ... but I thought that we might try it differently. How about you stay right where you are and I'll just slide down onto you."

"Whatever you think, Jo ... this is all new to me."

Adam saw and felt his wife moving down over his body. When her arse was hovering above his cock, she stopped, lowering her body until his cock tip nudged into her slippery crease. She wriggled her arse around a few times until the tip of his cock caught on the tight pucker of her anal ring. "Do you want to hold it steady, Adam?"

He reached down and took a firm hold of his shiny, slippery cock and held it firmly as she again placed her hands on her arse cheeks, pulling them wide apart. Adam could see his large cock head wedged against her tight anal opening and wondered how it could ever get in there. She pushed the weight of her lower body downward and Joanne felt the pressure of his cock head pushing against her sphincter. 

"Wow, you feel tight, Jo ... is this going to work?"

"It will, darling ... just hold it steady!"

She applied her body weight again ... this time, the incredibly tight anal ring spread open just enough to allow his tip inside. Adam watched in awe as he saw his cock head totally disappear inside her arse. "Oh shit ... feels so tight!" he exclaimed.

"Are you liking it, darling?" she asked, her breath coming in nervous gasps as she felt some minor pain from the spreading of her anal opening.

"Oh God, I love it ... its even better getting to watch it."

"I thought you might like that ... don't move it just yet, I've got to get some more of you in there." Joanne tried to relax her sphincter as she pushed her body down harder and Adam watched as her tight anal ring swallowed up another inch of his shaft.

Joanne heard her husband utter a long groan as he experienced the dual pleasures of watching his cock entering this tight haven while feeling the lining of her rectum gripping his shaft vice-like. Slowly, she inched more and more of his cock inside her until at last her arse sat flat on his abdomen, his hard cock buried completely inside her arse.

"How's it going back there?" asked Joanne.

"Fucking fabulous," he muttered, his cock already feeling the incredibly tight sensations that could easily prompt a release. "I can't believe how tight it is."

"You sorry you waited so long to try this?"

"Oh Jo, I sure am ... I never knew it could feel this good."

"Adam, just hang on for a minute ... this position seemed like a good idea at the time, but I don't know if you're going to be able to move much with me sitting on you. Let's try and roll over, okay?"

Adam wasn't sure if this was going to work, but he was firmly wedged inside her arse. It was going to take a lot of movement to release him. "On the count of three, okay Jo?"

"Okay darling!"

"One ... two ... three!" Adam pushed his body up and to the left and Joanne managed to roll herself the same way. Somehow without his cock coming out, they got themselves so that she was now on the bed, lying face down and Adam, still with his cock lodged where it felt so good, was on top of her.

"Oh shit, it's too tight like this, it hurts Adam ... let me bend my knees." Joanne managed to tuck her knees up under her and they were now in the customary position that Robert and Mark had used to take her arse. Adam brought his legs up too, so that he was kneeling behind her upturned arse. "That's better darling, do you want to try moving now?"

Gently, Adam started to withdraw his hard cock, feeling her rectum gripping his cock firmly, seeming to want to hold it inside. He got his cock back until only the tip remained, then drove it back hard ... maybe a bit too hard!

"Oh careful, not too hard, darling!"

The next time he was gentler. Gradually, Adam built up a rhythm. Conscious that he would not be able to hold his cum back as long as when he was in his wife's cunt, Adam licked his fingers, bringing them around and under her body to find her clitoris. She moaned and Adam was unsure whether it was from his shaft inside her arse or his fingers on her arousing clit ... or both.

Their breathing quickened and Adam could feel his balls tightening, signalling his imminent release ... he intensified his finger strokes on Joanne's clit, wishing he had the added coverage of sliding them into her cunt too. But on this night, that was a definite no-no.

Feeling his cum on the way, Adam sent a message to his wife. "It feels too good ... I can't hold it! Can you come with me, honey!" His fingers redoubled their effort, desperately trying to bring on her orgasm. He heard her telltale moan that indicated she was close too ... and then his cock spasmed and cum splashed from the tip of his cock deep into her arse. His fingers swirled around and around her erect clitoris and as his second spasm unleashed more cum up her arse, his wife peaked and her body shuddered into a satisfying orgasm. His front and her back were so tightly packed together that there wasn't an inch of skin not touching as their bodies shuddered and pulsed their way through almost join releases until eventually all was still.

Adam waited until his cock had deflated sufficiently to pull it from her tight arse. Adam looked down to watch it come free, followed by a stream of his cum that leaked from her still stretched anal ring. They both collapsed onto the bed.

Joanne turned her head to look into his eyes for the first time since just after their shower. "So, do you see now what the other guys see in doing it that way?"

He smiled at her. "I sure do ... thanks for pushing me to try it. I'll be a convert from now on."

Chapter 18

Tuesday the 15th of the month at last rolled around, Adam and Joanne were feeling the tension with only this last potential client to be sold on switching his orders to the company. It had been some three weeks since Joanne had been with Mark and his son, Chuck ... she was eager to get this last one out of the way, quietly confident after her success with Wallace, Nick and Mark.

Adam had been up early, having a full breakfast to line his stomach, realising that these days with potential clients were sometimes heavy drinking days. Just before he was ready to leave for work, he went back into the bedroom to check on his wife. She was awake, but didn't seem inclined to get up just yet.

"Are you going to get up and face the day, Jo ... it's a big one for us today."

"I know ... I know! Darling, I'm a bit nervous."

"Why, what for?"

"The other three went so smoothly ... well, relatively smoothly. I'm just apprehensive that we could have one difficult one. Why should it be so easy for us?"

"Because honey, you're very good at what you do ... and I am at what I do. I set them up and you close the sale ... with this delectable cunt of yours!" He leaned across the bed and placed the palm of his hand right on her mound between her luridly spread legs, pressing down on it to emphasise his statement.

The move took her by surprise. "Ooh! Be careful Adam, I haven't peed yet this morning ... if you press too hard, you'll get a wet hand." He withdrew his hand.

She continued with a question, "What do we know about this man, darling? I haven't any information ... since you warned Robert to stay away from me, he never calls and I only found out about the date from you."

"Yes, well his name is Larry Griffin ... apparently Robert has been trying to land him for years. Could be a bit of a tough nut to get ... I didn't say anything about that before today because I didn't want you to worry ahead of time. Anyway, if I learn anything from being with him all day, I'll call you before you leave home. Be good ... win us this last prize honey."

Adam kissed his wife goodbye and headed off to the office. He waited ... and waited for the possible new client to arrive. He called the Airport to check that the plane was on time ... it was! Eventually, at 9.30am – one hour late – Larry Griffin arrived in reception and Adam hustled down to meet him. Adam couldn't resist having a go at his guest about his punctuality.

"We were expecting you an hour ago."

Griffin was a big man, stood about 6'2", heavy build, probably aged about 40, sandy coloured hair and a very weathered face ... looked like he may have spent some time out in rural heat. He seemed nonplussed about his tardiness. "Yeah, I stopped to have breakfast at the airport ... food on the plane was crap."

"Okay then ... well Larry, we've got a busy day planned, I'll be with you most of the day. We want to show you over the plant, show you how we make the products, then we'll come back into the showroom, go through the product range. We'll interrupt that for a light lunch, then a bit more on the durability of our range after lunch ... and there's an audio-visual presentation I'd like you to look at."

"Must we?" was all Larry could say in reply.

Adam gave the man an exasperated stare. "Am I wasting my time, Larry ... it sounds like you're not really interested?"

"Hey man, don't get me wrong ... yes, I am interested in buying off you ... you could even say very interested. But I've seen most of this shit before, all the sales stuff and all. Robert's been trying to get me to sign for years. Say, when do I get to catch up with him? What a great man he is ... got the best liquor cabinet around."

"Well, we've got a meeting scheduled with Robert for 4 this afternoon, drinks in his office ... then I'll run you down to your hotel about five thirty, get you checked in. At seven, we've got you booked in for dinner with Joanne, our manager for Client Relations."

"Hey, now you're getting to the good part ... Robert told me all about her, seems she's a bit of a looker."

"Yes, I'll bet he did."

"Never knocked back a stray fuck, she sounds promising!"

Adam stewed inside. "Just what did Robert tell you about Joanne?"

"Not a lot ... just that she was a great piece of arse ... a redhead and she has looks to die for. I can't wait."

"Umm ... well, I'll try to make the day go as quickly as possible for you."

"I'll keep you to it," Larry said with a sardonic laugh.

It didn't take too long for Adam to realise that he disliked this man more than Chuck and Adam began to worry about what he might put Joanne through when he got her in his hotel bed tonight. The man didn't seem interested in anything that Adam showed him, giving curt and abrupt "Yep's" to almost everything that Adam talked about. The tour went very quickly because of Larry just moving on when he thought he'd seen enough. They were up in the showroom by eleven, running about an hour early, despite the late start.

Larry spied Robert walking past the showroom. "Hey, you old shit ... when are we getting together?"

Robert turned around and came back into the showroom, virtually ignoring Adam, who he had not spoken to for days. "Larry, you son of a gun, it's good to see you, buddy. How's the tour going?"

"Boring as cow shit! When are you and I going to have a drink?"

"Give me fifteen minutes, Larry ... I'll dump what I've got on and open up the liquor cabinet."

"Now you're talking!" Robert left the room and Larry turned back to Adam, "Better hurry it up, son ... times ticking, seems like you've got fifteen minutes to finish selling me."

In spite of his opinion of Larry, Adam gave it his best shot and went through his sales routine very quickly, finishing just as Robert reappeared. Larry gave no indication of whether he would buy. "Thanks Adam, good to meet you ... I'll see you again some time."

Adam was stunned, being so cavalierly dismissed in this way by the potential client. He looked to Robert to intervene, "Do you want me to come up to your office when I'm done here?"

"No Adam, I'll look after things with Larry ... we go back a long time." Robert put his arm around Larry's shoulder, escorting him out the door and saying, "Larry old boy, we'll have a few drinks and then I'll take you out for the best darned lunch you'll ever have."

Adam returned to his office and sat in silence, his thoughts jumbled, wondering whether Robert had set he and Joanne up for a fall on the fourth client. Robert and Larry appeared to be such chummy buddies that perhaps Robert knew that Larry would never sign with this company, thereby ensuring that Adam and his wife would fail in their attempt to sign up four. It was just too convenient that Robert had selected the four prospects.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 07



Adam wondered whether to call Joanne and alert her to his concern. He hated to think that she was heading into a trap, putting out for a man who probably was never likely to sign. Adam had the phone in his hand, about to call Joanne to recommend to her that they abandon the plan without completing the Larry seduction. But he stopped dialling when Robert's PA, Helen buzzed him on the intercom.

"Adam, can you tell me the address for Larry Griffin's company? I'm just preparing the contract forms and I don't like to interrupt Robert and Mr. Griffin ... I can hear them in there having a drink and telling filthy stories."

"When were you asked to prepare the contracts, Helen?"

"Oh, this morning some time, Adam ... I don't know, about an hour ago. Why?"

"Oh ... its probably nothing, but I just got the impression that this was a wasted exercise, that Larry never intended to buy off us."

"I think you're wrong, Adam ... Robert told me yesterday that he's been trying to get Larry to sign for years and he thinks this is our best chance ever."

"Okay Helen ... well that's good then. I'll dig out that address for you."

Adam placed the handset for his phone back into the cradle. 'It might be as well to leave arrangements as they are ... and I won't call Joanne just yet. Don't want to panic her.'

Adam was looking out of his office window when he saw Robert and Larry leave for lunch ... they had been up in Robert's office for over an hour, sampling the contents of the liquor cabinet.

The afternoon dragged on ... Adam had to find things to do since he had mapped out this day to be with Larry all day. Several times, he went up to Robert's office to see if the two men had returned. Each time, Helen said she would let him know when they did.

Adam was again looking out of the office window – or was that still - when he saw Robert come back in his car ... alone. 'What is going on,' pondered Adam. 'It might be time to call Joanne.'

He called her cell phone, it rang a long while. As he was about to give up, she answered. "Jo, it's Adam, where are you?"

"I've just arrived, darling ... just got out of the cab. I won't be long."

"Arrived ... arrived where, Jo?"

"At the hotel, Adam ... aren't you here with Robert and Larry?"

"No ... no I'm not! Honey, it's been a crazy day."

"Darling, I'm sorry, but I haven't got time to hear about it now ... I'm just walking into the foyer, I thought that I was meeting you and Robert and Larry here."

"No, I'm not there, Robert cut me out of things about eleven this morning, I've been sitting in my office all day, wondering what was going on."

"Why didn't you call to tell me that things were different this time? Robert called about two from the restaurant, said you guys were all having lunch, I figured that meant you too. He said the day had gone a lot quicker than expected and that could I meet in the foyer at four ... they were bringing the arrangements forward a few hours. He said Larry couldn't wait to meet me. Oh, just a minute, there's a man standing in front of me ... this might be him."

Through the phone, Adam could hear Larry's unmistakably annoying voice. "Hey Joanne, it has to be you ,,, man, what a knockout! All that red hair ... you are exactly how Robert described you. I'll bet it's red somewhere else too, eh! What do you say, let's you and I go some place quiet so I can check that out."

"Oh, yes ... sure!" Adam heard her answering Larry and then in hushed tones, she whispered to Adam through the phone, "Darling, I've got to go ... talk to you when I can."

Now Adam felt even worse. Not only was he himself left out of the sales process with Larry, but a serious change of plans had been dropped on Joanne. What would this mean for her? Why had Robert acted so mysteriously in separating Adam from the potential client? Adam had to get some answers, he hurried up to Robert's office.

Helen was not at her desk outside Robert's office and when Adam tried the door handle, he found it locked. Adam paused outside the door for a moment ... from within Adam could hear what sounded like a woman in the peak moments of an orgasm. He guessed it was Helen ... she must again be pleasuring Robert. Adam retreated back to his office to wait for another opportunity.

He waited nearly an hour, it was now almost 5pm ... he went back up to try to see Robert. Helen was back at her desk, looking very demure and secretarial. "Can I see him please Helen?"

"I'm sorry, Adam ... he's gone for the day."

"More like come for the day, isn't it, Helen?" said Adam, annoyed at not being able to ask Robert what he had put Joanne in for.

"Whatever do you mean, Adam?"

"I was up here before, I could hear you coming through the door. What did he give you ... a quick fuck on his lap, or did he lick you out?"

"Don't be so disgusting, Adam!"

"Oh, don't give me that prim and proper butter wouldn't melt in your mouth carry on. Butter mightn't melt in your mouth, but I'll bet Robert's cock would."

Helen turned back to her computer screen, trying to ignore Adam's inferences. "How dare you! I have no idea what you're talking about."

Adam gave up and returned to his office, concerned for the welfare of his wife. He didn't like that the plans had changed so drastically this time ... he still had an uneasy feeling about Robert's involvement. He packed up his things and went home – alone ... this was going to be the longest night for Adam.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Adam put his bag down in the hall and walked to the kitchen ... he grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator and went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. His thoughts of Joanne and what she might be doing right now came flooding back as he entered their bedroom. On their bed was an array of her sexy undies and bras, plus two of her special seductive dresses that she had worn on previous dates. She had obviously been in a rush to select something special to wear when the time to meet Larry was brought forward. Adam wondered what she had eventually settled on ... 'I'll bet that whatever it was, she would look a million dollars.'

Adam went into the living room and watched the news on TV, trying to concentrate. He had a second beer and about 7.30 he decided that he better eat something. Adam took a steak from the refrigerator and cooked it medium/rare, with just enough blood oozing onto his plate. He ate it while reading the sports pages of today's paper.

He was back in the living room in front of the TV by 9pm. When he searched the program guide and could find nothing that appealed, he went to his secret stash and picked out a porno movie. Even viewing this was difficult ... every position the women found themselves in caused Adam to think 'I wonder if Joanne is having that done to her right now?'

He took his cock out and tried to wank to the movie, but he just couldn't get a suitable rhythm going and he soon gave up. Adam thought about going to bed but he knew that he wouldn't sleep. His mind was plagued by the changed arrangements and he even contemplated calling Robert up at home. 'If I do, what am I going to say ... it's just my hunch that he's cooked up something. He's hardly going to admit it.'

At 11pm, Adam decided that he couldn't wait any longer ... he had to be reassured that his wife was okay. He called her cell phone ... to his pleasant surprise she answered. "Yes, what is it?" Her voice was alert, but her tone was abrupt ... she knew it was Adam, his number had come up on the screen.

"Are you okay ... where are you? Are you still at the hotel?"

"I've been better! Yes, I'm still here!" 

Her answers re-enforced his apprehension. "What's wrong, honey?"

"It hasn't been a great night ... nothing like the others."

"But are you okay ... do you want me to come down?"

"No, I'll cope with it, you stay there ... try to get some sleep, darling. I'm hoping to be home well before dawn."

"Where's Larry now?"

"He's sleeping, can't you hear him snoring?"

"No, no I can't ... listen Jo, can't you just leave?"

"Not yet, I haven't got the order."

"Oh, fuck the order ... you're more important than the order. If he's giving you a bad time, just get out of there."

"Darling, don't worry, I'll live. I've grown up a bit through these experiences, although this has been very different. Don't know how much I want to tell you though."

"We're in this together, darling ... you'll need to tell me to get it off your chest."

"Yeah, well if we're a team, why aren't you down here taking it in the arse from this prick."

"Not another one, Jo ... I'm so sorry. As I said, fuck the order and get out if he's giving you a hard time."

"Yeah well, I've come this far ... oh shit, he's waking up, gotta go, darling ... I love you!"

The phone line went dead and Adam was again left with his thoughts while on the TV with the sound down, the heroine of the movie gave a miraculous blow job to the guy with the big donger. Adam sat staring at the TV, but not taking it in ... he thought about driving down to the hotel. 'What on earth am I going to do? Knock the door down and rescue Jo and blow our cover? I suppose I could always sit in the foyer and wait for her. Yes, I'll do that!'

Adam rushed out to the car on this impulsive move and drove down to the hotel. Once there, he thought about finding a spot to sit in the bar where he could watch the foyer, but was worried he could miss seeing Joanne come out. Instead, he settled into a deep lounge chair in the middle of the hotel foyer, facing the elevators and settled in for the wait. 'I must not drop asleep,' he told himself. Each time the bell went above the elevator doors, Adam looked expectantly toward the opening car door. It was a quiet time at the hotel ... the bell above the elevator door only went thirty times between 11pm and 1.50am ... that's a lot of expectation, only to have his hopes dashed each time.

Shortly before 2am, the bell went again, Adam by now was only giving a cursory glance. He had found a magazine rack and was wading through every copy. He looked up casually ... this time he was pleased to see his wife at last emerging from the elevator car. He jumped up expectantly ... the prospect of being with Joanne caused his heart to skip a beat.

But Adam's exhilaration at seeing her quickly turned to despair. His usually elegant, beautiful wife looked dishevelled, her flaming red shoulder-length hair was untidy, she was barefoot and her expensive dress was crumpled ... she carried her bra, stiletto-heeled shoes and black stockings in one hand. She walked ever so slowly and appeared to be limping. Adam rushed forward to greet her. As he got closer, he saw that her make-up was streaked and runny and her eyes were red, she had obviously been crying. Basically, she looked terrible.

He threw his arms around her and hugged her ... his love and affection was the trigger to unload her emotions. She immediately began sobbing, her body trembling as she unleashed her grief. "It's okay honey, you're with me now ... it's all over. Come on, let's get you home."

Adam, with one arm firmly around her shoulder, led her out through the front door of the hotel ... and on to his car parked outside. He held the door open for her to slip into the front passenger seat and got a Britney moment as her legs spread and he could see that she was not wearing her panties, white splotches of dried cum stains were visible on her upper thighs. She tucked the second leg into the car and he closed the door on that disturbing scene.

He ran around to the driver's door and jumped in, quickly turning the key for the motor to spring into action. As they pulled away from the front of the hotel, Adam looked across at a sight he never wanted to witness again. His usually beautiful wife sat hunched in the car seat, staring unfocussed out through the front window, her body still shaking as she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Honey, do you need medical help? Should we go by a hospital?"

Without turning to look at her husband, she said simply "Just take me home!"

They travelled in silence, the journey taking only about 20 minutes at that time of the morning ... her sobs were the only sound above the roar of the engine. At home, Adam parked on the driveway and rushed around to help her out of the car, again protectively placing an arm around her shoulder to guide her to their front door.

Once inside in their living room, Adam stopped and turned to her. "What do you want to do, Jo? Do you want me to run you a warm bath ... would you like a cup of coffee ... or do you want to sit and talk about it first?"

She managed to stop sobbing long enough to answer her husband. "All of them, I want all of them. Can you run a bath please ... I need to soak and scrub, I feel so dirty at the moment. When I'm finished, I'd like to sit and talk over a coffee. I'm not sure if I'll be able to tell you all the things he did to me, but it's important for you to know what I've been through tonight ... so I'll try."

Adam left her long enough to hurry to the bathroom and start the hot water running. When he came out, he found her in their bedroom. She had dropped her bra, black stockings and shoes on the floor and was standing unsteadily, trying to unfasten the dress. Adam came over to help her with the dress and then eased it down, exposing her naked body.

He was standing behind her, but looking over her head into the dresser mirror where he could see the whole front of her body exposed. There were quite a few bruises, particularly on her breasts and around her nipples, and on the insides of her upper thighs. When Adam looked away from the mirror and directly at her back in front of him, he saw up close that there were bruises all over her arse cheeks and some bits of red on the cheeks that might be dried blood.

"Shit honey, you are a mess, what did this prick do to you?"

"Not now, Adam ... give me some time in the bath ... I just want to soak and reflect on everything that went on." She moved out of his arms and started for the bathroom. "Oh, by the way, the only good thing to come out of this horrible night is that he signed up."

Adam's face brightened. "Oh honey, that's great ... congratulations."

"Yeah well, don't get too carried away, there could be a catch in the fine print."

"No Jo, what do you mean?"

"Please, just give me some time in the bath and I'll try to explain everything."

She left the room and Adam watched her go with anxiety. In the past, he had always been so keen to hear her describe what she had done with each of the men. This time, the vibes were bad and he didn't know how much he wanted to hear. At the back of Adam's mind was another concern ... every time that she told him about her sexual trysts, he had grown an enormous hard-on. He desperately wanted not to get one this time, because it had appeared to be such a harrowing experience for his wife.

Adam went out to the kitchen to make the coffee, but it would be half an hour before his wife appeared from her relaxing bath. She had covered up her bruised body in a floor-length gown, her hair was washed and the flowing red locks again framed her beautiful face that seemed to have escaped the night unblemished.

"Honey, I'll pour the coffee now, just have a seat on the lounge." She did and he was back quickly with two cups. It was now almost 3am, but it would be nearly dawn before the two of them would get some sleep. Adam looked at her expectantly, but with concern etched on his face.

"I got a call here about two from Robert, telling me that the plans had changed, that this Larry Griffin had asked to cut short his time at the factory and that you guys were having lunch with him instead of the usual dinner plans. Robert may not have said your name, but I really got the impression from him that you were there with them ... I don't know if that was intentional or not."

"Are you suggesting that Robert inferred I was there at lunch to deceive you?"

"I really don't know, darling. Anyway, he told me that Larry still wanted to meet with me, it was just unlikely that he would feel like dinner after such a big lunch. Robert said come to the hotel around four and we'll introduce you ... I'm sure he said we. So, that didn't leave me too much time ... you know how I like to prepare for these nights ... a very sudsy bath, clean all my openings." She tried a half-smile, but her suggestive comment had caused Adam's cock to stir and he panicked, not wanting to appear to be enjoying this tale.

Joanne continued, "It was a bit of a rush, but I made it. I darted into the hotel foyer and there was no sign of you or Robert ... that's when you called me, do you remember?"

"Yes I do, that was an awful call. That was when I learned that Robert had changed the plans on you ... I'd been left out of the loop. Through the phone I could hear your opening conversation with Larry. I almost wished I hadn't, he made some lewd suggestion about wanting to see if your pubes were as red as your hair. But then you hung up and I was left to wonder what was happening for the next eight hours."

"Yes, well after I hung up from you, I tried to divert him into the bar, anywhere that there were people. But he was having none of that ... he just took a firm grip of my arm and propelled me toward the elevators, my feet barely touched the ground. All the way up to his floor, we stood side by side, there were others in the elevator. But his hand just roamed back and forth and up and down, all over my arse. He even tried to push his finger in between the cheeks, I had to wriggle away."

"So it didn't feel good from the start, he was behaving like a lech."

"He sure was ... then as soon as we were in his room, he was all over me. There was no kissing, at least not on my lips ... there was nothing that resembled foreplay or romance or seduction. Just his teeth biting my neck and his hands everywhere ... on my arse, my breasts, lifting my dress to shove his hand between my legs. I tried to call a stop ... even a pause would have been nice. We were only just inside the door and I hadn't even put my purse down. Then that arm of his steering me, he just pushed me along ... into the bedroom. He pretty much threw me onto the bed."

Joanne reached for the box of tissues that she had brought from the bathroom and wiped a tear from her eye. "He had his clothes off in no time at all and I saw his cock ... oh my God, it was an ugly thing ... and he was hard, the head was all purple and angry looking. From where I was lying on the bed, I was looking up at him and I asked him if he could give me a minute to go to the bathroom ... I told him I wanted to prepare."

"You'd only just come from home, you surely didn't want to take a piss already."

"Jesus, damn male logic ... that's what he said. But I was worried ... he looked like he was about to jump on me there and then. I was guessing that I was as dry as the desert down between my legs ... he had done nothing to warm me up. And looking at his ugly cock wasn't going to do it. I wanted to get in the bathroom with my purse, I had the KY with me and I was going to put some all around down there. But he wasn't having any of that ... he reached over and practically ripped the dress off me. The same with my stockings, he snagged those."

Adam voiced his interim concern. "I can see why you're upset, honey."

"I've only just begun, Adam ... this part was nothing. You better save your compassion for the later bits. As I expected, as soon as the dress was gone, he's on the bed, shoving his knees between mine to get my legs spread. I started pleading with him to go slower, I told him that I would make it good if he would just wait for me to be ready. He wasn't having any of that ... he wanted that hard-on up inside me, no matter what. And that's exactly where it went. His hands, his fingers never touched me ... he didn't try to kiss or fondle my breasts ... or to stick his fingers in me first, you know, just to pave the way. No, he just got that damned ugly purple cock and shoved it into me dry. He never paused, just shoved the damn thing all the way in ... one hard thrust! God, it hurt!"




Working For His Promotion Pt. 07



"Did you scream?"

"Did I what ... you would think that they'd have heard me at the reception desk downstairs. I hollered, but he wasn't stopping for anything. He shoved that fucking thing all the way in ... and I'm screaming in his ear. He never flinched, just pulled the damn thing out again and gave it another shove. God, I think the pain might have been worse the second time."

"And he just kept doing it, never gave you a thought? Did you get wet?"

"Adam, are you kidding me? Like, this prick is driving his cock into me, like it's a jack-hammer ... that's really going to turn me on, make me wet, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, honey ... I just haven't heard of anyone shoving a cock into a cunt unlubricated before."

"Well, you're hearing about it now, darling. He just went on like that, no stopping ... for about, oh I don't know, maybe twenty strokes. And then he must have started to get wet from his tip, because I started to feel a bit of moisture down there. Thankfully, not long after that, he came ... then I was wet inside."

Adam tenderly stretched his hand over to smooth her hair back from her face. "You poor girl, I am so sorry, honey."

"This is only the beginning of the nightmare. So as soon as he came, he dropped asleep ... on top of me. Of course, he's had a skinful of liquor with Robert over lunch, so he's out to it, damned cock still inside me. You know, he's a big man, solid build, I was flattened under him. We must have lain there for two hours, I'm not kidding. I couldn't get out from underneath him ... fortunately, his cock had shrunk and slipped out by now. That's not the worst of it, he's got shocking body odour and his armpit is right near my face. I'm telling you, I could have puked. And what's more, he kept farting all night ... smelly too!"

Adam handed the coffee cup to her and she took a sip before continuing. "About seven o'clock, he stirred a little and I managed to ease out from under his body. I tiptoed off to the bathroom and got a face cloth and tried to clean myself up a bit down there. Then, I was sitting on the loo to take a pee and the door swings open and he staggers in, comes right up to me sitting on the toilet and just stands there, a stupid look on his face. His cock's not quite flaccid, just a slight stirring. Shit, I was scared that he was expecting me to suck him back to life, right there and then."

Joanne reached for the tissues again, a few more tears had formed this time.

"I don't know if I can tell you this part."

"Try honey ... just take your time. I think it's important for you to talk about it ... get it off your chest ... as painful as that may be."

She wiped away the latest tears. "Silly me, I was only worried about him wanting a blow job. But he had more immediate needs and I was in his way."

"What do you mean?"

Her sobbing began again, but she managed to get the words out. "He stood there right in front of me ... and pissed on me."

"What ... he didn't!"

She worked hard to ease the renewed sobbing. "Yes he did ... I'm sitting on the toilet, his cock is about chin high to me and I'm looking straight at it ... very worried of course. But I never expected that, suddenly it just sort of jerks a little and this yellow stream starts straight out the end of his cock. You probably don't know, but women often have a couple of short spits before it starts to flow steadily, but this ... it just came straight at me. It was pointed at my chest and at first it hit my breasts. Then, he seemed to be aiming it and it was hitting my nipples, one after the other. I was shattered ... humiliated. How could a human do that to another person?"

Again, Adam offered a soothing hand on her hair. "I'm so sorry for you, Jo! That must have been awful."

"I didn't know what to do. I probably should have jumped up and got out of the way, but by now, I had a stream of his hot pee running right down the front of my body. Amazingly, much of it ran over my belly and down between my thighs ... they were parted while I had been peeing myself."

"So what did you do, did you move?"

"No!" Joanne looked timidly ashamed. "I told you I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there, staring blankly at him. He was laughing, thinking it was so funny. It seemed to go on forever, 'cause he'd had so much to drink over lunch. Anyway, at last it stopped flowing and he shook it a couple of times, even the splashes landed on me, then he stumbled back out to the bedroom. I got straight into the shower and scrubbed his pee off me. No matter how hard I soaped, I felt that I could still smell it and feel it on me."

"Why didn't you just leave right then?"

"I did think about it, believe me. But stupidly, I thought this is the fourth and last client, how much worse can it get?"

"I take it by the look on your face that it could get worse ... and did."

"You better believe it! I took a long while drying myself after the shower, hoping that he'd drop asleep again. When I eventually decided that I couldn't hide in the bathroom any longer, I crept out. He was lying on his back on the bed, still totally naked. As I got closer, I saw that his eyes were open and he had a damned stiff one again. I knew that I was in trouble."

They each drained their coffee cups and Adam offered to get her another cup. "No, I'll be up all night if I have another. Let me just get this story over and we'll go to bed. No sex please, Adam ... I just want to cuddle you and feel your arms around me. Tonight was my last time with another man."

"Come on honey, we'll go to bed now ... you can finish the story in bed." Adam held his hand out for Joanne and she raised up off the lounge, grabbing her box of tissues. "Just in case, I'll take these with me."

They went into the bedroom and climbed into bed, Joanne nestling into a spot with her head resting on his shoulder, one of his arms protectively around her.

"So he had a go at me about taking too long in the bathroom. I gave him a piece of my mind, told him how disgusting he was by peeing on me. You know what he said? He told me that many women would have loved it ... told me I was stuck up for not enjoying it. Said it's called Golden Showers and that it's a sexual pleasure for a lot of people ... including himself. He told me that's why he had an erection again. I told him I thought it was more a sexual perversion."

"How did that go over?"

"He wasn't too happy with me telling him off. I think he's one of those men that doesn't like women ... certainly he doesn't respect them. I think they're called a misogynist. Anyway, he tells me exactly the opposite, said that now he'd had his fun, it was my turn. He told me that I could get my kicks by riding him and he would just lie there and do what I needed to do to get off. He said that should make me happy. I told him not to bother, that I didn't need to come with a man like him ... I told him that we would skip it. He said to me that option wasn't a choice ... that he was just being nice and he told me off for not being grateful to him for his consideration. He said that we were going to do it that way anyway, because he needed a rest. He told me that he'd taken a Viagra and I could expect for him to be up all night. Well, that just destroyed me ... here was me thinking that he'd come a couple of times and drop asleep and I'd be out of there soon."

"So now he's telling you to sit on him and you do all the work?"

"That's right, so I told him how pissed off I was that he had taken me dry ... told him how much it had hurt doing it like that."

"What did he say?"

"He could care less ... never gave an answer other than to tell me that if I had some lubricant in m purse, I should put it on now ... if that's the way I felt about it. I asked him if he'd ever heard of foreplay ... hell, that started him off. I got a big lecture on the evils of women's liberation, how the feminists had screwed up life for men. By this time, I had really had enough of him, but I still wanted to walk away a winner. So I grabbed my tube of KY from my purse, spread it all around my pubes ... even played with my clit to try to get some natural lubrication going."

"Were you still sore inside from him having you without getting you aroused?"

"I was about to find out, wasn't I? After I'd lubed myself up while he just lay there watching, I clambered onto the bed and straddled him, positioning myself over his hard cock and then lowering onto it. You're right, he had really messed up my insides with that very dry hard fuck. It was very painful lowering myself onto him. He wasn't sympathetic ... just got exasperated because I was taking so long. Said that I better hurry so he could get his rocks off again."

"And did he?"

"Yes he did, it took a bit longer than the first one ... but thankfully, thanks to my trusty tube of KY, I was well lubricated. It hurt again because of how he had scraped the sensitive tissues inside my vagina, but the pain was nowhere near what it had been the first time. So I just slid up and down ... up and down ... it seemed like ages. I don't know, perhaps ten or fifteen minutes. I was beginning to despair that I wouldn't be able to get him to come."

"Did you ... in the end?"

"Yes!" was all she said in reply.

Adam hesitated on his next question ... but he really wanted to know. "Did you come this time?"

Joanne seemed angry. "Does it matter?"

"Just a simple yes or no will do."

She lifted her head up off his shoulder to look into his eyes before answering. "Yes I did."

"That's all I wanted to know."

"But that doesn't mean that I enjoyed it."

"I didn't say it did. I only wondered how well the KY worked, making you all juicy and wet. And you said how you worked your clit before getting on him. I figured that you're so orgasmic that in waiting for him to cum for ten or fifteen minutes ... well, you could maybe come a couple of times, particularly doing it on top so you can control the angle of his entry."

"Only once ... do you hear me, Adam ... I only came once. That was only a natural reaction to the pressure on my aroused clit ... that's all. It didn't mean that it felt good ... or that I wanted it."

"Jo, it's okay ... don't go on about it."

"I just don't want you to have the wrong idea. This prick gave me a hard time over nine hours. So I came once ... big deal!"

"Okay, okay Jo! So you've come, then he's cum in you ... what happened next? Did you ask him about the contract then?" 

"No I didn't!"

"But you'd been there about three hours by now."

"We both came ... and we both dropped asleep soon after."

"Were you still lying on top of him ... when you dropped asleep?"

"I guess so."

"Was his cock still up inside you?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"So you drop asleep in the arms of this prick that you couldn't stand?"

"He was tired ... I was tired. We just napped."  "For how long?"

"I think it was about ten when I woke up. I woke because he was pushing me off him, over to one side of the bed. I started to roll over onto my back ... I guess I thought that he was going to want to do it again ... knowing about the Viagra that he'd taken. But he rolled me back onto my stomach ... and then suddenly I feel the weight of him sitting on me ... right on my arse and I can feel that damned cock of his is big again ... and he's got it resting right in my arse crack. I panicked ... I could see what was coming. I should have known that he would be the type."

"So he wanted anal next?"

"Too right he did! I don't know how long he had been awake planning it before he woke me by moving me. But he was fully erect ... and he wasn't wasting any time. He shoved his cock along the crack of my arse, back and forth several times. I could feel his tip was a bit wet, probably oozing a bit of his juice. His shaft was also just a little wet, probably because it had been inside me while we slept ... at least for a while. I turned my head around ... I wanted to tell him to get the KY tube that I'd left on the bedside table from before. I knew there was no hope of talking him out of it, so I figured that I'd make it as comfortable a ride as I could. Big mistake!"

"What was?"

"Thinking that he would listen to my suggestion to put KY in me and on him. He just laughed and said that KY was for sissies. He spat some saliva on his hand and I felt him swipe it once over my anal hole. That was it ... that was his idea of lubrication. The next thing I feel, he's stopped rubbing it along my crack and he's got the damn head of it positioned up against my tiny anus. I managed to spread my legs a bit, trying to open me up a bit, but I was still lying flat ... he hadn't even thought to bend my knees to stretch my hole. He didn't even use his hands to pull my cheeks apart. The dirty prick just got his hard-on up against my tiny hole and shoved as hard as he could."

Adam's face scrunched up in compassion for her description, his own memory of pushing his cock through that same tiny anus only recently sent a reaction to his cock ... it hardened just a little despite his wife's grief. "Did it go in?"

"It went in all right ... exactly the same way that he had first fucked me. In one long move ... no gentle entry, an inch at a time, like Richard and Nick ... and you! He just went for it ... he obviously doesn't know any other way to treat a woman."

"Did it hurt?"

"Jesus Adam ... did it hurt?" she yelled at her husband. "What do you think? He had no lubrication, other than some of his spit wiped across my arse ... and maybe a drop of juice that had oozed from his cock before he put it there. He ripped the inside of my arse just the same way he had done inside my vagina. I screamed at him to stop ... but he wasn't going to. He just shoved it all the way in ... pulled it almost all the way back out ... then shoved it back inside again. Over and over ... I don't know for how long. I nearly passed out from the pain of it. I'd have to say it was worse than the earlier fuck. After some time, it began to feel like there was some moisture ... but I didn't know how that could be. There's nothing inside the arse to create lubrication. I found out later that he'd pushed so hard that he'd made me bleed inside ... his cock was sliding in and out on that blood ... that made it move a little easier."

Adam drew her closer to him and hugged her, his lips kissing the top of her head. "I am so sorry that you had to go through such an ordeal." Adam was relieved that the horror of this part of her story had softened his own cock.

"It was hard and it was savage ... a court would no doubt call it rape. I'm foolish because I didn't see it coming. We were both so stupid, Adam. We went into this believing that it was all make believe ... we assumed that they were all going to be nice people. Well Adam, they're not! Not only that, in finding out that Larry was a prick, I've now discovered Robert's dark side too."

"Did you? How did that happen? What did he do?"

"I'll tell you, just hold on. I'm coming to that bit. Anyway, this Larry prick buggered me, he shoved that fuckin' cock of his in and out so hard and for so long, I told you that he drew blood."

"Will you be alright down there? Are you going to see someone about it?"

"Yes, I'll go to the doctor tomorrow..." then Joanne realised what time it was. "No, I'll go today ... after I've had some sleep."

"Should we go to the police? Do you want to press charges against this Larry ... for raping you?"

"No ... no police. If we did that, we'd have to admit the deal we entered into with Robert. That would be very embarrassing ... and I doubt that it would help me to look like a victim in court. No, he's going to get away with this ... he's probably done it to other women before."

"So was that the end of it?" Adam answered his own question before Joanne could. "No, of course it wasn't, because you said that all of this was happening about ten o'clock. I didn't get you until nearly two. So what happened next?"

"After what seemed an eternity, he came inside my arse. I was pretty much out of it from the pain. When he got up off me, I couldn't move. I didn't have the energy to lift myself up off that bed ... I just felt flattened into the mattress. I realised that by staying there I was leaving myself open to him having another go at me. But I figured that, like before, the amount of drink he'd had would send him off to sleep again. Pretty soon, I could hear him snoring across the bed from me. I must have lain there for at least an hour, alone with my thoughts, just reflecting on how badly it had gone. It was only the sound of my phone ringing that eventually roused me up ... it was in my purse in the next room. It turned out to be you, so what time would that have been?"

"Eleven honey ... I called you at eleven."

"Yeah, so I guess I must have lain there for nearly an hour after he did it in my arse. I had got off the bed and come out to the living room to answer your call, I felt terrible, but I didn't want to let on to you just how bad ... I didn't want to panic you. I was standing in the doorway between the two rooms while talking to you on the phone and I could feel stuff dribbling down my legs. There was his cum running out of both places and I put a finger back on my arse to check what felt odd and that's when I discovered there was blood too. He was just a savage ... but I don't know why he liked doing it dry in me. Surely it must have rubbed his cock raw as well."

"I don't know honey, I can't answer that ... I don't know why a man would want to do it that way to you. You didn't deserve to be treated like that."

"As I told you, I'm finished with getting into other men's beds. I only want you from now on."

"Thanks honey ... it's good to have my wife back." Adam pulled her close again and gave her another kiss on the top of her head.

Joanne reached down and checked the state of his cock ... it lay flaccid. "I'm pleased to see that my story of what happened didn't turn you on like it has done in the past. I wouldn't want to see you turned on by my getting raped."

"Of course it didn't ... I was only turned on when I heard about how much you had enjoyed having sex with Wallace and Nick and Mark."

"And Chuck ... don't forget my sex student!"

"Yes, that fuckin' little turd!"

"Now now, be nice!"

"So why didn't you leave at that time, right after my call?"

"There was still the matter of the contract. After all I had endured with this Larry prick, I was determined to get his order, to complete our deal with Robert and for us to get our shareholding in the company."

"That's right, Robert! You told me you discovered a dark side to him, so what was that all about?"

"Yes, in a moment, darling. I better finish in sequence. So when I got off the phone from talking to you, Larry had woken up ... he had asked me what I was doing walking around the suite. He demanded that I get back into bed now. I told him that I wasn't doing anything more until we discussed the contract. Well, I was stunned because he straight up said that yes, he intended to go with our company. Adam, I was still hurting and sore ... and I felt dirty with the cum and the blood drying on my arse and my legs. But I was heartened to hear that he was going to place an order ... that meant that we had got number four. So I got back onto the bed with him. Can you believe that, darling? I actually got back onto the bed with this prick."

"Don't tell me there's more?"

"Yes, there's more ... you wouldn't believe it, would you? I lay down alongside him, fortunately his cock was down, I thought that I'd be okay. But he started running his hand over my breasts, he told me that he had ignored them, said that he'd been stupid not to pay attention to such magnificent ... he called them tits, but you know I don't like that expression, darling."




Working For His Promotion Pt. 07



"Yes I know!"

"So anyway, his hands are what you'd probably call fondling ... except that with him, it wasn't turning me on. Then he moves his head across and he starts sucking on one nipple, only there's a lot more teeth than tongue ... and he started biting. I tell you, this man just wanted to inflict pain. He thinks he's doing wonderful things to my libido, but I'm feeling nothing ... well, nothing arousing, that is. I was feeling pain again because he wasn't gentle with his teeth. But while it was doing nothing for me, unfortunately it was working wonders for him. Next thing I feel his cock, hard again, bumping up against my leg. I couldn't believe that Viagra could get this man to keep getting hard, particularly after all the drink he'd had."

"My God, surely you're not going to tell me he put it in you again."

"Just wait, Adam. So now that he's got his mouth and his teeth ravaging my nipples, he sends his hand down to work on my vagina ... or cunt, Adam. Do you want me to call it a cunt ... I feel dirty enough to call it that after what Larry put me through. So he's shoving his fingers in, thinking it's stirring me up. Not just one, but two and three! Jesus, I was scared he was going to shove his whole fist in ... I've read about that in one of those books I bought. Well, I'm screaming at him by now, accusing him of only wanting to hurt me. So he says something like 'pain, I'll show you pain'. For a minute, he's gone. I didn't know where ... then I see him carrying the tie he was wearing and he pulls something off it, jumps back on the bed and the next thing, I feel this incredibly sharp pain on my left nipple and I screamed out at him. I didn't know what it was, but at last when I looked down, he's got his tie clip ... you know, that men use to clamp the tie to their shirt. Well, he's clamped the tie clip onto my nipple and it's just hanging there off it. But the bit that clamps together was pinching the nipple. Shit, it hurt!

"Your nipple must have been erect for him to get enough of it to clamp the tie clip on to."

"What does that mean? Are you trying to suggest that I was turned on by this pig?"

"No honey, not at all. I was just picturing it and it wouldn't take a hold if your nipple was flat."

"Alright, so my nipple might have been erect, so what? It doesn't mean that I was enjoying it. What are you, Adam? Sometimes I swear I don't know who you are?"

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to follow your story."

"Yeah well maybe I shouldn't tell you any more."

"No, I'm sorry Jo! You need to do it, you need to let it all out. I won't say anything more, you just tell me what happened."

She lifted her head from his shoulder again and stared into his eyes for a long time before laying back and continuing. 

"I tried to get his tie clip off my nipple, but he kept brushing my hand away and laughing at me, then his mouth attacked the other nipple. God, it was awful, there was so much pain. And all the while, he's shoving his fingers into me, like he thinks that I'm enjoying it. After a while, he lifted his head off my breast and looked down at me and said 'how long till you come?' ... like he really thought that what he was doing would bring on an orgasm. So I gave him a piece of my mind about that ... about how could he possibly think that his pathetic fumbling could make me come."

"Was that wise? Couldn't that provoke him?"

"Strange thing about that ... it must be that you're a man. That's exactly what it did. He became determined to get me to come. He must have kept on at me, with all the pain on my breasts and his fingers driving into me. Fortunately, he didn't seem to know much about my clit. So after about ten minutes, he gave up on that. He got up off the bed, soon as he did, I got that damned tie clip off my nipple, but it still hurt, even after it had gone. He told me he was hungry since we had skipped dinner ... he said he was going to order room service and what did I want."

"Did you order?"

"Yes, strange as it may seem, after all that had happened, we sat out in the living room and ate dinner together, both still naked."

"What happened to his boner? You were lucky he didn't want to go on with it after he'd given up on getting you to orgasm."

"Yeah, I was! I think that while the Viagra was making him hard every time that he thought about sex, the number of times he had come had actually somewhat satisfied his cravings. Anyway, it took nearly an hour for room service to deliver the meal. While we were waiting, he watched TV and I lay down on the bed, trying to recover from the pain on my nipples and in my arse and my cunt. I can't believe you've got me using that word now."

"Your choice, honey."

"So we had our supper and were just sitting back at the table in the living room. We were almost talking pleasantly to each other. I had asked him about the contract and he told me not to bother thinking about it. He stood up suddenly and pulled me up out of the chair, told me that we were on again. I resisted, tried to pull away from him, said that we had really had enough. He half dragged me back to the bed, threw me onto my back and fell down lying across my body. He told me that he was determined to make me come with him and said that we were going to do '69'. That's the last thing I wanted to do with him ... I had dreaded all night that he would want to put that ugly cock of his in my mouth. I argued and argued ... even tried to reason with him. He told me that he would give me the contract the minute I came."

"There's that fuckin' threat of the contract signing getting in the way again."

"I know! Anyway, I had come this far and put up with so much. Somehow, I forced myself to believe that I could see the final sale just beyond a '69', so I agreed. But I told him that he would have to wash it first because it had been in my arse and he hadn't washed since. To my surprise, he agreed without complaining. I told him that I would wash too since it was obvious he was intending to lick me, but he said not to bother ... it didn't seem to worry him."

"I can't believe that you would let his mouth near your cunt and your clit after what his teeth had done to your nipples."

"Yeah, sounds stupid, doesn't it? Well, actually it went okay."

"Okay, what do you mean?"

"I said before that when he had his fingers in me, he didn't seem to know about my clit."

"Y-e-s," said Adam hesitantly, wondering if he really wanted to hear the next part.

"Adam, it turned out that he did know what a clitoris was after all."

"Don't tell me you came? After all that he had put you through."

"It never made up for the horrible pain that I felt in almost every orifice and erogenous zone on my body. But yes ... I actually came from him sucking on my clit and sticking his tongue into my cunt."

"Only once, I hope!"

"Oh yes, only once."

"What about up at the other end? How did you cope with sucking his cock?"

"It was pretty awful ... and I was dreading him coming ... and he seemed to go on forever and forever. I suppose because he had cum so many times that night. My jaw was sore by the time that he eventually came. I so desperately wanted to spit it out but he kept his cock jammed in between my lips until I had to give up and swallow. Oh God, he tasted awful, might have been something to do with the horrible body odour he had."

"So that's when you got the contract and got out?"

"Yeah, he rolled off me..."

"Oh, so he was on top for sixty-nine?"

"He sure was! So he rolled off and I got up straight away ... I'd had enough, I wanted to be out of there. He's just lying there, soaking up the after-glow of ... what, four, five, I don't know, I can't remember how many times he came. But he was obviously stuffed by this time. So I was yelling at him to give me the contract so I could get him to sign it. He said to go to the inside pocket of his suit. So I did and pulled out these papers, it looked the usual stuff, except there was only one copy of the contract there. I quickly checked it and found that it was not the original, it was just the client copy and Larry's signature was already on it ... and it had already been counter signed by Robert, acknowledging acceptance of the order."

Adam looked at her, astonished. "So Larry had already signed before he met you ... when he was with Robert?"

"That's right! I'm guessing they did it some time over lunch, who knows when this bastard Larry told Robert that he will go with our company. I figure that at lunch, Robert has probably said something like 'I just happen to have a contract here, so sign it now' and he did. I also figure that Robert has probably then told Larry that the woman he is meeting for dinner is really only there to have sex with him so that he will sign. So Robert has probably told Larry not to tell me that he has signed and let her work her butt off having sex with him. Who knows how far Robert has gone, might have said 'hey she loves to get it in the arse'. I wouldn't put anything past him. With the attitude that Robert has had about me lately, I'd say he treated it as payback time."

"The rotten shit ... he's gone too far this time. Honey, that also explains why I was left out of the lunch, they didn't want me to see the contract being signed then and there. Robert knew that if I saw the contract had been signed, I would cancel you going there with him. Just wait until I see Robert."

"Hold on darling ... I know how badly you want vengeance on Robert for this. Believe me, I want it one hundred times more ... because I suffered the pain from this prick. But try to hold back until we see where we stand. We've both gone all this way, we don't want to end up with nothing. I'm a bit worried that Robert might pull some technicality that he – not us – got the last client.

"I don't know if I can hold back. I'm so angry that as soon as I see him, I know I'm just going to blow up."

"Don't Adam, promise me you'll keep calm, for both our sakes. Let's at least collect the shareholding, maybe we can sell it to get some worthwhile cash behind us and then you can move on from there." She saw how angry he was. His rage surprised her because she had never seen him react so strongly before. She was pleased on one hand that he was prepared to respond on her behalf, but she feared what he might say or do with this much fury inside of him. "Please Adam, just cool it!"

Chapter 19

Joanne and Adam dropped asleep in each other's arms, but it was 4am on a Wednesday working day and they had not set the alarm clock. Adam woke with a start at 8.30am, he was normally at his desk by this time. He jumped out of bed, had a quick shower and an even quicker shave. Skipping breakfast, he stopped by the bed to check on his wife before leaving. He roused her from sleep and she looked up at him groggily.

"What time is it, darling?"

"Just gone nine, I've gotta go ... I wanted to make sure you're okay before I left."

"Let me check!" Adam watched her hand come up and touch her nipple – the one that had been clamped – and her face scrunched up from the pain. "Ooh shit, that still hurts!" She was lying on one side and next her hand went around the back to her arse and pushed at the crack between her cheeks. Again, Adam saw the reaction on her face. "Shit, that's tender too! Darling, would you mind coming around this side ... and have a look at my arse. I'm just nervous about whether I might still be bleeding."

Adam came around the bed and lifted her nightgown to expose her arse. He parted her cheeks with his hands and inspected, but her anus appeared dry and clean, although he noted the skin around it was red and blotchy from the pounding that she had taken. "It looks okay, honey ... you're bruised and the skin's red, but there's no blood there."

"Thanks Adam," she told him as he came back around the bed, blew her a kiss and headed for the door out of the bedroom to the hall. "Don't forget darling ... use lots of restraint where Robert is concerned. I appreciate you wanting to stand up for me, but let's finalise the deal first."

With those warning words ringing in his ears, Adam drove to work. Once at his desk, his mind starting whirring over all that his wife had told him about her frightful encounter with Larry Griffin. He wanted to respect her request to be silent for now, but at the same time, he felt a responsibility to defend his wife's honour. Building up a head of steam, he pushed back from his desk and stormed off to confront Robert.

Leaving the elevator at Robert's office floor, Adam came across young Yvette walking away from Robert's office, her face stony and serious. Adam gave her a crisp good morning but she didn't respond, walking straight past him. Adam hurried on, seeing that Helen wasn't sitting guard at her desk, he strode up and pushed open Robert's door. His boss was seated behind his desk and there was a woman seated in the guest chair, her back to Adam as he entered. Helen was standing off to the side of the desk, she looked as serious as Yvette had.

Adam blundered on in, stopping only when he reached the desk. Robert looked at him sternly, "Adam, what the fuck do you want? Have you come to pick over the bones too?"

Adam had no idea what he he was talking about, so he just pressed on with his own grievance. "Robert, I believe that Joanne and I have completed our deal ... I've come to discuss the shareholding."

"Bad timing, young man. But don't worry, I'm a man of my word, you two will have your shares formalised ... it just won't be today. Now fuck off ... I've got more important things on my mind."

Adam was quite taken aback by his attitude and his serious demeanour. He began to turn to leave when the woman in the chair spoke to him. "Hello Adam, it's nice to see you again." She smiled up at him, the only person in the room doing so.

Adam recognised her as Robert's wife, Jane. He and Joanne had dinner with she and Robert at their mansion the night that Joanne stayed over to spend the night as Robert's bedmate. Adam and Joanne were astonished at the time how Jane put up with Robert's blatant womanising, even in front of her in her own home. Jane had slept downstairs in a small bedroom that night while Robert had taken Joanne over and over upstairs in the main bedroom.

"Hello Jane, it's nice to see you again," he offered his hand to her and she put hers out to shake. They shook hands, but that was the end of any conversation. Adam realised that he had walked in on the middle of some kind of confrontation and he felt uneasy that his presence was interrupting its progress. "I'll see you all later," were his parting words as he headed for the door.

Back in his office, Adam wanted to call Joanne to reassure her that Robert's shareholding deal appeared to be a firm commitment, but he didn't want to wake her again when she really needed some sleep. He settled for sending a text to her cell phone.

Adam went about his usual business duties for a Wednesday morning. It was about an hour later and he had his head down when he was suddenly conscious of someone having slipped through his office door without knocking. He looked up to see Jane – Robert's wife – standing just the other side of his office desk. In her mid forties, Adam observed that the brunette was quite an attractive woman, as would be expected in the lifetime partner of such a womaniser as Robert. She wore a two piece suit, deep maroon in colour ... the cut was quite demure, revealing no cleavage and the skirt coming down to knee length.

"Adam, may I have a word with you?"

"Yes Jane, certainly ... please have a seat."

She sat in his guest chair, folding one leg over the other, the move pushing her skirt up to mid thigh. She seemed relaxed in showing him a little skin ... and she smiled when she observed Adam glancing down at her legs.

"I need you to fill me in on some deal that my husband has made with you and your wife."

"I don't know, Jane ... he did pledge us to secrecy about that arrangement."

"Adam, I would suggest that you fill me in ... there are about to be some changes in this company ... some very important changes. Therefore, I need for you to confirm if what I am hearing is true. I believe that you and your wife have just become 10% shareholders each in this company."

"Yes, that's right, but I don't..."

"Adam, I only needed for you to confirm that fact. I would suggest that you now let me tell you of the latest developments concerning the ownership and management of this company."

Adam settled back in his seat, "Okay Jane, I'm all ears."

"Adam, when my husband and I started this company, the shareholding was 51% to him and 49% to me. That was usually the way it was with dominant men who just wanted a subservient wife as a silent partner ... you know, to rubber stamp decisions at board meetings. I discovered very early in our marriage how Robert liked to chase other women ... only not just to chase them, but to flaunt his having them in front of me. Just like he did with your wife when the two of you came to dinner that night. He has done that with the wife of every manager that he has had working here over the years."

"Why did you put up with it?"

"Why does any wife? I was living in a wonderful mansion, my share of the profits from the company meant that I could have virtually anything that I wanted ... so I let him have his fun. I'm older now and I'm approaching my use-by date ... the recent events that I am about to relate to you means that it is time for my retribution."

"What events are they?" Adam asked, thinking that she may be referring to Joanne's seduction of the new clients.

"Robert has never liked to pay taxes ... who does? But he went out of his way to avoid paying tax. He found an accountant who devised all of these tax-avoidance schemes for Robert ... a few were legal, but most were not. The illegal ones saved the most money from being paid in taxes. Robert was so impressed with the savings that he made that he gave the accountant 2% of our company as well as paying him a fee. That reduced Robert's share to 49%, the same as mine ... but Robert was confident that the accountant would always vote with him to ensure he held control. Not only that, Robert never suspected that I would attempt to overthrow him for control of the company."

Adam was now becoming interested and he leaned forward in his chair.

"I told you that I am now at an age where I felt that life was passing me by ... I hadn't experienced enough thrills. So unbeknown to my husband, I have been having an affair with his accountant for the past 12 months, behind Robert's back, of course. Now the accountant is in serious trouble with the law ... it seems he devised these tax avoidance schemes for many businessmen. The federal authorities are prosecuting him and there is little doubt that he will go to prison. To raise enough money for the best defence possible, he wanted to sell his 2% shareholding in our company. Normally, he would have sold it back to Robert, but my husband is so mean, he didn't see why he should be buying back part of his own company."

"So the accountant sold his 2% to you?"

"That's quite right, Adam ... that's very good, you are following me. I paid him true market value for those shares and that now gives me 51%. The deal that he has made with you and Joanne was never endorsed by the accountant or me at a board meeting, so Robert will be forced to honour his contract with you two by giving up 20% of his holding for you and your wife to get 10% each. That means his holding is down to 29% and he is finished."

"Finished ... what do you mean?"

"It doesn't really matter whether Robert owns 29% or 49%, my 51% controls the company ... I intend to invite you and Joanne onto the board to help me run the business. The board will then terminate Robert's services as ceo and I will take over the main bedroom on the top floor of what was our home, but will now be mine. You see, the company owns it! Robert can stay in the small bedroom downstairs that I used to occupy on the nights when he had a woman over. Although, I don't know how much longer that he will be there. It seems that the accountant intends to negotiate a plea bargain with the authorities. Part of that will be revealing the names of all those businessmen that he created tax dodges for. I suspect that Robert will in prison in less than a year ... that is, unless he does a runner and flies off to a country with no extradition treaty, out of the reach of authorities. Either way, he will be out of my new life."




Working For His Promotion Pt. 09



Over two years ago, when I was still very new at this writing caper, I wrote a story series, called “Working for His Promotion,” about a young wife who helped her husband get to where he wanted in his career. There were 7 parts, followed by “The Dinner Party,” which was really Part 8. The first part of this story has been the most successful of all 39 story parts that I have submitted to Literotica, with more than 130,000 hits since. 

At last, after numerous requests from readers, I am attempting to bring some conclusion to the many characters I introduced through the preceding chapters by creating this Part 9, and with Part 10 to come along shortly. I had supposedly ended the saga of Adam and Joanne, and how twisted their marriage had become thanks to the hypnotic sexual influence of Robert on Joanne.

It features all of the same characters so I suggest that you read or re-read the earlier story parts to be fully acquainted with the quirks and preferences of the people that cross the paths of the main characters, 28 year old Adam and his 26 year old wife Joanne. But if you like your synopsis brief, here’s a thumbnail…

In pursuit of climbing the corporate ladder, Adam joined a large company based in a small town to work as Marketing Manager. His new boss, Robert quickly lusted for and quite easily seduced Joanne by threatening the security of Adam’s new job. He then exercised his control over the young couple by putting Joanne on the company payroll, using her as sexual bait to sign up 4 new major clients.

When Adam and Joanne secured the 4 new clients, Robert rewarded the couple with 20% shareholding in his company. But Robert got himself into some tax strife and his long suffering and till then subservient wife, Jane rebelled, outmanoeuvring him to take control of the company, appointing Adam as the new CEO. 

Jane dumped Joanne from the payroll and then the total snub came when Jane invited Adam to come alone to a dinner party on the first Friday evening after taking on his new position. The surprise other guests were Helen, Robert’s long-serving PA, now working for Jane and Adam, and the very young nymphet Yvette who helped Adam and Joanne in the pursuit of one of the new clients.

Bisexual Helen attempted to seduce Yvette, only to find Adam’s cum already deposited where she wanted to lick. Then Jane took Adam to bed and when Helen burst into the bedroom, protesting about Adam beating her to Yvette’s vagina, Jane sided with Adam, much to Helen’s disgust.

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Warning for the Moralists: This story is for the enjoyment and pleasure of readers. There is cuckolding in this story. If you are one of those minority puritans who claim to be offended by that, don’t bother reading. Then you won’t need to post your unnecessary vitriol.

Chapter One

The Dinner Party had not gone quite as Jane had planned. Certainly, she had managed to get Adam to come to bed with her that night and to satisfy her nagging sexual hunger after years of neglect by her husband, Robert. She had been forced to watch his conquests of the wives of the executives of his company and had been amazed at how willing and compliant these women – and how condoning their ambitious men – had been, to surrender to Robert’s will.

Now that she had ousted Robert from the business, she was keen on making up for lost time. Adam had already agreed to come to the house at the end of each week, ostensibly to report on the business, but inevitably Jane’s plan was that he would spend Friday evenings pleasuring her. Helen had become a slight complication to her plans, in that the bisexual woman’s pursuit of Yvette, the lovely 20-year-old from the typing pool, on Friday night had gone horribly wrong. Helen’s angry confrontation with Jane while the latter was still experiencing the after-glow of her first fuck with Adam, was ill timed. Jane had no choice but to side with Adam, causing Helen even more grief.

Helen called Jane again on Sunday afternoon, in tears and once more pleading her case for Jane to get rid of Adam, claiming that she couldn’t work for him any more. Helen had been PA to Robert for 20 years, even orally servicing his sexual needs during the working day when he wasn’t able to get to one of the executive wives. Although her preference was women, she found that keeping Robert happy led to many financial rewards and perks. Helen had even started up a relationship with Jane that she thought would now be handy after Jane’s coup had eliminated Robert from the business. But tolerating young Adam was going to be another matter.

Monday morning, Adam was in the office at 7am, he was still sleeping apart from his wife Joanne after almost having to drag Robert off her hot body when he arrived home after the dinner party on Friday night. Adam was unsure if he would ever trust Joanne again and feared that their marriage may now be irretrievable after her latest transgression. Was he being hypocritical, having found her in Robert’s arms after arriving home from fucking Robert’s wife?

Helen was always so punctual, so at 9.30am when she had not arrived for work, he tried calling her home. She didn’t answer! Then, Adam called Jane, “Helen isn’t in yet, it’s not like her to be this late?”

“Have you tried calling her, Adam?”

“Yes, the number just rings out.”

“Maybe I better go over to her place, I’ve got a key. I must admit I am worried about her … you know, after that little episode beside my bed on Friday night. I talked to her yesterday and she was very down, said there’s no way she can work with you, darling.”

“I am sorry about that, Jane.”

“It’s not your fault at all, Adam, she had it too good for too long with Robert. She is just acting like a spoilt child. She has to learn that things are different now. I am even wondering if her brief affair with me was more devious than desire. By the way, you wonderful young man, did I thank you enough on Friday night for how good you made me feel. You made a middle-aged woman feel very special. You will be over again this Friday, I trust?”

“Of course, Jane, I’m looking forward to it. You may now be my only sexual partner after Friday night, has Robert said anything to you?”

“Darling, we barely talk, what would you expect he might have said?”

“After I left you on Friday night and came home, I found him in my bed fucking Joanne. It seems like he is intent on destroying my marriage, even though he no longer has a power base.”

“I am so sorry for you, Adam, that’s just awful. If it’s any consolation, the law should catch up with him soon over that tax avoidance scheme. His lawyer keeps stalling it, but they will get him eventually. Anyhow, I’ll slip over to Helen’s and see what she’s up to, why she hasn’t come in. I’ll call you back, my young stud.”

Jane giggled like a schoolgirl down the phone line before hanging up and Adam actually felt a little surge in his cock. ‘She may be a couple of decades older than me, but she does have a good body,’ thought Adam.

An hour later, Jane called back. “Are you sitting down, Adam? It’s terrible news, Helen’s dead.”

“What? How? Why?”

“Gassed herself, put her head in the oven. I got over here to her place, opened the front door and was hit with the smell of gas. I couldn’t go in, I called the police and they were here in ten minutes. They went in with gas masks and turned the gas off. There was so much gas through the house they said it’s amazing it didn’t blow up. They think she did it last night. They told me she left a suicide note, but they wouldn’t let me read it. I think it might mention you and Yvette because the police asked me if I knew those names.”

“Shit, what do we do now? She knew where everything was in this office. As bitchy as she might have been to me, without Robert around, she was able to put her hand on any information I needed. It may sound silly, but I will be lost without her.”

“Adam, you’ll have to get someone up from the typing pool to answer your calls. And you better start going through the files to acquaint yourself with what goes on there.”

So who did Adam bring up from the typing pool? You guessed it, only the youngest and least experienced of them all … 20-year-old Yvette.

It only took less than 48 hours before Joanne found out who had become her husband’s new PA. She called on Tuesday afternoon to tell Adam that since they were no longer sleeping together, she would no longer be cooking dinner for him, beginning that night. The complete disintegration of their marriage had begun.

“Why is that woman Yvette answering your calls?” Joanne quizzed her husband.

“She is my temporary PA.”

“What happened to Helen?”

“Oh, did I forget to tell you last night? Helen killed herself on the weekend.”

“She what? And you didn’t think to tell me last night?”

“Well Jo, we’re not exactly talking to each other since Friday night.”

“But that is major news Adam, why did she do it? Have you any idea?”

Adam baulked at admitting to his wife that Helen’s suicide came as a result of her seduction of Yvette being foiled by Adam having deposited his cum to Yvette’s cunt ahead of a visit by Helen’s lips and tongue. Or that Jane had sided with Adam when Helen demanded he be fired, probably because she was still floating from multiple orgasms delivered by Adam’s cock.

Adam chose to reveal as little as possible, “Helen was bi and Yvette rejected her sexual approaches and Jane turned her back on her too.”

Joanne seemed to accept that reasoning for the woman’s suicide and switched to her more pressing issue, “So how long will Yvette be working as your PA?”

“As long as it takes to find a permanent replacement, or just maybe she might be good enough to secure the position long term herself.”

“Oh, you’d love that … and so would she, the little slut. Adam, I feel like I don’t know you any more, you’re not the man I married. If you still loved me, you wouldn’t have elevated Yvette to be your PA, you must know what that does to me.”

“And you’re not the woman I married either,” came back Adam, pulling the noose tighter. 

“If you’re referring to the men that I slept with, I did that only for us, to further your career. Now you have reached the place you wanted to be, you are rejecting me.”

“If you still loved me, you wouldn’t even contemplate fucking Robert again and again. He is one man I never wanted you to sleep with and you keep going back to him.”

“I told you on Friday night, Robert tricked me into believing that you were cheating on me.”

That evening, Joanne and Adam resumed their argument when he arrived home, bringing takeaway for one with him. As the verbal stoush continued, a lot more hurtful things were said, culminating in Joanne declaring, “We’re through, Adam, your blind ambition has ruined our marriage.”

In the morning, Joanne followed through on her threat. She began making plans to leave Adam and the small town in which she had endured so much unhappiness in her young marriage. Within days, she vacated the house and headed off to the largest city in the country. What a contrast … going from the smallest to the biggest.

Chapter Two

Joanne had to start all over again. She got a job, back at what she knew best, in a bank as a teller. She found herself an apartment and filed for divorce.

In case you haven’t looked back to Part 1 for a description of the lovely Joanne, I repeat exactly the way I described her in late 2007 when we first met Joanne and Adam – and Robert. She was then 26, a striking redhead whose silky and shiny locks flowed down over her shoulders when let loose. However, most of the time, she wore her hair up, using a variety of methods such as a bun and sometimes a ponytail.

Not just a beautiful face, Joanne was equally proud of her pert and shapely breasts that stood up firm at around 38". The top side of each breast resembled the slope of a ski jump ending in nipples that stood out nearly an inch when she was fully aroused. They had been a highly sexual couple and with no children as yet, they had initially been able to devote full attention to each other ... nearly every night.

Joanne had been so proud of Adam's career achievements, having worked his way into that $100,000 a year job at such a young age. She had told him regularly that she would support him in anything that he wanted to do work-wise. Her working day in the bank then was part-time, from 10 to 3 four days a week. She enjoyed the work and it kept her reasonably busy, but still allowed her time to shop and get home in time to be ready to greet Adam when he came in from work every night.

However, their idyllic life changed drastically when Robert seduced Joanne and then sent her out on the mission to win new clients over with her sexual capabilities. She was so good at it that it changed her marriage irrevocably.

Now she was 28 and a good deal wiser than she had been in her first marriage. From her arrival in the big city, she made a decision to embrace a new image. She let her red hair grow and flow down over her shoulders all the time. She was decidedly the most beautiful woman working in the bank so it was no wonder that young men coming in to transact their banking business would hope to get to her window.

One young man was so determined that when he reached the top of the queue, he would step aside and allow others behind him to go to the other windows so he could wait for Joanne to be free. She liked the attention she got from him and readily accepted when he began asking her out.

Peter was a trader at the Stock Exchange and earning very good money. She was attracted to him, although she thought that if he had any faults at all, it was that he was just a bit nerdy. After her uni days with Adam, she had got to know worldly men like Robert, and the four that she had seduced to become clients. 

Still, she was quite happy dating Peter, but she went slowly in the sex department. Although she was anxious for some activity there, having become so active in those seductive days, she didn’t want to come across as a very promiscuous partner to Peter.

So it was only after two months of dates that she eventually let him have her body. He was quite good, not overly endowed, but she was content and she got satisfaction most times they did it. She was determined to put her wild days behind her.

By late in 2009, Joanne and Peter had moved in together and had marriage plans for sometime in the next 18 months. They even became engaged and she was now wearing an impressive diamond ring on third finger, left hand.

One day at the bank, Peter called her quite excitedly. The boss of one of the biggest stock traders in town had called him to offer him a job … more responsibility and a big jump in pay.

“But you already earn a good wage, honey,” insisted Joanne. She had immediately sensed alarm that her new man was becoming as ambitious as Adam had been, and she didn’t want to go down that track again … supporting her man’s ambitious ways.

“Jo, this will set us up for life, I have to consider it. Listen, he wants to meet us tonight for dinner.”

“Us, what do you mean us? I don’t need to be there too, do I?”

“Yes you do, Jo. It’s the way a lot of these things go these days, particularly at this level. They like to meet the partner too, so you’ll need to scrub up well.”

Joanne resented that, she figured that she always looked good. “Don’t I always?” she asked.

“Yes, yes of course you do, darling. I just meant extra special, something sexy, off the shoulder. With your red hair flowing down, you will look a million bucks.”

“Isn’t he employing you, not me?”

“Yes, but first impressions and all. If he likes you, then it should be plain sailing for me.”

“I don’t like it, Peter. I will do it, but I am not happy about it.”

“Thanks Jo, it’ll be okay, and he’s taking us to a good restaurant, so it should be a good dinner, we don’t have to cook, you know how it is, yada yada.”

Joanne hung up, she felt uneasy. This was the first time since meeting Peter that she had reason to think back to those days when Adam’s pursuit of success and wealth had driven her to do things she didn’t want to. The problem was that once she started down that track, she really got into the sex bit. That was all behind her now, she didn’t want to revive those days, but she sensed that they were always just bubbling below the surface.

She finished work earlier than Peter, so she was able to go home to their apartment, have a good soaking bath and pick out her sexiest outfit to wear. She was dressed and ready by the time that Peter got home. He did a double take on seeing his wife when he came through the door.

“Man, you are something else,” he exclaimed. “You have outdone yourself, Jo, an absolute knockout. How lucky am I?”

She pirouetted for him and he drew in another deep breath to replace the ones that she had taken away with her appearance. The dress was sleek and black and clung to every curve of her body. Those 38-inch breasts looked like they were about to topple out of her strapless garment that was cut so low in front. It was short too, about five inches above the knees, beneath she wore sheer black hose, Peter wasn’t sure if they were pantyhose or stockings. He knew that she had some stockings and even a garter belt that she wore to tease him with sometimes.

“Do you have panties on?” he asked, sounding a little shocked and reverting to his nerdy voice.

“I will leave you to guess that … what makes you think that I don’t?”

“I can’t see the panty line on your arse.”

“Umm, well, maybe I do and maybe I don’t. I’ll let you find out in the cab coming home.”

“That means I’ve got to sit there at dinner all night wondering.”

“Of course!”

Peter scurried away to have a quick shower and Joanne teasingly called in through the door, “Don’t you go wanking off in there, better keep yourself primed and ready for when we get home, honey.”

They took a cab to the restaurant and walked in to the bar. Peter recognised their host who sat at the far end of the bar with his back to them. “There he is, Nick Marshall, come on darling.”

Joanne paused, her husband walking on ahead without knowing she had stopped. ‘Nick Marshall,’ thought Joanne, ‘I know that name, where do I know it from?’

Peter had reached his host, who turned to welcome his prospective new employee. They shook hands and Peter turned to introduce his partner who was only just reaching them now. “Nick, I’d like you to meet Joanne.”

Nick and Joanne’s eyes met and the recognition was instant for both of them. Joanne froze on the spot, her lurid past catching up with her when she least expected it.

“Joanne, what a wonderful surprise, great to see you again.”

Joanne was speechless, she could only stretch out a hand to the man she now recognised only too well. [Readers may want to reacquaint themselves with Nick in Part 5 of this story]

Nick Marshall was in his mid to late thirties, standing just on six feet, and good looking in a rugged way. He was the second of the four prospective clients that she had seduced to please Adam and Robert. She recalled that Nick was almost a younger version of Robert ... cocky, super confident and a bit of it a know it all. Adam had hated him, probably because he had insisted that Adam come along and double date on the night that she was to seduce the prospective client over dinner and bed afterward. Robert had organised for young Yvette to come as Adam’s date and Nick had insisted that the other two stay with them all night, all through the sexual activity. That was the first time that her husband had watched Joanne being fucked by another man … not once, but three times. In the spa bath, Adam had sat right up close to his wife, face to face, holding her hands while Nick drilled his massive cock into her from beneath.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 09



Now finding Nick Marshall was her fiancé’s prospective new employer was Joanne’s worst nightmare. She still hadn’t spoken, but almost reeled back when Nick took her hand, and instead of shaking it, he leant forward and planted a big sloppy kiss on her cheek.

Joanne was trying to gather her thoughts from the initial shock. She heard her husband speaking, “So you two have met before, is that right?”

“Oh, we sure have,” said Nick confidently, “This is going to be a great night, far better than I ever imagined.”

Joanne didn’t like the sound of that. She was trying to recover quickly, “Peter, Nick and I had a business meeting once a few years ago,” she told her partner.

“Is that what you call it, babe? Wow, that was some business.”

Joanne cringed, she sensed that there would be a lot of cringing this night. She wished that she could just disappear back out the door.

“Here, I saved a stool for you,” Nick was saying. Joanne looked at it, it was high and she knew that her dress was too tight for her to be able to get up on that stool without showing most of her thighs and whatever else.

“No, I’m fine, thanks Nick,” she said, dismissing the idea of exposing most of her thighs to Nick and Peter.

“I insist,” said Nick and before she could resist, the man had placed both his hands on her waist and hoisted her up onto the stool, much to the surprise of both Joanne and Peter.

Joanne felt the dress almost split at the seams, stretched as it was as Nick plonked her down on the stool and her legs were at right angles to her body. She quickly hooked her high heels onto the rung of the stool and raised her body up enough to place her hands down at the hem of her dress and raise it well up her thighs so that the garment stayed in one piece. ‘Oh, why did I wear this dress?’ she thought.

She saw that her beloved Peter and the lecherous Nick both had their eyes riveted to the large expanse of black stocking covered thighs that were revealed by her sitting on the stool in her tight dress. She looked down to see that her dress was so far up her thighs now that the men could easily see the tops of her stockings and the clasps of her garter straps. Her fiancé looked almost to be salivating at the sight of so much of her thighs while the cool and cocky Nick was content to stand back and take it all in.

“I’ll get you both a drink,” offered Nick and a click of his fingers brought the bartender. “What will you two have?”

“Double vodka,” demanded Joanne, needing something strong to quell her anxiety.

“Just a beer,” said her partner unadventurously.

“So, here we are,” said Nick, leading the conversation. “Peter, who would have expected that your lady was somebody that I would know. You’re off to a good start, because I have a very high opinion of Joanne here.”

She looked daggers at Nick, wishing hopefully that he wouldn’t mention the circumstances in which they had met two years ago.

“So Joanne honey, how long have you been in the big city?”

“There was a bit of a coup in the company back there in that tiny town. Robert lost control to his wife and Adam took over the running.”

“You got on well with Adam, as I recall. That should have suited you.”

“Didn’t turn out that way. Young Yvette who came along with us that night ended up working as Adam’s pa, he’s welcome to her.”

“Ooh, sounds like a woman scorned.”

Joanne peeped across at her partner, wondering what he was making of all this, concerned that she might have said too much already. The drinks came and Joanne gulped most of her double vodka down in one swig.

Peter reached across to the bar and grabbed his beer, gulping half of it down. The three of them settled down to a more mundane conversation, much to the relief of Joanne. Nick explained the job description to Peter and Peter gave his prospective employer a verbal CV. Joanne was almost bored, but she was happy to be that way rather than having Nick bringing up the past again.

They ordered another round of drinks. Peter was nervously putting the beers away. “Oh, gotta take a piss,” he revealed suddenly and excused himself, leaving Joanne perched on the high stool, apprehensive about being left alone with Nick.

Peter ran into a work colleague while out at the Men’s Room and got caught talking trading business, so it was about three minutes before he returned. As he walked through the bar, approaching Joanne and Nick, he thought it strange that Joanne had swivelled around on the stool and was seated facing the bar, sitting up straight, her hands holding the front edge of the bar. She appeared to be watching her face reflected in the mirror that extended along the back wall of the bar.

Peter walked up behind her and placed a hand affectionately on her shoulder, leaning in close. That near to her, he could hear that her breathing was heavy and he could feel a slight tremor in her body coming through her shoulder to his hand. He looked across at his prospective employer, Nick, who was alongside Joanne, standing very close to her right, square on to her.

Nick’s eyes were watching Joanne intently and Peter felt almost like an outsider looking in. His eyes followed Nick’s right arm that went down in front of Joanne in the narrow space between her and the bar. ‘Where is his hand?’ thought Peter and he had to lean forward, peering over Joanne’s right shoulder. ‘Shit, where has he got his hand?’

Peter leaned forward even more, his face now directly between Joanne’s and Nick’s faces. “What the hell’s going on here?” demanded Peter when he saw that the bottom of his partner’s dress was pushed almost up to her crotch, exposing most of her thighs, even the pale skin above the stocking tops. Nick’s hand was wedged in between those smooth inner thighs and Peter could see that the fingers were very active, possibly even moving within his partner’s cunt.

Joanne said nothing, seemed like she couldn’t … she just breathed heavily, sitting upright, her thighs slightly apart, as wide as she could get them in this tight dress. Her hands gripped the edge of the bar, possibly for support, her knuckles had gone white. Her breathing was laboured and the tremor that Peter felt through his hand on her left shoulder had become a trembling.

Their three faces all quite close, Peter turned to Nick, “I asked what the fuck you’re doing with Joanne?”

“Quiet Peter, we are just reliving an intimate moment from the last time we met. It won’t take long now.” Nick looked beyond Peter to Joanne’s determined face, “Will it, darling? I think you’re nearly there, aren’t you?” His words about such an intimate event were said as if he were asking if she wanted another drink.

She actually answered him wordlessly, “Unnngggghhhh!” Just a guttural sound that reflected the arousal that she was feeling so deeply within her body. Without turning to address her partner, she whispered breatlessly, “Don’t talk, Peter … aaahhhhhh, don’t say anything … please!”

Peter wanted to say lots, he wanted to know why his partner of just 18 months was allowing this man to finger fuck her in the middle of a public bar. He wanted to grab Nick’s arm and wrench it from under his partner’s dress. Peter looked around nervously, wondering who might be watching. The bartender was, from a few feet away. Peter decided that he would only be able to see Joanne’s face from where he stood. On this side of the bar, the other customers seemed preoccupied with their own conversations.

Joanne’s breathing was now loud, challenging the general hum of people talking. Peter moved fully behind her body as she sat perched on the stool, trying to block off the view that others might have of her. His chest pressed against her back, he now had both hands on her shoulders. Peter could feel the trembling of her impending orgasm through every part where his body was in contact with hers, but particularly in his cock that was pressed against her arse as she sat on the high stool.

Peter couldn’t help himself, his face came up alongside hers again, but while Joanne stared directly ahead at the mirror on the back wall, Peter looked down at Nick’s fingers as they foraged in and around her pubic region. He thought he saw the middle two fingers driving in and out of her cunt while Nick’s thumb played with her budding clitoris.

She was really loud now, she must be close, Peter took one of his hands and placed it over her mouth, trying to quell the sounds of her impending release. She shook her head to discard his hand … and she came loudly. A magnificent, pounding, throbbing finish that caused her body to shake and jump where she sat, bouncing around on the stool.

Peter looked toward the mirror behind the bar, his partner’s eyes were closed in delirious rapture as she allowed the orgasm, created by Nick’s fingers, to rumble through her body. His hands still held her shoulders and his hard cock was still pressed against her clothed arse as the trembling eased and her body steadied back onto the stool. She still gripped the bar edge.

Nick withdrew his hand from between Joanne’s thighs, bringing his fingers up and slipping them into his mouth, sucking on each, one at a time.

“Now will you tell me what all that was about?” demanded Peter, addressing Nick. “That was my partner that you were just playing with. I’m not too happy about this.” He was trying to sound forceful and aggressive … but only about as forceful as a man who desperately wanted this job, could be.

Nick took his time, savouring the taste of Joanne’s womanly juices from off his fingers, then he turned to Peter, “The job’s yours, plus a $10,000 sign-on bonus that you weren’t expecting.”

Peter gulped, reached across to the bar and downed what was left of his beer. “Really?” His anger at what he had seen being done to his partner seemed to have dissipated, disappointing Joanne.

“Yes exactly Peter, but in return the lovely Joanne comes to my bed tonight. I will send her back to you before dawn.”

Peter was stunned, he wished he had more beer in his glass, “But…” He tried to argue, but he didn’t know what he wanted to say. “No, you can’t do that,” he at last managed to get out.

“I can and I will … do you want the job, Peter?”

“No, it’s not as easy as that.”

“It is, you know, said Nick seriously.”

Joanne took her hands off the bar, Peter saw that one was clenched in a fist. She brought it around to her partner and opened her hand above his, “Here, I guess I won’t be needing these for the rest of the night.” Her thong panties dropped into the palm of his hand, he could feel that they were wet. When had she removed them? It must have been while he was away at the toilet. He regretted now having stopped to talk to that work colleague.

“Why, are you intending to go with him, Jo?”

She turned her head to face him and said, “You want this job, don’t you?”

“But … you know what he wants you to do.”

“Of course I do, that’s why I won’t be needing my thong. Can you put it in your pocket for me please?”

“Shouldn’t we talk about this first.”

“What’s to talk about, Peter? You really do want this job, I can see that. I love you and it appears that I have the ability to make it happen for you … so I will. It’s as easy as that. Now, let’s eat, I’m famished.”

She swivelled on the stool and slid down off it, the bottom hem of her dress rising all the way up to her belly, exposing her whole mound – and her arse as she turned - to both men, and probably anyone sitting at nearby tables. If the looks she got as she walked past those tables were anything to go by, many had seen her lower body exposed.

The three of them were shown to a table and set about to enjoy a sumptuous dinner without any further comment to what would happen afterward. But while no words were spoken, Peter’s thoughts whirled around what his partner had committed to do for him, just so he could secure the new job. He wasn’t at all happy about it … would it be too high a price for he and Joanne to pay?

Meanwhile, Joanne’s mind whirled with her thoughts. She considered that the wilder, promiscuous part of her life was behind her when she left Adam. Did she really want to go back down that track? The trouble was that Nick had been a good lover that one night, and there was a part of her keen to have an adventure like that, with such a confident and competent lover, one more time.

Nick’s thoughts were simpler, he was trying to figure out where to take Joanne for sex. His wife and children were at home in his apartment. A hotel room was an option, but first he scanned through his friends who lived alone, trying to think of one that had a spare bedroom. He came up with his Spanish friend, Rafael. Nick called him and the man agreed to Nick using his spare room to screw his latest conquest.

Nick rejoined the conversation after making the successful call, throwing a curve ball at Joanne, “Say, do you know who else moved here to the big city, Jo?”

Joanne nervously asked, “Who?”

“Robert, you remember him, you were talking about him before.”

Joanne cringed at the possibility that Robert was in the same city as her. Fortunately, it was a huge city and surely, the chances of running into him would be remote. Nevertheless, she would have to be on her guard. He was the single cause of her marriage to Adam breaking up. He had seduced her, then blackmailed her, then come up with the plan for Adam, and she, to become quite rich using her skills and her vagina. Then, at the end, when there was still a remote possibility that her marriage could be saved, Robert conned her back into bed and Adam caught them together. Joanne didn’t want him back in her life.

“Do you see much of him?” asked Joanne.

“Oh, from time to time.”

She put her hand out to affectionately touch Nick’s hand, “Please don’t tell him you saw me, Nick.”

“Why? I got the impression he liked you.”

“He did, but a little too much.”

Nick assured Joanne that he wouldn’t let on that she lived in this city if he ran into Robert again. But she wondered if she could really trust Nick on that.

The odd trio finished their meal and Nick impatiently suggested that they leave the restaurant. Quickly, the bill was settled and Joanne, Peter and Nick found themselves out on the street looking for cabs. Nick had possessively claimed Joanne, draping an arm around her shoulder, holding her close to him. Her partner felt like he was the odd one out after arriving earlier tonight with Joanne, with no expectation of the way events would unfold.

“So where are you taking Joanne?” Peter asked.

“A friend of mine has a spare room, his place is across town. If we can only get one cab, we can drop you off, Peter … on the way.”

Peter and Joanne both felt how weird this evening had become.

At last, a cab pulled up, Nick steered Joanne to the back door, they jumped in to the back seat and Nick pulled the door closed behind him. Peter resignedly opened the front door and sat beside the driver. He gave his address and, from the back, Nick called that they would then go on to the address that he gave.

It was an eerily silent cab ride with nobody talking. Peter couldn’t help turning at one stage and was confronted by the sight of his partner being kissed quite passionately by his new boss. Her head was against the back of the seat, willingly turned toward Nick and her hand was up, affectionately stroking his cheek. Peter could see the mouths moving and twisting eagerly in a kiss that obviously involved a lot of tongue.

They were not paying any attention to him, so he was able to look closer. Joanne’s skirt was once more pushed up to her crotch and he could see that Nick’s hand was again buried between her thighs. Since her thong was in Peter’s coat pocket, he knew that Nick’s fingers were again delving in Joanne’s most intimate spots without challenge. As if all of that wasn’t bad enough, her hand was out of sight inside Nick’s trouser fly … and moving.

Peter was distressed at how the evening had turned out. Yes, he most certainly wanted this job, but his mind battled the alcohol he had consumed to question did he really want it this badly. He and Joanne had been dating for 18 months, they had been living together for the past 9 months, and had just announced their engagement to friends. What would this do to their relationship ... could it survive? This was a new side of the woman he loved, yet she told him back at the restaurant that she was doing it for him.

The cab pulled up outside Peter and Joanne’s apartment building and Peter stepped out, then turned to stand and bend over at the open window of the back door. The two inside had broken their kiss and even retrieved their respective hands. “Err, I was thinking Nick,” started Peter, who hadn’t really thought this out before speaking. In a spur of the moment decision, he told Nick, “Listen, err, rather than drive all the way across town, why don’t you two come up and do – err - what you’ve got to do at our place. That way, Jo will be at home when you’re, err, finished.”

“Yeah sure,” said Nick, seemingly unphased about where he went, so long as there was a bed in which to have Joanne once more. He turned to Joanne, “What do you think, babe?”

Joanne was affected by alcohol and was once again highly aroused by the passion of the cab ride. At that moment, she would agree to almost anything, “Umm, okay!”

Nick and Joanne clambered out of the back seat and Nick turned to pay the driver leaving Joanne and Peter alone on the pavement outside their apartment building. Peter looked at his beloved partner awkwardly, unsure of what to say at this moment.

Joanne had no such hesitation, “Why have you got a friggin’ hard-on?” she demanded to know.

“What do you mean?” Peter responded lamely.

“When you stood beside the window of the cab just then, talking to Nick … from where I sat, I couldn’t see your face, but I could see a massive bulge in your trousers. You looked like you’d had a transplant, for God’s sake.” She surprised her partner by grasping the bulge with her hand. “There see, it’s still there. You feel bigger than you ever have. What’s got into you, why are you so hard?”

Peter was embarrassed at being caught out by his partner. Yes, he was hard, painfully so. He had felt some arousal right from when he had first caught them with Nick’s hand buried in her cookie jar when they sat at the bar. But when he turned to watch them in the cab, his erection became overpowering.

“I just … err, I don’t know, it’s all so strange … err, I mean, you and him, err, together like.”

“So that turns you on, Peter?”

Her partner looked embarrassed, “I guess it does,” he finally admitted.

“Well, that’s a side of you I didn’t know,” she told him.

“And this is a side of you I’ve never seen,” Peter shot back with.

“I told you I’m doing this for you,” she said defiantly, the two of them silenced by Nick rejoining them after paying for the cab fare.

They rode up in the elevator silently and walked down the hallway to their apartment. Peter turned the key and held the door open for Nick and Joanne to enter ahead of him, playing the perfect host. “Can I get some coffees?” asked Peter.

“No, we’re good, aren’t we precious?” answered Nick for the two of them as he tightened his grip around Joanne’s shoulder, “Where’s the bedroom?”

Joanne began to lead him toward the back of the apartment, leaving Peter standing in the middle of the room, watching them from behind, finding this experience so weird. He wondered if Joanne would take Nick to their bed, or would they use the spare room?

Peter looked around his own apartment, wondering what he was going to do for the next few hours. He had no idea for how long Nick intended to claim his partner’s body. He took off his jacket, then remembered his partner’s thong panties and pulled them out, looked at them and recalled Joanne’s comment to him when he asked if she was wearing any earlier tonight. They had been standing in the exact same spot that he was standing now and he recalled her saying, ‘Umm, well, maybe I do and maybe I don’t. I’ll let you find out in the cab coming home.’ Peter lifted the still damp thong to his nose and inhaled Joanne’s own distinctive sexual aroma. Then he also remembered her telling him not to wank off in the shower, ‘better keep yourself primed and ready for when we get home, honey.’ 




Working For His Promotion Pt. 09



Peter made himself a cup of coffee and switched the TV on. He sat down on the lounge, thinking, ‘This is going to be a long night.’ His erection cramped within his trousers and he had to adjust it to be able to sit comfortably. He wondered if he should relieve himself now … but he imagined that with the time that had elapsed since the two had gone off to the bedroom, Nick would right about now be pushing his hard cock into Joanne’s tight body. ‘Doesn’t seem right that I would be masturbating while Nick is having Joanne, I might wait for a while.’

Chapter Three

Joanne had taken Nick to the main bedroom. Rejecting any possibility that there may be some romance in this liaison, Joanne matter-of-factly strode directly into her room, ahead of Nick, unzipping her tight dress as she reached the closet and found a clothes hanger for it.

Then she turned, wearing only the garter and stockings with high heels. What a vision she presented for Nick, her sleek, shiny red hair dropping over her shoulders, the 38” breasts superb and upright, the nipples like thick pencil points.

He stood in the middle of the room, his jacket already gone. He had unbuckled his belt and was unzipping his trousers. “You are still as beautiful as that night when you took me to dinner. Remember the sales guy you brought along, what was his name?”

“Adam,” she prompted, forced to recall the husband that she no longer saw.

“That’s right, Adam. I thought that you two had a bit of chemistry, I told him so after that night … said how he ought to get in there and fuck you. But he was a bit of a straight-laced sort of guy, wasn’t he? Married too, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to take a chance playing around with a hot chick like you.”

Joanne was so tempted to tell him, put him back in his place, tell him how she and her then husband, Adam had conspired to trap him into signing with Robert’s company. But no advantage would be served by revealing that now.

His trousers fell to the floor and he stood there in shirt and boxers that were tented emphatically by his rampant tool. The memories came flooding back to Joanne of that monstrous cock that she had learned to enjoy through one long night in 2007.

He grasped the shape of his cock that was still encased within his silky boxers, “Hope you haven’t forgotten old big boy here.”

She put her hands on her hips, “How could I, Nick, you have the biggest one I’ve ever had,” flattering his enormous ego.

“Doesn’t surprise me, there’s not many around like this,” and he quickly eased the waistband over his extended cock and let his boxers fall in a heap at his ankles. He unbuttoned the shirt and that came off too, leaving him only in socks.

Joanne gazed upon it once more, recalling the adjustments that her body had to make the last time she had it, just over two years ago. She had experienced nothing this size before or since. Nick’s proud appendage was 7” flaccid and 9” hard, but it was the width that was truly amazing. Joanne recalled that she had not been able to join her fingers when she tried to form an ‘o’ around the shaft. She could only manage a ‘c’.

Nick stepped toward her and Joanne willingly moved into his embrace, his arms folding around her, the hard cock being caught upward between their bellies. A kiss followed the melding of their bodies tightly together. It was deeply passionate, their mouths were open, two mature adults eager to consummate. Tongues wrestled while lips mashed together. Joanne felt the moisture oozing from his tip against her smooth skin just above her belly button.

Nick’s hands roamed freely up and down her back, his fingers gently trailing a course over her skin that sent a sensual shiver right through her body. While one hand still played between her shoulder blades, the fingers on the other hand delved deeper, caressing the rounded shape of her arse cheeks. He used one finger alone to trace the inner cheeks, the sensation causing Joanne to momentarily clench her cheeks ensnaring that finger … then releasing the finger and encouraging it to explore further by lifting one leg up high and wrapping it around behind his thigh. This caused the cheeks of her arse to separate, spreading wide, exposing her tiny puckered anus to his finger’s exploratory touch.

The kiss had at last ended, with both sucking in deep breaths. She moaned at his finger’s gentle pressure in such an intimate dark place and pushed her belly forward, squeezing the hard engorged shaft that sat up crushed between their bodies.

“It’s all coming back to me, Jo, how hot you were that night. We had an audience then, do you remember?”

“How could I forget?” she said pointedly, but the impact of her words would be lost on him because Nick never knew that she was married to Adam.

“I remember that I kept encouraging that Adam guy and the young girl … what was her name?”

“Yvette,” answered Joanne icily, still bitter about the young nymphet’s involvement in her marriage.

“Yeah, I kept trying to get them to fuck, and for some reason, you kept telling him not to. It was like you knew his wife, or something, and you didn’t want him to mate with that young girl.”

“Come on, Nick, this is the here and now, and you’ve got me to yourself. Don’t dwell on the past, just consider yourself fortunate that I agreed to do this with you. I know it will sound weird, but I’m only doing this with you because I love Peter. It may seem to be a funny way to show it, but I’m guessing on what we did last time, I am going to enjoy sex with you for the next few hours, and then it’s over. No emotion, no passion for you, just extremely satisfying sex. But that doesn’t mean that I’d ever want to see you again. This is for Peter so you will give him the job he wants, I want him to be happy. I know he will be good at it, so my being here with you is just endorsing his appointment.”

“Sounds all very noble, my dear, but I’d say you’re here because you loved the size of my cock last time, you loved that you came over and over again, and you’ve never come across a guy with one like it since.” The bravado and the cockiness were all there as she recalled it, but she also remembered that there had been moments where his softer side had impressed her on that long night a while ago.

“You’ve got a great arse, babe. Don’t suppose there’s a chance you’d let me stick it up there?”

Joanne pulled her head back so she could look him in the eyes, “Not a chance in hell, buddy,” she told him, “not with that monster cock of yours. I’m already nervous about letting you do me normally with that thing.”

He laughed at her apprehension, “C’mon, let’s get you in this bed. I can’t stay all night like last time, have to get home to my wife and kids.”

“Doesn’t it worry you, being unfaithful, I mean? How can you do this to them?”

He laughed again, “That’s rich coming from you, what about your boyfriend waiting outside while you and I fuck in his bed?”

“I told you I’m doing this because I love him. You can’t tell me that you’re about to fuck me because you love your wife and kids.”

Nick suddenly spun Joanne around and pushed her back onto the bed, “Stop messing with me, let’s just do it, babe.”

He clambered onto the bed after her and Joanne backed up toward the centre, getting her feet up off the floor.

The big naked man – except for his socks – hovered above Joanne’s nearly naked body. She still wore the stockings and garter belt, he pulled one of the garter straps, “Aren’t you gonna get rid of this too?”

“What for, you can easily get where you want to be without me taking them off. Don’t you find them sexy?”

“I find you sexy, Jo, with or without stockings and garters, you are one hot woman. We could have good times together now that I’ve found you again.”

She straight away clamped her legs together and rose up on her elbows. “If you’re talking like that, nothing happens now, do you understand, Nick? I told you, one time only and you better believe it, so make the most of what I’m offering now, okay?”

He was surprised by how determined she was. Up to that moment, he was so cock sure of himself that he figured he only had to wave his thick 9 inches at her and she would spread her legs. “Okay!” he mumbled. Nick’s eyes had been darting between her beautiful face framed by her long red hair, her impressive breasts and the pubic mound that had, up to a moment ago, been spread and open for his delight.

Joanne dropped back down off her elbows and her red hair spread all around her head on the white sheet. She let her legs fall apart once more and Nick scanned between her three most tempting attractions before deciding on breasts and lowering his mouth to capture one already extended nipple.

Chapter Four

Peter was restless, he had already aimlessly gone channel surfing on his TV remote, his mind so distracted by what might be going on elsewhere in his apartment that he couldn’t decide on anything to watch. He looked at his watch, Joanne and Nick could not have been gone from the room for any longer than ten minutes. He stood up, wanting to follow them to see what might be going on. Realistically, he knew what would be going on, but that didn’t satisfy his curiosity. It was almost like he needed to see it actually happening … to see his girlfriend of 18 months being taken by another man. There was some history there between her and Nick, he needed to know more about that too. Was Nick likely to be a threat to his own relationship with Joanne? Why did he agree to her doing this, she said she was doing it for him? ‘Damn, I should have spoken up, told her that she didn’t have to do that.’

Peter’s feet were moving, taking him silently down the hallway that led to the bedrooms. It was only a two-bedroom apartment and he came to the spare one first, the door was closed. “Damn!” he mumbled quietly and even put his hand on the doorknob, testing it. He held back, realising it might make a sound when turned. ‘Better check our bedroom first,’ he thought and crept on toward that door. It was partly open and Peter’s heart skipped a beat in anxiety. ‘Was it left open on purpose, or did they just forget to close it in their rush to get to the bed?’

Peter peeped around the door that was about a third open. There were no lights on in the room, but the window blind was up and the street lighting from outside was bright enough to make out the shapes of the couple on the bed and what they were doing. He could see his fiancé’s legs spread wide, one raised with the knee bent and rolling side to side, it looked like a reaction to what was being done to her. 

Peter saw Nick’s head was down between Joanne’s spread thighs and, judging by the sounds that poured loudly from her mouth, he was licking and sucking up quite a storm. His beloved partner’s breathing was heavy and laboured, like she was highly aroused and she muttered little guttural sounds of obvious enjoyment. Peter had heard them himself so many times before while she clamped her thighs over his ears and gave up a powerful orgasm to his tongue’s intimate foraging.

Peter sensed from her sounds that the ultimate moment of release for her would be soon. He grabbed for his cock and rubbed it through the material of his trousers. He was still hard and firm, he had been all night. Peter wondered why the sight of his fiancé being taken by another man would be so arousing to him. He had never previously had an indication of this, ‘but then,’ thought Peter, ‘I have never before been faced with watching a woman I dearly loved being fucked by another man.' 

His eyes were adjusting better to the light in the room, the couple on the bed were no longer just silhouettes. He could see Joanne’s face from side on, so he was able to see her lips move, her eyes open and close from the passion and emotion of it all. He could see her magnificent breasts and the nipples that stood so hard and erect, measuring her heightened arousal.

He could see her body buck up off the bed for a moment, only her shoulders and feet in contact with the bed, signalling the orgasm that she craved. Then he could hear it too as a series of loud gasps and groans poured from her mouth and her hands stretched down to clamp on Nick’s head, holding him to her mound as her body exploded under the man’s expert lapping tongue.

Peter had not intended to stay in the bedroom when he crept down the hall. He had just been curious to see his woman in another man’s arms. But now he was riveted to the spot, unable to leave unless they caught him watching them. He silently unzipped his trouser fly and reached his hand in to pull out his hard-on. At this stage, it was an unconscious move and he didn’t know what he was going to do with it. He just had to have it out of his trousers, he had to be holding it, as if it gave him some sort of reassurance.

The activity in his bed was abating, Joanne was slowly coming down from that orgasmic peak that she hit under his tongue. Peter heard his partner speak, startling him, “Just like last time, Nick.”

“I thought it was better,” Peter heard Nick respond.

“You do follow a pattern,” she was telling her lover, “finger me to a finish in the restaurant, go down on me in bed, so that I’ve already cum twice before Mr Big even gets anywhere near my body.”

“You’re not complaining are you?” Nick asked.

“Oh God no, if the formula works, stick to it.”

“It might surprise you to know that you are the only woman who I have fingered in a public restaurant, and now I’ve done it twice to you.”

“My God, what does it say about me?”

Peter listened in fascination to their conversation, he was close enough to hear every word, ‘Shit, there’s a word for what I’ve become … I am a voyeur, that’s what I am.’ He looked down to see his hand holding his exposed erect cock, completing the picture. But while he continued to absorb every word the couple on the bed spoke, he couldn’t get his mind to jump over her description of Nick’s cock as Mr Big.

Peter watched Nick’s face move up from her mound and his body rose up high as he shuffled his knees further up between her legs. Then, Peter saw in profile the answer to his Mr Big pondering. Joanne had dropped the raised leg that had partly obscured the sight of Nick’s mouth working on her pussy and clit. Peter got his first glimpse of Mr Big, the man’s cock was hovering a few inches above Joanne’s exposed mound. He saw it, horizontal, running at right angles from his body. In profile and back-lit by the window’s light, it was LONG and it was THICK. ‘Damn, she would have known about this from her previous encounter before she said yes to Nick. Is this why she so eagerly agreed to go with Nick, telling me it was for my benefit? I’ve never seen one that big, how do only some guys get to have one of those?’

“Moment of truth,” he heard his partner say and he watched as she stretched a  hand out and touched Nick’s hard cock, stroking it, drawing a thin web-like strand of his pre-cum out from the tip. The pre-cum glistened in the light from the window.

“You can do it, babe,” Peter heard Nick assure her.

“At least this time I know I can,” Joanne told her lover, “I don’t know if it makes it that much easier. It’s still going to be … what did you call it last time, not pain … oh yeah, uncomfortable, that’s right. Well Nick, go ahead and make me uncomfortable, I’m ready for it.”

Peter listened to his fiancé telling another man, ‘I’m ready for it.’ Without consciously telling it to, his hand began stroking his own hard shaft, watching the scene played out on the bed, seeing Nick’s body come forward, his cock-head disappearing between her spread thighs. He heard his partner grunt as the intruding cock obviously attempted to move between the tiny lips of her cunt. Peter knew they would be wet, that was obvious, but how would they stretch to accommodate this monstrous weapon? And then, how would her normally tight passage open up to take him in? Would her cunt ever feel the same to him again?

Peter watched Joanne’s hand come down and take hold of Nick’s hard-on, she seemed to be moving it around down there, trying to find the right angle for his entry, willingly helping the invasion into her body of her lover’s proud cock.

“Try that now,” Peter heard his partner say, imagining that she was talking to him as she normally would be in such an intimate moment. He stroked a bit harder on his cock, but his eyes remained open wide, unwilling to miss a moment of this spectacle. He saw Nick thrust forward again and he heard his partner cry out, “Oh my God, easy … easy does it.”

“Feels good, babe,” Nick contributed as he lowered his head and his mouth captured one of her hard nipples.

“Oh yes, that will help,” said Joanne breathlessly as she strove to adjust her body to receive nine inches where six and a bit would normally be enough.

Peter watched as Nick gorged himself on Joanne’s breasts before pulling his head up to watch his conquest as he thrust forward again, burying a bit more of his thick cock. Joanne gasped aloud once more, but there was no suggestion of resistance. Peter saw her hand come up and fondly touch Nick’s cheek, his hair and then fold both her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down for his lips to kiss her, his hairy chest mashing against her breasts.

Peter the voyeur couldn’t get over how warm and receptive his partner was toward Nick. When she agreed to have sex with Nick tonight, Peter half expected that she would just lie there and go through the motions, letting this man do whatever it took to get off. But to his complete surprise, Joanne was as into this as she would be if it were she and he on a normal night in their bed.

The kiss was long and deep and passionate and they both came up for air, breathing heavily. “Give me more,” Joanne beseeched and Nick obliged, raising up once again and looking down between their bodies, watching as his thick cock pushed another inch or two into the pliant woman beneath him.

“Oh yes,” she mumbled, “are we nearly there yet?”

“Not by a long way,” Nick declared, looking to check that more than half his length still remained uncovered.

“That’s good, I do want more,” she admitted shamelessly and Peter watched as his partner lifted both legs and wrapped them around the back of Nick’s arse, locking him to her.

Again and again, Nick drove forward, pushing his thick tool another inch into Joanne’s warm body, each time pausing about 30 seconds to allow the woman to adjust to the extraordinary width of his cock.

At last, she had it all. Joanne felt so full, so stuffed, the girth of Nick’s cock wedged tightly in her liquid cunt. It was not as if she didn’t know what to expect this time, it was just that it didn’t get any easier, even knowing about his size in advance.

The one who was surprised was voyeuristic Peter. He had been stunned when he saw the silhouette of the man’s cock, amazed at the incredible size of it … then he was incredulous as he watched his partner take all of this appendage inside her body. Just where did it all go, because he always found her passage tight when he had sex with her … Peter marvelled that both very different men could feel tight and compact within her body.

Peter maintained his idle strokes on his own shaft that now oozed pre-cum from its tip. In fascination, he watched Nick begin his see-sawing, in-and-out motion in and on top of Joanne’s warm body. He listened to her heavy breathing, the emotive appreciation in the sounds that she uttered … sounds that told both men that this woman would be climaxing very soon.

Strangely, Peter wanted to be closer, nearer to the bed, wanted to see his partner’s facial expression as Nick relentlessly drove his hard thick cock into her cunt. But he didn’t dare move from his spot against the wall, just inside the door, from where he had watched this coupling unfold. He listened to the sounds of Joanne – the breathing, the gasps, the grunts, the moans – all rising to a crescendo, peaking with the unmistakable sound of his partner coming loudly.




Working For His Promotion Pt. 09



Through it all, Nick ploughed on, a masterful lover, easing his hard, driving strokes only briefly to allow the woman beneath him to soak up the intense pleasure that throbbed and pulsed through her body. Then he would crank his motions up a gear again and resume his cock’s plundering of Joanne’s cunt.

Peter heard his partner rising to a peak once more, then cresting over the top, only to realise as she slid down the other side of yet another orgasm that the man bringing her this intense pleasure seemed far from done. “Cum with me, Nick … oh please, cum with me now,” Peter heard his fiancé tell her lover.

But words were not about to change Nick’s single-minded pursuit of the beautiful woman beneath him. He prided himself on masterful control of his own body and he pressed on, keen to bring such delights to this woman that she could not deny him repeat performances.

Even from where he stood in the semi darkness, Peter could see a layer of perspiration coating Joanne’s face and her breasts, and no doubt her tummy. If, in fact, he had been able to see her tummy below the body of the man whose driving thrusts of his pelvis and cock ravaged Joanne.

Peter’s own hand was out of control on his cock, he felt the inevitable release that was closing in on him. He had wanted to hold out so that he could cum as Joanne’s lover pumped into her, but eventually Peter gave up to his arousal and his cum erupted in his hands. Inevitably, some cum escaped, spurting onto the floor in front of him and he made a mental note to get the carpet cleaning shampoo out in the morning.

Peter slumped back against the wall and watched the remaining minutes of this incredible scenario played out as Nick had to at last give up his load and succumbed to the tight grip of Joanne’s cunt, and her verbal urgings and the pull of her arms. His cock spewed out his cum up into Joanne’s tight passage, and on into her uterus.

‘How many times did she cum?’ Peter wondered to himself, having lost count as his own needs took over him. He was seeing the two bodies at last still in his bed, except for the continuing pulsing thrusts of Nick’s pelvis as he pumped the remains of his release into the willing Joanne.

From the bed, he heard his partner’s endearing words to the man who had just had her body so fully, “You’ve still got it, Nick … truly sensational. That was some fuck!”

Peter slipped out the door, knowing that the two would soon open their eyes and be more conscious of their surroundings now that each had been completely satisfied. He returned to the lounge in front of the TV and lay down along it to once more try to find something to watch that may take his mind off what was going on in his bedroom. He wondered if Nick would leave now that both were sexually satisfied. He looked forward to reclaiming his fiancé, holding her close, assuring her that their love was still strong in spite of what he had just watched. He accepted her words that she was doing this for his career. What Peter didn’t know was that the last time she had sex with this man, and others, she had been doing it for her then husband Adam’s career, and that marriage was now in tatters.

Chapter Five

Joanne and Nick lay closely together for a while after their frantic coupling. As each drifted in and out of a cloudy after-glow of slumber, Nick tore himself away to go and take a piss in the bathroom. The movement disturbed Joanne’s light sleep and she got up too, tiptoeing outside to the lounge room to check on the state of her fiancé.

She found him lying on the lounge in front of the TV. He appeared to be sound asleep. She saw that his cock, at half-mast, hung from the opening of his trousers, one hand beside it, the palm filled with what looked like a pool of his cum. She wondered about the circumstances of his wanking, had he done it while seated in front of the TV or had he crept down the hall to watch she and Nick. She had noticed that the bedroom door was open when she came out from the bedroom.

She grabbed a blanket and covered her sleeping fiancé, who stirred and partially opened his eyes at the weight of the blanket dropping on him. In front of him and silhouetted by the light from the TV, he saw his lovely Joanne, her body nearly naked and still wet with sweat, except for the garter belt and stockings that remained in place, although somewhat twisted and the stockings snagged and laddered. From where he lay on the lounge, her exposed mound was directly in his line of vision. He could see a blob of white seeping from her opening, the normally pink inner linings of her labia reddish, and there were more stains of white on her inner thighs.

Joanne bent forward and kissed him on the forehead, “I love you, Peter,” she told him, and then she was gone, back to the man that had taken over Peter’s role in the bedroom for this evening.

She found Nick back in bed, lying on his back, his still wet cock was down to what some would call flaccid, but for Nick and his extraordinary appendage, that still meant 7 inches, although it was floppy and fell across his upper thigh. “Where have you been?” he asked.

“I was just checking on Peter, making sure he was coping all right with this.”

“So what did he say, how’s he doing?”

“He was asleep in front of the TV, poor guy, this must be awfully hard for him. You know, I became used to one-night stands in that job I had, so this doesn’t worry me. You will go home to your wife soon and I will try to make it up to Peter and our lives can go on as they were. I just hope that he can cope with it all, that he truly does understand that I did this for his career. Don’t do the wrong thing by him, Nick, he’s a good man.”

“I won’t, he’s got the job, that’s cool. So do you think he’ll be patient for a bit longer, I want to do you again.”

“Oh, you’re so romantic, do me again. Sure, why not, as I said, he’s asleep and he’s had a wank.”

“Really, so what turned him on, do you think?”

“Strangely, this whole night did, at least it seemed to. I was pissed off at him when we got out of the cab downstairs. He had such a boner, I think it might have been from him seeing us making out on the back seat of the cab. Well, probably a bit more than that … as always with you, your damn fingers were in my cunt.”

“I thought he would have been upset rather than turned on, I know I would have been.”

“Everybody’s different, Nick, I must admit that I never knew this about Peter, but then we haven’t found ourselves in this situation since I’ve known him. You know, you bringing me off while I sat at the bar probably did it too, wouldn’t you think?”

“Yes, you do look incredibly sexy when you cum. Babe, you are a hot woman.”

“I suppose this hot woman’s not done yet, is that right?”

“You better believe that, Jo, but you’re gonna have to give me a bit longer to recover. A couple more years have gone by since you and I did it most of the night in that hotel room. Shame there’s no spa bath like there was there.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Nick, but this is just a simple two bedroom apartment, not some exotic hotel suite.”

“Yes, just a boring old bed. Hey, I’ve always liked adventurous places, do you have a balcony here?”

“Yes, quite a big one, it’s off the lounge room. What are you getting at?”

“How about we go out on there and I do you? How high up are we? Are there any other apartments opposite from where people could see us?”

“Oh, I don’t know. We’re only up ten floors, some of those apartments across the road look down on us, they would have a great view. It would be embarrassing for me in future, when I’m out there, to know that those people might have seen us fucking.”

“Babe, it’s late, everybody’s in bed and it will be dark. If there is anyone up, they won’t know it’s not just you and Peter mucking around.”

“Yeah, but I’m told that I get noisy when I cum. I could wake them all up.”

“Come on girl, it could be a blast.” Nick jumped up, eager to begin.

“You’re not going to get much done with that,” she told him, belittling his floppiness rather than size. Seven inches would usually be more than enough for her.

“Yeah, you’re right, what we need is a shower together, soap us all up, that should do the trick,” said Nick.

Joanne could see how excited Nick was at the prospect of taking her on the open balcony. She reluctantly agreed and the two of them went off into the shower to try to reawaken his sexual tool. Soaping each other did do the trick. Joanne lathered up her hands and worked his cock back into full magnificence, and Nick’s soapy hands worked on her, cleaning and refreshing her ready for another frenzied sex session.

The two of them carefully crept past the sleeping Peter, leaving the TV on so that it’s sound might down out Joanne’s appreciative moaning. She opened the door to the balcony and was immediately confronted by the cool night air on her warm naked skin. She turned to the equally naked Nick, “Shit, are you sure about this, it’s awfully cold out here?”

“Shush up, babe, I’ll keep you warm.” Nick walked over to the railing and looked down to see how high they were. Then he looked across at the buildings opposite, “A lot of windows there,” he said.

“Umm, that’s what worries me,” she said, her warm body shivering in the cool night air.

“Come on, let’s get this done before we catch cold,” he urged.

“Was that your foreplay then, I nearly missed it.”

He grabbed hold of her and spun her away from him, his hands wrapping around her body and taking a hold on each breast, massaging them. Joanne was pleased that at least her breasts would be warm now. He pushed her toward the railing and used his hands to place hers on the rail. Then he pulled her feet further back until they were about five feet from the railing, so that her upper body was stretched forward to reach the rail. Nick spread her feet further apart, she found herself somewhat uncomfortable, stretched out and leaning forward.

With her legs spread, so were her arse cheeks and her anus was exposed. Just below that, the pinkish entry to her cunt was tilted backward. Nick took full advantage of that, getting his tongue to stretch forward between her parted thighs. He managed to get the tip to touch her clitoris, his nose between her labia lips and pushing into her cunt. His eyes were level with and concentrated on her tiny puckering anus, watching it wink at him up close in response to his tongue triggering sensations on her clit.

He lapped at her well of pleasure. Despite being gripped by the cold out there on her deck, Joanne felt the warmth at her pussy, the lapping by Nick’s tongue, coming in from behind, was arousing her already. She tried to stop from making any noise, but as Nick’s tongue strokes intensified, she found it impossible to stop the building momentum of her next orgasm. In the quiet of the night, with only traffic noise from ten storeys down, Joanne’s shrill shrieks pierced the still night air.

Looking out beyond the railing that she clung to, Joanne could see several lights come on in the two buildings across the street. Some disturbed sleeper called out to Joanne and Nick, “Hey you two, go get your jollies someplace else, we’re trying to sleep up here.” Then another one threatened, “Hey the two of you, it’s 2am, go fuck yourself someplace else.”

But in spite of the friendly advice flowing from the neighbours, Joanne simply switched off her aural receptors and let her sexual ones take over. Arousal rose quickly again, given that Nick’s tongue was licking her right on that clitoral bud. As her climax hit her, the stiffened arms clinging to the railing shook and struggled to keep her body in position. Her legs too were shaky as the trembling from deep within her body cleansed her internally.

It was an all too familiar pattern when Nick withdrew his mouth and tongue and rose to stand behind her. She felt the man introduce his rampant cock to her juicy, flowing cunt and pushed inward. Again, her stretched straightened hands were shaking as she clung to the railing and she rose up on her toes, striving to hook his cock into her cunt. Her taut legs were called on to hold her body upright and in position as Nick held her hips firmly and thrust his pelvis at Joanne, making progress but in tiny increments.

Multiple orgasms were once more the order of the night and Joanne managed to peel off another three after Nick at last got his hard and thick appendage into her warm and inviting body.

Joanne was delighted when she finally felt her insides heated by the powerful release of Nick into her juicy cunt. The activity of a hard, driving fuck was warming against the cold night air. She felt further warmed when he folded his chest against her back, pulling her hands free of the railing and hugging her to him, even though their straightened bodies made the angle of the connection of his cock in her cunt slightly painful.

The two of them could now see that there appeared to be a few more lights on in about ten of the apartment windows across the street from them. Probably the sound of Nick coming on top of Joanne’s orgasmic shrieks for the third time had woken even more of the neighbours. Not all of them complained like the first two, many possibly enjoyed the naked spectacle that had unfolded before them and they stayed with it until its perfect end.

Chapter Six

Peter had managed to drop asleep in front of the TV after witnessing his partner taken by his new boss in his own bed, although he stirred slightly when Joanne came and placed a blanket over him. He recalled looking up and, from where he lay, seeing her naked except for her stockings, seeing close-up the remnants of Nick’s deposit dribbling from her cunt.

The next time he came awake, the TV was still on, but the sound was turned low. The door was open to the balcony and he could recognise the familiar sounds of Joanne in the throes of sexual pleasure. He sat up and tried to peer through the curtains, but could only just make out the shapes of two people, obviously Nick and Joanne outside. 

Peter stood up and walked to the open door, pushing the curtain to one side. From there in the doorway, he could see his beloved partner stretched out, her hands on the railing, her feet about five feet back, spread so wide. Nick was behind her, his hands firmly holding her hips. The couple were not directly in front of the door, so that at the slight angle, he could see Nick’s huge thick cock once more proceeding to gradually enter his woman’s cunt, but this time from behind.

Peter stood there for most of the action, amazed at the stamina and ability of his new boss to control his release so expertly. Peter guessed that by halfway through the episode that he watched, he himself would have spilled his cum eagerly into Joanne’s hot cunt. While it was an incredibly arousing display, Peter just wished it wasn’t the woman he loved on the receiving end. However, again his own cock rose rapidly as he watched and he wondered why he would find it so compelling to watch his girlfriend of 18 months being taken so solidly.

He felt a pang of jealousy when the long event was finally over and Nick pulled Joanne’s arms clear of the railing and pulled her body back against his. Peter saw how Joanne so willingly pushed herself back against her lover, seemingly thrilled by the way his hands enveloped her body and massaged her cooled breasts.

Once more, Peter felt like a voyeur, he looked down at his own rampant cock sticking out of the fly gap in his trousers. He was caught when the fornicating couple turned quickly and saw him standing there, his hand idly playing with his erection.

“Sorry, did we wake you, darling?” his fiancé asked, her eyes dropping to see that he held his own hard-on. Peter expected that she would ask him again why he could get so aroused watching her with another man.

“Yeah, it’s okay!” he answered. He saw the pained look on her face and wondered why, was she hurting somewhere?

“Hey man, you’ve been a great sport about this,” he heard Nick telling him, “I’m gonna go leave you guys now, better get home to the wife and kids.”

Peter thought that was so weird, surprised that a man being unfaithful would be so brazenly talking about his family to the woman that he had just solidly fucked twice. He watched as Nick’s hands went to Joanne’s back and he pushed her upper body forward, bending her at the waist and once more holding her hips while he pulled his thick cock from her body.

Joanne groaned at the withdrawal of his cock scraping against the now tender and raw lining of her cunt, but at last thankful that she could fully straighten up. Peter looked down at her pubic mound and again saw the white fluid oozing from within her.

She saw him looking and quickly said, “I better go clean myself up.” She pushed past her partner, planting a kiss on his cheek as she went by. Peter was left in the doorway in the company of his new boss, and with nothing specific to say at a time like this.

He watched as Nick ran his hand down over the 7-inch limp state of his cock, wiping away his own and Joanne’s juices and wiped his hand dry on his thigh. Then he told Nick, “I better go get my clothes from your bedroom, can I use your shower again, Peter?”

“Yeah, sure!” was Peter’s simple response, hoping that the two didn’t start up again if Joanne was still in the shower when Nick got there.

Peter returned to the lounge where he had been sleeping and sat down. Shortly after, Joanne appeared, wearing a black silk robe, tied lightly in front. In spite of what he had just seen her do twice with another man, he was struck by how beautiful she looked, even in this dishevelled state. Peter knew that he loved her, no matter how painful it was to watch her with another man.

He still had his cock out and it was still rampant and hard. Joanne came over to him and sat close alongside on the lounge, “Are you okay, Peter? Were you able to handle all this? I told you I did it for you, I know what Nick’s like from having been with him once before.”

“Was it only once?” asked Peter.

“Yes it was, but it was part of my job description to go to bed with him to win his business for the company I then worked for.”

“Did you have to do that a lot?”

“Only a few times?”

“Did it work, Jo? Did they all sign up with you?”

“Yes it did work, they all signed, all four of them, and I was well paid for winning over their business. That’s all that it was, Peter, just a business deal … with fringe benefits.”

“Did you enjoy doing it?”

“Yes, I guess I did … with most of them. I did have one bad experience, but we won’t go there. Nick tonight was just like he was that one night I had with him before. He comes on as over-bearing and boastful because of the equipment he was born with, but deep down, he’s an alright guy. I think it will be okay for you to work for him, we just have to let him know that there will never be another night like this.”

“That’s good,” Peter told her and leaned over to kiss her. Their lips met and the kiss was quite passionate. 

Nick interrupted them, “Well, well, the two lovebirds on the lounge. It’s definitely time for me to go.” He was fully dressed and neat and tidy again. Peter stood up to see him out, “Peter, call me when you know a starting date after you resign your current job.” Nick turned to Joanne, “Babe, it’s been fun again, what can I say. You are a hot sex bomb.”

Joanne blushed, embarrassed to be standing arm in arm with her fiancé while Nick described her that way. “Thanks Nick, it was fun again, but understand me, that was the last time.”

“Yeah, sure babe,” said Nick, not sounding convinced. He nodded his head toward Peter while still staring into Joanne’s eyes, “I don’t think your night’s finished yet, have you checked out your boyfriend’s stiffy?”




Working For His Promotion Pt. 09



Joanne smiled and nodded, “Yes, I saw it … now go will you, Nick, so I can take care of things.”

Nick didn’t try to kiss her again, he just turned and walked to the front door. Joanne and Peter saw him out and closed the door behind him. Peter swung around and took his partner into his arms, resuming the passionate kiss, this time with a lot more tongue action. Joanne could feel his hard-on pushing against the folds of her silky robe. 

Peter separated the front of her robe, finding her naked beneath. “I have to have you now, Jo.”

“Are we going to make it to the bedroom, or do you want me on the lounge?”

“No, the bedroom quick! I want you in our bed.” His need was urgent and he steered his partner down the hallway, almost running, and turned into their bedroom.

“Oh dear,” said Joanne as she spotted the state of their bed, the sheets still with wet spots from both she and Nick. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, damn it” said Peter as he pulled the top sheet over the damp one to give them a dry area on which to work. He tumbled them both down onto the bed together and rose up quickly, pushing his partner’s legs wide apart. “Got to have you now,” once again he repeated his urgency.

Without any further foreplay, Peter positioned his cock at her still gaping entrance, stretched by the girth of the human weapon that had just so thoroughly plundered her. Peter pushed his erection into Joanne with little ceremony.

She grimaced from the pain of his entry into a passage that was grazed by the degree of large and forceful activity that had gone in there over the past few hours. “Careful darling, I’m a bit tender.”

“Sorry, but I can’t help that.” He drove his cock into her cunt. He had been worried that she would now be very loose after what had been in there, but he was surprised to find that already her passage was shrinking back to normal width. That didn’t exactly help Joanne, she didn’t really need tight friction against her inner walls at this moment, but having seen what she put her man through tonight, she lay back and endured the wear and tear of his fast and furious fuck. 

Peter badly needed to do this, to re-claim his partner sexually. He knew that this coupling with her would be dominated by his needs, that he could offer her none of the finesse and technique that he had watched her enjoy tonight. There might be time in coming weeks for him to work on his own abilities, see if he too could deliver the same deep satisfaction that he had watched her enjoy this night.

But for now, Peter pushed on and on to the inevitable release that he so badly craved at this moment. Despite her soreness inside, Joanne knew that she could not deny him after what he had just been through.

To be continued


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