3 comments/ 29876 views/ 6 favorites Couldn't Have Without Me: Alexa's Narrative By: mughalpunjabi Alexa was introduced in my story "Couldn't have done it without Alexa." Her husband's corporate rise was aided greatly by her machinations and willingness to go the extra mile. The story was told from his point of view and left much to the imagination. But since Alexa was the one experiencing what was going on, whether her husband was able to witness it or not, it made sense to narrate the story from her perspective. A number of readers mentioned that they loved the story but found it light on the sex. Well, her husband had to be a bit circumspect, would he not? Alexa, on the other hand, can provide as much detail as possible and really fill in the gaps. ***************************** As Herberto tightened his hold around my waist, our bodies melded. I could feel that he was being turned on by my proximity and by not objecting to the placement of his hands, one of which was caressing my rear end continuously and the other rubbing my exposed back, I was indicating my willingness to go much further. This wasn't just a friendly dance at an office party, what I was engaged in was a full-fledged seduction in motion. While the sight of his wife, dressed provocatively in a backless dress, acting so vulnerable in the grasp of another man should have filled my husband, Imtiaz, with jealousy and rage, he knew that whatever I was doing would only help in his corporate advancement. After all, Herberto was by no means the first person to have gotten so close to me, rather there was a trail of facilitators who had been part of our lives since our marriage some time ago. Herberto nibbled on my ear and asked if I was open to a private nightcap following the party. I imagine my affirmative response could have surprised many spouses, but not Imtiaz. I figured Imtiaz would exit the party relatively soon, allowing me to firmly cement things with Herberto over the coming hours. ***************************** I had met Imtiaz in Islamabad; he was my elder brother's classmate at the International School. Having received his degree abroad and holding a job offer in the Arabian Gulf, his family had approached mine when he had returned to Pakistan after his education. My brother was his biggest supporter so things moved quickly and we were married soon after he started his career. My name, not Pakistani by any means, was courtesy of my British mother, who had married my father, a Pakistani diplomat, while he was stationed in London. I had been brought up to display a great sense of openness, style and gregariousness throughout my life. This made me one of the most popular of the wives amongst our company group in Saudi, at least among the guys if not the ladies! It did help greatly that I had inherited much of my mother's looks and since my mom had been a model for part of her life both in England and Pakistan, I was able to turn heads with consummate ease given the flair I had inherited for carrying off sexy clothing without a hitch. Though fluent in the local Pakistani languages, I was more at home thinking like a Westerner and talking in English acquired from my parents or the French I had learned in school. Imtiaz never knew for sure if I was a virgin when we married, Pakistani custom would have dictated so. For the record, I wasn't, but exercise and sense of purpose had kept me almost pristine. Furthermore I had not been overly promiscuous in pre-marriage sex, but had only experienced it three or four times with a couple of friends, and then on a visit to Europe after my high school graduation, while away from the views of my otherwise hawkishly protective family. My still considerable tightness in the bridal bed and the subsequent ardour in our lovemaking prompted us to not revisit our lives prior to hitching up. The way I looked at it, there was no way Imtiaz had not dipped his wick during his long stay in the US, and if he was happy supposing that I was virginal, so be it! ***************************** Will I "I cannot believe that Ramesh got the Brand Manager position that I had been promised," Imtiaz was letting everything out, his anger turning him very red. I had recognized the minute he entered the door that something was amiss. "How come?" I asked with great concern, "you had a lock on that promotion?" "I have no clue," he responded, "in fact when they called everyone to the conference room today, I was sure it was to announce my new position." This was not a time to hear explanations that would make him feel worse. I had to take immediate action to relieve some of his tension. "Let me put you to ease right now," I suggested, sitting him down in an armchair and removing his shoes. My fingers traced the outline of his zipper and soon his cock was in my hands. Despite the bad news Imtiaz had received and the dumps he imagined himself in, his manhood was up and ready. I decided to go slow and began by using my tongue to tease the opening in his dick and then letting it go up and down the shaft as if it was a highway of sorts. Soon my palm also began to warm the already plumped up skin on his prick. He was primed to go and I gladly took him into my mouth. Seconds later, just as I sent his entire rod down to the deepest recesses of my throat, he exploded. It was a major eruption but bravely I managed to keep everything inside, choking on the amount of jism that had gone down my mouth. Giving the tip a final kiss, I pushed him back and went off to clean my mouth. I knew that his immediate anger had dissipated and we could now talk sensibly. "So what do you think happened?" I asked point blank on returning a few moments later, mouth all gargled out, as he was still recovering from the fabulous blow job. "For all I know he fucked the Marketing Manager, you do know the guy appears to be gay and Ramesh may have just gone along with things to move up." I did not have a clue, why he said that, but figured it did make him feel good to accuse both the boss and Ramesh of indiscretion. Sure Will, the Marketing Manager, was a bit strange and the more likely reason for his picking Ramesh over Imtiaz was that my husband was overly aggressive whereas his colleague was meeker but craftier in gaining management support. "So you are rolling over and playing dead?" "What else can I do?" he sounded defeated, "the position has already been announced and Ramesh is having a celebration at his place this weekend." I knew that just accepting this injustice would really mess up his life for a while and got to wondering if there was some way to fix things. II Ramesh had a nice spread set up around the pool area of his apartment complex. Quite a few of the other office mates stayed in the same vicinity so it was a fairly cozy arrangement and most people did know each other. It was unseasonably cold for a swim, so no question of being in a swimsuit. Still it was nice enough to be in a short skirt that, along with high heels, showed off my legs to great advantage. Ramesh was happy as could be, given the out of turn promotion, but Will appeared to be anticipating something and kept trying to have a personal word with the host. At some point, they both seemed to be missing from the gathering. Something definitely did not appear to be kosher. With food served and small talk continuing, I sided up to Imtiaz, innocently asking where the restroom was located. I had a good idea where I was headed, but needed Imtiaz along to feel comfortable in case I did discover something. Pulling his hand I walked upstairs into Ramesh's apartment. "Should we not knock?" he protested, but shut up on seeing me raising a finger to my lips. Sounds from inside one of the rooms caught our attention. I stopped dead in my tracks when, instead of being in the bathroom, I found myself in a bedroom where Ramesh was bent over a dresser naked and Will was pummelling the proffered ass with his condom covered dick. "So that's how my husband got screwed over?" I matter of factly stated, quickly clicking a picture with the mobile phone that I had carried with me. Both Ramesh and Will were horrified and sought to cover up. I stopped them, however, with a terse shout. "Stay right there you two," I barked at them, "let's see how we can fix things." Both Ramesh and Will froze. "Imtiaz, would you please take a look at this, let me have your mobile phone, and then give us some time in private," I ordered. Taking the phone from Imtiaz at the door and handing him my own with the incriminating picture, I directed him out of the apartment, allowing only a glimpse of the two naked bodies still locked together. I figured I'd let him wonder what was going on, but had an inkling that I was going to surprise him later. The information that his brain was processing was already overloading his circuitry and a breather would do well for him. III "Dear friends," I sarcastically addressed the two who were still unnaturally attached, "you are going to be the stars of my movie production." They were both sweating bullets and must have been seething at my intrusion. Their options, however, were extremely limited as they had been caught red-handed, red-faced and, to some extent, rosy-assed. They had no option but comply with whatever humiliation I would deem fit for them, while I taped the happenings. I first had Will fuck Ramesh in the ass for a while, but had him pull out before he had come. I then had Ramesh bend down in front of a seated Will and suck his dick, again not letting him release his load. Finally, on my orders, Ramesh turned Will over and fucked his ass. While Will had done Ramesh with a condom on, I had Ramesh violate his boss without a sheath, coming profusely in his rear. Even worse, Ramesh was made to suck Will's dick still enmeshed in the plastic which was now dirtied by having been up his own ass, then removing it, licking Will's cock and disposing off the sheath. It felt really good to be ordering the two around, after all they had conspired against the man I loved and had married. "What do you want us to do next?" Will inquired. "Do you not think you were unfair with my husband?" I responded. Both shook their heads in agreement, just moments earlier they had been having a victory fuck, now they were pathetic faggots ready for even greater degradation. "Does either of you want this video to become public knowledge?" I challenged. Once again both shook their heads, this time to indicate they did not want that to happen. "Ramesh, you know what to do, your stay at this company is over," I suggested, figuring he would submit his resignation the next day. He simply walked over to the dresser and wrote a resignation letter out in a minute or two. Trying to muster as much dignity as he could, Ramesh handed the letter to Will, dressed up and exited the apartment. "Do you also want me to resign?" Will sounded meek and defeated after Ramesh had left. "You deserve to, since you have been acting against my husband because of this gay affair," I rubbed things in, "in fact you should be the one exposed to public humiliation not Ramesh." Will dropped to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes, silently begging me to give him a way out. Seeing the opportunity to help advance my husband's career with his assistance, since I had material that could incriminate him at any time, I helped him off the ground and sat him down on the bed. It was time to turn him into an ally. He was distraught at being caught and worried about his future. I knew he had not fully been relieved by Ramesh, so I decided to give him an incentive to cement the deal. Will was crying from the humiliation, and from having Ramesh do him, and in his nudity looked rather vulnerable. I grabbed him from behind, resting myself on his back as my hands went around, held his cock and began to slowly jerk him off. He was really surprised by this, but did not resist and his cock seemed to stiffen in my hands. I upped the ante by lowering the top of the skirt to free my breasts, letting my bra drop to the ground and rubbing my bare boobs on his back. For all I know, I may have cured his gayness, since his dick shot to attention in no time at all! I am sure he liked what I was doing, as he tried to turn around, grab and maybe fuck me. But as I held him firm, he spurted and I did not let go till he was done. "You like girls too," I acted surprised, "I thought boys were your thing." He turned red but it was obvious that he swung both ways depending on whatever was available at the time. Will was wondering how to respond. A bit of his cum had landed on my hands. When I suggested he clean up, Will was quick to fetch a packet of wet wipes and sanitize my hands first. Once he was done with the fixing up and taken his seat back on the bed, I sat down in his lap, my legs around his waist, letting his cock come up against my crotch, the thin fabric of my panty preventing direct entry but leaving him knocking at my gate all the same. As I held Will in my arms, he began to get more into the act, kissing my neck, sucking my tits and rubbing his hands all over my body. In fact, other than kiss me on the mouth or finger my pussy, I let him pretty much feel me up. I knew I had him as my bitch for as long as I wanted. On his side, he would pine for another tryst with me, which may never come, while also being worried about the video becoming public. While he caressed my nearly bare body, I explained how things would progress. "Will, you are going to support Imtiaz from now on and perhaps we can take things further someday soon if you cooperate as I suggest," I both gave him directions and indicated future possibilities, "in fact let me leave you something to really think about." With that I stepped off his lap, stood a few feet away, dropped the remaining garments I still wore, and twirled for him with only my heels on. He got up and hugged me, obviously hoping for more. His penis pressed up against my midsection and my resolve wavered for just a bit. Will turned me around, so his cock was touching my ass and his hands were able to squeeze my breasts. I no longer had the panties to prevent him accessing my backside and wondered if he was indeed going to make an attempt at anally entering me too. Collecting my wits, just as he was trying to propel my torso downwards and over the dresser to make my ass more accessible, I whispered that he should do his part to fix things first, gave his cock a final pull, and disengaged. Will dressed reluctantly, while I lounged about naked on the bed, legs splayed apart, letting him get a good view of my privates and ensuring that his resolve to support Imtiaz would not waver. Chancing one final grab at me he only netted my left leg which he lovingly kissed and caressed for a tad, till I pushed him away with the other foot. Finally he exited the door, leaving me to dress up. After redressing, I went to the door and motioned for Imtiaz. He walked in, having seen both Ramesh and Will exit. Imtiaz had been outside for a while and keen for information. Ramesh had vanished from the party, not even bothering to bid some departing guests adieu. Will had also walked out looking confused. He also disappeared within no time. "What's going on?" Imtiaz wanted to know. "Congratulations, you are pretty certain to be promoted as Ramesh has resigned," I smiled and gave him the latest news. "How come?" he was perplexed. "I had a feeling about things as they were acting somewhat lovey dovey at the party and when they left together and went upstairs, I was certain something was going to happen," I explained, while handing him the new video evidence, "It took just a few minutes from where I discovered them, to these acts being provided as security for us." "You are an evil woman Alexa!" Imtiaz responded, appreciating my actions all the same. "Best of all I humiliated Will by letting him get to the point of ejaculation and stopping without release to emphasize how much power I now held. On the other hand I forced Ramesh come in Will's ass to complete his soiling." "Why did they not try to prevent you from taping them?" "Both are essentially cowards and in any case if I started yelling rape, the local authorities here would throw them in jail without any questions asked. Besides, you had my mobile with the first shot, and they figured it would be common knowledge downstairs in a few moments should they not comply. Also you do know that I can be pretty insistent if I want something done my way!" Imtiaz was in agreement on the last point. "Will confessed that Ramesh had been his fuck buddy for some time, and had been recommended wrongly for such favours rather than competence," I let him know. "But the video shows Ramesh fucking Will in the ass also; you said Will was the dominant partner?" "I figured that would be poetic justice for what they had done and also show them in a poorer light in this environment, where fucking another male in the ass is relatively acceptable behaviour for dominant males, but receiving it is really bad." "So what is happening now?" "I have given Will 24 hours to convince management to promote you, and for Ramesh to resign for personal reasons. If they do not, this performance will be placed in the public domain." "But you took a while appearing after Ramesh left, why did it take that long?" "Now, now, dear, Will was convinced that their careers were over, particularly when Ramesh took a sheet of paper from the desk and wrote out his resignation. I had to give him some hope of staying around and helping you get further ahead. It would not be of any value to you at all if both left the company at the same time; rather many questions would be asked." "How did you do that?" I gave him a few details, skipping the part about being completely naked, but telling him about rubbing my breasts on Will's back and of giving him a hand job. "I hope you did not remove your lingerie also?" he asked jestingly. "Maybe I did and maybe I did not," I gave him peck on the cheek, dropped my skirt and skimpies to the floor, and lay down nude on the bed so recently vacated by the gay lovers, "and should you not be more interested if I also taped our encounter!" I had discarded every article of clothing and Imtiaz was also threadbare in a jiffy. My sexual temperature had already been significantly raised and I needed succour. Imtiaz decided to forego any attempts at foreplay and skewered me in a flash. We were like wild animals, biting, scratching and totally enjoying the taste of each other. Imtiaz was so turned on he came like never before. My discharge was also momentous and that was just the beginning of our victory celebration, which lasted through most of the night, poetically at the fallen enemy's citadel! I wondered if the thought of my hands caressing Will's cock, or of Will's paws on my body, had bothered Imtiaz or if this had served to perk his imagination mightily. At least he was told that Will hadn't got to my pot of honey and seemed to take it at face value. Now that much was indeed true! IV Imtiaz was confirmed as Brand Manager the very next day. Will simply accepted the resignation from Ramesh and management had no issues giving Imtiaz the position. Will stayed around in the company for a while, never receiving my favours again, but always putting in a good word for Imtiaz. Oh, he definitely tried to find a way to fuck me, but the fact that I still had the tape meant that he could never force the issue. Was it any surprise that on record timing, Imtiaz received an international reassignment, this time to Canada? ***************************** Victoria I "She's a tough lady Alex," Imtiaz was telling me about his new boss, "she reputedly has bigger balls than all the other directors put together!" Couldn't Have Without Me: Alexa's Narrative Victoria was the first female boss he had ever dealt with and was at sea. Coming from a Middle Eastern job assignment, he was having a hard time figuring out how to get on her good side. Not that he was out to do something to tick her off, it just seemed that for some reason his politeness and chivalry towards the fairer sex was not apparently registering well with the boss. Victoria had joined the company just out of college. Through hard work and by always looking out for her interests, she had risen to the level of Marketing Director. It did help greatly that she had been both a varsity soccer player and a cheerleader, able to channel strategy, pain, devotion and sexuality towards achieving her aims. There was plenty of talk of her having been intimate with the former Canadian business head, who now had risen to the level of company CEO at the UK HQ. Victoria could be seen as pretty if she were to dress and act feminine, but her choice of sharp manly suits, her short hair cut and crisp talk put the guys in the company on alert pretty quick. For Imtiaz it was difficult to associate a female with such power, having not had any experience with the type before. "Invite her over for dinner, maybe she will like Pakistani food," I suggested. Imtiaz looked incredulous, probably wondering if he would contravene office sexual conduct laws by asking Victoria to come to dinner. "Oh come on, a little kissing up to the boss is never going to hurt you," I insisted, seeing his discomfiture. II I really did enjoy cooking and the spread that I had on display would put most chefs to shame. Victoria was obviously impressed being the guest of honour at the event even though we had invited a few other folks from the department over. "This chicken dish is awesome and the rest is heavenly," Victoria was effusive about her compliments, "you must let me know how you do it all Alexa." "Why do you not stop by some day, we'll cook and have dinner together," I offered. Victoria quickly ran her schedule through her mind and found that next Friday evening would work swimmingly. She could get off work a bit early and we would cook a few dishes to eat later that evening. She was confident that Imtiaz could man the fort well at the office while she was at our place receiving cooking lessons. The others decided against coming over on Friday since many had plans with significant others or were heading out for the long weekend. III "Hello ustaani sahiba," Victoria chirped as I let her in just after 3 p.m., "I can't wait to get to work." She had asked me earlier what the term for "madam teacher" was in Urdu and had taken great pains to correctly pronounce it. I was visibly impressed. We hugged and in the process of giving each other a couple of pecks on the cheek actually managed to brush our lips together. Victoria pulled back for a bit, then brought her lips back to mine and this time I let our mouths come together for a tad longer than acceptable. I had a feeling that her interests included other females and this helped confirm my belief. "Welcome again to the humble abode," I took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen, appreciating the fact that she was wearing a rather smart blouse, a leather skirt and boots that came up just below the knees. It was an outfit that both showed her femininity and suggested a hint of butchness. It was also one that was extremely unsuited to the job at hand. "Uh oh, dearie," I let her know, "you will need to put on something else since the cooking process can be messy." She obviously had not thought things out and wondered what solution was at hand. "It's quite okay, Vicky," I had already reached a level of informality with her that other were not allowed, "it would be appropriate for you to cook Pakistani food while dressed ethnically." I led her upstairs and quickly pulled out a shalwar kameez that was simple enough, yet clean, ironed and slightly loose for me. Vicky was a bit heavier and wider and I figured she would fit in easily. She did and hanging her clothes in the closet we headed back to the kitchen. Victoria dived into the task at hand with enthusiasm and was a quick learner. In a period of just over three hours, I let her take the lead at preparing at four entrees, a slew of appetizers, two desserts, plus chappatis, biryani, chutneys and Pakistani salads. We devised a code to rate every dish as she completed it. For an average job, she received a nice tap on the shoulder; for a good one she was rewarded with a hug; for an excellent one a full-on kiss was on offer. During the time we spent in the kitchen, Victoria soon managed to move up from the mere tap to getting quite a few kisses, our tongues even getting intertwined a couple of times. She also appreciated the fact that I had asked her to change, as the shalwar kameez she was wearing had a number of stains from curry and other spills. "We are done with the menu Vicky," I let her know after the last item was placed on the table, "unless you would like to start on another set of dishes." "That's quite enough for now," she was honest about the effort, "besides I do not think I would remember the methods if I tried too many things today." I poured out some wine and noted that Imtiaz was still not home. Victoria advised me that he would be going to a pub with some of the other guys and may not be back till around 8 p.m. "You know Alex, these clothes are really comfortable," she let me know, "I have seen some real ornate dresses on ladies from your part of the world." My mind went to work immediately. I had recently returned from a trip to Pakistan and was loaded down with clothes from there, both fancy and informal. "Would you care to check some out?" I asked her, "and perhaps try also?" Victoria was game and in a few minutes I had a dozen or so of the dresses, which were still in my suitcases downstairs, brought up to the family room. Victoria was raving about the clothing and ready to try all. The clothes she had worn while cooking were tossed into the laundry room and she began to try on the new stuff in earnest. She must have tried on five or six of the outfits, when I sensed that the garage door had opened. I was in process of handing something to her but could see that Imtiaz had come home earlier than anticipated. It seemed that he could see us trying on the outfits from the dining room but had decided to not bother us. I knew he was checking out his boss and hoped that he liked what he saw, but not more than the amount he liked me! "Alexa, this shirt seems a bit tight." Victoria was wearing the shalwar (trousers), but seemed to be having trouble getting the kameez (shirt) onto her torso. Her head was stuck in the folds of the fabric, but the white skin of her exposed mid-section, a black bra and the roundness of her breasts was on display, "it keeps hooking on to my bra or something." "Stay there Vicky, let's see if I can help," I carefully pulled the shirt off, "why don't you try it without the bra perhaps?" Without a thought, Victoria removed her bra, and as I expected, she was able to just squeeze into the kameez. Her pink nipples showed clearly through the flimsy material as she posed in front of a large mirror that I had brought downstairs. "Should the front not be more perked up, rather than flat?" Victoria wondered. I came in behind, placed her hands under her breasts and helped them to the position they would be with a bra. "Yes, that would help, I'll let the stitching out a bit for you and this will fit you perfectly with the bra on." Victoria continued to try on the rest of the stuff, deciding to remain bra less to ensure she fit into the clothes. She did so quite well and looked for more when she was done. "Imtiaz is not expected back for at least another hour or so, do you want to try on more stuff?" I asked. Victoria, having already removed the last kameez and shalwar, put her bra back on, and standing only in matching black lingerie, was game, "Why not, this is fun?" I took her by the hand and we proceeded upstairs. Though Imtiaz may have been wondering about the ways things were moving, I was sure that he was watching what we were up to. I heard him sneak upstairs behind us and position himself to peek around the doorway into the master bedroom. "You know Alexa I am modeling all kinds of dresses for you, but have not seen you in anything fancy," Victoria teasingly mentioned. "What kind of stuff do you mean?" "The kind that keeps your husband interested in you," Victoria naughtily explained, "something naughty and sexy." "There is something that gets him going," I giggled, "let's see if you approve." Victoria sat back on the bed, still in her lingerie, while I went into the closet. I returned to the bedroom wearing a flimsy green baby doll with a thong, a choker and a light overwrap in the same colour, my form topping off a base of gold and green heels, an outfit I had used often to get Imtiaz into the mood. I turned around and bent over a bit, allowing the thong to go in most of the way and allowing my virtually bare back to show. Barely a sliver of wispy material prevented my entire posterior from being naked. "You like?" I questioned Victoria with a distinct lasciviousness. Victoria let out a low whistle exclaiming, "Wow Alexa, no wonder Imtiaz has eyes for no one else, why would he be impressed with the office ladies when the piece de resistance is at home?" As I stayed in that pose, Victoria caressed my ass slowly, "you don't have an ounce of fat here." Her hands wandered down the outsides of both legs and back up on the insides. I straightened myself just as Victoria's fingers brushed my vagina. Victoria stood up and her hands moved under the material to cover my breasts, which she squeezed a few times, and then one strayed down and under the thong to my pussy. An audible moan escaped my throat. I turned my face towards Victoria and while back to front, our lips brushed. Victoria released her hold and turned me towards herself, our mouths coming together in a deep kiss, which we held for an extended while. Without a word, Victoria undid a couple of strings holding up my dress and let it fall to the ground. I lay down on the bed and removed the insignificant thong as Victoria discarded her bra and panties. For the longest time, our tongues and mouths stayed together and bodies became one. I figured Victoria had previous practice in girl on girl action, but was surprised at how quickly I was getting into the act. Boy she was a great kisser, I really needed to pay attention to her technique, Imtiaz would be driven crazy by it. Her fingers soon entered my pussy and I decided to return the compliment in the same coin. "Alexa, you taste wonderful," Vicky whispered, after we had changed positions to lick each others' vagina. She did not taste too bad either and I mouthed a silent thanks. We both came mightily and hung on to each other for support as our bodies shook with pleasure. I wondered if after watching us tongue each others' pussy, kiss deeply and put our fingers to good use for some time, whether Imtiaz would intrude on us or simply let us continue. IV "Hello ladies," Imtiaz announced from the main entrance, "are you in the kitchen or elsewhere?" I could tell that Victoria was surprised by his earlier than planned arrival and it did sound like she was in some sort of panic looking for something. I realized that in moving from trying on clothes to trying out each other, Victoria's clothes were forgotten elsewhere. Imtiaz came upstairs and right into the bedroom where Victoria had managed to put her lingerie back on but I was still naked and looking about for something to cover my new lover. "Looks like a party here," he commented, and taking a wild shot added, "is there room for three?" The initial look of surprise on our faces was replaced by one of acceptance. I smilingly came up to him and planted a deep kiss on his mouth. "There was a fire alarm at the pub, so I had to come home earlier, but apparently well in time," he explained. "I am game if Vicky has no harassment related issues with it," I responded hoping that Victoria would not want to leave just yet. Victoria, being in an awkward situation, really had very little room to manoeuvre, and a slight shake of the head indicated she was also willing. I had Victoria sit back against the bed, so Imtiaz could straddle her torso and place his cock in her mouth. I moved back to place my face close to Victoria's cunt and began licking. After some hesitation, Victoria opened her mouth and let him go in and out as he felt. I could tell that she was not well versed in cock sucking, but given the arousal she was getting through her cunt being manipulated, her attempt at a blow job was adequate and serving its purpose of bridging any differences between them in the office. Victoria bucked as I brought her off and almost the same time a stream of his sperm hit the back of her throat. She jerked back and the rest of the flow landed on her hair, face and breasts. I eased Imtiaz off Victoria's body and licked off the love juice as best as I could from wherever it had fallen. "You're not getting away with being nice to the boss only," I warned Imtiaz. Pushing him back on the bed, I came atop and stuck his regenerating member into my pussy with ease. As I moved up and down on his cock, Victoria brought her mouth up to mine and we began to kiss again. Imtiaz's fingers traced the outline of Victoria's pussy and were soon buried inside. This seemed to energize her and kinkily I had Victoria come across his chest so that her pussy was in line with his mouth and her back towards me. He went to work on her insides, causing Victoria to orgasm profusely. Victoria turned her face sideways and we began to deeply kiss again as I also caressed her boobs. Coming a second time took a while for Imtiaz but finally we all lay exhausted. No one suggested that he vaginally fuck Victoria and no one decided to push things in that direction either. As he got up to take a shower, Victoria and I lingered on in bed. I kept getting her off, increasing my confidence that the entire episode, including her sexual interaction with my husband, had been taken in stride by her. She assured me that while her interests lay with females, she had not minded the occasional male partner and perhaps one day would be open to also bedding Imtiaz. I had ensured that Imtiaz would have no trouble with his boss in this new environment either! V Needless to say, Imtiaz's work assessments improved significantly within days and he was soon in the running for Victoria's position, since she was the odds on favourite to join her ex-boss at the World HQ. His confirmation as Director of Marketing for Canada and 30th birthday happened within the same week. Oh, and since he had not used a condom during the tryst with Victoria, I was pregnant with our first child! Given how I had managed things with Will, Imtiaz figured we were done with further intimacies with the boss. He was half right; he never got any further with Victoria, other than the odd hello or goodbye peck on the lips. Victoria and I, on the other hand, hit it off really well and every so often would have some private time together, sometimes with Imtiaz in the know, otherwise just on the spur of the moment. Just before Victoria moved to the HQ, I even went as far as to spend an entire weekend with her, visible pregnancy and all. We continued to keep in touch and do so till today. As can be imagined, due to the pregnancy, I had little opportunity to influence things for Imtiaz, once she had moved to HQ. But with Victoria solidly on his side, as a senior corporate executive, there probably was little reason to use my charms on others in the Canadian team. Our son arrived just as there was talk of a further elevation for Imtiaz. I set myself a killer exercise regimen as soon as humanly possible. There was no reason for me to be out of shape for our next locale, who knew if he would need to rely upon my wiles and body again. He would! ***************************** Louis I The transfer to Pakistan as Commercial Director for the West Asia zone did not take us by too great a surprise. Imtiaz, however, had expected to been sent elsewhere for a year or two prior to being appointed Country Head in our own homeland. Still, to be the top ranked Pakistani, in a major company, and given that Country Heads were relatively transient, allowed us to hope that the next promotion would be sooner, rather than later. As far as businesses went, the market operations were exceedingly simple and responded well to ideas brought from elsewhere, and in this regards Imtiaz was a genius. Within a quarter, some losing brands were divested and others introduced to good responses from local consumers. While Imtiaz had only impacted the last quarter, results in the final three months of the year were sufficient for the company to declare record revenues and a return to profitability. II Work pressures soon began to tell as he seriously laid into the myriad of issues with the Pakistan organization. His honesty, integrity, global knowledge, work ethic and straight forward approach meant that big problems were actually tackled and real results delivered. However, our lovemaking suffered as both his late hours and our son's uneasiness meant we had little time to ourselves. I knew I had to give him sexual release at home, but wondered how to manage things with the baby being so demanding. Things worked out for me when my parents visited Karachi and took the baby and the maid with them to visit with some relatives within the province. This night I would make sure he was well fucked. "You look happy," I remarked on seeing him come in the door. "We turned around the retail division and should be well positioned to deliver volumes promised for next year," he advised me, smiling profusely. "I've got something to make you even happier," I winked and ran up the stairs to the bedroom. Following me, he was surprised not to find the baby in the cot. His surprise was infinitely greater when I stepped out of the attached bathroom wearing a little leather skirt with a hem that extended just a smidgen below my pussy, a black leather bra that barely covered my nipples and knee-high boots, an outfit I had been dying to try out for him for months. I turned to one side and then the other challenging him to detect any stretch marks. He was impressed that less than six months into motherhood, I had regained my figure, and few could say that I was a mother. Our boy, Yusuf, and I had only recently come over to Pakistan, as Imtiaz had gone ahead to enable me to complete post-natal requirements in Canada. Obviously, I had worked hard on aerobics and exercise to regain the taut body I enjoyed flaunting when the opportunity arose. Yusuf had not taken kindly to being in a new environment and we were constantly tending to his needs, forgetting our own passion in the process. Adding to this were the pressures of turning around a declining business. So despite my regenerating good looks, things had been a bit lacking on the lovemaking front. I figured the sexy outfit, and the lascivious looks I was giving Imtiaz as I moved from one piece of furniture to the other in the bedroom, stretching a leg, bending down to let my boobs bulge out, or spreading my legs wide to show him my moistened panty, would give him reason to forget everything but me now and for some part of the extended future. The visible rise in his pants confirmed that I had made a correct assessment. "Yusuf went home with my parents, who out of the blue decided to visit relatives in Karachi and picked him up earlier," I advised, placing my hands on his shoulders, "we should be able to have a nice relaxing evening." Couldn't Have Without Me: Alexa's Narrative With that I pushed him onto the bed, pulled down his pants, turned myself around and lowered my rear onto his very erect penis. My vagina engulfed his cock in an instant and I began to move my body up and down his shaft. The passage was still a bit larger than normal, given recent childbirth, but I was getting the result desired, coming rapidly a number of times. Imtiaz was amazed by my sudden brazenness and putting his hands around my waist began to pull in and out with the same rhythm as mine. Sensing that he was not done, I moved his cock out and repositioned my back so that he could enter my rectum. As I brought my weight down, his cock moved up my tight ass and we were soon bonded to each other. We had not engaged in anal sex with any regularity and I had not really found it enjoyable, though he had raved about it. But today, it was as if this act had turned on all my buttons and the pain of entry was nullified by the joy of the coupling. I kept clenching and loosening my butt cheeks and adding slow friction by slight torso movements. He removed my top and engaged in fondling my sizable breasts as we fucked. It was not long before his ability to hold back evaporated and he shot my load into my behind. We still stayed attached for what seemed an eternity before I pulled up and headed to the showers. If anyone thinks we were done, they would be painfully wrong. Our first wild and wonderful sexual encounter after Yusuf's birth was not going to be a "wham, bam, thank you maam," affair. Imtiaz had fucked me while still dressed for work. After coming out of the shower with a towel around me, I helped him out of his clothes. As he lay down on the bed, I tied his hands and feet to the bed posts using silken cuffs I had brought with me from Canada. He was greatly aroused, but restrained by the ties. I had him to myself for as long as I desired and that could be for a while if his spirit did not flag. Putting on a belly dancers outfit that I had picked up in a novelty store at Halloween, I turned on some music and danced for him for a length of time, getting him sexed up like nothing before. He must have thanked the heavens when I finally discarded one garment after another, there weren't that many to start with anyway, and placed myself over his member. I was oozing fluid and he was hot as hell and probably grown bigger than normal due to the stimulus provided. He struggled with the ropes, but I directed all the traffic the way I wanted, according to the needs of the moment. I rode him for a while, ensuring that I would stop just before he went over the edge. At some point, I got off his body, took his cock into my mouth and finished him off with gusto, swallowing every precious drop that exited his member. Oh yes, we had more encounters that night. Imtiaz was barely able to get up for work; I had run him so ragged. There was no surprise that we ate a really huge breakfast, before he headed to the office, the next morning. We had been too busy enjoying each other to even consider dinner the night before. I figured I had been exactly the right dessert for him! III "Louis mentioned that the company is looking for a General Manager for the North African businesses," I let Imtiaz know one evening on his return from a market visit outside the city. He wondered where and when I would have had the opportunity to get such information from his boss, a Frenchman who had been Country Manager for a bit. I had, of course, met him a few times at company socials and at our Golf Club. He would have been in his mid-fifties, but had kept himself fit. With a certain Mediterranean flair, and not bad looks, he could have passed for ten years younger. "He never said anything to me, when did you see him?" "I ran into him at the pool this evening while you were on your visit to Sukkur," I explained. Our facility was located about 30 miles from the main city and most senior managers had been provided comfortable housing on a management estate adjacent to the office and plant block. The workers and junior staff also had residential arrangements in the vicinity, but without the facilities provided for managers. Tennis and squash courts, a well appointed gym, and a sizable swimming pool were some of the perks available to us. I had taken to swimming most afternoons, before Imtiaz had finished work, and since few of the local ladies were into the activity, I had the pool pretty much to myself. For some reason, Louis had decided to take a swim also that particular day. It was a particularly sunny day and the water was beckoning; a few more weeks and it would be too cold to swim outside. Walking up to the pool he had seen me swimming and could not resist commenting, "Allo Madame, I did not know they had mermaids in this part of the world, and in a pool too!" "Why merci," I responded, "I was not aware that there are guys here who do not know this time is reserved for females to swim." Louis was taken aback a minute, but recovered, "if you will not tell, neither will I, would it not be a nice secret?" "Oh but that is no punishment for the crime committed," I baited him. "In that case, Madame, may I be permitted to make amends by inviting you for cocktails at my house after your swim," he saw an opportunity for good company, "I understand Cher Imtiaz may not be back for a while yet." "Accepted, monsieur, but just one drink only," I let him know, watching a smile spreading on his face, "I still have the baby to deal with and he'll be awake very soon." We ended up having a long conversation, followed by quite a few drinks at his even more palatial home, a hundred yards or so from our place. I was not averse to imbibing alcohol and Louis was glad to have a drinking companion, in an otherwise religiously inclined country, and delighted to be with an absolute babe like me, his much older and not good looking wife having opted to remain in Nice for most of the year. "I hope you did not give the old geezer too much to look at," Imtiaz wondered as I narrated the encounter to him. "Well I had the pink bikini on, since the walls around the pool are high and no one has ever before come there while I have been inside, but I do imagine he got a real eyeful of Alexa all over! "I hope you were not topless," he was not so sure about those high walls, and was relieved to get a negative response from me. There was no way I would have gone topless in that environment, the bikini was risqué enough. On the other hand, the bikini was almost transparent and I imagine that Louis did get to see virtually all of me, but I reasoned there was no cause to bother Imtiaz with unnecessary detail. "He told me that he is interested in staying for another term in Karachi, since he is getting close to retirement, and likes it here, but management has been offering him a General Manager post in Africa." "That position would not be bad at all, three of the last five General Managers there have gone on to the global board," Imtiaz advised me, sending my mind spinning. IV Louis was in a really jovial mood. His request to extend his stay in Pakistan had been approved. The Africa position had not yet become common knowledge amongst management aspirants, so was potentially open for Imtiaz to declare his interest. The cook had thrown together a magnificent spread and we joined other senior managers and their spouses in the celebration. Though he was chatting cheerily with many of the ladies present, Louis kept gravitating back to me throughout the event. His attentions were certainly aided by the fact that I was dressed in designer jeans and a sleeveless blouse that did not exactly hide my cleavage, whereas all the other ladies were in conservative shalwar kameez. Obviously this mode of dress and the evident flirtation with Louis was causing many of the other attendees to give me strange looks, but I could not give a damn about what anyone else thought. "You looked a lot nicer in the bikini, Alexa," Louis let me know in a low voice. "Oh, I am sure I did," I whispered back, blowing a little kiss his way. "But you still are the best sight here, cheri," he confessed with a little laugh. "Oh, I am sure I am," I quipped in return, getting a wink from him. An announcement that dinner was ready curtailed the banter and soon the group was seated around the already set tables. The group divided itself with the more conservative taking the side seating, while the liberal ones joined Louis in snuffing out a few bottles of spirits at the main table. He made a point of leading me to the chair next to his and took every opportunity during dinner to touch my hand, thigh or other parts of my body as we both consumed a fair bit of liquor. After dinner the group broke into more informal sets and Louis naughtily lounged about in the sitting rooms, mostly with the lady folk enjoying dessert and coffee, while many of the men had gone out for a smoke or breather. I had repaired to the powder room and on my return found that no seats were available. Pakistan is not the kind of place known for male chivalry and none were made available by the few guys sitting around. Louis's naughty streak surfaced and he declared, "It's fairly close to Christmas, would any of the ladies want to sit on Santa's lap and ask for a gift?" The group went silent as most of the guests were horrified by what may happen next. This sort of freedom was not exactly kosher in the country, but the foreign boss could be forgiven for his indiscretion. I, however, sensed an opportunity to make my point and, not being one to give a damn about the local ladies, sat down on his left knee and thigh, thereby avoiding full contact with his privates. The looks on the faces of the others were of abject horror. Even Imtiaz was in a state of uncertainty. I had to gain the support of the boss but hoped that Imtiaz also had faith in his me and my actions on his behalf. Apparently his belief in me won out and I knew I could stop things if they went into uncharted directions. "Okay Santa," I demanded, pressing down on his leg and brushing his crotch "what present do you have for me?" Had he planned this in advance, Louis may have had something in mind. For an off-the-cuff act on his part and mine, he did not know how to proceed. "Uh, well, yes, what does your little heart desire?" he boomed in a Santa voice. I put my mouth next to his ear and whispered what I wanted to him. He thought about the request for a bit and in French conveyed, "that is going to be tough; you surely must have something else in mind?" I made an effort about thinking some more, made a why not gesture and whispered something else into his ear. Imtiaz had worked his way to one side of the armchair and could see that Louis had slipped his hand into my jeans and was massaging the top of my buttocks. A back and forth chat ensued between Louis and myself in the same hushed tones for a bit and in French also so the others could not get a hint of what was going on. Louis tried but could not get his hand further down the back of my pants. "C'est bon! That's possible, consider it done," he announced, his fingers concurrently pinching the top of my left ass cheek. Apparently both of us were in agreement. "Super, and quicker than later," I tweeted as one of his fingers traced its way down the crack of my ass with my edging forward and allowing him a few millimetres of added operating space. "Let's seal things with a kiss," he upped the ante and speaking English, his hand now moving under and up the blouse and feeling my back. This was really not expected in Pakistani society, but given that I had Louis where I wanted, the immediate price was nothing that fazed me, just a little peck that could not hurt. Our lips connected for a brief second or two, but more than enough time to generate a lifetime's worth of scandal among the locals. I hopped off and went up to Imtiaz. His arm instinctively went around my waist as if he had recovered what was rightfully his. "Anyone else have a wish for Santa?" Louis asked but there were no takers. That was the signal for the party to break up. V We barely made it through the door of the house when I pulled Imtiaz onto the carpet in the living room. Neither of us cared about the sleeping child upstairs or the nanny that may be awake next to him. I was charged, my tits erect as ever and pussy sopping wet. Our clothes were discarded in a flash and I could not wait for Imtiaz to get on top and insert his cock into me. As he pushed in and pulled out, I began to sigh, moan and then shriek. I guess the episode with Louis really had my blood pressure pumping and libido racing. "Begum Sahiba, kya huwa hai (Madame, what has happened)?" the nanny asked from upstairs. "Kucch nahin, bacchay ka khayal karo aur darwaza band kar ke so jao (Its nothing, see to the baby, close the door and go to sleep)," Imtiaz ordered. The nanny complied without another word, obviously in the know that he was giving the Begum Sahiba (me) a fucking for the memory books. Pushing him off, I went towards the patio door and walked into the back garden stark naked. Imtiaz followed me and thankfully, Karachi in December not being too cold, had no issue re-entering my pussy as I lay on the freshly cut grass. "You know there may be guards and servants around, who could see us," he warned as our bodies came together again. "Oh forget it, most of them have seen me in my swimwear while at the pool, so what if they get a bit more to look at, you are the one fucking me, not them!" While the pool walls were indeed high, the guard towers around the estate were higher and often, just as I went to swim, the number of guards on duty would multiply significantly. On one hand this was an unnecessary show of flesh for the riff raff, on the other their presence meant that if Louis was at the pool he would have to behave like a gentleman. Imtiaz began to thrust in and out and I wrapped my legs tight around his torso limiting his stroke. He fought to loosen my grip, but I turned him over and came atop. Knees bent at the side, I started to ride his dick, letting him feel my breasts. Frequently I would bring my mouth down to his so we could kiss deeply. Taking an opportunity he rolled me over and pinned my arms down on either side with his hands. I bucked and he increased his speed of penetration. We both came massively. Thankfully I had just completed my period and was in my 'safe' days, so there was less cause for concern. He lay down on me, catching his breath after the intense exercise. As far as I was concerned only the first salvo in a long campaign had been fired and there was much more to do to break down all resistance! "Should we go in," he suggested, clearly not willing to chance a watchman on duty. I could care less but played along by walking back towards the patio. Instead of going inside, I grabbed the top of a rattan armchair that was lying outside on the patio, bent down so my breasts touched the woodwork and offered my rear to him. Imtiaz did not need further invitation and, after some difficulty in lubricating his cock with whatever was leaking from my vagina, entered my ass. This time it was a painful fuck, but I was not going to stop him from the obvious enjoyment he was receiving. Biting my lip and holding back the tears, I urged him to be rough. He was and for quite a while, but I let him reach his climax regardless of the agony I was in. Thankfully he ejaculated into my rear just as I was going to pass out from the pain and exertion. Imtiaz pulled out and almost on the dot the morning call to prayer rent the silence. Holding me around the waist, he suddenly grabbed my legs and had me in his arms. Our tongues were busy interacting as he carried me inside. I jumped off at the stairway and ran up to draw a bath. We got in, obviously needy with all the grass and bodily fluids sticking to us. As we lounged in the tub, he recalled the Santa incident and queried me about it. "Louis has promised to recommend you to the company for the Africa position; I figured I might as well ask for something meaningful if I was getting into his lap," I confessed. "Did he agree without conditions?" Imtiaz was rightly concerned. "Well, he wondered if some further benefits could be attached for him." "And what would these be?" he probed. "Oh he would love to get into my pants, what else would you think?" "So what did you decide upon?" He was keen to know and perhaps ready to ask me to desist if need be. "We will have occasional meetings at the pool till your position is announced officially," I provided some details, "and I will wear my sexiest swimwear." Imtiaz did not look too concerned. While he figured it could be a few weeks before he got promoted, the deal did not sound too bad to him. "I will also have drinks or meals with him once in a while, probably when you are on market visits, but there will be no added benefits other than my very pleasant company, till your new post is confirmed." "That sounds okay," he sounded relieved that I had managed to get him a leg up further than his good work had already taken him to, and without any real cost attached. It was then that I dropped the bombshell, "I did agree that once your position is announced, I will spend a weekend with him in Murree. Louis has a nice cottage and would both love to show it to me and also fuck me there." "How could you?" he was in shock. Not only had I agreed to have sex with the man, I would be traveling across the country to do so. "Oh come now, agreeing to something and actually following up on it are mutually exclusive," I responded, "let's focus on your career for now and we will worry about next steps when you are promoted." "You did ask him for something else first, did you not?" he remembered Louis had balked at my initial request. "That was easy, I suggested he leave Pakistan now and put you in charge, something I knew he could never do," I giggled and indicated I wanted Imtiaz to finger me as we soaked in the diminishing warmth of the bath. "And so he had to agree to my real request that you be recommended for Africa!" I let the cat out of the bag just as Imtiaz got me off again, this time with his probing fingers. VI Six weeks later, coinciding with the arrival of the Regional CEO for the annual general meeting, his promotion to General Manager of the African businesses was announced. Most folks had seen the work he had done on reviving the brands in Pakistan and did not consider his out of step rise with suspicion. Others, mostly those in the Karachi office, obviously had different, more apt, points of view on the matter. The company had taken a two-step approach, appointing him Acting GM, for a limited period, after which the position would be formalized. As we lounged in bed, killing off a bottle of champagne that Louis had graciously sent over the day of the announcement, Imtiaz wondered what I would do about the trip to Murree that now seemed at hand. The position had been announced a few days earlier and he was concerned about when payment would be due. "Oh, you can forget about that," I informed him with an indifferent shrug. "So you are not going through with your end?" he enquired. "That is not the case," I explained, "apparently his wife received a few anonymous letters, obviously from someone here, telling her that he has been in the company of a beautiful woman, who meets him at the pool and often goes to his house wearing rather short clothes." I knew that he could relate to anonymous letters, having found many addressed to him and complaining about some subordinate or the other. Also some of his own people had sent similar notes to the senior managers at the regional and head offices regarding his abilities. As this was a common occurrence in places like India and Pakistan, most of these missives were completely ignored. Louis's wife, however, was getting these for the first time and had already been concerned about her husband's long absences from France and then decision to remain in Pakistan. Couldn't Have Without Me: Alexa's Narrative "His wife reaches Islamabad tomorrow; they are going to have a few days in Murree before she comes here to settle till he retires." "Did he just find out?" he was confused. "Let's say he found out just around the time your elevation was announced." "Has he not asked you to settle up before she arrives and we leave?" "He wondered if I could not see him a couple of days ago right here, while you were visiting Multan, but luckily I was having my period and managed to postpone things!" The transfer to Africa took place within the week. At the farewell dinner, I shook hands with Louis in a very ladylike way, given the hawkish presence of his wife, who may or may not have harboured suspicions regarding my involvement with her husband, even foregoing an expected peck to his cheek. I never fucked him, though Imtiaz may have felt I might have kept the bargain if the need arose and perhaps I would have. The price Louis received, for his support, had been my excellent company, which was certainly worthwhile. Louis had generally acted the gentleman while at the pool and in his home; at least that is what I had told Imtiaz. I advised Imtiaz that I had acceded to only two requests as Louis waited to collect his reward: to let him see me topless a few times, usually in the shortest of shorts but never totally nude despite much cajoling; and to accept a hello and a goodbye kiss when we did get together. I mentioned that Louis had asked for a blowjob, the day that management had agreed to his recommendation but I had stood firm, even drawing the line at using my hand to relieve his urge until all details had first been taken care off. The reality was not too far off the mark. VII Louis had tried to charm my pants off the very first time we met at the pool and went to his house for a drink. He could not take his eyes of my visage as we talked. He had led me to his patio, which was quite sunny and suggested I sit there in my swimsuit and let him enjoy the scene so he could have memories of the Riviera! It was an outrageous request, since we had just come from the pool, which would have been a more Riviera-esque setting. But I was wearing only a bathrobe over the bathing suit, and since my ego was piqued by the compliment, I made his day by dropping the outer garment, walking around him to let him see me all about, and lounging down on the proffered deck chair. Following the Xmas party, the ante had been raised significantly, given that he had my promise to fuck him when Imtiaz was promoted. The next time I had gone over, he showed me the letter he had written requesting the transfer and I had felt obliged to reward him with a kiss him on both cheeks. He had taken a risk and added a peck on my lips that time. Since I had not objected, he kissed me deeper a second time till I had pushed him back after our tongues had intertwined for a bit. Louis kept getting friendlier as did I and, after he had plied me with a few drinks he showed me some card tricks. Louis made things somewhat interesting by suggesting wagers, and I played along. Expectedly he ensured I lost the wager made, obliging me to lift the bra for a moment and let him take a quick peek at my breasts. Though I lost a subsequent wager, I did not untie the bikini bottom to let him catch a glimpse of my pussy, giving him another, albeit a bit longer, look at my tits in lieu, before grabbing my stuff and hurrying home. When we met for the third time at his place, I had not heard of any further development and slyly he had suggested some bolder action on my part to ensure he remained committed. While clearly he wanted to get into my pants, for the time being I accepted to be topless. Louis took great pleasure in removing my blouse and bra, and fondling my boobs in the process. We followed this process for a few trysts, the odd French kiss and torso strip not bothering me too much, but keeping his interest very high. Just as I was hoping for positive news, Louis showed me a letter from management indicating general agreement to the transfer, but needing confirmation from his side about his ability to handle the local business without Imtiaz. I knew that this required a further and major move on my part. I reminded Louis that I was committed to going to Murree with him and catering to his every desire there, whether vaginal, anal or oral, but he was keen on some of the dues being paid forward. We got over this hurdle with my stripping totally naked, allowing him general access to my body short of fucking my cunt, ass or mouth, and giving him a hand job. I figured he may want his cock sucked also, but held off committing to that. Louis, delighted by the prospect of my total nudity and relative sexual availability, undressed me momentarily, laid me down on his dining table, letting my legs dangle over the side, kissing me deeply and passionately for some time as he bent down over me. He pulled up a chair between my legs and sat on it, then started to access my cunt with his fingers. Raising my legs over his shoulders, after he had fingered me for quite a while, he went to work with his mouth. Louis was amazing at sucking me off and also his fingers had unusual dexterity. After he made me orgasm a number of times, I had no issues jacking him off or sharing the shower following the sex play. At our very next encounter, Louis led me straight to the bedroom, removing my garments as we walked across the hallway. I stretched out naked, this time on his bed, and expected him to suck me again. Instead, he decided to take chances and suddenly came atop, pinning me down. His intent clearly was to fuck me and he would have succeeded in the rape of sorts except for something that I had not mentioned to him. My mother had enrolled me in karate classes at a young age, and by the time I was married I carried a third degree black belt. Waiting for the right opportunity, I acted resigned and stopped pushing him away, concurrently positioning my body to surprise him. Just as he had figured success was at hand, with his cock actually beginning to penetrate the folds of my vagina, he found himself getting up groggily after landing unceremoniously on the floor courtesy of a move involving my knees and arms. He wondered how I had tossed him off so easily. The truth about my martial arts prowess, with a further arm bar and choke hold for added effect, were enough to make him behave and ask for forgiveness. Since I still needed him on our side and given that I had enjoyed being fingered and sucked by him previously, he did not go altogether empty handed that time. Following his profuse apologies, we kissed, he sucked, he fingered, and I jacked him all over his bed, letting him know that I kept my bargains but was not one to be pushed around. Luckily Imtiaz received word of his promotion direct from the head office soon after, Louis had been holding off the news for a few days to get my commitment first. At out final tryst prior to the announcement, Louis tried very hard to get my agreement to have sex right there, the announcement being a mere formality according to him and Murree not quite being the idyllic spot he had earlier made it out to be. Even if I might have acquiesced, my period had intervened. He was insistent about a blow job instead, but I teasingly stood my ground, threatening to not give him a hand job either. A bird in hand is usually better and his bird ultimately in my hand was the correct result since he was not going to suck me in the condition I was in. I found later about why he was so antsy and eager about fucking me then. Louis had mentioned that he was headed to the regional team meeting overseas the same night. But more to the point I was happy to learn that his wife was due in Pakistan, almost concurrent with his return. That would put a definite end to our meetings, and nix plans for Murree, and he was really bummed about this. VIII "So who do you think sent the letter to the wife?" Imtiaz was thankful to the person. "Let's just avoid speculation, I figure it was someone who did not want him pawing me all over!" I let him have a half-truth, not having fucked Louis but certainly having allowed him to feel me up rather intimately and plenty of times. The idea of getting the French wife involved had come to my mind a few months earlier when Imtiaz had been flustered about someone in his team having sent an anonymous complaint about the increased hiring of females into the company, thus suggesting that my husband was benefiting sexually. While no one at the head office had taken things seriously, having received hundreds of such missives over past decades, and Imtiaz was unhappy for a while, I knew I had a weapon of sorts. I had found the home address for Louis from the French stamped envelopes at his home. Writing a few letters, implying his infidelity, and he certainly was guilty of cheating on his wife, was not a stretch. Though I had hoped for a quick result, and it took a few letters for things to register with his wife, the writing paid off just in time and prevented my going off with him to Murree a few days later, idyllic spot or not. Was I guilty of infidelity, perhaps, but not of the kind that would have hurt my dearest husband. We learned afterwards that Louis's wife despised the country and went back home within a few weeks. At his subsequent parties, other wives learning of Imtiaz's elevation and seeking the same for their spouses were more than happy to let him play Santa Claus, many even switching to Western modes of dress. From what we heard since, in the additional years he stayed on in Karachi, Louis managed to fuck all but two of the senior management wives and also had his fill of the goodies from amongst the lower ranks. To our knowledge, however, none of the husbands ever achieved any significant career progress, given that he had so many cunts to choose from and so few positions to assign their associated cocks to! ***************************** Mahmoud I Africa was a lot tougher than Pakistan to manage. Travel around the continent was difficult, corruption was rampant, and there were loads of other issues. Though Imtiaz was managing to meet targets and keep his reputation as a "can-do" person, the effort was taking a toll on us. Still, he was certain that with all the changes he had made and plans implemented, the business was on the verge of take-off. The company had gone ahead with his confirmation in the new position and this certainly had added to expectations, there not being too many GMs around at his fairly young age. I had taken to the continent, and our base in Nairobi, with gusto. In no time, I was well known in local, expat, government and consular circles. I kept throwing parties that got bigger by the day and was often seen in society magazine pages. Not yet 30, I had ensured that my looks and figure remained striking. In Kenya I seemed to have truly found myself and had tons of friends, whereas my husband's circle was limited mostly to office folk and a few Pakistanis settled in the country. Yusuf liked Africa much better and having started playschool was happy with new friends and things to do outside of home. The pressure of work had reduced Imtiaz's libido significantly and I had chided him a few times for this. "Honey, if you can't give me satisfaction, you may find me in the arms of a nice hulking dark guy one of these days, getting my needs cared for," I playfully threatened. But 14-hour days, with weekends often on the job, meant that there was precious little that was driving him towards appreciating me. The belly dancer outfit or the black leather skirt did not get a meaningful response from him. I was concerned most deeply when even the green lingerie and gold heels that Victoria had so admired and I had used to good effect with Imtiaz before had no apparent impact. II The solution to my problem arrived sooner than I expected and from a most unusual source. I had gotten to know Imtiaz's personal secretary, Tabitha, pretty well, first from his office and then from the social circuit. Tabitha was quite light skinned, having a Kenyan father but a Dutch mother. This gave us much in common, both being half-European. I had complained to Tabitha about my workload and the effect it was having on our love life. Tabitha confessed that she had been having non-exclusive relationships with a couple of guys in the office, surprisingly neither being too concerned about the other. It was much later that I discovered both had a significant other at their respective tribal villages, away from Nairobi and Tabitha was happy to have two men tending to her needs, enabling her to remain single. This sort of explained why she was also quite popular on the single's circuit, a light-skinned and pretty female who was open to being open! We had worked on a plan that Tabitha came up with, involving the two guys and a significant bit of deception. I did, however, have the upfront understanding that I may not fully be on the menu for the guys should things progress nicely or into unknown directions. After all, I was the boss's wife. The opportunity to put the plan into place materialized at the Christmas Party. Imtiaz was preoccupied with business results and had left me at the party, since a number of calls had to be made to offices in Europe and North America. I had assured him that it would not be an issue to get a ride back home; after all I did have three persons to assist me. Goco, the marketing assistant, and Charles, who was in finance, joined Tabitha and myself to rush back home by 10 p.m. Within half an hour we had set the scene and steadied ourselves with a couple of shots of strong liquor each. It was about 10:30 p.m. when Imtiaz walked into the house. The maid quickly handed him a cold drink, bid him goodbye and went home, a look of wonderment on her old face about what was happening at home. I had excused the other servants also to ensure things were private between participants. Imtiaz was surprised when a strong light came on in the family room. He was intrigued to see that a heavy white sheet was stretched across, preventing him access to the other side. "Take a seat, dear, and make yourself comfortable," I suggested from the other side of the screen. As he did so, he noted a female form silhouetted on the screen. Remembering that I had been wearing a nice knee length dress and heels and had my hair in some sort of bun contraption, he figured I was up to something. What we were hoping was that Imtiaz would imagine his wife in a ménage a trios. Instead it was Tabitha, dressed like me and participating in the activity. I smartly stayed to one side, talking to and directing Imtiaz. "Be with you in a moment, just keep watching," I let him know. A minute or so later, as some soft music came on, he saw the same figure return to the screen, swaying suggestively. As he settled in, he was surprised to see two other figures, tall and manly also enter and begin to dance with her. After a bit, one of the men brought his mouth to hers and the other began to rub his crotch against her behind. "What in the world?" Imtiaz barked. "Just stay where you are," I ordered him, not wanting him to come over too quickly. Within a few moments, the female form changed her position to kiss the other man and get fondled by the first. Imtiaz could not believe I was getting it on with two other guys. On one hand, it was rather disturbing, on the other, he seemed to be getting incredibly aroused. Somehow he sat and viewed the scene as the men disrobed the female form slowly, showing each of her garments to him through the screen as they took them off. The dress, her bra and her panties were all off and, as they were tossed over the screen to his side he could see these were the very clothes I was wearing at the party. The men also lost their clothes in no time. Imtiaz was getting antsy but I tersely commanded him to stay seated. A chair appeared out of nowhere and the female form bent forward, bringing her face over the back as her hands held on to it. One man, in front of her, began to play with her hair and rubbed his very large cock on her face. The other started to finger her from behind, getting her juiced up for entry. "Hope you like what you see, just keep watching," I stressed, just as he was thinking it was about time to interfere. He gave up and sat down to see what finally transpired. As expected, the guy behind soon had his cock buried in the female's pussy, her sizable heels allowing him access without unnaturally bending. The one in front took his cue and held her head as his cock entered her mouth. Soon they both had a nice rhythm going. She seemed to be enjoying the treatment and her body quivered as she hit orgasm after orgasm. The man behind came first and his first act on pulling out was to remove a bulging condom from his prick. This should have given some level of comfort to Imtiaz. What may not have made him too happy, however, was that the second person did not take off a sheath after he was done; he had been in her mouth uncovered and she swallowed everything as he came. A glass of liquid appeared from somewhere and she took a few swallows to clean out her mouth. The person who had come in her mouth now seemed to be putting on a condom. He sat down on the chair and she mounted him, her ass coming over his cock. In a moment, she had managed to get his manhood inside her. As she bent forward, the other man now was able to put his cock in her mouth. It took a while for the acts to complete and once again she swallowed down the come in her mouth. "I hope you liked that and if you continue to treat me with indifference, this is exactly what I will have to do," I promised from behind the curtain. With that the harsh light was replaced with normal ones around the room and the curtain in between was removed. Imtiaz was wide-eyed and nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw Goco on the chair and Charles standing to the side. In Goco's lap, still sweaty from the workout was not me, but Tabitha, who was wearing heels that were similar to mine and one of my wigs to create the effect. Standing a bit further away and wearing another party dress, I soaked in the scene. As reality sank in to Imtiaz and a smile of appreciation lit up his face, I let my dress drop to the floor. "Let's not talk now," I suggested, my right arm coming around Charles's waist and pulling him towards the master bedroom, "let's see where things take us tonight." Imtiaz agreed wordlessly and followed the four of us still not comprehending exactly what had happened, who had been involved, and why. III As it was, I did not have vaginal or anal sex with either of the guys and Imtiaz did not get into Tabitha's honey pot either. We did have a king sized bed and all five of us did manage to find a place on it and involve ourselves in pleasuring each other. Charles, Goco and Tabitha were already threadbare and I had dropped my dress, leaving just some skimpies on my body. Tabitha decided to give Imtiaz a hand with his clothes. Goco came up behind me and undid my bra; concurrently Charles was on his knees and pulling down my panties from the front. I shuddered in anticipation as their hands caressed my body while totally disrobing me. Tabitha led Imtiaz to the bed and let him lie down. Holding one hand each, the guys directed me over his cock, but with my rear facing him. My husband's dick was soon firmly stuck in my cunt. Tabitha lay down next to Imtiaz, French kissing him as his fingers probed her pussy. Goco and Charles sat down on either side of Imtiaz's legs, thereby facing me. They began alternately kissing my mouth and body and massaging my breasts. I began to move up and down on Imtiaz's cock. At the same time, I reached out and grabbed both the other penises in the room, rubbing my hands over them. Imtiaz came rather quick, having been turned on by the entire episode, while I had multiple orgasms. The two guys took a while coming, but they spurted almost in unison onto my torso. Couldn't Have Without Me: Alexa's Narrative Disentangling me from Imtiaz, the guys placed me face up on the bed. Somehow they had secured warmed hand towels with which they cleaned me off. While I was spread-eagled on the bed, they proceeded to bring me off by sucking and fingering my pussy and it was a rare moment when I was not kissing one of them, receiving a body rub or getting serviced at the other end. Imtiaz sat down at the edge of the bed to receive a most satisfying blowjob from Tabitha, who jokingly wondered whether she could also provide a similar service in the office. With the bed relatively empty, Charles and Goco sandwiched me, letting me lie sideways between them, continuing their ministrations. From time to time, I would face Charles and let Goco be towards my back; then I would reverse direction to give Goco access to my mouth. Since Imtiaz did not make any effort on mounting Tabitha, it did not seem correct for me to have vaginal intercourse with the guys either, though I did let them place their dicks between my legs, so we could mutually feel the heat, without getting them into either of my private orifices. Imagine that while we were extremely intimate, the fellows may have been looking for a direct go-ahead sign from me first rather than assuming I was ready to be humped. Getting none overtly, they were happy with whatever I was comfortable doing with them. Furthermore, the episode was designed to get Imtiaz into me, and that may have inhibited a further move by both guys and even Tabitha. One by one, the three guests exited, leaving Imtiaz and me to make passionate love a couple more times before we went to sleep very satisfied. "Report in sick," I suggested when we awoke. Since we had revived our intimacy in style, and it had been a wild night, Imtiaz uncharacteristically complied. During the day I heard that Goco, Charles and Tabitha had also called in unwell and given that most managers were gone, and others were still hung over from the night before, the office shut down early. I had given the servants the morning off and since Yusuf was off to playschool for a few hours, we were alone. I sat Imtiaz down at the kitchen table and proceeded to prepare breakfast, just in my panties. Every few moments, I would leave the preparation and come to him with butter, jam or yogurt on my tits, needing no explanation for him but to lick the goodies off. Imtiaz ultimately was human and the sexual temperature was raised so high, he could not hold back anymore. The next time I approached him with a condiment on my boobs he simply bent me over the kitchen table and rammed his cock into my pussy from behind, just pulling the flimsy panty fabric aside. It had been ages since we had enjoyed each other more than once in a twenty-four hour period and so the energy and stamina he displayed and the eagerness with which he fucked me, endorsed the effort that had been made by the team of conspirators. Tears of appreciation came to my eyes and I thanked my stars that his love for me had not diminished, rather it had been dormant till fully awakened. As he finished, I lay down on the table mindless of whatever dishes or food were on it. He sat down close to me and our discussion came around to the happenings of the night before. He confessed he was concerned that I was fucking the two local guys before he realized the set up. However, he also let me know that once things had cleared up, it was kind of fun for all of us to have been intimate together. I ribbed him about getting a hard on for Tabitha, but frankly it would have been impossible for any man to not be turned on by a rather attractive female like her, particularly if naked and in the throes of passion. I cleverly did not give a definite yea or nay on whether the guys had also pushed my buttons the right way, but he seemed to understand that I did not mind what went on between them and me. To be frank, the results of this encounter were better than desired. It was at least three months before Imtiaz put in another 14 hour day. Meanwhile Tabitha, who had been the assistant to other GMs before, developed an even stronger friendship with me, giving me inside scoops on corporate happenings that may have not been clear to others, including my husband. Needless to say, Tabitha, Charles and Goco all received sizable year-end bonuses and were in line for promotions in the near future. Their silence ensured the possibility of reprising the experience in future and the potential to be rewarded even more! IV "Mr. Mahmoud is quite religiously motivated," Tabitha advised me about the Divisional President, who was visiting from head office. "What does that mean?" I queried, "is he an ayatollah or something like that?" "No, he's not a fanatic, but he has some interesting quirks," Tabitha let on. "Does he not like females?" I wondered. "Well, let's say, when you do meet him at the company reception, try to wear something that accentuates how nice your ass and legs are," Tabitha suggested, knowing well that I had worked hard on getting a perfect model's figure. I took Tabitha's advice, opting for clingy black leather pants that appeared melded to my body and accentuated my tight ass. With high heeled sandals, my lovely legs looked even more shaped. The shimmering gold blouse I wore, if looked at just correct, was transparent enough to allow my braless breasts to be seen. Though wearing rather minimal jewellery, I knew I was going to make a serious impression on the boss. "We are certainly very proud of the significant achievements from Imtiaz and his team," Mr. Mahmoud let the select folks know at dinner in the Hilton Hotel in downtown Nairobi. As hoped, the changes put in place during the first six months of Imtiaz's tenure had begun to pay off. The results for the third year, he had been in charge, were significantly ahead of targets and cemented his reputation in the company even more. There was already some talk of his next move, to a Vice-Presidential post at the head office, reporting to the CEO, and a seat on the internal board. "Imtiaz, keep the good work up and you can expect real rewards in some time," Mahmoud had pulled him aside and was offering advice, "of course in board management matters, it is important to have a few people on your side." Lucky for us, Victoria, who remained great friends with me had continued her upwards movement and landed on the board as President for North America. If somehow, Mahmoud could also throw his support to Imtiaz, the position was in his grasp. I walked up and chided them for talking shop during a social event. I could see that Mahmoud was drinking my visage in. Furthermore, as suggested by Tabitha, I kept bending over to pick up something or turning away so that my very fine rear was the centre of attraction. I could see that Mahmoud had certainly noticed me, my legs, and most of all, my ass. Since by rule, I was seated next to him at dinner, it was easy for Mahmoud to pick up a conversation with me. His attention had been totally diverted by my dress and posing and he did not appear too keen on talking with others at the table. Just as Louis had gravitated to my side in Pakistan, Mahmoud's attention was fixated on me. I was wondering when and how things may take a further turn and did not have to wait long. Just as Imtiaz was getting into the party, his phone began to ring continuously. Would you believe that there was an issue with unions in Nigeria, and he had to get to the office and teleconference with the West Africa team and negotiators? I was not too happy that Imtiaz had to exit, but Mahmoud suggested that I should stay at the party as the official host. If the issue was handled quickly, Imtiaz would rejoin us, otherwise he would get home later at night. I had a sneaking suspicion that Mahmoud may have arranged the crisis but had no way of confirming the same. It did not take long for Mahmoud to pull me aside and ask me, almost point blank, if Imtiaz and I were ready to make the needed sacrifices and alliances to help his next elevation. Though results were very good, Mahmoud indicated that without added propulsion through support of other senior executives like him, the next position may not materialize for another three to five years! "And what do Imtiaz and I need to do to move the timeline up much faster?" I was literally led to ask. "Oh Imtiaz firstly needs to continue the good job he is doing here," Mahmoud responded and that did make sense. "And," I probed further. "He needs to get further on the good side of those who will godfather his rise," Mahmoud continued. "How does he do that?" I did not believe Mahmoud's direct reply, "he does that by keeping an open mind about certain liberties that might be asked of his better half!" Perhaps I should have tossed my drink into his face, but that would have nixed all chance for any promotion in the near future. I had to play things so that that I could get my cake and eat it too. "Could you excuse me a few moments while I visit the powder room," I politely excused myself, "I will be back very shortly to continue our talk." He had a conqueror's smile on his face as I found Tabitha and pulled her into the powder room with me. "What do I do?" I sought her help. For the strangest reason, while such a direct invite and straight path to what I wanted should have been easily taken, somehow I was creeped out by Mahmoud. His leery looks and the way he always seemed to be checking out my behind were bothering me. "He wants to fuck me in the ass, does he not?" Tabitha's head shake confirmed the feeling that I would have to do something that I had even found a bit tough with Imtiaz. As I thought of a way out, even considering the prospect of Imtiaz spending the next few years at the current level, Tabitha again came up with a workable plan. "I am headed home to get things ready," I let Mahmoud know as I left the event, "please join me after an hour so everything is managed." V It was nearly midnight when Imtiaz returned and found me in the living room, wearing a scant negligee. With a finger on my lips I indicated he should be quiet. He imagined that Yusuf had issues going to sleep. I pulled him out on to the apartment balcony and whispered, "Mahmoud is in the bedroom." He took a look at me and his face immediately expressed the question on his lips. "No, no, he has not been with me, but he certainly thinks he is." "I don't understand," was all the reply he could muster. "Do you remember our little orgy a few months ago," I reminded him. "We really had you thinking that I was screwing Goco and Charles. "I recall that it was Tabitha and that we had a jolly good time later." "It's Tabitha in there with him tonight, we do have very similar profiles and sizes and since our deception worked once, we gave it a second shot." I told Imtiaz that Mahmoud had advised me how I could help in securing the next promotion. On one hand, I had been somewhat intimate with others towards the same end. On the other, all those episodes had involved a first move on my part, whereas Mahmoud was coming on too strong. I was also concerned when he had said that given his Afghan Shia upbringing, he did not really want to break taboos through vaginal sex, but wanted to fuck my very pretty ass. I had realized then what Tabitha had meant about his "religious motivation" but was not in the mood to let him butt fuck me. Luckily Tabitha and I had recalled the episode earlier and had been able to recreate a simlar illusion. Tabitha had left the party with me, in time to get home and prepare. She had already benefited from our friendship and this was something she was quite ready to help with. She remained out of sight as Mahmoud arrived about an hour after we did, while I prepared the initial groundwork and acceded to some foreplay. I had welcomed Mahmoud and indulged in small talk, till his patience began to run out, since he had no way of knowing how long Imtiaz would be involved with the "crisis" in Nigeria that he had engineered to keep my husband away from home. I had already ensured he had taken plenty of alcohol at the party and the doubles I fixed at home were even more potent. Mahmoud was quite inebriated and ready to go. To ensure things went off well, I began by sitting next to him on the sofa, still in my party outfit, allowing him to paw and kiss me for a while. Before long, as his eagerness grew, I removed the blouse, letting him suck my tits. Suggesting that he disrobe in the bedroom, which had the lights very dimmed, I told him I would be back in something more comfortable. He was naked and under the covers in a flash, when the lights totally turned off, leaving the room dark. I already had Tabitha waiting, in lingerie, in the side room. She sashayed up to Mahmoud, entered the bed, and was soon engaged in deep kissing and disrobing. His senses, dulled by the liquor, did not allow him to realize the switch, in his mind he was in bed with me. Tabitha stayed in there for more than two hours. Meanwhile I first waited and then kept Imtiaz with me in the living room when he returned from the office. I had already changed into the negligee and thong when Imtiaz had arrived. Around 2 in the morning, Tabitha came out to the living area, still nude, and advised us that Mahmoud was in the shower and planning to leave soon. So far he had not figured things out. It meant that I would have to act a bit more before he departed. Tabitha and Imtiaz hid behind a curtain. Naughtily, she began to stroke his cock. That must have made it tough for Imtiaz to keep himself hidden, while being entertained. Mahmoud came out all refreshed and his arms went around me. I returned the kiss, trying to ignore my revulsion at the fact that his hands were again exploring my body. "You were awesome, it is too bad I have to return tomorrow," he let me know. "And what can I expect in return?" I asked point blank. "You can assume my support to Imtiaz and it would be nice to have you in the vicinity of the headquarters!" The bastard was planning ahead and knew he had a good thing in hand. "Oh, I'd like that," I whispered to him, giving him a final peck. Turning just as he exited the door, he asked if he could have my negligee as a souvenir. Knowing I could not refuse, and apparently without hesitation though unhappy with the act, I pulled it off, letting him soak in my nudity, and handed it over while blowing a kiss. Though I was literally threadbare, he still looked down questioningly at the thong that covered almost nothing. I understood immediately, let it drop to the ground, picked it up with one heeled foot and extended my leg towards him. He put the panty into his pocket and his hands strayed over my leg. Sitting himself down, he put my leg over his left shoulder, lifting me on my toes as I hung on in the doorway, and licked my pussy for a few moments. "Too bad, Alexa, I would have loved to fuck your vagina, but my morality prohibits me from it while I am happily married!" I wondered which reality he existed in given that he had not worried about his morality while dipping his dick into the rear of someone other than his wife, but put it down to strange Afghan or Iranian practices. Tabitha and Imtiaz held their breath and I managed my nerves as he stood up and, pulling me into the very public lobby, turned me around. He brought his crotch up and rubbed it vigorously against my bare ass. If he pulled out his dick and wanted more, I would not have been able to do anything about it. Age, however, is a great equalizer and having come twice inside Tabitha, he could not get another rise. Thankfully he decided not to return inside and wait for seconds, but headed for the stairs. We all soon saw his vehicle exit the garage and head back towards his hotel. "I don't care what you think Alexa, I want a quick reward," Tabitha announced as she came out from behind the curtain. With that she grabbed Imtiaz by the hand and took him to bed. For the second time that night, I was outside, while Tabitha was being serviced. There was no question of him not fucking her pussy. She made sure he went dry addressing her needs that night. VI At breakfast, which we took rather early, Tabitha told us that Mahmoud had fucked her in the ass twice and had not been gentle about it. While not a spring chicken, anal sex was relatively new to her and she was feeling the hurt. The fact that she was also light skinned, for an African, courtesy of her European mother, helped in the ruse. I accepted that Tabitha had deserved some repayment, but had not expected her to be so forward in sharing Imtiaz. Also I was a bit miffed that Imtiaz had gone ahead and fucked her without so much as a slight reservation. Just as the preliminary results for Year 4 were being reviewed, some four months prior to the actual year end, Imtiaz was advised of his posting as Vice President for Latin America, effective in a few months. Victoria and Mahmoud had been strong advocates and swung the vote in his favour. Imtiaz called me regarding the development and I promised stop by the office to congratulate him. Just about lunchtime, I arrived with a bottle of champagne and some candy. "These are yours and I am going to get my reward by taking Charles and Goco for a long lunch!" After Imtiaz's lovemaking with Tabitha, any real or imagined taboo about my intimacy with the African guys had dissipated. It now appeared that I had left all inhibitions behind. Leaving Imtiaz to enjoy the champagne with most of the folks in the office, I arranged for Goco and Charles to meet me at home, given that Yusuf was at an extended day care program and the maid was with him for the day. VII I was ready for action when the bell rang and I let Charles in, building security having called up to advise me of his arrival. Since they were going to be moot anyway, I had already taken most of my clothes off and was simply wearing a blouse with nothing on underneath. The "I am ready to fuck if you are!" message this conveyed registered with him immediately. It took him all of two seconds to undress and put on a condom. Charles pushed me up against the wall, right next to the doorway and his cock entered me as my legs went around his waist. He was quite sizable and I could feel my insides filling up. He was also very strong, carrying my weight with ease, and I learned later that he had been a national level athlete. It was no issue for him to move me, impaled on his member, all the way across to the next room and place my ass on the dining table, where I lay back and let him service my needs. It was not the greatest fuck as he appeared to be in a hurry, not sure if he actually was screwing the boss's wife, and wanting to get his rocks off quickly to ensure that this indeed was reality. Yet the way he walked around with me affixed to him and the size of his appendage meant that I took notes for future reference. He released his fluids into the condom and flopped across me, his penis taking its time to shrink to a level where he could easily withdraw. Just as Charles and I finished copulating, Goco rang the bell, having been allowed up since I had already given security the go ahead. I jumped off the table and was at the door, welcoming him au naturel and sticky from my encounter with Charles, the blouse having come off on its own. He had arrived second since he had volunteered to pick up some lunch, even though he well knew I was going to be dessert. He noted that my body was already glistening with sweat and that Charles was also in the house. After Charles took the food and went to the kitchen, I led Goco to the master bedroom and spread myself on the bed. Goco disposed of his clothing, also careful about protection since I had asked them each to ring a handful of condoms, pushed his dick into my pussy, and took his time making love to me. He was slow and fast as the moment dictated and wanted things to last, and of course he too was well endowed. As Goco penetrated me, I could spot that Charles was again in the room ready to provide sexual sustenance to me given his erect cock, balancing a tray of food that he placed on a table near the bed. Goco finally came after giving me quite a few highs and we sealed our release with a deep kiss. I may not have let him withdraw if I did not have Charles raring to go again.