8 comments/ 103419 views/ 9 favorites Julie Working Late Ch. 01 By: formywife Julie made just enough noise coming in the door to wake me up. After a couple of minutes, I heard the click of her pumps as she walked up the stairs to our bedroom. She put a tape in the VCR, turned the TV on, and let me watch her undress in the static glow that emanated from the screen. She undid the zipper on her slinky black cocktail dress, and let it slide down her body to the floor. She turned around, giving me a perfectly silhouetted view of her body as she bent over to undo the clasp on her heels before stepping out of them. Still with her back to me, she undid her lacy, see-through bra. She turned around and slowly slid it down her body, exposing her erect nipples. She slowly spun around, giving me a long look at all of her curves as she seductively played with her black G-string, finally sliding it down to the floor. Respecting my preferences, she left her black thigh high stocking on. Knowing my full attention was on her, she stood in front of the silent television and slowly ran her fingers in between the lips of her pussy a few times, before climbing over me into bed, and snuggling on my chest. She ran her fingers over my lips, letting me smell and taste how horny she was. As she trailed her fingers down my chest and stomach, finally wrapping her fingers gently around my fully erect cock, I kissed her passionately before asking her, "So, how was work?" As she ran her perfectly manicured nails over my balls, she reached over for the remote control and pressed play. In a moment, a familiar scene appeared on the television screen; her boss's living room. Seated on the couch was her boss's wife, gorgeous as always. Even though Sheila was ten years older than my wife, she appeared to be about the same age, all with out resorting to plastic surgery (except for her breast enhancements). She looked elegant, sitting alone on the couch in a forest green business suit, black camisole, and black heels. She finished the last of her drink, and took a puff of her cigarette. Her husband walked into the scene as she set her drink down, kissed her lovingly, and said, "She's here." "Good," Sheila replied, "call her in so she can freshen my drink." Doug, dressed in shirt sleeves and a tie, walked over to the door, opened it, and asked Julie if she could please come in. Julie walked in, dressed just as she had been when she came into the bedroom minutes ago, and stood in front of the couple as they sat next to each other on the couch. Doug said, "Julie, it is my wife's birthday, and the three of us are going to have ourselves a little party. You are to be both the entertainment and the gift. I expect my wife to enjoy this evening very much. You are to do whatever she says, exactly how she says it. Do you understand?" Julie fidgeted a little on her heels, and bit her lip for a moment before answering, "Yes sir." I knew she never knew what her assignments were on the once a month occasion she had to "work late" at Doug's house, so I'm sure she was taken aback by his instructions. I know her assignments have never included Sheila before. "Stop fidgeting!" Shelia barked at Julie, "And come over here and fix me another drink." "Yes ma'am," Julie answered. "I am not a ma'am," Sheila shouted. Calmer she said, "You will respond 'yes Mistress.' Do you understand?" "Yes mistress." "You will never respond 'No Mistress.' Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good, now take this glass and fix me a Scotch on the rocks." "Yes mistress." As Julie strolled to the bar area, Sheila could be heard praising her. "Medium length brown hair; very pretty; gorgeous green eyes; fabulous legs; trim and fit; and suitably subservient. You did excellent work Doug. I love my present." Soon, Julie came back with her drink. Sheila told her to kneel down in front of the couple on the floor, and Julie complied. Sheila downed the drink in one gulp, and made a disgusted looking face. "You dropped the ice in and let it chip, didn't you? You ruined my drink on my birthday!" Julie looked upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Sheila cut her off. "Your only response should be 'Yes mistress.' Do you understand?" "Yes mistress." "This will be your last reminder. Do you understand?" "Yes mistress." "Good, now you will be punished for ruining my drink. Lean forward so you ass is sticking in the air, and your face is down on the ground." "Yes Mistress." Julie did as she was instructed, and looked gorgeous face down and ass up. Doug reached over the side of the couch, and handles a riding crop to his wife. "Doug, you should pull that cock of your out, because when I'm done whipping her, she is going to service you so I don't have to." Doug pulled off his pants, reached into his boxers, and started rubbing his hand up and down his cock. Shelia watched him for a moment, before returning her attention to Julie. She pulled her skirt up, exposing her stocking tops and g-string. "You do have a fabulous ass, don't you?" "Yes mistress." No sooner had Julie whispered her response than Shelia brought the crop down hard on her right cheek. As Sheila rubbed her hand over the cheek she had just smacked, she brought the crop down forcefully on my wife's left cheek, causing Julie to moan slightly. "She must be a bad servant if she is this used to being punished. Doug, did you bring me a bad plaything for my birthday?" She then brought down the whip five times on Julie's left cheek, and then followed that up with five blows on her right. "No, Sheila," Doug responded, "None of my business associates have ever complained about her." Sheila brought down the whip hard one time on each cheek, reached forward and pulled Julie up by the hair, and instructed her to "Prove your worth by sucking my husbands cock until he comes all over that pretty little face of yours." Julie crawled across the floor to her boss, and he pulled his six inch cock out of his boxers and aimed it for her face. She started licking around the head of his cock, and then ran her tongue up and down his shaft. It could be seen glistening with her saliva. Sheila started giving Julie more instructions, "Now take it into your mouth. That's it. Now swallow it all the way down. Good girl. Now keep deep throating him like that." Julie kept sliding down his cock until her nose touched his pubic hair. Shelia knelt down behind Julie. "You keep servicing my husband while I start on your tight little hole," Sheila instructed. "Yes mistress," Julie said, gasping for air. Sheila started by pulling aside the g-string, and rather than start eating Julie pussy like I expected her to, ran her tongue over Julie's exposed asshole. She grabbed a cheek in both hands, stuck her tongue out as far as it could go, and started to tongue fuck Julie's ass. She spit on it a few times to help get it wet, and then reached into a bag and removed a black butt plug. "Doug, please pull your cock out of her mouth while I stick this in her ass. Servant, you will lick his balls until this makes it in." "Yes Mistress." Sheila pressed slowly on Julie's tight opening, but it took a few minutes, and some more saliva until she was able to spread her wide enough to start working the plug into her. Julie started furiously licking and sucking Doug's balls, as Sheila slowly but surely managed to get the entire plug up Julie's ass. Julie let out a load moan when it was all the way in. "I see our little slut likes that, Doug. Grab her by the hair and start fucking her slutty little mouth." Sheila started to undress, and when she was naked she reached back into the bag to pull out a 10" strap on. Doug was holding Julie by the hair, and was pumping his cock deep down her throat. Julie could be heard gagging as Shelia adjusted the strap-on. Sheila lay down next to Julie, watched her husband fuck her throat for another minute, and then ordered Julie to mount her. Julie slid onto the strap on, and Shelia checked to make sure that the plug was still in place. She then beckoned her husband over and said, "Let fill all of the slut's holes." Doug positioned himself standing over his wife's head. Julie leaned forward slightly and resumed sucking his cock as she started sliding up and down on Shelia's plastic cock. Shelia pulled down Julie's dress and started rubbing Julie's breasts, and tweaking her nipples. She then started twisting them hard, causing Julie to squirm, but any protest was muffled by the cock in her mouth. Doug started grunting, and then withdrew his cock from her mouth moments before he spurted cum all over her face. His load was large, and it quickly dripped down her chin and fell onto Sheila's face. "You disgusting slut! You are the cum whore, not me. How dare you allow that seed to drip onto me?" "I'm sorry mistress." Sheila's eyes got noticeably wider, and she grabbed Julie by the hair and pulled her face down until it was within an inch of Sheila's. She screamed in her face "You will only respond 'Yes mistress.'" "Yes mistress." Gently now she ordered, "Now clean this off of my face." Still impaled on the strap-on, Julie proceeded to scoop up the splattered cum with her fingers, and then licked her fingers clean. "Good servant. Now let's takes this plug out so I may punish you by shoving this strap on up your ass." "Yes mistress." Julie rose up off of the strap on, and turned around to present her ass to Sheila. She put her head to the ground, and spread her legs to ease Sheila in removing the plug. Sheila removed the plug with an audible plop, and positioned the strap on at the entrance of my wife's enlarged anus. Doug held Julie's cheeks apart, and Sheila managed to shove the cock into Julie's ass with on thrust. "She's good and loose now," he observed. "Doug, lie down in front of her while I fuck her ass so that she can get you hard again with her mouth." Doug did, and Julie started sucking him again as Sheila continued her deep steady strokes into my wife's backside. I was just appreciating the old fella's ability to bounce back under the careful ministrations of Julie's lips and tongue, when I realized the action was starting to pick up in real life. I realized that Julie had started (apparently a while ago) to masturbate, and was now working herself up to an orgasm. I could see the reason why- onscreen she was just starting to be wracked by an intense anal orgasm. Shelia had managed to fit the entire 10 inch shaft into my wife's ass, and Julie could not help but scream out in pleasure. Beside me in bed she came as well, and closed her eyes as she started to recover. My cock was craving attention. Sheila removed the strap on from my wife, and admired Julie's handiwork in reviving her husband. "OK Doug, sit on the couch. I'm ready for you to fuck my ass now. She bent over, and pulled her ass cheeks apart, and instructed Julie to start licking her ass to get it wet. As Julie started working on her tight rear entry, Shelia's hand made it way between her legs and she started massaging her own clit. Doug slowly stroked his member as he waited. After a few minutes, Sheila was ready, and squirted some lube onto her husband's cock. She slowly lowered herself onto his dick, and slid up and down, sliding it in a little deeper inside of her each time until he was fully inside of her. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it. Fuck my tight ass. Servant, come over here and eat my pussy." Julie crawled over, and started licking Sheila's pussy as Sheila bounced up and down. It took less than three minutes of the anal and clitoral stimulation for Sheila to lose control and start screaming out in pure ecstasy. She stood up from her husband's still hard cock, and started sucking on Julie's erect nipples, and then started biting them. She twisted Julie's nipple, and slapped her breasts a couple of times. Shelia lay on the floor in front of Julie, and commanded her to continue eating her out. As Julie started to comply onscreen, Julie in real life slid her head down under the blanket of our bed, and engulfed my rock hard cock in her mouth. As she slid up and down my cock, I watched onscreen as she wantonly munched her boss's wife's pussy. "Grab that strap on and work it into my asshole servant." Doug handed Julie the already used toy, and she lifted Shelia's legs off the ground and started working the enormous toy into her ass. "Doug, I want you to fuck her in the ass until you come while she pleasures me," she ordered her husband. Doug positioned himself on one knee and slowly started to take my wife's ass. Shelia was quickly working herself up to another intense orgasm, between my wife's oral skill and the ten inches filling her ass. Doug picked up his intensity and started pounding his cock into my wife's ass. She started moaning louder as well, and I could see her fingering her slit with her free hand as he fucked her. Doug was sweating now, and started grunting as his orgasm began to reach the boiling point. And watching the entire scene, my wife had slid my entire cock into her mouth and was gagging as she continued to deep throat me. Shelia let out the first shout, and was soon joined by a chorus as Julie, Doug and I all achieved a quadruple simultaneous orgasm. Julie swallowed my entire load of cum, and grabbed the remote. We watched onscreen as Shelia forced her to suck off both the strap on and Doug's cock. Sheila then dismissed her. Telling her she may shower before leaving. Julie replied, "Yes mistress," and exited out of the shot. The camera stayed on far a few more minutes as Shelia continued cleaning off the strap on and her husband's cock with her mouth. Julie finally turned off the TV and answered my question. "Work was fine." Julie Working Late Ch. 02 Julie got up a little earlier than usual the next day. I had already made the coffee, and was working on breakfast for her when she walked down into the kitchen in her short silk robe and kissed me good morning. "I wish Doug would give you the day off after you had to work late," I said, wishing we could spend the day together. "Well, I do have a real job with real responsibilities at work, on top of the one I did last night, and no one else is going to pick up the slack for me just because I was fucking the boss and his wife yesterday." I wondered if that was a dig at my employment situation. I shrugged off the idea as I laid out her breakfast and she sat down to eat. "Can you believe how she took control last night? It not only turned me on having her dominate and control me, but watching my boss get ordered around by his wife was pretty cool as well." I stood behind her and gave her a shoulder rub as she ate. "You were amazing last night. That is definitely one of my favorite videos in our collection." "What do you have planned for today?" "Well, I figure I will look around for a job. That should kill about 15 minutes until I realize that no one is hiring engineers yet. Then I have some grocery shopping, and some yard work. Are you going to be home at the normal time?" "Yeah, some of the girls are going out for drinks after work, but I don't think I'm up for it today. Thanks for breakfast, sweetie. I'm going to jump into the shower." I finished up the last couple of things I needed to do to get her ready for work, and headed up stairs to get dressed for my day. I figured she would be in for a long shower after the abuse and punishment she took yesterday. Remembering last night, I was unable to resist turning on the TV and pressing play, reliving her (and our) adventure from last night. Within minutes I was stroking my now rock hard cock, watching her again fuck her boss Doug and his wife. Soon after that, I exploded, my orgasm splashing over my belly and chest. I was surprised to hear Julie give me a round of applause for my performance. I was even more surprised when she walked across the bedroom to me, leaned over, and licked the cum off me. She was so hot standing there in just a towel, I almost contemplated trying to get her to have a quickie with me before she left. I knew she was probably sore from last night, so I deferred. I watched her put on her bra and panties, nylons, and skirt. She topped of the outfit with a tight fitting sweater and a strand of pearls. She looked amazing as always. "Don't stay up here too long watching videos," she chided me, smiling as she gave me a goodbye kiss. I laid back, thinking about the shocking job loss that had led us to this situation. Although I found some jobs during the 18 months since I lost my high paying engineering job, they didn't pay nearly enough for us to pay our bills. As my frustration working construction, bartending, working as a security guard and delivery truck driver mounted, the tension in our house mounted. At least until Doug made the shocking job offer to my wife. Picking myself up off the bed I went to get on the computer, and searched a couple of job sites. Like I had figured, there was nothing for me. I was glad I had such an understanding wife. Through my trials and tribulations, through my frustrations and hostilities, she always stood by my side. I was lucky to have her. I decided to show my appreciation by cooking her really nice meal tonight, so I leafed through some cookbooks before writing my shopping list. I found something, went shopping, and then put everything away. I hustled out to do yard work, and that took most of the rest of the day. It was getting hot out, so by the time I got done with the yard work, I had a good sweat going. I came back in the house in desperate need of a shower. I thought back to Julie's long shower this morning, and how good it must have felt after what she went through last night. My thoughts drifted to the conversation she told me about when Doug had called her into the office that fateful day. She had been working directly for him for about six months at that point. She started working for Doug at just about the point I lost my job. She had worked her way up to become Doug's personal secretary over the previous year, getting raises along with new responsibility. She liked her job and co-workers, and enjoyed working with Doug. She never expected the twist the job would take, or how it would save us from financial ruin. "Julie, could you come in my office please?" "Yes, Mr. Cass." "Please call me Doug. Julie, I think I am a very good judge of character. We have worked together closely for awhile now. Do you enjoy working with me?" "Yes, Mr. Cass. Very much." "Please, call me Doug. I understand you husband has lost his job, and your financial situation is unstable, to say the least." Julie was surprised, but before she could answer, Doug continued. "I make it my business to know about my key employees. Please don't be offended- I just need to know what is going on in my house in order to remain on top." "I'm not offended, sir. I'm just surprised you think of me as a key player." "Oh Julie, you are very important. I think this place would fall apart without you now." "You're every kind to say so, sir, but I really think you are exaggerating. Thanks for saying it though, Mr. Cass." "Please, call me Doug. As I was saying, I need to know what is going on in order to remain competitive, especially in these trying times. I unfortunately think that I may need to resort to some, how shall I say it, less than ethical practices in order to keep this company alive. I think that you are someone I can trust with this. You aren't looking to screw me over for a payday, are you Julie?" "No, Mr. Cass. What is this all about exactly?" "Please, all me Doug. Julie, you are a very sexual creature, aren't you?" "Doug, I don't know if I like where this is going," Julie said as she stood to leave the room. "Julie, please sit down and hear me out. This is not a conversation I have entered into lightly. As I said, I am pretty good at reading people, and you strike me as someone who enjoys sex very much, and is probably very good at it. Increasingly, businesses are turning to sexual favors in order to woo clients and secure contracts. I have resisted this distasteful practice, but now see no other alternative to slowly bleeding to death and losing this company I founded. I could of course go to high class call girl agencies to solve the problem, but would prefer to work with someone I could trust. I trust you Julie. Julie, you are someone that enjoys sex, aren't you." "I'm not a whore, Doug." "I don't think you are, and I would hope I have never given the impression that I do. I think you are someone who enjoys sex very much, and is not above seeing pragmatic benefits come about as result of her passion. Do you enjoy sex, Julie?" "I do, Doug. Why don't you tell me exactly what you have in mind." "What I have in mind Julie, is offering you a very special form of overtime. I would require your services once a month. I would need you to be at your sexiest for an entire evening. For that one night per month, I would be willing to pay you $10,000 a month." "To have sex with your clients?" "To fulfill the sexual needs of my clients, whatever they may be." "I appreciate the offer, Doug, and lord knows we could really use the money, but I don't know if I could do this. What am I supposed to tell my husband?" "I would tell your unemployed husband that when he gets a job offer that is this good, and can keep you in your house, he came make judgments about how you make you money. Of course, that's just me. Julie, I don't want to make trouble for you, or make you do something you don't want. I was hoping you would see this as a mutually beneficial relationship, and we would be able to help each other out." "I don't know, Doug. I don't think I can do this." "I tell you what: I don't need an answer right now. If you say no, then you say no. We move forward, and pretend that this conversation never happened. I don't want you to feel pressured. I would ask however that you sleep on it. Think about it, and give me your answer tomorrow." I found the tape of her first night working late with Doug, and put it in the VCR. As the tape rewound, I started thinking about what happened before the tape even began. She was so nervous that day, right until the time that the limo picked her up from our house. Once the limo got there, a sense of calm overtook her, and she was ready for whatever she had to do. She was dressed in a brand new floor length evening dress (provided by Doug), a pair of Jimmy Choo heels (also from Doug), and a string of pearls I bought for her that we really couldn't afford but I put on the credit card anyway. I think it was the guilt. For some reason, all I could think as Doug helped her in the back of the limo is "She isn't wearing any underwear." I thought that over and over again that night. She and Doug ended up going to Doug's opera box with a sixty year old oil tycoon and his thirty year old trophy wife. The champagne flowed in the limo on the way there. After intermission, she switched seats with the trophy wife and sat in the back row of the box with the tycoon. He pulled her dress down and fondled her breasts throughout the second half of the performance. There was more champagne on the ride from the Opera House to Doug's house. During that ride, the trophy wife, a trim and fit blond, 5'5, 112 pounds, took the top of her dress down, exposing her surgically enhanced 32 D breasts. She requested Julie's assistance, and Julie crawled across the floor of the limo to suck on her nipples and fondled her breasts. While she was doing that, the tycoon pulled Julie's dress over her hips, exposing Julie's ass and bare pussy to everyone. While Julie played with his wife's breasts, he rubbed his hands over my wife's ass, and eventually inserted two fingers into her pussy. As she got more and more worked up, the trophy wife hiked up her dress, and pushed Julie's head down between her legs. Julie lapped up the trophy wife's pussy, while the tycoon worked Julie to orgasm with his fingers. The tape started after they got back to Doug's living room. The men entered the shot in their tuxedos, and the women were naked expect for their heels and pearls. The men sat down on the couch, and the women fixed a round of drinks. When the drinks were ready, the women came to serve them and sit down on the couch; Julie by the tycoon and trophy wife by Doug. They chatted easily for a few minutes while sipping their drinks until the tycoon asked that they get the show moving. Julie gulped down the rest of her drink, and then lay down on the floor in front of the couch. Trophy wife also got up, and sat on Julie's face. She rubbed her fingers over her swollen clit while Julie worked her tongue in between her lips. Eventually the trophy wife leaned forward, and started to lick Julie's pussy as well. The tycoon said he wanted them to use their fingers as well as their tongues, so Julie obliged by starting to finger fuck his young, wife's bald pussy. As the trophy wife started to come, she lifted her head from Julie's pussy and started to scream in ecstasy. When her orgasm subsided, she clamped her lips on Julie's clit and stated to furiously finger her slit. It only took a few more minutes for Julie to come. As the two women lay there on the floor in the afterglow, absent mindedly stroking each other's nipples and pussies, the two men stood up and started to take off their clothes. The tycoon kissed his wife, and then bent down to start eating out my wife's pussy. Whenever he pulled his face up to ask her if she liked it, the juices glistening on his face could be seen on the tape. Meanwhile, Doug had lain down on the floor and the trophy wife was sucking on his dick. He instructed her to sit on Julie's face again while she was doing that, and she swung a leg over Julie's head and rubbed her clit while my wife again had her tongue buried in her pussy. The tycoon was now fucking my wife with his fingers, starting with one and working himself up to three fingers in her pussy. He then stopped eating her pussy, and joined in with Julie eating out his wife. While Julie furiously lapped up her pussy juices, the tycoon spread her ass cheeks and started to tongue her tight asshole. That brought her to another rollicking orgasm that made her stop sucking Doug's dick. When she had finished cumming, Doug helped her to her feet and took her to the couch. Julie started to suck on the tycoon's dick while he watched Doug lean his wife over the side of the couch, and stand behind her. She spread her legs and started rubbing her clit, and Doug positioned himself behind her. He started sliding his cock into her dripping wet pussy, and was soon slamming his entire length into her. Meanwhile, the tycoon had stopped Julie from blowing him, and had whispered something in her ear. She nodded yes, and her reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a tube of lube. He had her get on her hands and knees, changed his mind, and pushed her head down to the carpet. He spread her legs a little farther, exposing her tight asshole to the camera. He squirted some lube on her hole, and started to work it in with her fingers. Julie was getting worked up, and I saw her hand slip between her legs. She worked over her clit while the tycoon prepared her ass for a good hard fucking. Meanwhile the trophy wife had started to scream, and Doug started grunting. They came together, with Doug shooting his hot spunk deep into her pussy. She stood up and started to kiss him, and then dropped to her knees to take his hard cock in her mouth and clean him off. They then sat down on the couch to watch her husband finish servicing my wife. The tycoon squirted some more lube onto his cock, and turned to acknowledge his audience. Julie begged him to take her anal virginity. We'd had anal sex for years, but I guess she was just slipping well into her seductress role even on her first time out. The tycoon worked his wrinkled cock up to her hole, and then slowly started to press in. He pulled out, and pushed in gently. He kept the operation up until she emitted a loud sigh, at which point he pressed hard into her anus. She worked over her clit, and he finally managed to bury his cock all the way in her ass. He held it there for a minute to allow her to adjust, and before he could start working it back in and out, she greedily started to move her body, using him as if he were an inanimate object, to get herself off. I had been lightly stroking my cock throughout the rest of the scene, but started to increase the pressure and speed I was beating off, knowing the climax was coming soon. Julie's screams of pleasure were having an effect on the tycoon, and he could not hold off for very long. He quickly pulled out of Julie's ass, leaving her exposed hole gaping, and moved in front of her. He started to pull on his cock, and she looked up at him and stuck out her tongue. He lost control and sprayed sperm all over her face. As he collapsed in near exhaustion from his pleasure, his wife jumped off the couch and proceeded to lick his spunk off my wife's face. When she had cleaned Julie off, she took her husband's entire cock, coated in my wife's ass cum, down her throat and cleaned him up too. She then turned back to Julie, and passionately kissed her. The girls knelt facing each other, making out, their fingers wandered down to each other pussies, and they brought themselves to one last orgasm there in front of their men. A few minutes later, the tycoon ad the trophy wife gathered their clothes, got dressed, and left. Doug had put his boxers back on, and asked Julie to fix him another drink. "Was that ok for you?" he asked her as she brought the drink over and sat on the couch next to him. "He's a little bit older than I usually go for, but she certainly knew how to get me off. All in all it was fun. Do you think that will help us land the account?" "I'm sure it will. The limo went home, but I'll call for a car for you. Did you want to shower before you left?" Julie didn't answer him. She just leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. The kiss went on, and their tongues started to explore each others' mouths. As they kissed, Julie's hand wandered to Doug's now rigid cock, and she started to stroke him though his boxers. She eventually could take no more, and leaned her head down into his lap. She pulled his cock out from his boxers, and swallowed it down, no doubt tasting familiar pussy juices. He placed his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take his entire length down her throat. She stopped, and repositioned herself straddling him, guiding his solid six inches into her love tunnel. She started bouncing up and down, his mouth gnawing on her now raw nipples. It only took moments for her to achieve another orgasm. When he started to say that he was going to cum, she dismounted him and got back down between his knees. She jacked him off until he covered her face with cum. She scooped it up with her fingers and swallowed it, and asked where the shower was. He led her out of camera range, and I discovered later that the two of them showered together, soaping each other up, and caressing themselves to one last orgasm for the day. I cleaned myself up, as I needed to start working on dinner. Julie would be home in a little while. I went all out, pouring wine and lighting candles. I even got dressed up in a shirt and tie, something we never did for dinner at home. I timed everything perfectly, and was just putting the food on the table when she got home. Since dinner was ready, she decided to put off changing, and complimented me on the atmosphere of the dining room. "I just wanted to go an extra mile for you today, since you go the extra mile for me all the time." She complemented me on how well I looked dressed up, and we spent a pleasant 45 minutes over dinner and wine. She mentioned how she thought Vanessa, Doug's other secretary had been acting strange, and thought she might suspect something. "Honey, as observant and intuitive as you are, I just don't see that. You and Doug are pretty careful, and you don't give any signals at work, right? Maybe it's just professional jealousy, or perhaps everyone just assumes you, the hot young secretary, are boinking the boss." "Well, in this case she is, right? Anyway, thanks for a wonderful dinner. I'm going upstairs to change." I followed her up the stairs to the bedroom, and grabbed a pair of handcuffs that I had stashed out of sight at the top of the stairs. I had left the TV frozen on the scene of Doug cumming on her face from the tape I had watched. When she got within sight o the TV, she laughed a little and said, "Well, I guess I know how else you spent your day." Without saying a word, I walked up to her, and grabbed her by the wrist. I slapped one side of the handcuff around that wrist. I then grabbed her other wrist and handcuffed her behind her back. She struggled, but I had the element of surprise. I pushed her down on the bed. "Are you still sore from getting fucked by your boss last night?" I asked her, mock anger in my voice. "Oh yeah, he fucked me so good, my ass, pussy and throat are sore. I'm his little whore, and he shared me with his wife" While she was prone on the bed, I unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs. I turned her over so she lay on her side, and pushed up her sweater. I couldn't get her bra off with the cuffs on, so I just pushed the cups up and started to fondle her breasts. I placed the string of pearls between her lips like a gag. "Well tonight you need to be my little whore. I don't care how sore you are, you need to get me off." I kissed her on the lips, and slid my hand inside her black pantyhose. I rubbed her pussy inside her hose over her panties, and then slipped my hands inside her panties. She was already soaked, so I knew my game was turning her on. I lifted her up off the bed, and turned her so she faced her towards the TV. I slipped down my pants, and positioned myself so that my cock was right where her hands were cuffed behind her. She started to rub my cock through my boxers, and I reached my hand back down to rub her slippery clit. Julie Working Late Ch. 02 "Look at that load of cum he is spurting on your face. You cum slut, you love getting cum shot on your face, don't you?" She started moaning, and was using both hands to jack me off. "Tell me what a cum slut you are. Tell me how much you love cum." She spit out the pearls. "Oh god, I love feeling you huge cock in my hands. I'll do whatever you want. I'll make you cum. Do whatever you want to me. I want you to come on me. I love cum. I'm a cum slut. I love having guys shoot their hot come all over me. I want to be covered in come. I want five or six guys to get off on me, and to have my whole face be dripping in come. I want to be you cum whore. Please come on my face." I held out as long and I could, but felt myself nearing orgasm. I pulled her hair so she was laying down, her arms tucked under her back on the bed. I stood up and took of my boxers, and knelt down on the bed with my cock pointing at her willing face. I slid my hand back into her panties inside her nylons, and started to rub her clit again. I then slid in two fingers, and stared to finger fuck her as I slowly stoked my cock. Her breathing got heavy, and she started to get close to orgasming. "Give me you cum, I want it all over my face," she said. "I'm cumming, and I want to feel your cum splash on my face now." I pulled my fingers out of her sore pussy, and squeezed her clit, causing her to orgasm. I then stoked my cock a few more times, and shot my load onto her face in four separate spurts. Still being bound, she couldn't clean herself off, so I scooped up my cum with my fingers and fed it too her. She sucked my fingers clean, and then rolled over so I could undo her. She kissed me hard on the lips, and told me that was the perfect end to her day. "I'll be your tied up cum slut any time, sweetie." Julie Working Late Ch. 03 "Honey, we need to talk," are words that send a chill down any man's spine, no matter how secure he may be in his current situation. Given that I was out of work, and my wife was being paid to be used as a sexual lure by her boss so that we didn't become homeless made me feel less than secure. Julie was always an incredibly sexual creature, and the fact that her boss Doug made videos of her exploits so she could share them with me made me feel as if I had a modicum of control over the situation. I still felt like shit putting her in that situation, though. I wished to god I could find good paying work like I used to do so that my wife could stop being, for lack of a better term, a corporate whore. Men may fantasize about having a whore wife, and I have to admit that since she started working late there were absolutely no inhibitions in our bedroom. The sex between us was great. The problem was, so was the sex between her and everyone else. She loved me so much she would do anything for me, including selling her body. She loved the freedom, the power, and let's face it, the sex. Some days I wasn't as conflicted about it; today, however was not one of them. "Mark, could you come in her please?" I guess I needed to have this conversation, although I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like it. Julie was dressed in around the house clothes: a tight fitting black tank top that highlighted her magnificent breasts, and equally magnificent nipples, and a tight fitting pair of jean shorts. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. When she was dressed in lingerie, looking the part of the wanton vixen, I could usually get turned on by the thought of her being with other people. When she looked like Julie from around the way, they beautiful, sensuous girl next door I married, that was when the situation was the hardest to take. That is when my jealousy flared. Julie was seated in front of the computer. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the back of her neck. "What's up, darling?" "Well, I just got an E-mail from Doug about the next night I need to work late for him. He needs to know if I can go away for a weekend with him to a conference in Seattle. We'd leave early on Friday and return late that Sunday. What do you think?" "That not the deal, that asshole. One night a month. Not a whole weekend. What is he looking for, a girlfriend experience. I told you I was uncomfortable when it was just you and him. I don't know if I can sign off on this." "Well, it wouldn't be just the two of us. He said there were clients there he would like me to meet. Honey, I know you think there are some feelings on Doug's part, but really this is just a business transaction. I of course will decline if you want me to, but I really think this is OK." She turned around to look at me, and waited for my decision. She would abide by it, no matter what it was. Of all the days she had to ask this, a whole weekend, it had to be today, a day I felt like crap about the situation and was miserable. "Can I have an hour to think about it?" "Of course baby. I didn't mean to put you on the spot, but he did say he needed to make arrangements, so I figured I would ask. Take as much time as you need." She stood up, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me deeply. "I love you baby, just say the word and I'll say no." I kissed her again, went to the fridge for a beer, and went outside to sit on the back porch to watch the sun go down and think. ------------------------------------------------ "Honey, we need to talk." That was how she brought up this whole arrangement about a year ago. I had just gotten back from my job as a night bartender, my third job since I lost my real job six months prior. It was about three in the morning and I was exhausted. I was surprised to see her awake since she had to be up in about three hours to get ready for work. "What's wrong baby? Did another check bounce?" "No, I think we've got the situation stabilized for right now. I just don't think our accounts could handle any surprises. First of all, I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate how hard you've been working since your layoff. I know you hate this bartending job, and I'm sick to my stomach thinking you'll be starting a security guard job this weekend. I'll never get to see you, and I don't really want you to work yourself to death." "Hey, this is just a temporary setback. I'll find work, and we'll be back to where we were in no time." "That may be true, but I was offered some overtime today that I think might solve all our problems." "Oh yeah, tell me about it." "Why don't I get you a beer first?" "That be great, sweetie." She got up from the living room, and my eyes were glued to her as she walked to the fridge to grab me a beer and walked back. She had on a sheer white teddy, and was wearing no panties. She lightly padded up to me on the loveseat, opened the beer for me, and sat down in my lap to hand it to me. "This is going to be hard for me to say, so I need you to hear me out and not get mad. This is going to be shocking, so I need you to promise you won't get mad. Can you do that for me?" "What the hell kind of overtime is this anyway," I said with a chuckle. "Honey, I'm too tired right now to get mad. Just say what you have to say, and I promise I'll love whatever it is." She took a deep breath. "Well, basically, Doug wants me to have sex with clients in order for us to increase our business. It would only be one night a month, and he would pay me $10,000 each time." I burst out laughing, but the look on her face told me she wasn't joking. I exploded. "That asshole fucking geriatric pervert. I knew that fucker wanted to get in your pants. Who the fuck does he think he is. Are you fucking kidding me with this?" I was so angry I didn't know what to do. The adrenaline kicked in and I stood up, tossing Julie from my lap as I did. She lay crumpled on the floor, defeated. For the first time in my life when I looked at her I actually saw fear in her eyes. I had gotten so angry, the woman that I loved, the one who I had made countless sacrifices for, actually didn't feel safe with me right now. "Julie, Julie, I'm sorry baby," I said kneeling on the floor next to her. "Are you OK? Look, I'm really sorry for how I reacted." She burst into tears. "How else were you supposed to react? Baby, it's not that I want to do this, I don't. But I lied earlier when I said that things have stabilized. Today, I canceled the cable and internet access. I bought generic food from the grocery store. Our savings have dwindled to $36. Even with you working two jobs, I'm going to have to get a second job soon to make ends meet. Doug offered me $120,000 a year. I had to think about it. I had to bring it up." This brought me to tears. I had spent these last few months feeling sorry for myself, and bemoaning my bad luck. I thought things would turn around quick and we would go back to the way things were. But in this economy, that was unlikely to happen. I had let the situation get away from me, and this was now the option that my wife thought would best solve our problems? "Honey, I'll figure something out. I know I screwed up, but that doesn't mean you have to turn into a, into a..." "Go ahead and say it. A whore. Sweetie, I'm at wits end. I don't know what else to do. This is a lot of money we're talking about. Besides," she said with a sly grin, placing her hand on my thigh, "you always whispered to me in bed you wanted to whore me out. That always turned you on before." I laughed at her obvious attempts to use my dick against me. "Pillow talk is a little different than real life. Don't think you're going to bribe me with sex." "Honey, I want you on board with this. If I thought we had other options, I would gladly do those. $120,000 a year. How can we say no?" When I didn't answer, she became emboldened. "Think about it, you'll get to hear stories of other men fucking me, but I'll always come home to you. You know I love you more than anything. I just don't think we have any other option." My head was spinning. I knew Julie was a hyper sexual creature; we had great sex all the time. I knew that we needed the money. Of course it was turn on thinking of her being with other men, and knowing she would share her experience with me. She started to tug on my belt. "We could do a little whore training tonight." In the end, she convinced my dick, and my head and heart reluctantly followed. I lay back and hoped for the best. Knowing she had my agreement, she undid my belt. As I lay on the floor she pulled down my sweaty blue jeans and took off my boxers. I was surprised I was already hard. She engulfed my cock in her mouth, and swallowed me all the way down to the back of her throat. I slid a hand in between her legs, and ran it up the smooth inside of her thigh. When I reached her trimmed pussy, it was already wet and waiting for me. I ran my fingers up and down the length of her slit, pushing the heel of my hand into her engorged clit, and diddling it with my index finger when my hand slid back. Without warning I inserted two fingers, and started to finger her. Her muscles started to contract almost immediately. She increased the speed of her fellatio, and I whispered, "That's a good whore. Suck it down. I want to come in your whore mouth." With my cock still buried in her throat, she started to moan her orgasm, sending shots of electricity through my cock. I came with a loud grunt, and she sucked down all of my juices. When I had finished, I scooped her up and took her to bed. We made love throughout the night until I collapsed exhausted, and she went to work well fucked but sleepless. She told Doug she would accept his offer. --------------------------------------------------------------- After about an hour on the back porch, Julie came out to see what I was thinking. "I don't know why I got so upset earlier. This is the deal I agreed to. Even if he does have the hots for you, I know you love me and wouldn't stray. I just think you need to be compensated for the inconvenience." "I agree. I was thinking $25,000 and the Monday off. That extra money should pay for a nice getaway for us, don't you think?" "Sounds good. I sure am going to miss you." "Oh, you're so sweet. We have about two weeks until the trip. Why don't we head up to the bedroom and start making some memories so you won't be lonely when I'm gone?" She stood up, stripped off her tank top and shorts, and ducked into the house, heading up the stairs for the bedroom. I dutifully followed. ------------------------------------------------------------------- I helped her pack, and made her try on the lingerie she was taking so I could visualize what was going on. She wasn't really sure what Doug had planned for her, so she probably took more clothes than she needed. Soon we heard the beep of the car horn, and she kissed me goodbye and handed her bags to the driver to place in the trunk. Doug had gotten out of the car, and they exchanged pecks on the cheek. Doug gave a farewell wave to the house, not seeing me but knowing I was watching from behind the curtain. I flipped him off in return. Julie could think what she wanted, but I was pretty sure Doug was angling for Julie to be more than just his employee. I started to picture him right now unzipping the sweatshirt she wore for travel, fondling her breasts, and sticking his hand down her jeans before forcing her to suck him off in full view of the driver. I shook my head to banish the image, and went about my weekend. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The weekend actually passed more quickly than I thought it would. Without disputes over the remote control, I basically just vegged out on the couch and watched all the sports I could find. I ordered take out, and started planning our romantic weekend getaway that her non- romantic weekend getaway was going to provide for us. Sunday afternoon, Julie called to say that they had caught an earlier flight, and she had already landed and would be home in about an hour. I got up to make the house look presentable, and worry started to build in the pit of my stomach. She usually had an inkling at least of who the clients (or clients were) that she would be interacting with, but Doug was unsure of the situation this time. I had no idea what happened all weekend to my wife. She pulled up in the car service, and I rushed out to meet her. I declined the driver's offer of carrying her bags, and took them myself. I dropped the bags just inside the door, and practically attacked my wife's mouth. I pushed her up against the front door, and stated to feel her breasts through the material of the t-shirt she was wearing. She moaned in agreement, but moments later pushed me away. "Honey, I am hot and bothered, and want to fuck your brains out too. But I just walked in the door, after a long day of travel, and a busy weekend. Here is what is going to happen. I am going to take a long, hot bubble bath. After that, I am up for anything you want to do. And I do mean anything," she purred in my ear. Fearing my rigid cock would explode, I silently nodded my head in agreement. She reached into her carryon and pulled out a VCR tape. "Go ahead and watch this while I'm in the bath, and pick out something for me to change into when for when I'm done. She kissed me on the cheek, and then headed for the bathroom. I ran upstairs, and couldn't wait to see what was on the tape. The first scene made me upset. She walked into their suite on Doug's arm like they were a happy couple. I'm sure part of the reason she was there was so he could show her off at the conference, and I didn't mind her acting like his date in public. I didn't understand why she needed to continue the charade when they got back to the room. She was dressed in a black cocktail dress that came to just below her knees. She had on black stockings and heels. He moved behind her so that she was in plain view of the camera that I'm sure he had hidden somewhere in the room. I couldn't tell from the angle where it was, but it might have been on the table where the TV was set up. He started kissing her neck, and she tilted her head to expose more of it to his lips. He whispered things in her ear I couldn't make out on the tape, and started to nibble on her ear. She raised up an arm, and held his head near her neck so he would continue to seductively kiss her exposed neck. He raised up his hands, and started to massage her breasts through her dress. Still holding his head with one hand, her other hand rested lightly on his as he caressed her breasts. I could hear her start to moan in pleasure, and all he had done so far was to kiss her and fondle her with her clothes on. He pulled his lips away from her neck, though she tried to hold him there. His hands moved from her breasts to the back of her dress. He slowly unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. She was dressed in a cupless bra, black lace covering the underwire that provided support, but left her nipples exposed when her dress was off. She also had on a tiny black g-string that I had specifically asked her to wear that weekend. She also had on a pair of black stay up thigh high stockings. And of course, she kept on her heels. She stepped out of the dress, looking just like she knew I liked her to look. Doug stayed behind her, and placed his hands back on her exposed breasts. He caressed them, circling her nipples with his fingers, and then gently plucking them between thumb and forefinger. He resumed kissing her neck, and could now move on to her exposed shoulder as well. He continued to feel up and fondle her breasts with one hand, but his other hand slowly moved down her taught stomach, and slid over the thin material of her g-string. She spread he legs slightly, giving him easier access, and he proceeded to masturbate her through her panties. She half turned to him, and asked him to kiss her. They kissed tenderly as her rubbed his hands all over her body. He withdrew his hand from my wife's pussy, brought it up between their lips as they kissed, and they both savored the taste of her exquisite juices. Doug took her by the hand, and led her to the couch. He set her down in the middle of the couch, directly in line with the camera. Were they putting on a display just for me? He knelt before her and kissed her, and then started to slide off her g-string. "Masturbate for me," he said without emotion. She moved her fingers down, and spread her legs. She spread open the lips of her pussy, and stated to rub her fingers in circles around her clit. He sat on the couch next to her, and they started kissing again. They made out for a few minutes while she rubbed her clit, and her pussy could be seen getting noticeably wetter. He broke their kiss, and she let out a loud gasp, followed by a loud moan when he started sucking on her nipples. "Oh my god, that feels so good," she said, using her free hand to push his mouth down harder on her nipples. She lifted one leg up onto the couch, and then inserted a finger into her pussy. She slid it in and out, massaging her clit with her thumb. He pulled her finger out, and circled her nipples with it. "Put in two fingers now," he commanded. He stood up to start getting undressed as she followed his order, her breath getting ragged and shallow. He sat back down, naked, and started again to suck on her nipples. When her hand went back to his head, he took it and placed it on his throbbing dick. She stroked him in time with the insertion of her fingers into her pussy, and in no time she had worked herself up to a thrashing orgasm. Not giving her any time to recover, he lifted her off her bottom, and positioned her on her knees on the couch, facing away from the camera. "I'm going to fuck your ass now," he said matter of factly. He pulled out a bottle of lube, and began applying it liberally to her exposed ass hole. She had a hand in between her legs, still working on her aroused clit. He squirted more lube onto his cock, and then positioned himself behind her. He spread her cheeks with his hands, and eased his cock into her back door. He met little resistance from her, and was within a minute slamming in and out of her tight asshole. He kept that up for a few minutes as she got adjusted to having him fill her hole. She then started to get into it, and could be heard gasping and moaning. He pulled out suddenly, a move that left her turning around looking for him. He sat down on the couch next to her. She tried to straddle him facing him, but he said, "I don't want to look at your whorish face while I'm fucking your ass. You are just a hole to be used for my sexual pleasure. Nothing more. Turn around and shove my cock back up your ass so I can come in your ass." Julie got off the couch, and straddled him facing away. She slid back down on his cock, and as she buried him balls deep in her ass, she started to grunt. She bounced up and down, and I could tell she was about to come. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my little whore ass. I love being your whore. I love when you fuck my ass, use my holes any way you choose. Fuck me like a whore. I want to feel your cum in my ass." She started fingering her clit again, and then let out a wail that had no meaning other than pure ecstasy. Doug started grunting, and then announced "I'm coming in your whore ass." He grunted a few more times, and her bouncing slowed down until she finally came to a rest. She lifted herself off of his cock, and sat back down on the couch. They kissed lovingly for a few minutes, and then she got up to go to bed in the bedroom. He prepared to sleep on the couch. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There was a poorly edited cut, and the couch came back on the scene. Doug was dragging Julie into the scene, with his hand over her mouth. She was dressed in a pale blue dress, with a white sweater. She had on white hose, and a pair of high heel red, white and blue sandals. She was struggling to escape his grasp, and I wondered what was going on. He threw her down on the couch. She looked at him for a moment with fury in her eyes, and then jumped off the couch and made a run for the door. Doug's arms and another burly set of arms caught her, and Doug and his compatriot came into view of the camera again. Julie Working Late Ch. 03 The other guy must have stood about 6'4, and looked to be about 300 pounds of solidly built masculinity. The two of them threw her down on the couch again, and the big guy said, "I thought you said she would be an easy slut?" "Sorry Tom, I guess she doesn't like you. She usually spreads her legs for anyone, but for some reason she balked when I told her you were going to fuck her." Julie stood up again. "It's because he is a disgusting pig. There is no way this fat fucker is going to have me." Out of nowhere, she spit right in Tom's face. "That's it, you little bitch," he said grabbing her buy the hair. He dragged her back to the couch, literally picked her up of the ground, and threw her back down on her stomach. "Doug, get your ass over here and hold your little hussy down. She's fucking crazy if she thinks I'm not going to fuck her now." Doug marched over and pinned her to the couch. "No! No! Help," Julie started to shout, before Doug again placed his hand over her mouth. Tom stood up, now that Doug had her under control, and dropped his pants. Julie continued thrashing on the couch, but Doug was holding her down so Tom could have his way with her. "This little bitch is going to get what's coming to her," Tom announced, and he roughly pushed her skirt up over her ass, exposing her nylon covered legs. They were crotchless nylons, meaning she could leave them on while she was fucking. "Your right, she is a whore. She isn't wearing panties." "Stick your cock in her already. Once you start fucking her, this whore is going to love it," Doug told Tom. Tom lined up his prick at the entrance to her hole, and slammed himself in. He pounded himself into her pussy for about two minutes. Doug released Julie, who told Tom, "That's it. That how I fucking love it, stud. Give it to me good. Fuck my little whore pussy like you know I want it. God you're good." After two minutes of fucking Julie, and hearing her compliment his technique, he shuddered, and shot his load into her. He took longer recovering his breath than he actually did fucking her, pressing her down into the couch the entire time. He got up, pulled his pants back on, and said, "Thanks guys. That was fucking amazing. Julie, you're a beautiful woman, and I am honored to have had sex with you." "I should be the one thanking you," she said demurely. "It takes a real man to get me off, and you made me come really hard." She kissed him on the lips, and Tom left. When Doug came back into the scene after walking Tom out, they had a good laugh at Tom's expense. Doug got down on the floor next to the couch that Julie was laying on, and started kissing her. He pulled off her sweater, and the white lace bra that lay underneath it. She slipped off the skirt, but left the hose and sandals on. He sat on the couch and played with her tits, but Julie wanted something else. She unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. She spit on it several times, and spread her saliva over his shaft with her hands. She then got on her knees in front of him, and wrapped her tits around his cock, and proceeded to titty fuck him. He told her how good that felt, and when he was ready to come, she swallowed his cock and all of the sperm that came out of it. She got up to go get cleaned up and changed, but he grabbed her hand, and brought her back to the couch. He laid her down gently, and then kneeled in front of her. He dove in between her legs, caressing the nylon covered thighs and calves. He licked all over her swollen lips, and sucked her clit into his mouth. He knew how to get her off, and she was soon shouting in a real orgasm and covering his face in come. He leaned up, and their faces met in a passionate kiss. They were both playing with her breasts, and I could see her starting to move her hips. Apparently, the old guy was hard again, and was now going to fuck my wife's pussy. He started moving in and out, taking his time and slowly building her up to a massive orgasm. He fucked her like that for ten minutes, making her come twice, before he pulled out of her and shot his seed all over her face. As she always did, she scooped the cum off her face and swallowed it. The scene cut out as she got up off the couch and walked to the bedroom. --------------------------------------------------- I wondered if that was it, until another cut came on the screen. There was apparently a party going on. There were about 10 men standing in the shot holding drinks. I saw Doug off in a corner, talking to a six foot tall, thin, blond woman, wearing only a black lace teddy. She was holding a tray like she was a waitress. Doug put his hand under the bottom of her teddy, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. He brought his fingers to her lips, and she licked herself off of him, and then walked around the room serving more drinks. I didn't see Julie. Then a man entered the scene holding a dog collar. Moments later, Julie entered the scene at the other end. She looked amazing. She had on a red fishnet catsuit that exposed her lovely breasts. I was low cut in the back, showing off her delicious skin. I assumed it was crotchless, and she topped of the look with a pair of white, 6' platform heels. She looked like a hooker. The man made her kneel down in the center of the room. "Alright everyone. Doug said he had a hot cocksucker here. I just took her to the bedroom to try her out. Doug, as usual, didn't lie. Whoever wants to, come get your dick sucked, and she'll swallow every drop." The crowd had gone quiet, and now stood in a circle around Julie. "C'mon, don't be shy," the ringleader told them. "Someone come here and fuck her mouth." Someone finally worked up the courage, and the rest of the guys let out a cheer. In the corner of the shot, the waitress started to head for the door, but Doug caught her, and led her over to the circle so she could watch as well. Julie was still down on her knees, and the brave first guy stood in front of her, with his back to the camera. I could see her head bobbing, and he threw back his head in pleasure. I saw two or three other guys take their dicks out, ready to jump in when he was done. I don't know if it was the pressure of performing in front of all of the other guys, or if he was just not used to getting as good of a blowjob as Julie gave, but he came in about three minutes. Two guys got on either side of Julie when he moved out of the way. She grabbed a hold of both of their cocks, and took turns sucking on them, stroking whomever didn't have their cock in her mouth at that particular time. At one point, she shoved both of their dicks in her mouth at once, stretching out the sides of her cheeks. She kept working on them until they also shot in her mouth, one after the other. By now, all of the rest of the guys had their cocks out, and were waiting to take a shot at coming in my wife's mouth. In the background I could see the waitress on her knees, servicing Doug's cock. He head her head and helped guide it up and down on his cock, As the guys finished blowing their loads in my wife, they would wander over to Doug and finger the waitress's pussy for a while. Julie just knelt in the middle, and for the next 30 minutes gave blowjobs and swallowed cum like the pro she was. She had finally made her way through all the party guests. Amazingly, the waitress was still sucking on Doug's cock, having taken a few breaks while she was getting finger fucked. When Julie was done, and all of the guys watched him, he finally blew his load in the waitress's mouth. She got up off the ground, and stood over my wife. With the entire crowd watching, she parted her lips and slowly let Doug's cum drip out of her mouth, and fall a foot through the air into the wide open mouth of my wife. After she had transferred all of Doug's cum into Julie's mouth, she said, "Can I eat your pussy now?" The guys let out another cheer. Julie pulled her hard by her hair until their lips locked, their cum covered tongues intertwined within each other's mouth, and the guys took in their five minute make out session: Julie still on her knees, the waitress bending down to kiss her, and the guys starting to fondle the women. Several sets of hands roamed over Julie's breasts, and one brave soul started to rub between her legs. The guys took their assault on the waitress's pussy. The women were really worked up, and the guys were commenting how wet they both were. Finally Julie had enough, and broke their steamy kiss. She lay down on the floor, with her legs raised in the air, spreading her beautiful pussy wide. The woman lowered herself onto Julie's face, and dove down and started to lap up Julie's juices. The ringleader stood behind her and inserted a finger into the waitress's pussy while my wife ate her out. Knowing how adept at cunnilingus my wife was, I knew it would not be long before she brought the waitress to a screaming orgasm, and after five minutes of action, she finally did. The waitress rolled off Julie, and went to recover on the couch. Several of the guys could be seen putting themselves back together, thanking Doug, and exiting out the door. Julie was lying in the middle of the floor masturbating, as she had not gotten off while being eaten by the waitress. Doug was on the couch, fondling the waitress and getting her worked back up. There were four guys still left from the party drinking and watching Julie perform. "It would be a lot easier for me to come if I had some cock stuffed in me," Julie said, raising her legs to make a perfect V. "Man, this chick is unbelievable. Doug, you are one lucky man." I don't think Doug heard him because he currently had his face buried in between the waitress's legs, and her thighs were squeezing his head. The ringleader was still there, and dropped his pants immediately. He got down in between Julie's legs and stated to lick her pussy. "Fuck that foreplay. I need cock stuffed in me. Now!" He lifted his head up, and aimed his meaty prick at her hole. He slid right in. Two guys came over, and held her legs up, keeping her spread wide. Another guy dropped his pants, and patiently waited his turn. "I came take more than one cock at once. Use all my holes." He shrugged, and went back to get another blowjob from my sexy wife. As the ringleader grunted, and shot his load, she begged the other two guys to get undressed and fuck her. "I'm a dirty whore. I need more cock," she said, pausing form sucking the guy in her mouth off. "Take you clothes off and stick your cocks up my holes. As they were disrobing, she scrambled around so she was back on her knees. She was so limber she didn't even have to pause the blowjob to accomplish that feat. Once the two guys were naked, she started stroking their cocks. She stopped the blowjob, and told the guy she was holding in her right hand to lie down. She leaned over when he did and sucked him into her mouth, He groaned in pleasure. She then crawled on top of him, rubbing her luscious breast up his body as she went. She slid him inside her love canal with ease, and started to rock on him. She told the guy she had been sucking off that she wanted to feel him in her ass. He shook his head in disbelief, but lined up his hard cock at her tight asshole. The guy on the bottom spread her ass cheeks, and held them open as the other guy worked his cock into her tight hole. She had slowed down to allow her asshole time to adjust, but once he was in she started picking up speed again. She was moaning, "I love getting fucked by two cocks. I'm a dirty whore. I love cocks. Give me more cock." The third guy walked over near her head, grabbed a handful of her hair, lined up his prick by her waiting mouth, and pulled her face down, forcing her to swallow his entire length in one gasp. Despite the cock in her mouth, she could be heard moaning loudly. The guy in her ass came first, followed by the guy in her mouth. She started to have her orgasm, which set off the guy in her pussy. The three guys pulled out of her, and she lay on the floor as if exhausted. They put on their clothes and left. Doug meanwhile had sat back down on the couch, and had the waitress bent over him. He had two fingers shoved up her ass, and was fingering her to a series of anal orgasms. The ringleader had sat down on the couch, and had grabbed her head and was easing it up and down on his cock, as if her mouth was some sort of masturbatory toy. He took her hair by both hands, and pulled her all the way down until she had trouble breathing, before easing up and shooing cum down her throat. She gasped for air, but Doug didn't ease up on her backside He worked a third finger in, and the ringleader excused himself from the party. It was finally down to Doug, the waitress and Julie. After the rest of the guys left, Julie crawled over to the couch. After another intense anal orgasm, Doug pulled out his fingers and situated the waitress sitting on his cock facing away from him, the same way he had taken Julie in the first scene. He slid easily into her stretched out and lubricated ass. Julie knelt in front of them and started to eat the pussy of the woman who her boss was fucking in the ass. Occasionally, Doug would pull his cock out of her ass, and stuff it into Julie's throat. When he had brought the waitress of to yet another anal orgasm, he released his load deep into her ass. He pulled her off his cock, and bent her over his knee again, and grabbed Julie by the hair and pulled her face in between the waitress's ass cheeks. Julie lapped away, slurping his cum out of the woman's ass. The women made out for a few minutes, and then the three of them fell asleep, entwined and exhausted, right there on the couch. ---------------------------------------------------------- Julie was standing at the top of the stairs, holding the remnants of a bottle of vodka that hadn't been opened until she got home. She was naked, and was staring at my hard on. "Did you have something you wanted me to put on?" "No." "Did you not like the movie?" "Why did you have to fuck Doug? We just talked about that before you left." "Honey, that was my idea, not his. We met some clients that night, but none were coming back to the room. Since we had a free night, I asked him if it was ok if we made a video for you. That's why I dressed the way I did. The way you like. That's why I said the things I said, and had Doug treat me like that. I know we don't have any tapes of us fooling around. I just wanted to make you a tape of me fulfilling your fantasies" "With another man." "I'm sorry, baby," she said, crossing the room and sitting next to me on the bed. "I really did have the best of intentions." "What about after Tom? Why'd you have to fuck Doug then?" "Sorry, that was my fault too. I thought the whole 'assault' game with Tom would be great, but it ended up being a disappointment. I was so worked up and horny I needed a release. Doug was there, so I got myself off." She took another swig of Vodka. "I'm a little drunk right now, and I know you are feeling a little jealous about Doug. Can we maybe talk about that later when I'm sober?" "Yeah, that's fine. I'm sorry, Julie, I don't know what it is. I get so turned on watching you get gang banged, but when it is just you and Doug, I don't know." "Well tonight, I'm yours. Anything you want. What do you want me to do for you?" "Tonight, I want to just pretend we are a normal, happily married couple that doesn't have sex with anyone else. Tonight, I want to pretend out lives are just like they were before any of this started." She kissed me tenderly on the lips, and her hand roamed over my chest. I returned her kiss and lightly stroked her skin. She started to moan, and ran her hand down my chest and over my stomach. I shuddered when her hand drifted across my waist. She gripped my cock loosely in her hand, and slowly stoked it. She nibbled my ear, and kissed my neck. Then she sucked on my nipples, giving me a playful bite. "I'm going to come right her if you keep that up," I whispered as she explored my body. She released my cock, and moved her body over mine. She hovered for a moment, allowing her hair to cascade on my skin. She swished it softly, tickling me as her wet, willing pussy floated above my cock. She lowered herself to me, flicking her tongue between my lips as she slid my cock between her pussy lips. She was wet and ready for me, and slowly slid herself down my length. She moaned s as I entered her, and moaned even louder as my entire length filled her. She ground her clit against my pelvic bone, and then started to move her hip, sliding deliciously up the length of my cock slowly, taking her time, savoring every moment with me. She plunged herself back down, and then slowly slid me out of her opening. She continued to fuck me like that, slamming me into her, slowly teasing me as she slid me out. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and announced I was about to cum. She started moving up and down quickly on my cock, and her hand moved to her clit, fingering herself to an orgasm at the same time she brought me to one. She started kissing me on the lips again. "I love you baby. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you," she sobbed, clutching my body in her hands. "I'm just doing this for the money, not to hurt you. If you want me to stop, I'll stop." "Of course I want you to stop, but I know you can't. I don't know if I could handle you stopping either. I love watching you. I just need to figure out a way past the jealousy. One day you'll stop, and I'll have you all to myself. Until then, we have to be satisfied with what we have. Do you forgive me for being jealous?" "I do baby. I'd forgive you for anything." She snuggled her head down into my chest, and we fell asleep. Julie Working Late Ch. 04 "Hi, you must be Mark. I'm your date for tonight." I looked up at the goddess who stood before me in the hotel restaurant where I was staying. She was in her mid-twenties, with piercing green eyes. She had medium length brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore a low cut white blouse, exposing the cleavage on her above average chest. She wore a wide black leather belt holding up the black skirt that came to just below her knees. Her outfit was topped off by a pair of what I presumed to be knee high black suede boots. Her makeup was definitely a little heavy, but aside from that, there were no other indications that my date for the evening was an escort. I stood up and leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek. "Hi, I'm Mark. Please sit down. What should I call you?" We both settled into the table. "Call me Eve." The waiter appeared, and she ordered a Chardonnay. I ordered a second Scotch. "So tell me Mark, what do you do?" I chuckled a little. "Well, I'm an engineer by trade, but in this economy, I'm currently in between jobs. I guess you could say that I'm a house husband." "Does your wife know you're here with me? Does she know this is how you are spending her hard earned money?" "She doesn't know I'm here," I answered, as the waiter brought their drinks to the table. "But she should probably figure out something like this would happen." "Oh, why is that?" "Well, she's been a little distant and inattentive lately. I think she may be having an affair. I think she may be fucking her boss." "So you are here for revenge?" Eve asked in a non judgmental tone. "No. It's nothing like that. I'm just lonely, looking for a little companionship. Oh, and for someone to help get me off." "I think that can be arranged. Tonight is going to be a pleasure for me. Most of my clients aren't as young and handsome as you are." "I'm not really hungry. What do you say we just finish our drinks, head upstairs to my room, and raid the mini-bar?" Eve threw back her Chardonnay, and stood up. "Let's go." I threw some money onto the table, not even bothering to charge it to the room, and hurried after Eve as she strode regally through the lobby. The click of the heels of her boots seemed to drown out the commotion in the semi busy lobby, and it appeared as if all eyes turned to follow her as she made her way to the elevator. I finally managed to catch up with her, a little breathless, as she pushed the up button. The door opened immediately, and we got on. The door closed behind us before anyone else could join us. As I pushed the button for the nineteenth floor, Eve placed her hands on my chest and roughly pushed me into the corner. Without warning she pounced, hungrily devouring my lips with hers. As her tongue darted out of her mouth and insinuated itself into mine, I could feel her hand grasp my stiffening rod, and she forcefully stroked me as she devoured my kisses. The car dinged to announce our arrival, and without missing a beat, she pivoted, and exited the elevator with feline grace. I scrambled out, not bothering to adjust my now visible hard on, and took her hand and led her to room 1914. Now it was my turn to surprise her, and I spun her around and forced her back against the door, and attacked her mouth with the same savagery she displayed in the elevator. My finger found the hem of her skirt, and started to inch it up her thighs. "Let's not waste time out here, lover. Take me inside and do whatever you want to me," she whispered into my ear. I was going to have fun tonight. I slid the key into the slot, pumped the handle, and without breaking my kiss or moving my other hand from her skirt, I pushed us into the room. I closed the door behind us, and pushed her back until she was against the door again. I hiked her skirt up, revealing that my suspicions were correct: she was wearing knee high boots. As our tongues explored each other, her hand went back to my now rigid cock, and she started stroking me again through my pants. Without warning, she turned me around so now my back was against the door. She looked deep into my eyes as she broke our kiss, and then dropped down to her knees. I could feel her breath on my cock through my pants as she knelt in front of me. She slowly unzipped my pants, and reached inside the opening. I finally felt her fingers grasp my cock, rather than feeling her touch through my pants. As she worked on getting my cock out, I helped by undoing my belt and button, allowing my pants to drop to the floor. I closed my eyes and waited with uneasy anticipation as she lightly stroked my manhood, wanting more than anything to feel the soft, moist contours of her mouth. I felt her lips brush against me as I waited, but that was as close as her mouth got. "We should probably discuss payment," she said panting, breathing on my cock while she continued to stroke me. "What is it exactly you are looking for tonight?" "What will five thousand dollars get me?" I asked. "That will get you whatever you want until sunrise." "There's cash in my pocket, which I can't reach right now. You can go ahead and count it if you want. Five thousand." "I trust you, hon. I bet all of your wife's money is there for your hooker tonight." Without another word, she moved her hand to the base of my cock and swallowed my entire length into her mouth and down her throat. She bobbed her head, choking and gasping as she deep throated me. I rested my hands on her head, and held her head near my body so she would linger with my cock fully in her throat. She cupped my balls, and I could feel her tongue moving across my shaft even with my cock buried in her mouth. In a few minutes I felt the cum starting to churn in my balls. I used my hands to stop her from going down on me, and started to jack myself off, pointing my cock at her face. "Open your mouth," I ordered, and she complied. A few more strokes was all it took to make myself cum, and I shot several strands of gooey cum into her waiting mouth. Some landed on her lips and chin, but a few well placed flicks of her tongue and an assist from a finger got all of my sperm into her waiting mouth. She stood up, and I spun her around so she was facing away from me. I grabbed her tits through her clothes, and felt her up though her blouse. I undid the buttons, opening the blouse, and felt the lace covering her nipples. I squeezed her nipples, and she started to moan. She reached behind her to pull my head down to her neck, and I started to kiss her. "Hike your skirt up," I hissed between kisses. She hiked up her skirt, and I reached down with one hand to explore what she was wearing underneath the skirt. I discovered she was wearing fishnet pantyhose, and I rubbed her thighs and over her pussy as she ground her ass against my slackened prick. "Why don't you go sit down on that chair over there, and I'll give you a dance until you get hard again. That way, you can fuck my ass or pussy, whatever you want." I sat in the chair as she suggested, and she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She turned on the room's clock radio, and adjusted the station until some hip hop dance music came out. I watched her stalk me across the room, and she started pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra. She climbed on me straddled me face to face, and rubbed her nipples until they stood straight out, inches from my face. I leaned up to kiss them through her bra, but she gave me a little push so I had to sit all the way back in the chair. She leaned in close, and propped one knee up on the chair and stated to grinding my cock. She ran her hands through my hair, and breathed on my earlobe and gave it a quick lick. "Is this turning you on, baby?" I ran my hands over her thighs as she moved, and started to caress her ass. I pulled her close so she increased the intensity of the grinding. Even though I had just cum a few minutes before, I could feel the beginnings of a new erection. "Take off your bra," I said, halfway between pleading and ordering. She rose up off of me, and turned around so I could only watch as she reached behind her to unstrap and drop the bra from her body. She turned to face me with her hand covering her nipples, but I could still see the swell of her breasts as she seductively danced in front of me. She took the index finger of the hand not acting as a bra, and ran it over my lips. I grabbed that hand and pulled her closer. She sort of fell on top of me, and before she could right herself, I swooped in for a kiss. As we kissed, she removed her hand from her breasts, and threw both hands around my head. She straddled me with both legs on the chair, and ground against my hard cock. "That didn't take long," she said, pausing in our kiss for a moment to tease me. She kissed me again, and my hands roamed over her breasts. I cupped them and squeezed them together. I rolled my thumbs over her erect nipples, and then squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger. "Turn around," I said breaking our kiss. "I want you to grind your ass on me again." She stood up, and bent over in front of me, grabbing her ankles. As she held the pose, I ran my hands up the length of her legs, and smacked her on her ass. She stood up, and backed up to me, and ground her ass into my cock. I reached around front and squeezed her nipples again, and pulled her down so I could kiss her exposed neck and shoulders. I was just about ready to fuck this whore. I dropped my hands down from her breasts to the top of her fishnets. I used one hand to pull the band around the top of her nylons away from her body, and plunged the other hand down the front. I was expecting her to be without panties, but I could feel lace where I expected to feel pussy. I rubbed her pussy through the material, and could feel the wetness as I did. "Are you ready, sexy? Are you ready to fuck your whore?" "Soon, baby. Soon." I let the hose go, and they snapped back over my hand. I use my hand inside the fishnets to push aside the panties, and started rubbing her bare clit. I used my other hand to fondle her breasts some more. "How many cocks do you think you've sucked in all your time whoring?"I asked her in a not very nice tone. "You've probably had thousands of guys shoot cum down your throat, haven't you? Do you still get off on fucking?" "Usually no, but tonight, I'm wet and ready for a good fucking. Are you ready to feel how soft and wet my pussy is for you, Mark? Are you ready to fuck me now?" I slipped two fingers inside her pussy, and pinched each of her nipples hard. "Yes, I'm ready to use your hole now, slut." I pulled out my fingers and stood up. I grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. I sat her down at the edge of the bed, and knelt before her. I unzipped each of her boots, and slid them off of her taut calves. I stood up and kissed her again, and then lay on the bed. "Lay here on your side in front of me," I requested. She climbed up on the bed, and we got into a spoon position. I grabbed the top of her nylons, and slid them and her panties down to her knees. I grabbed my cock and pressed it against the opening of her pussy. She reached down between her legs to grab it and help guide it in. She wasn't able to lift her legs very high due to the nylons, but we managed to slide me inside of her. I could feel her rubbing and slapping her clit as I started ramming my cock deep inside of her. I used a hand to reach over and twist her nipples. I started talking dirty in her ear. "You dirty whore. I'm going to fuck you all night long. I'm going to stretch out all of your holes with my fat cock, and leave you leaking and covered in cum. Do you like that, whore? Are you a cum slut." "Oh god, you're so big. Cum in me baby. You're making me feel so good. Give me every inch of that fat cock, and cum deep inside me. I love your cum baby. Cum in my whore pussy." Hearing her respond to my dirty talk pushed me over the edge, and I shot my load thrusting deep into her pussy. I collapsed in a heap next to her. "You're not done, are you, lover? We've still got plenty of time left." "Eve, you are quite the handful. I just need a minute to recover," I answered, exasperated. "Let me fix you a drink, and then do you mind if I jump in the shower?" "A drink sounds great. And yeah, knock yourself out." She pulled her nylons back up, and wriggled her ass in front of my face as she climbed down off the bed. She fixed me a good strong drink, and leaned in for a good kiss as she set it on the nightstand. "Don't fall asleep on me baby. You want me to put some TV on to keep you up?" she asked with a hint of an ironic smile. "That sounds good. I'll order us a pay-per-view movie for us while you're in the shower. That should keep me up, in more ways than one." She reached her hands over her head, clasped them together, and arched her back in a deep stretch. Her lean, agile body looked perfect, without a single flaw. I was lucky to have the opportunity to fuck a goddess like this. "Have a good shower." She shook her ass and boobs in front of me again, and then disappeared into the bathroom with a giggle. I scrolled through the ppv offerings, and decided to splurge and order the unlimited porn package so we could watch whatever we wanted. The first movie I chose was all anal. I really wanted to fuck this whore in the ass before I was done. I watched a parade of hot, young women getting their assholes stretched by big hard cocks, and without touching myself found myself in a semi aroused state. I finished my drink, and realized Eve had been in the tub for an hour. I was about ready to for her to be done, so I walked over and knocked on the door of the bathroom. "Yes baby?" "Eve, honey, can I come in." "Oooh, company? Sounds good, lover." I opened the door, and looked at Eve, legs spread wide in the tub, halfway covered with bubbles, and working a dildo in and out of her pussy. "I was wondering when you'd get bored and come on in. Why don't you sit in here and watch me while I play, and maybe you could tell me what else you want to do to me tonight." She was rubbing her clit with her right hand, and plunging the pink dildo into her pussy with the left. I leaned on the edge of the sink and stared at the toy working its way into her perfect, shaved pussy. I was now up to full arousal. "What am I going to do with my little whore for the rest of the night?" I pondered. "I'm going to turn you over on your belly, spread your fabulous ass cheeks wide so I can see the tight puckered hole I haven't played with yet. I'm going to eat your ass out until you cum, and then lube you up real good and pound away at your backdoor until I cum. How does that sound baby?" She responded not in word, but actions. She had been sitting in the tub, but now swung around so she was on her knees. She leaned on the edge of the tub near me, and used a hand to support herself. Then, she pulled the toy out of her pussy and reached behind her, and right in front of me started working it into her ass. "Oh baby that sounds so good. Your cock is so big I need to stretch out my ass a little so it doesn't hurt me. Oh god, I love getting fucked in the ass. This toy feels so good back there." I was ready to fuck this whore now, but decided to enjoy the show she was putting on. I was pretty horny, so I took off my clothes while I waited. As I watched her ooh and ahh from the toy in her ass, I decided I could participate in the show as well. I grabbed her head and pointed my prick at her mouth. She opened her mouth for me, and holding her head still, I stated pumping my cock into her throat. She got really excited getting her face fucked, and started working the dildo into her ass in time with my cock in her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it all the way to my body, forcing my cock all the way own her throat until her lips touched the skin around the base of my cock, I held her head there, knowing she was choking, until she used her hand to gently push me away. I pulled my cock all the way out of her mouth, and leaned back on the counter, stroking myself to watch the end of the show. "Oh god yeah. Treat me like a whore. Fuck my little whore mouth. I'm a good whore. Do whatever you want to me. Fuck me like the filthy slut I am. God your huge cock felt good while you were fucking my throat. I want more of your cock. I want you to fuck my ass. Can you do that for me baby. Can you stretch me out and fill me up more than this little toy. Do you want to pound my ass? Oh god, I'm cumming!" She moaned for a few minutes straight as wave after wave of orgasm overcame her. She leaned forward on the tub as she recovered. I was ready to play some more, so I stood in front of her, and grabbed the toy she was still holding in her ass. I used one hand to spread her ass cheeks apart, and I started working the toy back in and out of her tight backdoor with the other. She started moaning again. This slut couldn't get enough cock in her ass. Since my cock was in front of her face while I was playing with her, she reached up with her now freed hand, and cupped my balls. She started licking my balls, and I though I might come right there. "Oh baby, I'm ready to be out of the tub. Take me in the other room and shove your tongue up my ass." She stepped out of the tub, and I grabbed a towel and gently rubbed it all over her body drying her off. She leaned up and kissed me while I did it, and then grabbed the towel out of my hands and let it fall to the floor. She turned and exited the bathroom, and walked over to the bed. She lay down on he stomach, and spread her legs wide, allowing me a beautiful look at her ass and spread open pussy. She arched her back a little, lifting her body off the bed, and causing the soft round mounds of her ass to part a little more. She ran her hands over her shoulders, and gathered her hair up, exposing all of her skin to my view, and keeping her hands occupied. "What do you want to do to me baby?" I walked over to her as if in a trance. Her tender, tight ass looked so inviting. I licked my suddenly parched lips, and then took a sip of water from a cup I had poured before. I took out an ice cube and, starting at her heels, dragged it up the length of the back of her leg. I ran the cube over each of her ass cheeks, and then it slide down the valley between them until it rested against her opening. I circled her asshole a couple of times with the ice cube, watching as she squirmed from the sudden cold and the ice melted. I discarded the ice cube and leaned my head down. I extended m y tongue, and slowly moved closer to my goal. My tongue touched her tight pink anus, and shockwaves went throughout her body. I circled the opening with my tongue and lovingly massaged her cheeks, keeping them spread. I pulled my head back a little and spit three times onto her waiting hole, eliciting a little moan each time I did. I squeezed hard on her ass, pulling her far apart, and I plunged my head back between her cheeks. I managed to work my tongue in a little into her ass, but pulled it out to circle her opening again, this time spreading the spit around her tight hole. I spit a few more times, and then plunged my tongue into her waiting hole deeper. She raised her hips even more off the bed. I stiffened out my tongue as much as I could, and tried to force as much of it into her as possible. Her hands were still up around her neck, pinning her hair up. She looked willing and subservient for my every need. I swirled my tongue around inside of her ass, and she started moaning again. I started stroking my cock, getting ready to plunge it into her tight back door. I took my other hand and inserted two fingers into her pussy. I twisted them in time to the swirling of my tongue inside her ass. I started to pull my tongue out, and she moaned "Don't stop eating my ass baby," and I plunged it back in. I started to move my tongue in and out of her ass, while finger fucking her pussy. She started bucking her hips, and so I held my face rigid and let her ride my tongue to her heart's content. Julie Working Late Ch. 04 I pulled out my tongue, and stuffed the thumb of my hand that was in her pussy into her ass. "Are you ready for me to lube you up and ride you like the cheap whore you are?" "I may be many things lover, but I am not cheap. Give me that big cock. I want you in my ass now." I grabbed the KY, and squirted it on her asshole, and then my cock. She released her hair with one hand, and started to spread the lube around her hole, and then plunged two lubricated fingers into her ass. I was ready to fuck that now. She was so stretched out that I was able to shove my cock all the way into her in one push. I held it steady, pushed balls deep into her backside, as she transferred her free hand to her pussy and started to rub her clit. "That's it daddy. Give me that hard cock. Make your little slut cum. Fill up my ass with you hot cum. Oh god, that feels so good. You feel so big in my ass. I want you to fill me ass with cock, and then shoot your load deep inside me. Give it to me baby. That's it. Pound that ass. Fuck me harder. Harder. That's it. Fuck me deep. You feel so good. Oh god. You're so big. Give it to me. Fuck you little whore's ass. Fuck that ass. Cum in my ass. Fuck, that's good. God I love your cock. Pound that ass. Fuck me harder. Harder. Harder. Ohhh god!" She screamed out in orgasm just as I shot my load deep inside of her. She turned her head to look at me, and I managed to keep my eyes open during orgasm so that I could look at her as she screamed out my name, telling me I was the best ass fucker she had ever had. I shoved my cock in all the way a couple of more times when I was done coming. "Do you want me to clean of your big cock, lover?" she asked me with a smile. She turned over to lay on her back, and I crawled onto the bed. My cock was starting to deflate, but was still somewhat erect. She put a hand on my ass, opened her mouth, and took my entire length into her mouth with one push on my ass. She sucked me off hard, and licked all up and down my cock. By the end, I was harder than when I started. "Keep going baby, I think you can make me cum again," I pleaded. She kept working on my cock, and then turned over so she was on her side. She used her other hand to cup my balls, and she gave them a little squeeze. I wanted to come again, but didn't usually come anywhere near so soon again after coming. If anyone could bring me to another orgasm already though, it was Eve. I reached my hand down and spread her legs. I rubbed her clit a few times, and then I started spanking it. I started off real gentle, and gave her plenty of time to recover between blows. I gradually built up momentum, and was soon smacking it pretty hard and steady. "You like it rough like that baby? You like getting your pussy spanked. You're a nasty little slut, aren't you? You're the dirtiest whore on the planet, aren't you? You got a cock in your mouth that just came from your ass, and you're letting me smack that used up pussy of yours around as hard as I want. You are such a filthy whore." I stopped spanking her and shoved two fingers in to her pussy, causing her to have another orgasm almost immediately. As she moaned with my cock in her mouth, she increased the intensity of the blowjob. In another minute or two, before her orgasm had subsided, I could fell mine approach. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and rubbed it all over her face. "I'm going to come on your nasty whore face, baby. Give you something to remember me by." I tugged at my cock and sent a couple of spurts of cream out onto her waiting lips and tongue. She sat there with the load on her tongue, mouth wide open, and then finally swallowed. I sat down on the bed, and leaned against the headboard. "You sure earned your five grand tonight, baby. That was awesome." "I'm the best little whore in town," she said, pulling the covers up over her and laying down on a pillow. I snuggled up next to her and went to sleep. I woke up the next morning feeling great, until I realized that we had less than an hour until check out. "Julie, wake up honey. It's almost time to go." We had been camped out in the room for a week now, ever since she got back from her trip with Doug, so the place was a little trashed. We needed to pick up and pack, and needed to do it soon. "Mark, is there coffee yet?" Julie asked softly. "Not yet. I'll make some real quick, but you need to get up now." I started to get out of bed, but Julie grabbed me and pulled me back down. She kissed me deeply. "You were amazing last night." "So were you, 'Eve'. I can't believe we have to go back to the real world today. Although, I do have to say, sleeping in my own bed tonight his going to be great." I got up and made coffee, and then started to pick up and pack as the coffee brewed. Julie lounged until the coffee was ready, and insisted on drinking her first cup before she did anything. We still managed to make it to check out on time. We decided to stop at a diner for some breakfast before we hit the road for our four hour drive home. We chatted easily about the great week we had just spent: shopping, dancing, visiting museums, movies, long walks, drinking, and of course, fucking. It was week that every couple should be able to experience once. I t was almost like second honeymoon; just the two of us, as if no one else on the planet existed. Of course, it was all paid for because my wife fucked other men, including her boss. Who she would be going back to work for tomorrow, while I sat at home unemployed. As I drove down the highway, she napped lightly in the passenger seat. The weekend seemed like a thin silver lining on a very dark cloud. We got home, unpacked, and had dinner. I was in a foul mood, but tried to play it off like I was just tired from the drive. I don't think she bought it, but I didn't really care. She started to get ready for bed, and I finally decided I needed to confront her. "I don't think I want you working for Doug anymore. I don't think I can handle this. I never should have agreed to this. I don't know what I was thinking." "Well, this is unexpected," she said, a dark cloud coming down over her face. "I always said that if you were uncomfortable with this, I would quit. But I think I need to do this for a couple of more months to sock away some money, since you still haven't had any luck finding a job yet. I'm a little surprised. This seems to be coming out of nowhere." "It's not coming out of nowhere; this has been building for a while. It all came to a head with your weekend away with Doug. I can't fake it anymore." "Ok, ok. That's fine. I'll let Doug know, and figure out some way to wind these extracurricular activities down." "I'm not just talking about that. I want you to quit your day job too." I hadn't really planned on saying that, but once it had come out I knew that is what I wanted. Julie's jaw dropped. "Are you out of your fucking mind? You want both of us to be unemployed in this economy? Please tell me you are kidding and this is all just some big joke." "Do I look like I'm joking?" I thundered. "I have never been more serious about anything in my life. I know this will come as a shock to you, but most guys never would have let their wives fuck other men for money in the first place." "Let me? Let me? You let me fuck other men for money? You asshole. You forced me to fuck other men for money. Your unemployed ass would have lost us this house and had us living on the street. You don't own me; I don't need to ask your permission to do things. You don't let me do anything. I am a grown ass woman who makes her own decisions. You don't like being married to a whore? Fine! Get up off your ass, get yourself a job that pays $120,000 a year, and I will gladly quit. Shit, you certainly didn't mind being married to a whore last night. You watch those fucking videos over and over again and seem to like them. You know what? Fuck you." She stormed off up the stairs and headed for the bedroom. What the hell just happened? I politely asked her to not fuck around on me, and she blew up like that. Maybe she was just a whore at heart. I slept on the couch that night, and woke up the next morning feeling calmer. I wasn't about to change my mind about what I wanted, but at the same time I realized that I could have handled the situation better. Julie was still pretty pissed, understandably, and so I let her vent and sulk as I figured I would wait for round two until a more appropriate time. She left for work without saying a word to me. She left to go to work for Doug. Even though it was only nine in the morning, I needed a drink. I poured myself a Scotch, and then went upstairs to lie in bed and get a little more rest, considering how poorly I had slept on the couch last night. Julie, the smartass that she is, had pulled all of the video tapes of her exploits with Doug out and had them lined up in order next to the VCR. I knew she knew I watched them a bunch while she was gone, and I guess I really was being a little hypocritical about all of this, but I couldn't help what I felt. How did this situation get so spun out of control that in her mind I was the bad guy for asking her to not fuck other men? I thought about how she reacted when she came home after that first night with Doug. She didn't talk to me that night either. She slipped into a warm bath, and then came silently to bed. I wrapped my arms around her, unsure of how I should react. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and woke up the next morning as if nothing had happened. But it had. I downed my Scotch and went downstairs and poured myself another. If I was just a worthless, deadbeat, lazy husband, I was going to do it in style. She hadn't brought home a video of her first night working late. Those didn't start arriving until after her second night. She was in a much better mood after the second night. That was partially due to her just being more comfortable about the whole situation. She also told me that she was happy that Doug had made the tapes and let her take them home. It proved that not only did he trust her with company secrets, but in allowing me to watch what happened she felt it was allowing me to share in the excitement with her. She brought home the tapes from the first two nights, and I struggled trying to decide if I actually wanted to watch them. Finally the titillation factor overtook me, and I had to see what my wife was doing with these other men. I grabbed one of the tapes, and popped it in. The scene was the soon to be familiar view of Doug's living room. Julie was sitting on the couch, dressed as a schoolgirl. She had her long hair done up in braided pigtails. She was wearing a white button up blouse that showed off the red bra she had on underneath. She was wearing a red plaid skirt, lacy white socks that folded just over the ankles, and decidedly non-schoolgirl six inch white heels. She sat with her legs crossed, waiting. Doug walked in with an Asian man. He looked to be in his early forties, and looked like he belonged on TV. He was about Doug's height, but a little trimmer. He was dressed in a very expensive suit, and was smiling and laughing with Doug as they walked into the room. When he spotted Julie, his jaw dropped, and the laughter stopped. "She is very beautiful," he said, with only the slightest trace of an accent. "Your truthfulness in this regard bodes well for our business partnership. Hello, I am Goro. It is very nice to make your acquaintance." Julie stood up, and walked over to Goro with her head bowed. "I am very pleased to meet and serve you," she said with a little curtsy. "Very beautiful," he said, placing his hand under her chin and raising her gaze to meet his. His eyes locked on hers, and after a few moments she averted her eyes to avoid his stare. "May I fix you a drink, sir?" she asked demurely. "You may, and please call me Goro." "Julie, I have bought a bottle of the finest sake to commemorate this occasion. Could you please pour us three sakes from the bar, please?" "Yes sir." Goro took Doug's hand and shook it earnestly. "You have found the perfect woman: beautiful, subservient, and properly respectful. I think this will be the beginning of a powerful friendship amongst our business interests." Julie walked over with the three sakes, and passed them around. Doug raised his glass. "Here's to a beautiful personal and professional relationship." The three of them did their shots, and Goro smiled warmly. "That is very good sake! Julie, Doug, could you please join me on the couch?" The three of them sat on the couch, with Julie in the middle. "Julie, I don't know if Doug has explained to you why you are here. I have started a tradition, it origins not important, of sharing a woman with whomever I enter into business with. Doug has generously offered your services so that I may feel comfortable entering into this business arrangement with him. I feel this is a much better way than a handshake to get to know somebody, and to know if I can trust them. I don't expect either of you to understand, but for this deal to proceed, this needs to happen." Goro finished his speech and looked at Julie. Doug's attention was on her as well. Watching the tape, I tried to process the emotions that were violently confronting each other inside of me. I was, understandably, revolted: I was about to watch my beautiful, loving wife have sex with two other men for money. I would be lying if I said I wasn't turned on as well; I was getting to watch a video tape of my beautiful, sexy wife getting double teamed. My own personal porn stash, featuring the woman who I thought was the sexiest creature on the planet. There was fear and dread, giddiness and naughtiness, hope and despair all swirling together inside my head and heart. My eyes were glued open, my breathing stopped for a moment, and I'm pretty sure that my heart skipped a beat as, instead of answering Goro with words, Julie smiled delicately, reached over with her hand, and started to undo his belt and pants. She licked her lips, and lowered her mouth to his waiting cock. Time snapped back to reality as I watched. She started to suck off Goro, and he mumbled encouragements. Doug meanwhile had worked his hand under her skirt and was fingering her hole. I looked down and realized I was as hard as I had ever been, and figured, "What the fuck? This is why they made me the tapes, right?" and pulled my own cock out and started to jack off. "Now suck him off," Goro instructed Julie, ands she shifted her body as Doug pulled out his cock, and then went to work on him. Goro got down on his knees, and buried his face in between Julie's legs. He pushed aside her panties, and started to tongue her sweet, young pussy. "You taste very good," he said, her juices coating his face, before returning to her tender box, this time inserting a finger inside of her as her licked and sucked her clit. Doug was meanwhile holding onto her pigtails as her head bobbed up and down on his slick shaft. They continued this way for a couple of minutes. I was so worked up that I did not. The sight of my wife getting eaten out and finger fucked by a stranger as she sucked her boss's dick, all while being dressed like a naughty schoolgirl was too much for me, and I shot my load all over the place. "Stand up and take off your clothes," Goro commanded, and Julie pulled Doug's cock out of her mouth and stood up. The men helped her to undress, caressing her soft, smooth skin, and planting kisses upon her exposed flesh as they did. When she was naked, except for her heels and socks, they had her sit back down between them and each started sucking on one of her breasts. As they were giving all of their attention to her chest, her hand dropped down between her legs to rub her aroused pussy. She brought up her wet fingers, and licked herself off of her fingers. This seemed to be what Goro was waiting for, because as soon as she had done this, he announced, "It is now time for us to share her. Doug, I will kindly ask you to go first." Julie put one leg on the couch, and the other on the floor for balance. She pointed her ass up towards Doug, and in one fell swoop he pushed his hard cock deep into her pussy. She started moaning immediately, and a squishing sound could be heard with every one of Doug's thrusts. She reached out for Goro's hard cock, dangling free in the air, and grabbed hold and gently drew him to her. She proceeded to swallow his cock back down her throat, and continued to suck him off all while Doug was pounding her pussy. "I want to fuck her now," Goro announced. Julie released his cock, and Doug stepped back from her. Goro turned her over so she was lying on her back, and inserted himself deep into her. She started to pant, and then to scream. Doug stifled her audible output by walking near her face, and forcing his pussy juice coated prick into her mouth. Goro was on his knees in between her legs, and was twisting and pinching her nipples as he fucked her good and hard and steady. He let go of her breasts to lift up her legs, spreading them out, and allowing himself deeper access. She slurped on Doug's cock, but couldn't help but have trouble gasping and choking as Goro plowed deep into her pussy. "Doug, you fuck her again and cum inside of her now." They switched positions, with Goro now feeding her his well endowed meat, and Doug starting with slow, deep thrusts into her pussy, gradually working his way up to quick, powerful thrusts. The whole time he was fucking her she was shouting incoherently, and when he finally came, groaning out that he was coming, she rubbed her clit furiously and came with him. Watching at home, my cock had reawakened and was now hard again. Goro walked over to where her legs were still spread, and thrust himself inside of her again. He thrust two or three times, and then walked back over to her face. She opened her mouth hungrily, and swallowed down the concoction of her juices, Goro's cock and Doug's cum. Goro went back and forth between her two holes, poking her a few times in the pussy, and then having her wash him clean. Finally after his fifth trip between her legs, he pulled out and sprayed cum all over her stomach. He shook Doug's hand, and then hastily got dressed and left without saying another word. Doug thanked Julie, and they embraced right before the tape cut. "I see I shouldn't have been too worried about what you saw on the tape," Julie said, surprising me in that I hadn't seen her come up the stairs to our room. She had caught me, cock in hand, covered in cum, watching her video debut, being shared by her boss and another man. There was no way to pretend that this didn't turn me on. "That was the tonights, right. We should watch the other one. There's another girl involved." "Really?" I said dumfounded. I had always fantasized about seeing her with another woman. I thought that would only exist in the realm of fantasies. Now I was not only getting to see it, but it was on tape for my continual viewing pleasure. She popped the other tape in, and came and lay next to me on the bed. We watched the tape of the oil man and the trophy wife. She gentle stroked my cock while we watched, keeping me hard, but not doing enough to make me come. She promised me a great blowjob when the tape was over. It was at the end of the tape that my confused emotions erupted into fury. I watched on screen as Julie, after the people she had been hired to have sex with left, fucked her boss Doug for no apparent reason. I was pissed. "What is that about?" I said, standing up from the bed and yanking my cock away from her. "What are you talking about?" I could tell from the look in her eyes she had no idea why I was so pissed. "What's wrong baby? Do you not want to watch the videos anymore? I just won't bring them home." Julie Working Late Ch. 04 "Why the fuck did you fuck that fucking asshole. How could you do that? That is not what you're getting paid for. God damn it. I knew this was going to happen. The only reason he is doing this is so he can fuck you." "Oh my god is that what you're pissed about. Baby, calm down and we can talk about this." I wasn't so sure. I was pissed. I started to collect clothes. I was ready to walk out the door. I wasn't sure where I was going, or what I was planning on doing, I just knew I wanted to get out of there. "Look baby, please calm down. Let me explain. It wasn't his idea for us to have sex, it was mine." "What? Why the fuck would you want to fuck him if you didn't have to? What the fuck, are you in love with him or something." "No baby, it's not like that. Please sit down and calm down and let me explain." I looked at her. She seemed genuinely upset and taken by surprise. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and opened my eyes back up. She was still sitting there like she was before, pleading with her eyes for understanding. The blind fury had dissipated. I was still pissed, but not ready to explode, so I sat down and tried my best to hear her out. "Listen, you're right, I didn't have to have sex with Doug. At least not that time. But I was sure in the future there will be situations that demand it. I don't really know where this whole thing is going to be taking me, but I was envisioning a bunch of threesomes when he first proposed this to me, not us swapping with another couple. I figured that night I would be having sex with Doug, and would get the awkwardness of our first encounter out of the way. But that didn't happen. I knew there would be awkwardness and tension if we didn't have a resolution, and I didn't want that to affect our relationship either at my real job or I this one, so I took it upon myself to have sex with him, just to get it out of the way and to ease the tension. Does any of that make sense?" I tried to get past my wounded pride, and tried to see things from her perspective. I guess the way she explained it kind of made sense. It still hurt though. "Baby, I'm just so scared of losing you. What they hell do I have to offer you right now? Nothing. He's got everything in the world that I wish I would have, just so I could give it to you. I was scared from the beginning, and I'm still scared, you're going to wake up and decide that you would rather be with him than with me." I sat back down on the bed, defeated. "Honey, I'm doing this for you. I'm doing this for us. I'm not doing this because I want to have sex with Doug. I'm doing this so that we can survive, a least until something better comes along. And by something better, I mean a job for you, not some other man. I don't want Doug. I want you. I love you, and wouldn't want to do anything to hurt you. I'm sorry this all went down this way, but do you think we can get past this?" She placed her hand on my thigh. "Well, maybe," I drew out my words. "Is there still a blowjob in my future?" She kissed me on the lips, and then lowered her head into my lap. She engulfed the head of my cock and sucked on it like she was a vacuum cleaner. Her hand shifted up and down my shaft, and my head lolled back in ecstasy. She lowered her mouth down the entire length of my cock, and then slid it back up. She lifted her lips from my cock, a trail of saliva connecting our two bodies. I glanced down at the gleaming, slick shaft, and she looked into my eyes. "Suck that cock. Make me come in your mouth." She swallowed my cock down whole, and rapidly slid up and down my prick. The sensation of her fabulous blowjob, mixed with the fear and titillation proved to be too much for me to hold off for long, and I announced my orgasm. She continued to suck me, and swallowed down my load. "You looked really hot on the tapes, Julie. I like watching you fuck." I watched the tape of her, Doug and Goro again, and made myself a third Scotch, and a fourth, and then stopped counting. I don't know if thinking back to our previous fight had helped clear my head, or made me wonder what the fuck was I thinking from the beginning. I had now wasted my day away, like I had planned, but that of course had not made the situation any better. I still had no job, still had no way to support my wife and maintain our way of life, no way to get her to stop being a prostitute. But I was drunk, and horny. And of course had nothing ready for dinner when Julie arrived home later. When she walked in, I could tell she was still angry. Not as mad as before, but angry. She stood inside the doorway, waiting to see what would happen. "Julie, I'm sorry for how things went down. I'm sorry for the things I said. I'm sorry I got us into this mess, and I'm sorry that I can't get us back out." My words were slightly slurred, but I could see the frosty veneer had dropped from her expression. "What I'm not sorry about, and what I can't control, is how I feel. I don't like Doug: I never have. I don't like you being around him. I think he has grander plans for you. I don't think I can handle you doing this anymore. I don't know what we do if you stopped, but I don't know if I can take anymore." I started to say something else, struggled, and just gave up. I sat down on the couch, folded my hands in my lap, and looked at the ground. "I told Doug I was stopping. I told him I would do it for three more months, but that was it. But I'm not quitting my job. That would just be stupid." She went upstairs to get changed. I should have been elated, but I wasn't "Wait Julie, are you sure?" She turned to look at me, one leg higher on the stairs than the other, showing off her exquisite calf. "No I'm not sure. I don't know what were going to do for money. I don't know if Doug is going to fire me, or demote me, or transfer me in retribution. And to tell you the truth, I am going to miss the once a month thrill that this overtime gave, not to mention sharing my adventures with you. But, c'est la vie, I guess." She walked up the stairs out of view. What had I done? I got up to go after her, feeling our conversation wasn't finished. Technically, I had won. My wife would no longer be sleeping with other men, particularly her asshole boss Doug. Why did I feel even worse than before? I bounded up the stairs, and was shocked by what I saw. Julie was naked, spread eagle on the bed, lightly stroking her pussy. "Julie, I feel like we left things unsettled. Can we talk some more about this?" "Mark, I'm too tired to talk. I'm too tired to argue. I don't even want to think about this right now, let alone talk about it. What I want is for you to make love to me like we used to, before any of this happened. Please just make me feel good." I walked over to the bed, and got down on my knees in front of her. I grabbed her hand, and moved it to the side. She scooted a little lower on the bed, and in doing so moved her sweet pussy right next to my face. I flicked out my tongue, and she shuddered in delight. Her hands slipped back down, and she spread her lips apart, opening herself up fully to me. I lovingly licked up and down her engorged labia, and nuzzled my nose into her clit. I concentrated on her clit, and I could hear her start to moan. I slipped a finger into her juicy opening, and started to work it in and out. I sucked on her clit, and used my lips to tug gently at it. Her hips started bucking as I thrust my finger inside of her, and I felt her thighs clench as her sweet nectar flooded my mouth. I drank deeply from her, until she finished coming. She sat up on the bed, and grasped meekly for me. I stood up, and she savagely kissed my mouth and throat. She lay back down, and pulled me down on top of her. My cock easily slipped into her waiting hole, and she wrapped her legs around my back. I slid as far inside of her as possible, holding myself deep, and allowing her to grind herself upon my pole. I tried to pull out to thrust back in, but she used her powerful legs to hold me in place. Completely in charge, she moved her hips, controlling the depth and speed of my penetration. She started to move in a circular motion, and I imagined that is what a rabbit vibrator must feel like. She grabbed her knees, releasing my body from her bondage, and pulling her legs open so I could invade her even more deeply. I pulled completely out of her, and relished the gasp as my flesh exited her body. I sank back down, throwing my full weight onto her body. I pulled all the way out again, and plunged back in. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" she grunted as I started to pick up speed, no longer pulling all the way out, put still burrowing as deeply into her as I could. I had finally reached my limit, and though I wanted to go all night, I could not. I unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside of her, and hearing her moan in ecstasy as I filled her caused my orgasm to reach another level. Our bodies were pressed together we were melded into one. I couldn't raise myself up from her if I wanted to. As I recovered, I looked down, and Julie was crying. I brushed away a tear from her cheek, and discovered I was crying too. We kissed each other greedily, thankful that we still had each other, but scared of what the future held. I don't think either of us at that moment knew if we would make it, but I know both of us were committed at that point to fight for our lives together, no matter the cost. Julie had already proven that she was willing to do anything to save us and our marriage. My test would begin tomorrow morning.