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My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 1

By: BikerRob



 My Life As A Financial Advisor
Ch. 1: How It All Started

I have the best job in the world. Seriously. I work as a Financial Advisor. I know what you're thinking, "A Financial Advisor? You call that the best job in the world?!?" Yes, I do. And by the end of these stories, I think you'll be wanting to sign up. Think about it, I spend my days going into the homes of couples and singles. That beautiful blonde you saw at the bar? You know, the one you wished you had the nerve to get a phone number from? Well, I not only get her phone number, but her address and all her personal information as well. I sit in her living room and talk about very personal matters. And every once in a while, I get a lot more ... and I've decided it's time to share those stories with others. After all, it's just to much fun to keep to myself.

But first, I need to share the story that started it all. 

The first ten years of my marriage to Crystal were very faithful ones. Even though I had a couple of opportunities to go to bed with other women, I resisted the temptation for the sake of my wife. After all, I had made a commitment to her. That all changed two years ago. 

I had been working as an advisor for about a year. It was time for my next level of training, and my company sent me to our training center for a week long course. It wasn't the first time I had to go away for a few days of training. One thing about this job is that there is always something new to learn. Usually Crystal gets very frustrated and upset when I have to go away for a few days - she likes having me close to home, and gets very bothered when I go away.

However this time was different. She seemed almost excited that I was going. She was so positive whenever we talked about my week away. Although she was trying to act normal, I could tell that she was not nearly as bothered about my time away as before. I found that strange but didn't think about it too much.

My training was pretty typical - sitting in a classroom all day long listening to a teacher explain the latest government legislation affecting the financial industry. I spent most of my time taking in the lovely specimen sitting a few seats away from me. She was a very cute looking redhead who clearly loved miniskirts and tight sweaters. It was obvious that she enjoyed the attention she received from the almost totally male class. Every time she stood up, two dozen eyes would immediately turn her way, mine included. But while some of the guys did make vain attempts to hit on her, I made the decision to keep my distance - taking her in with my eyes was as far as I planned to go with her.

Thursday morning our teacher surprised us when he announced that we were ahead of schedule and if we worked hard, we could be done the training by the end of the day. That would mean we could go home a day earlier than planed. I calculated the distance and figured if I left immediately following the training, I could be home around 9 that night. I contemplated calling my wife to let her know when I would arrive, but then figured the surprise would be even nicer - little did I know what kind of a surprise it would be!

Sure enough, we were done by 4 that afternoon. I quickly packed my stuff and jumped in the car to begin the drive home. I must have sped the entire way, smiling every time I thought about how happy my wife would be when I opened the door and yelled, "I'm home!"

I pulled into the driveway about 8:30. The first thing I found strange was my manager's car parked in the visitor's parking. I recognized it because it is a very nice BMW, and he is always joking with me about it being his "junk car". I jumped out of my car and headed up the walkway. The door was locked, which was not uncommon - my wife hated to leave it unlocked, even when I was home. 

I reached for the doorbell, but then stopped myself, thinking it best to surprise her. I quietly unlocked the door and walked into my home. The house was quiet. Other than a light on in the kitchen, the downstairs was dark. I looked up the stairs and saw a couple of flickering lights on in my bedroom. It took me a minute to realize that they must be candles.

I was a little surprised to say the least. With Dave's car parked outside, I figured I would find him and Crystal chatting away in the living room. "Maybe he is meeting with a client near here." I thought to myself, slowly heading up the stairs to see if Crystal was in the bedroom. "Why does she have a candle on?" I whispered to myself.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a sound that immediately registered in my head. It was unmistakable. Up until that very moment, I had never once wondered if Crystal would ever cheat on me. Never once did I feel jealous towards anyone else. At no time did I worry that she would even think about having sex with anyone but me.

Understand that we had an incredible sex life. I mean, we fucked four or five times a week. Almost every time we had sex, Crystal enjoyed a powerful orgasm, finished off with me exploding in either her soaking wet pussy or her mouth - and even sometimes her ass. Our sex life was extremely fulfilling and very exciting. We were both open to trying new things, and would often experiment with different sex toys.

And yet, with that one sound, I knew exactly what was happening in my bedroom with my wife. It wasn't a word that I heard, but a sound. A moan to be exact. A moan I've heard four or five times a week, every week for the past ten years.

The moan my wife makes when I'm eating her pussy.

I stood frozen. Every emotion possible flooded me. Rage, hurt, anger, shock, fear and confusion all hit me at once. I couldn't move. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat crashing in my head like a clap of thunder.

Another moan. And another. 

Finally I found my strength and I slowly crept down the hallway towards the open door. I moved forward until I could see the large mirror on my wife's dresser. The dresser was directly across from the bed, and I could see the reflection full in the mirror of a sight that would change my life forever.

There on the bed, with her legs spread wide, completely naked, was my loving wife of ten years. She was down near the bottom of the bed, her legs supported on the bed posts, pushed as wide apart as possible. Kneeling on the floor, with his head buried between Crystal's legs, was another man. At this point I had no idea who it was since his face was completely covered by my wife's legs. However, while I didn't know who it was, I did know what he was doing. He was devouring my wife's pussy with incredible passion. And she was very clearly enjoying it. 

I watched as his hands reached up and cupped Crystal's breasts. His fingers pulling and pinching her nipples. Her hands were on his head, her fingers running through his hair as she pushed his face deeper and deeper into her pussy.

Her breathing was so heavy, her moaning now coming with every breath. I knew that she was getting close to an orgasm - after all, I listened to her moan like that almost every other day. 

I was mesmerized. Here was my wife, laying on our bed, having her pussy eaten by some stranger. 

And suddenly I realized that I was turned on. Like I've already said, I've never even thought about Crystal fucking another man. I was so absolutely convinced that she would never do anything like that to me. And yet, now that it was happening, I realized that I no longer felt anger, betrayal, hurt, or any other negative emotions. I was getting turned on! My cock was growing as I watched this man eat my wife's pussy!!

I stood as still as I could. And I watched. From the sound of her moaning, I knew that she would cum any second now. A couple more licks of this guy's tongue, and she would go over the edge. My cock was now fully erect as I realized I was about to hear her cum at the touch of another man.

Suddenly he pulled away from her - as if he too realized that she was about to climax. He lifted his head, and I saw his face ... at the same time I heard my wife say, "Please, Dave, don't stop! Eat my hot pussy! I'm ready to explode!"

I watched my manager smile at my wife as she pleaded with him to keep eating her cunt. Dave began kissing her body as he made his way up her to her tits. He paused at one, taking as much of it into his mouth as possible. Slowly he bit down on the nipple, causing Crystal to flinch slightly. He moved to the other breast, playing with the nipple in the same way. 

Finally he moved up to her mouth. This may sound strange, but the thing that bothered me the most about watching my wife with my manager was when they kissed. I was totally turned on while he had his tongue in her pussy, but now that he had it in her mouth, I was hurt.

They rolled over on the bed and suddenly she was on top of him. Their mouths were still locked in passionate kisses, and I watched through the reflection in the mirror as they bodies wriggled together. 

My wife broke the kiss and began slowly moving down her lover's body. She paused at his nipples, biting them with more force than he nibbled at hers. She continued down his chest, reaching his midsection, and then down further. I watched as she gently kissed the head of his stiff cock, moving her tongue down the shaft to his balls. She took them in her mouth, sucking hard on them as she began to pump his manhood. It was difficult to tell how big he was, but I guessed him to be about the same size as me - roughly 8 inches in length. However, it was clear that he was much thicker then me. Probably twice the thickness of my cock.

Her hand pumped up and down the shaft as she sucked on his balls. I could see little droplets of cum glowing against the candlelight on the head of his penis, as my wife continued to yank him. She finally let the balls fall from her mouth and moved back to the shaft, licking it and kissing it until she reached the top of his pole. She flicked her tongue out and licked off the pre-cum before opening her mouth and swallowing his cock. 

I slowly moved my hands down to my swollen cock, rubbing it from outside my jeans, as I watched my lovely wife suck Dave's cock. She was so hungry for it, so clearly wanting to please the man who had just given her such wonderful pleasure. His breathing was hard as she took him in so deep. She pulled at his balls while her lips wrapped around his shaft. 

I wasn't prepared for how quickly she moved next. Before I could register what happened, my wife lifted her body up and dropped down on Dave's shaft. In one motion his cock slid deep into my wife's pussy and she started to ride him hard. His hands reached for her breasts and her ass slapped against his legs. Over and over she pounded down on his cock, both of them grunting and moaning with pleasure.

Suddenly Crystal cried out, "Oh, God! Dave, I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She pounded a couple more times and then the climax hit. I listened as she groaned and watched as a powerful orgasm swept through her body. At the same time, he grunted and stiffened, and I knew that he was pumping a load of cum into her soaked cunt.

Crystal collapsed into his arms, and they begin to softly kiss each other. 

I didn't know what to do. I stood quietly at the door, watching in the mirror the reflection of my wife and manager kissing tenderly, their naked bodies tight together, his cock still deep inside of her.

I slowly began to move back down the stairs, holding my breath, afraid to make a sound. It took me fifteen or twenty minutes to get down the stairs, open the door, and get out of the house. I stood on the porch and tried to focus.

After what seemed like an eternity, I made my decision. I turned and rang the doorbell before I could chicken out, and reached for my keys again. I unlocked the door, making as much noise as I could, ringing the bell a second time just to make sure.

I yelled out, "Hey Crystal, I'm home!" I realized I was a little too loud, and took a deep breath. Then added, "Hey, babe! You home?"

I could hear the movement coming from the bedroom and smiled, knowing that the two lovers were rushing around, trying to get clothes on. Crystal called down the stairs, "Pete! You're home early! I'm so happy! Hang on, I'll be right there." Her voice was weak and she sounded very nervous, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

I couldn't resist, so I asked, "Hey, is that Dave's car in the visitor's parking?"

The silence went a few seconds longer than it should, and then I heard Dave as he started down the stairs. "Yeah, man. It's me. What the hell are you doing home? This is great! I was seeing a client down the street and stopped by to make sure Crystal was doing okay with you gone." Dave hit the bottom of the stairs and threw out his hand to shake mine. "Turns out the toilet was blocked upstairs, so I fixed it for you." His smile was so fake, I could see the fear in his eyes, but, he was a salesman and a good one at that. Dave continued, "At the price a plumber charges, you owe me big time my friend."

I smiled back, "Then I guess I'm lucky you were around to take care of things, eh?"

"Hey, Peter, old pall, what are friends for? Listen, how was the training?"

Before I could answer, Crystal came down the stairs. She had thrown on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. I could tell she was flustered. She quickly came over and threw her arms around me, "I missed you so much! I can't believe you're home early!" She kissed me quickly, then pulled away, avoiding my eyes.

It was so strange standing in the hallway of my own house, looking at my wife and my manager, both nervous, both trying to look natural, both fresh from fucking their brains out. And both having no idea that I had just watched them do it.

Dave reached for his coat. "Hey, listen buddy, I'm sure you're tired. I gotta get going home, just stopped by to make sure Crystal was doing okay ...let's have coffee in the morning and you can tell me all about the training, okay?"

"Sure Dave, I do appreciate you looking after Crystal for me. She hates it when I go away, don't you babe?" Crystal nodded, smiling weakly. "Listen, say hi to that lovely wife of yours - she sure is a sweetheart."

Dave quickly shook my hand, muttered something about "welcome home" and headed out of the house as fast as he could.

Crystal and I remained in the hallway for a bit after Dave left. I was enjoying watching her squirm, knowing how nervous she must feel. I knew that I had interrupted them too quickly to allow her time to clean up. In fact, I was betting that his sticky cum was slowly leaking out of her even as she stood there. She may have had a quick piss, but even that was unlikely. Her lips, cheeks and neck were red, and she looked like she had just been fucked. 

Of course, if I had walked in an hour later, I probably would never have suspected a thing. Even the redness of her face would not have caused a second glance from me. The only reason I knew the truth was because of my timing.

Suddenly it hit me. Dave knew she was about to cum. He took her right to the edge of an orgasm, and then pulled back. She also knew when he was about to hit his limit. At just the right time, she moved from sucking his cock to filling her cunt with it. The entire episode flashed through my mind and I realized that they had not fucked as "first time lovers", but as two people who had enjoyed each other's bodies many times before. This was not their first time.

"Listen Hon," Crystal broke into my thoughts, "I'm going to take a quick shower. I was just about to get ready for bed when Dave showed up. It was a long day at work, and a shower would be real nice, okay? Give me five minutes and I'll be back downstairs."

I didn't answer as she turned to and started back up the stairs. I grabbed my bags and followed her, heading into the bedroom. I looked around and saw that the candles were out and the sheets were off the bed and in the dirty clothes hamper. I was sure I could smell the sex in the air, but maybe it was just my imagination.

Crystal grabbed her towel and started past me to the bathroom. I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into my arms. At first she stiffened, but then quickly forced herself to relax. We kissed a few times, my mind going back to Dave's mouth on hers.

She tried to pull away, saying, "I'll be right back." But I wouldn't let go. "Tell you what, my darling wife, why don't I give you a reason to go have a shower."

Again she tried to pull away, "C'mon Pete, let me have a quick shower and I'll meet you in bed, then you can show me how much you miss me ... I just feel all yucky from work - it was one of those kind of days."

"I'll bet." I smiled, But there was no way I was going to let her 'get rid of the evidence'. "I like you 'all yucky'" I said, pulling her tighter into me.

I'm guessing that she simply realized that I wasn't going to give up. Maybe she figured that she could bluff her way out of it. Maybe she hoped that I wouldn't realize that her pussy was wet from more than just her own juices. And who knows, if it hadn't been for the earlier show, maybe I wouldn't have noticed. Maybe she figured that I would be more suspicious if she didn't have sex with me right then, after all, she never turned me down.

I don't know what was going through her mind, but Crystal stopped fighting me off. She began to return my kisses, relaxing as I reached for her breast under her shirt. I was hard fast. All I could think about was Dave and her fucking. As I kissed her, I pictured his lips on hers. As I pulled at her breast, I thought of his hands fondling her. And I couldn't stop wondering what her pussy would be like.

I moved her to the sheet-less bed and laid her down. Before she could protest, I pulled her pants off. Her panties were very damp, too damp for it to be just her juices. I kissed her breasts and rubbed her legs.

I have to admit, Crystal did her best. I mean, she really tried to act like she was horny and enjoying it. But I knew she wasn't. I knew that she was scared to death. She was panicking and trying to think of some way out of this situation. But there was no way I was going to let her off the hook. No way.

My mouth remained on her breasts, and I moved one hand to her inner thigh. She tensed slightly, then quickly relaxed again, spreading her legs a bit to allow my hand some freedom. It was obvious to me that she was sticky, but I acted like there was nothing different than normal. 

I started to move down her body, but she pulled me back up. "Pete, I think I've started my period, you better not eat me tonight." I slid out of her hold, and moved quickly to her cunt. I didn't say a word. Before she could respond, I dove in, my mouth pressing against her pussy and my tongue sliding deep inside of her.

The taste was so incredibly different than what I was used to. I could taste her wonderful juices - god, she tastes so good - but mixed in with her pussy juice was the tangy taste of what I knew was Dave's cum. I couldn't believe how turned on I was to be eating another man's cum out of my wife's just fucked pussy! My cock was throbbing and I knew that it would only take a couple of thrusts to explode. I licked her dry, taking as much cum and juice as I could find.

I moved back up her body quickly entering her spread legs. My lips locked on hers as I pumped hard. As expected, I blasted my load inside her after only a few thrusts. I grunted as I felt it fill her pussy, my mind wondering if she could taste Dave on my mouth.

As soon as we were done, I rolled off her and put my arms around her. Her eyes were closed, and I could sense her fear. I smiled, "Wow, Crys, you sure got wet quick! You must have really missed me!"

She looked at me with surprise, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was actually starting to allow herself to believe that I didn't notice the extra taste in her cunt. She was starting to think that I didn't know. She smiled weakly at me, "I did miss you, lover, more than I could say."


My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 1



"Tell you what Crys, go have your shower and then we'll have another round."

Before I could say another word, she jumped out and headed to the bathroom.

I laid on my bed listening to the water run and thought about what to do next. In the past few hours, everything had changed. I thought of telling Crystal what I had seen, but decided to wait. After all, it was a powerful secret to hang on to. I knew that I would eventually tell, but why say anything right now?

Well, that was the night I changed. The night that started it all. During the past two years, I have experienced some incredible things. Things I'd like to share here, if there's interest.

So, let me know what you think, and I'll start telling you all about my life as a financial advisor. 



My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 2



My Life As A Financial Advisor
Ch. 2: Karen

The night I saw my wife, Crystal, and my manager, Dave, passionately fucking in my bed was the night my life changed forever. I would be lying if I didn't admit that I had been tempted many times in the past to cheat on Crystal, but I never went past fantasizing about doing it.

Now it was all I thought about. Well, actually that's not exactly true. The thing I thought about the most during the two weeks following "the night" was Crystal and Dave. The moans of my wife climaxing with another man echoed in my head. The sight of her body riding his manhood, both of the completely caught up in the passion flashed across the video of my mind on an almost continuous loop. 

I had breakfast with Dave the next morning. And as he sat across from me asking me all kinds of questions about my training, I couldn't help but wonder how often he was fucking my beautiful wife. When did it start? Did he feel any guilt at all sitting there across from me, acting like he hadn't been eating her pussy just twelve hours earlier?

I went about my daily work after that night as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. I knew I would act upon any and every temptation that availed itself to me. I figured I had nothing to lose. Even if I was caught sleeping with another woman, what could my wife say? After all, I knew about her activities, and while I planned on telling her I knew at some point, why not enjoy the secret for awhile?

It didn't take long for an opportunity to come my way. I guess since I was watching for any sign of an invitation from my female clients, it was easy to spot when it happened. It would be like me telling you to watch for Volkswagen Beetles all day today. You would probably be amazed at how many you saw, simply because you were looking for them.

Well, I saw my first invitation to adventure exactly two weeks to the day I watched Crystal and Dave in my bed. And it was a wonderful invitation.

Her name was Karen, and she had been a client of mine since I had begun working for my agency about a year ago. At the time I had met with her and her husband Jack at their home. We put together a full financial plan. I remember being surprised to learn that they had never taken out a life insurance policy. They were well off financially, had a beautiful home with all the luxuries, and yet had never thought of what would happen if one of them died. 

Jack was the sole bread winner. He had a very good job and took wonderful care of Karen and their four year old son, Michael. I strongly encouraged him to get enough life insurance to cover all of their debts, Michael's education, and enough income to allow Karen to live comfortably for the rest of her life. He finally agreed and we filled out the paper work.

I was shocked when two months later, I received a phone call from Karen telling me that Jack had been killed in an car accident. She was devastated, and I did all I could for her. 

I remember going out of my way to help her through her tragedy. I don't know why I did it, I don't usually do, but I went to the funeral to support her and Michael. I even checked in on them from time to time, and took Michael out to a couple of sports games. 

The night I met with Karen, we were going to go over the plan I had put in place for them to make the necessary changes now that she was alone. The insurance policy had left her with a substantial amount of money and no debt, and I wanted to make sure that it would be invested wisely so that she would never have to worry about money the rest of her life.

I rang the doorbell and watched through the glass panel as she approached the door. I was struck again at how beautiful she was. Her hair was dark black, as dark as midnight. It fell down past her shoulders and curled up slightly just above her breasts. Her eyes were a deep green, made that way by the colored contacts she wore. She was exactly five foot eight inches, and weighed one hundred and twelve pounds. I knew that information because we had taken it down as a part of her insurance policy. She was a very healthy woman, and while she didn't work out on a regular basis, she definitely had a fit body.

She opened the door and smiled at me. "Hi Pete." She said, giving me a quick hug and allowing me into her home.

The hug was something that had started after the first time I had taken Michael to a game. When I arrived back at the house with him, she gave me a hug as her way of saying thanks. From that time on, we hugged every time we saw each other. I never thought anything of it until now. 

"How's everything?" I asked, kicking off my shoes and following her into the kitchen. 

"Oh, fine, I guess. Michael's doing really good. He's really excited about junior kindergarten, although I'm not. I guess I'm a little nervous about seeing him go off to school already. He's too young."

I smiled at her, taping her hand, "He's going to grow up fast, you know. Before you realize it, he'll be hitting on all the girls in school."

We continued with the small talk for awhile as I set up my laptop and got ready to review her financial plan.

Just as we were ready to get going, I looked over at her and realized she looked lonely. I pushed the computer to the side and touched her shoulder. "Karen, how are YOU doing?"

She looked back at me as if trying to decide what to say. I waited, not wanting to rush her, but wanting to make sure she was okay. I realized at that moment that I liked her. She was a nice woman who had a bad thing happen. I cared. And I think she knew it.

She tried to start a few times, but then paused again. Finally she just blurted out, "Oh, this is going to sound so crazy, Pete. I guess I'm just lonely. But not in the way you think. You see, I loved Jack, and am not looking to replace him just yet. After all, I doubt I'll ever find anyone as good as him. He was the best husband in the world. But I'm only thirty four years old. This sounds stupid, but I guess I'm hitting my peak or something, but I'm just lonely for a man's touch.

"Jack and I were very passionate in bed together. We made love almost every night of the week. I mean, it was a great part of our marriage. And I wasn't doing it just to please him, I enjoy sex a lot. I mean a lot - I can't believe I'm saying all this - but I miss having sex. Every time I think about going out on a date with someone, I feel so guilty. Besides, I don't want to date anyone. I'm not looking for a relationship with someone, I'm just looking for someone who can satisfy me."

She looked down. Her eyes were slightly moist and she was shaking a little. I could tell she was embarrassed. She had spoken so quickly, as if she was afraid that if she didn't say it now, she never would. 

I reached over to her and lifted her chin until her gaze met mine. My hand remained gently on her face, her skin so soft to my touch. I smiled slightly, keeping eye contact as I leaned forward in my seat. 

Her breathing became quicker as our faces came closer together. Our eyes were locked until at last our lips touched. Our first kiss was soft and gentle, our mouths dry from nervousness. We kissed again. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, and soon our tongues met. Her mouth was so warm, her kisses so tentative. We stood up, our kisses now filled with passion. Our tongues were darting out of each other's mouth. My breathing now matched Karen's. We embraced, pulling our bodies tight together as our relationship forever changed.

I looked at her beautiful face, and saw the first tear fall down her cheek. I reached over and wiped it away, pausing from our kissing. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, wanting to make sure that she was still comfortable.

"Yes." She replied, bringing her lips back to mine.

We kissed again, my hands moving under her shirt and across her back. Her skin was so soft. Her body felt so amazing pressed against mine.

Suddenly she stopped and pulled away. Her eyes smiled at me as she took a hold of my hand and began to lead me down the hallway. My laptop and paperwork was left incomplete on the table. I followed her up the stairs, past the closed door of Michael, sound asleep, and into Karen's bedroom.

She paused at the bottom of the bed and turned back to me. We embraced again, our lips connecting and our mouths opening to each other again. Our bodies pushed against each other, my cock pushing against my suit pants and against her belly. 

Once again I reached under her top. I lifted it up and over her shoulders. Our kissing stopping just long enough to allow the shirt to pass over her head. She had no bra on, and her beautiful breasts pressed against my chest. 

Her hands reached for my tie, pulling it off quickly. As she began to unbutton my shirt, I slid my hands between us and up to her tits. Her nipples were fully erect, and my fingers quickly went to work on them. I squeezed them and pulled at them, gently at first, but with a little more force with each touch. 

Finally my shirt was off, and Karen brought her lips down to my chest. She began to kiss my nipples, pushing aside my chest hair to get a clean feel of them. Her mouth bit down on my right nipple, pulling at it until it was tight. She then put her mouth over the other one. My hands continued on her breasts, feeling them, enjoying them, wanting them.

She dropped to her knees and kissed my manhood through my pants. Her mouth continued to push against it as she began to undo my belt and zip down my jeans. As they dropped to the floor, she looked at my boxers, smiling at the fullness of my cock hiding behind the thin layer of material.

Without hesitation, she pulled them away, and I sprang loose. I looked down and watched as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of my hard penis. I grunted as I felt the first warm touch of her tongue across the sensitive head of my cock. It felt amazing. 

Up until that point, I just assumed that a blow job was a blow job. For the past ten years, the only mouth that had taken in my cock was Crystal's. Sure I had enjoyed oral sex before Crystal, but I had forgotten how different each female sucks cock. To suddenly have another woman's tongue run up and down my manhood after ten years of the same mouth, was unbelievable. In fact, I find it difficult to describe it adequately. 

She began sucking hard, taking as much of my eight inches into her mouth as she could. Her hands began to run my balls as she worked on my cock. 

I could feel myself already coming close to climax, and wanted to hold off as long as possible, so I reached down and took a hold of her shoulders. I pulled her back up to her feet knowing that a few more seconds in her mouth and I would cum. 

She clearly didn't want to stop and took a few more sucks before rising to her feet. As our mouths met again, I could feel the warmth of her tongue that had just been sliding up and down my shaft.

My hands went back to her breasts, and I bent over to take on into my mouth. My hand squeezed and massaged it as my tongue flicked at her erect nipple. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, and I knew that she was very horny. Her nipples were so different that Crystal's. Where Crystal had full, big nipples, Karen's were tiny points coming out from her breasts. My teeth pulled at them, biting down just as she had down to me.

I dropped to my knees and begin to kiss her belly. She was in wonderful shape, and her skin was soft and delicious. I pulled off her pants, and was a little surprised to see that she had no panties on. She had obviously planned on something happening tonight. 

She had trimmed up her hairs, allowing for just a slight triangle of pubic hairs to remain, pointing the way to her sweet pussy. My hands felt their way around her tight ass as my kisses moved lower. I could smell her juices as my mouth moved close to her mound, and I couldn't wait to enjoy her taste.

Gently I pushed her back until she sat down on the bed. Her legs spread apart and I began to kiss her inner thighs. I moved down one leg until I reached her knee, and then went over to the other leg and worked my way back up to her mound.

Her breathing was so heavy as she waited for my tongue to touch her. I waited also, wanting to build the anticipation. My hot breath pushed against her very moist lips, her pussy almost begging to be touched. But I waited. Her hands went to my head, and she tried to push me into her cunt, but I pulled back, breathing a deep breath of air over her mound. My hands reached up and began to caress her stomach, moving down to her hair. Her legs spread wider as she beckoned me to eat her. 

"Oh, Peter, please, I need to feel your touch so badly, please, let me feel your tongue!" She cried, pushing harder on the back of my head.

Instead, I moved my hands down between her legs. I begin to gently touch her lips with my fingers, Playing with them, spreading them apart, watching her juices cover my fingertips. I continued to breath into her as my fingers began to touch her more. I would slide a thumb inside her and then pull it out just as quickly. 

Her breathing was so strong now, her body so clearly desperate for more. 

With my thumb and one finger I spread apart her lips, exposing a very swollen clit. My mouth moved even closer and my hot breath ran across it. I paused one more second, and then very softly, very gently, allowed to tip of my tongue to run flick across Karen's clit.

She moaned loudly, her body arching quickly into the air. Another lick of my tongue. Another moan. I allowed my licks to go longer, taking in more of her pussy. She was so wet, her juices simply falling onto my tongue. Her taste was amazing. 

I have always loved oral sex, and I finally could hold back no longer. I dove in, pushing my tongue as deep inside her as I could. I was quick and furious now, licking and sucking and swallowing her juice like a man in the desert desperate for water. 

She moaned non-stop as my lips pressed down on her clit, sucking on it like she had sucked on my cock. She was delicious, and I intended to have as much of her as she could handle. My goatee was soaked now, but I wanted more. Her hands were up over her head, reaching for anything she could grab on to, but finding nothing but the sheets. My hands were back up at her breasts, each one pulling at a nipple, tweaking them. 

"Oh, you are amazing! My god! I can't believe what you're doing to me!" She cried between heavy breaths, "I don't want this to ever stop! I want you tongue in me forever!"

I pushed deeper, moving one hand back between her legs, which were now spread as far apart as possible. I pushed two, and then three fingers inside her as my lips remained closed around her clit. My fingers wiggled inside her, reaching around until they rested on her secret spot. 

She groaned louder as they rested inside her, pressing against her most sensitive place. "Pete! Fuck me! I'm going to cum and I want you in me!" She yelled.

I lifted my head from her pussy and quickly slid up her body, my cock sliding inside her without hesitation. She was still so wet that I was deep inside her without any pressure. I covered her lips with my mouth, hoping to quiet her down a little. I was afraid she'd wake up her son, she was so lost in our fucking.

She began to devour my mouth, licking my goatee, cleaning her juices off my face. My cock slide in and out of her, pounding down with force. This was a hard, fast fuck. 

She moaned again, and bit down on my bottom lip as her climax began. Her cunt lips tighten around my shaft and I could feel her body begin to tense underneath me. I could handle no more and my cock began to swell as I cum flowed up my shaft. I exploded inside her as she hit her peak, both of us grunting as our bodies tightened together.

After we were done, we laid on the bed, our arms still wrapped together. We kissed gently, neither of us saying a word for a long time.

Finally I spoke, "Karen, you okay with this?"

She looked at me and smiled, "Oh yes, I sure am. Thank you for doing this. It was incredible."

I think she could tell that I was still a little worried, so she continued, "Pete, I meant what I said downstairs. I'm definitely not looking for a relationship. I know you are married and everything, and I'm not looking for more than what you just did. I do hope you plan on doing this to me more often, but I don't want anything more than this from you."

I smiled and kissed her again. She clearly knew what she wanted, and I was more than happy to offer myself to her.

"I think I could help you out on a regular basis. After all, you are my client, and I did promise you the best possible service available."

She smiled and we kissed again.



My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 3



My Life As A Financial Advisor
Chapter 3: Michelle & Samantha

The office from which I work has about one hundred employees. Most of the employees are field agents like myself. About ninety percent of them are men. There are also about ten administrators - secretaries, assistants, etc. All the administrators are female. Don't ask me why, I don't make up the rules. And, almost all of them are good looking females.

One of the best looking secretaries is a woman by the name of Michelle. Michelle started working for the company about five years ago, and is one of the best workers you will find. She is dependant, loyal, hard working, and incredibly sexy. She was born in France, and moved to Canada when she was eighteen. Over the next four years she worked as a live-in nanny for a very wealthy couple. By the time she came to work for us, her English was fairly decent and it didn't take her long to impress management with her work ethics.

A few of the guys in the office attempted to go out with her, but she didn't seem interested in getting involved with an office relationship. With her appearance and her incredible personality, I'm sure she had no doubt getting a date whenever she wanted one.

Michelle and I got along fairly good. Not that we saw all that much of each other. After all, as an advisor, I only made money when I was visiting clients, so I spent very little time actually in the office. Up to this point, our relationship was mostly via the phone; with our conversation focusing on me getting up to date information on my clients.

I guess that's why she caught me off guard the day I showed up on my motorcycle. I wasn't planning on working that day, so I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. We have a strict dress code in the office, and we are not allowed to enter the office area without a dress shirt and tie on. So, I walked up to the counter and asked Michelle if she would go and get my mail for me.

She came back with a few pieces of mail and smiled as she pointed at my helmet. "I didn't know you had a bike."

"Yeah, I've been riding since I was old enough to have a license. There's nothing like feeling the wind on your face as you ride the open road."

"Oh, I can think of at least one thing that feels better," she said with a wink, "but you are right, the feeling on a bike is great! It's been a long time since I've been on a bike, though. Maybe some time you'd give me a ride."

"I'd love to let you ride me, err, with me, I mean." 

She smiled back, obviously enjoying the flirting. "Well, I'd love the ride either way."

"Tell you what, Michelle, I've got a few things to do this afternoon, but how about I pick you up after work and we'll go for a bit of a ride?"

"That sounds like a wonderful plan," she said, her face lighting up. "However, I can't ride on the bike in this thing." She pointed her hands at her outfit. She had on a loose fitting blouse and a short skirt. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and I couldn't help but take a longer look than necessary. "Why don't you pick me up at my house about a half hour after I get off. That way I can quickly get changed into riding gear."

"Sounds great," I said, taking down her address. "I'll see you then."

I headed out and jumped on the bike and started down the road, trying to tell myself not to get too excited. After all, it may have just been harmless flirting. It might just be a bike ride. But, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Michelle riding something else also. I showed up at her house right on time, the roar of my bike signaling my arrival about thirty seconds earlier. I jumped off the bike and took a spare helmet out of one of the saddlebags just as Michelle came out of the house.

She was incredible looking. Her reddish-brown hair was held back in a ponytail. She was wearing a black t-shirt that clung tight to her body, revealing the shape of her two precious breasts, pushing out from the material. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were clearly as excited about the ride as I was. Her jeans were skin tight, in fact, I can't remember ever seeing someone with jeans so tight fitting. I took in her incredible figure, and had to hold my breath for a second, imagining what it would be like to undress her. Her face was still lit up, her full lips smiling through bright red lipstick. 

As she came down the walkway towards me, she seemed to be enjoying showing herself off to me. She walked slowly, allowing me to take her in. She knew she was hot, and was proud of the kind of reaction she was causing in me. I watched as she reached up and put her shades on, slowly, her eyes staying on mine until they were lost behind the dark lenses of the glasses.

"So, do I look like a biker babe?" She asked, smiling as she came up bouncing beside me.

"Are you kidding? I trying to think of where we can go so I can show you off!"

I handed her the spare helmet and she fastened it on. "Tell you what, Pete, let's go for a nice long country ride, I'm not in the mood to see a lot of people. You can show me off another time, first you need to get to know me."

"That, Michelle, is music to my ears."

With that, I started the bike and we jumped on and headed down the street with the roar of the engine echoing through our ears.

As we headed down the open road, we said very little. Not that you can't talk on the bike. You do have to yell, but it is possible to have a conversation. It just seemed like talking wasn't necessary at this point. I was enjoying the feel of the bike, and the feel of the women with her legs wrapped around me. Her arms were wrapped loosely around my waist, and I couldn't help but fantasize about them moving lower. The bike vibrated with each twist of the throttle, and I wondered what it felt like for her. Was she any where as near turned on as me?

I knew how Crystal felt after a long ride. She showed me many times. Her pussy would be soaked by the end of an hour long ride. She said the vibration of the bike did wonders to her body. Many times she would reach down and rub my cock as we rode the highway. 

Was Michelle experiencing the same thing? I sure hoped so. My mind was lost in thoughts of how wet her pussy might be. What did she taste like? Was she shaved? I thought of how much I would like to put my tongue inside of her. How much I wanted to lick her dry right now. 

My cock was pushing hard inside my jeans, and I shifted slightly on the bike to try and get it into a better position. 

What would those incredible lips feel like wrapped around my shaft? I don't know why, but I was sure that she would give an incredible blow job. She just seemed like she had the perfect lips for sucking cock. I found myself getting lost in the idea of this beautiful French woman on her knees as I stood before her with my cock pointing out towards her. I imagined her smiling as she opened her full, red lips and took in my hard tool. Slowly it disappeared inside that hot mouth, her eyes closing as she took me in as far as she could. Her tongue flicking and sliding around the shaft as her lips closed around it. Then, slowly at first, she would begin to suck. Moving her head back and forth, taking me out right to the tip of the head before sliding me back in as far as possible. Soon my hips would begin to help, and I would begin to pump as I enjoyed fucking her mouth. I thought of what it would be like to explode inside that beautiful mouth. Would she swallow my load. Does she enjoy that kind of thing? I sure hope so.

My thoughts shifted to her lying on the bed, naked and ready. Her legs spread apart, beckoning me to her. I imagined what her pussy would taste like, as I buried my face between her legs. She would moan as her hips raised up trying to get more of my tongue in her. Her words would shift back to her native tongue as she encouraged me to do more in French.

I thought of moving up her body, enjoying her breasts before finally settling down on her, sliding my cock inside her pussy. How tight would she be? Probably very tight. My cock would slide in deep and the warmth of her juices would almost be too much for me to handle. Our fucking would be intense; hard and fast. 

"You just ran a stop sign back there." I jumped at the sound of her voice, and was quickly brought back to reality. "You must have been deep in thought." She yelled over the roar of the engine.

I looked down and realized that I was moving far faster than the speed limit. I eased up on the throttle and felt the bike slow down. "Yeah, I guess I was." 

"What were you thinking about?" Michelle asked, her hands tightening around my sides.

"Well, perhaps I should tell you later." I couldn't think of what else to say.

"I have a better idea," She replied, "let's head back to my place and you can show me."

My lips parted in a wide grin, she knew exactly what I had been thinking. And she didn't mind. 

I turned the bike around and we started the ride back to her place. It seemed like the road went on forever and that we would never get home. 

Finally we pulled up outside her house and jumped off the bike. "That was amazing!" Michelle said, pulling the helmet off her head. "I definitely need to learn how to ride. I could do that every day. I've got chills all over my body. And the vibrations; well, let's just say, they do wonders to me."

She leaned over and kissed me, catching me off guard, and then pulled away. "Thanks for taking me for a ride, Pete." She handed me the helmet, and for a minute I thought she was going to say goodbye and leave me standing at the curb with a massive hard on in my pants.

She moved fast, and started up the driveway. I just stood there, holding both helmets, looking like an idiot. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I was just mesmerized by the incredible sight of this shapely French woman moving up the walkway to her house. She walked up the stairs and took a hold of her door handle, and then turned around and looked at me.

"Well," she said, lifting a finger and inviting me to come, "are you done riding or are you ready for more?"

I quickly threw the helmets in the saddlebags and hooked the lock to the bike. I tried to keep my eyes on the lovely woman at the door as I secured the bike. I saw her wink and disappear into the house, and found myself moving quickly, not really caring if the bike was stolen or not.

I ran up the walkway and headed inside, closing the door behind me.

She was no where to be seen. Then I noticed a sock hanging off the first stair, heading up to the second floor. I smiled as I looked up the stairs, seeing the second sock about halfway up. I kicked off my boots and started towards the staircase, pulling off my own socks and undressing as I followed the path of clothes.

At the top of the stairs I found her black t-shirt that had clung so tightly to her chest just a few minutes earlier. By now my own shirt was off, and I was unzipping my jeans. Her jeans were laying just outside what must have been her bedroom. I paused and picked them up. I thought about how tight they were on her body, looking like a second skin on her. The crotch area was damp, and I figured she was probably not wearing panties under them while on the bike. I lifted the crotch to my face and took in the clear aroma of her love juices. I couldn't wait to taste her.

I walked into the bedroom and saw her, lying in the middle of her king-size bed. She was on her size, her arm draped over her chest, hiding my view of her breasts. Her legs were crossed and I couldn't see any part of her pussy. 

"Hi." She said, barely above a whisper. She was toying with me, but I didn't mind. I was hooked. She had me. Not that it would have taken much to get me.

"Hi." I said back, walking towards the bed. I stood at the side of the bed and looked down at her. My cock stood up at full alert, hard and ready. I watched as her eyes moved from my face down my body and locked on my manhood. 

"Whose your friend?" She asked, turning onto her stomach and sliding towards me. 

Before I could say anything, I felt her lips wrap around my cock and she began to suck me. I looked down at her naked body, her smooth back flowing down to her firm ass. I wanted to kiss her ass so badly.

Her mouth was so much hotter than I anticipated. Her tongue very forceful on my shaft. Her hands reached up and began to pull on my balls as her mouth sucked in most of my eight inches. I groaned at how good it felt. Her mouth did wonders. I had never experienced a mouth this good. She knew how to suck cock. Her hands squeezed harder around my balls, encouraging them to give her a prize. She was determined. 

I think she knew that I was ready to explode while on the bike. I didn't matter what happened, I wasn't going to hold my load for long. I guess she figured the best thing to do would be to get me off quickly and then we could focus on a longer session after I recuperated. 

Whatever her thinking, she just sucked harder. I wasn't in her mouth more than two minutes before I grunted and felt my cock swell and my load blast into her warm mouth. She let out a short squeal as she swallowed all that I had to offer her. Her hand continued to squeeze my balls, trying to get every last bit of cum out of me and into her mouth. 

Slowly she pulled her mouth off of my shaft, gently kissing it a few times, licking the tip of my head clean. She looked up at me and smiled, "Thank you, that was a delicious treat."

She moved back to the middle of the bed, turning onto her back and pulling herself up to a sitting position. This time she made no attempt to hide her body, and I looked down at her gorgeous breasts sticking out firmly from her chest.

Her next comment caught me completely off guard. "Tell you what, Peter. Why don't you sit over there on that chair until you catch your breath." Her eyes pointed over to a rocking chair in the corner of her room.

I looked over at it and then back at her. I was confused and it showed. 

"Trust me, lover. Sit in the chair." I was intrigued, and moved over to the rocker and sat down, my cock slowly become limp as it relaxed from the great sucking it had just received. I looked over at this vision of loveliness laying naked on her bed, wondering why I wasn't beside her.

"I need to tell you something, and I hope you don't get mad at me for it." She started, her words coming slowly and carefully. Too carefully to be serious. I could tell she was playing with me, but I had no idea what she was going to say next.

"From the moment you agreed to take me for a ride, I knew that we would end up here afterwards. However, I wanted to do something a little extra with you tonight. So, I invited a friend you know to join us."

My first thought went to Dave, my manager, who was having an affair with my wife. "Just my luck," I thought to myself, "Now I have to share a second woman with him!"

"Would you mind if Samantha joined us?" Michelle said, looking over at the open door. I followed her gaze and saw Samantha standing in the door frame. 

Samantha was another secretary at the office. I guessed her to be about 26. She had very short blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen. Her and Michelle were best friends, but I had no idea they did everything together.

Samantha stood with her arms at her side, completely naked. Her breasts were about half the size of Michelle's and stood firm, her nipples at attention. My gaze moved down her very fit body, pausing at her midsection, noticing that she had no pubic hair.

"Hi Pete," she said, as she walked into the room. "Thanks for inviting me to join you guys, Michelle. I really enjoyed watching you suck his beautiful cock."

I was shocked sitting in the rocker listening to these two gorgeous secretaries talk about me. I watched as Samantha climbed onto the bed and kissed Michelle. 

"Hmmm," Samantha moaned, "I can still taste him on your mouth."

"Just wait until you have him yourself, Sam, he's very tasty indeed."

They kissed again, this time their mouths opened and their tongues met. 

I watched as their hands began to feel their way around each other's body; their lips staying tight against each other. Michelle was the first to break the kiss. She moved down Sam's body until her lips closed around a nipple. I was frozen as I watched Michelle pull at Sam's nipple with her teeth, nipping at it while her hand closed around the other breast. Sam's breathing was coming heavier as Michelle began to move further down her body.

I looked down and saw my cock responding to the incredible sight on the bed. Michelle moved down between Samantha's legs and began to eat her. I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw how excited Sam was to have another woman's mouth on her pussy. She groaned as her hands reached for Michelle's darker hair, pushing her deeper between her legs.

My view was from the bottom corner of the bed, and I couldn't see Michelle's mouth on Sam's cunt, but I knew what she was doing. Michelle was on her knees, and her pussy was in full view. Like Samantha, it seemed to be clean shaven. It glistened with juice and I found myself staring.

Finally I decided to join the fun. I stood up and moved over to the bed. Michelle was still enjoying Sam's pussy, and I decided that her own cunt was just to accessible for me to ignore. She jumped slightly as she felt my tongue touch her moist lips. She lifted her ass a little higher in the air to allow me to get my tongue deeper into her. The only sounds in the room were the slurping of pussy juices and the moaning of the two woman as they enjoyed the oral sex.

Soon Michelle turned around and kissed me. The taste of her own juices mixed with those of Samantha as our tongues met. Sam moved to join us and the three of us stood on our knees on the king-size bed, kissing and feeling each other.

Soon the woman lowered me to the bed and Michelle lifted her leg over top of me. She slowly lowered herself down on my very hard tool. My cock easily entered her soaking wet cunt, and she settled down on top of me. 

Meanwhile, Samantha moved up to my head and lifted herself up and down onto my face. She sat backwards on me, so that she could look at Michelle. Her pussy tasted so different than Michelle's and it settled down on my mouth.

The women began to kiss and play with each other's breasts as Michelle moved up and down on my shaft. My tongue slid deep inside Samantha, and I lapped up her cunt with abandonment. All of us were groaning with passion.

I reached down and slide a couple of fingers into Michelle's pussy as it pounded down on my cock. I knew that I was going to last awhile since I had already cum once. With my fingers wet from her juices, I moved my hand under Sam's leg and up to her ass. As I continued to lick her cunt, I placed one of the wet fingers at her tight asshole, and began to finger it. She groaned louder as I slid the tip of the finger into her hole. Soon it was deep inside her. I then pushed the second finger into her and began to pump her ass with my hand.

She was the first to cum. She began to buck on my face as I finger-fucked her ass while my tongue flicked at her clit. Her moans were muffled by Michelle's mouth locked on her mouth. I pumped my hand harder as I felt her pussy lips tighten on my face. As she came, she literally squirted her juices right deep into my mouth. I drank her up as her cunt shuddered on my lips.

Samantha reached down and began to play with Michelle's clit as she rode my manhood. She squeezed and pulled at her cunt as my cock moved in and out of her. I felt her begin to tighten and it was too much for me. I grunted as my cock started to swell for a second time and I exploded my load deep inside of her. As soon as my cum hit the walls of her cunt, Michelle began her own orgasm, moaning loudly as her cunt tightened even more around my shaft.




My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 3



The girls laid down beside me, one on each side. I wrapped my arms around them, and we cuddled for the longest time. 

Finally, I told them I had to get going home. I jumped in a quick shower and walked back into the bedroom to say goodbye. Michelle and Samantha were locked in an embrace and obviously ready for round two. I wanted to get back in the bed with them so badly, but knew I had to go. So, I leaned over and kissed each of them and promised we'd do it again.

I walked out of the house and jumped on the bike and headed back home. 

What a night.



My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 4



Chapter 4: The Trip

I didn’t know what to expect as I headed into Dave’s office. Dave had called me the day before and told me it was extremely important that he meet with me as soon as possible. As my manager, Dave often held meetings with me, but they were always casual and never a top priority.

Dave greeted me as I entered the office and motioned to a seat across from his desk. He smiled and engaged in small talk with me for a few minutes. He had no idea that I had seen him and my wife, Crystal fucking in my bed a few months earlier. And while I intended to use the information at some point in the future, for now, I tried to act as normal as possible whenever we met.

Dave was a nice guy, and under different circumstances, we could have become great friends. However, he was fucking my wife behind my back. And while I realized how turned on I had been at the sight of them doing it, it was still done in secret. I still didn’t know how serious they were. Did they love each other? Or were they simply enjoy a sexual relationship? Until I knew for certain what was going on, there was no way I was going to trust the guy or build a friendship with him.

"Hey, Pete, I’ve got some great news for you!" Dave said, focusing on the purpose of our important meeting. "A new position has opened up here and I’ve fought hard on your behalf to get it. Each manager had someone they were recommending for the job, but I insisted that you were our man."

"What kind of job is it?" I asked, caught off guard.

"Well, it’s a training job. There are some new products coming down the pike, and we need someone to learn all the ins and outs about them in order to train all the agents. Even though this type of job usually goes to a much more experienced advisor, I was able to convince the others that your track record proved that you were the best for the job. I had to pull a few favors, but finally convinced everyone to give you the position. So, congratulations! You are really going to enjoy this role with the company!"

I was still shocked. The last thing I expected was for Dave to be offering me a new job. "But, what about being a field agent?" Suddenly I realized that I may not be able to enjoy my time in people’s homes, and I was starting to really enjoy some of the homes I went into! "Will I still keep my client base?"

"Oh definitely, Pete. This job will be full-time for the next couple of months, but after that, it will be more of a reference position. You’ll still work the field, but will be the contact person when advisors need some help with the new products. You’ll be paid a bonus for it of course."

"Umm, I don’t know what to say, Dave. What are the new products?"

"Oh, just some new insurance and investment opportunities. You’re going to be going to head office for a week of training, and then will need to go back there for a couple of days each week over the next month or so. You’ll get all the info you need there."

But suddenly I had all the info I needed right now. It became all very clear why Dave had gone to bat for me and had called in favors to get me the position. With me gone to head office so much, he would be enjoying my wife. I struggled to suppress a grin as I thought of how sneaky he was being. Here I was supposed to show my gratitude to the guy who was simply trying to get me out of the way so he could stick his dick inside my wife’s pussy.

All of a sudden I came up with a glorious plan. I knew exactly what I was going to do while away on my trip. This time, it was impossible to hold back the smile that reached across my face from ear to ear.

"Well," Dave said, interrupting my thoughts, "looks like you accept!" 

"You bet, Dave, I do accept." I said, standing up and shaking his hand. I started toward the door, but then paused and turned back him. "Oh, and I guess I should say, thank you. Thanks a lot, Dave, I appreciate all you are doing for me."

Dave grinned back at me as he replied, "Hey buddy, what are friends for, eh?"

I went over to my desk and grabbed a few things and headed out of the office. As I passed by the front reception area, I glanced over at Michelle who was talking to someone on the phone. I smiled at her and she winked back at me. I’ll never forget my night with her and Samantha, and planned on many more nights like it.

I walked out into the fresh air and jumped into my car. I let out a laugh as I pulled out into the traffic and headed towards the Computer Superstore a few blocks down the street.

That evening, as Crystal and I sat eating supper, I told her about the new position. She listened intently, and I figured out early in our conversation that she had no idea Dave had been planning to get me the job. That made me feel a little better, realizing that at least she wasn’t a part of the plan to get rid of me as much as possible. 

"Anyway," I said, as I wrapped up the details of the new job, "it does mean I’ll have to spend a bit of time at head office over the next few months."

Crystal looked up from her meal. "Oh? What do you mean by a bit of time?"

"Well, Dave said I’ll be in training at head office all next week; I’ll have to leave Sunday night, and wont be home until sometime the following Saturday. And then I’ll have to go down there for a couple of days every week for the next month or so. I don’t know if it will mean any trips after that."

"Wow," my wife replied, obviously deep in thought, "that’s a lot of time away." What was she thinking about, I wondered. What she already imagining all the nights of fucking her lover? What her mind already picturing his cum filling her up?

"So, I know how much you hate to be alone," I paused, letting that statement sink in, "I know how you get nervous with me not here, so I purchased a security system today. I’ll install a couple of sensors and set up a keypad at the door. All you need to do is punch in a code and the house will be alarmed. That way, when you come home, you’ll know if anyone else is in the house. And, at night, if you want, you can set just the doors so you’ll know if someone tries to enter the house."

Crystal nodded her understanding, "Thanks, Pete, you’re right, I hate being alone."

I wanted to say, "I’m sure you wont be alone too often," but held back and said nothing.

After dinner I began to set up the system. I put a sensor on each entrance to the house, and then fastened a movement sensor on each floor. I then took the last sensor and headed upstairs to the master bedroom.

Crystal walked in as I stood on a stepladder screwing the box high in the corner of our bedroom. "Why are you putting one in here?" She asked.

"Oh, I had an extra one, and figured if someone managed to use a ladder to climb in the window, at least they’d be detected if they came in here. After all, you have a lot of jewelry and stuff in here, and you wouldn’t want someone to take something from your own bedroom, would you."

"I guess not." She said, heading back downstairs.

After I had all the hardware wired, I punched a code into the system and showed Crystal how to use it. 

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The rest of the week went quickly, as soon it was time for me to leave. I packed up the car, making sure my laptop was secure, and then turned back to kiss Crystal goodbye. We stood in the driveway holding each other tight for a few minutes before I pulled away to go.

"I’m going to miss you, sweetheart." She said, reaching out to kiss me again.

"I’ll miss you too. Hey, if you get lonely, just call up one of the escort agencies and have some fun." I smiled as I turned to open the car door.

"Hmmm," she said, playing along, "I just might do that."

"Or, I could just call one of the guys from work and ask him to come over and take care of you. What do you think? How ‘bout Mike or Steve, or maybe Dave?"

A look of fear flashed across her face but disappeared just as quickly. I knew I had caught her off guard with that comment, and it was fun watching her try and joke her way out of it.

"Nah, if I want a guy, I can find my own. I don’t need another salesman to satisfy me."

I winked at her and she blew me a kiss as I backed out of the driveway and started the five hour drive to my home away from home for the next week.

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The next day I showed up for the training and met the others who would be in the class with me. Each office had a representative, so there were about eighty five people in the class. I scanned the group, hoping to find someone who I might have some fun with while there. I spied a very cute redhead sitting a few rows ahead of me, and targeted her. 

However, she would have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight I had to see if my plan would work. I couldn’t wait for the sessions to be over for the day so that I could get back to my room, set up my laptop and see if I was as computer smart as I was hoping. 

As soon as the class was over, I grabbed my notebooks and started to head out of the class. I bumped into the redhead and we walked over to the elevator together. We laughed as we reached for the same button, and then both pulled away at the same time.

"Here, let me have the honors," I said, pressing the button for our floor. "I guess we are on the same floor. My name is Peter, how did you enjoy the class?"

The redhead extended her hand and said, "Hi Peter, I’m Rhonda. The class was boring, but when is this stuff ever interesting?"

"Well, that’s true, Rhonda, it is boring. I’ve found you have to make your own fun while on these trips or you’ll go crazy." Rhonda smiled back, "Make your own fun? Is that what you do? Well, that sounds interesting. I’d love to have some fun while on this trip, why don’t you let me know when you’re ready to make it?"

I couldn’t believe how easy it was going to be to enjoy this woman. It seemed clear to me that I could invite her to my room that moment and she would join me. In fact, I almost did, but then I remembered what I needed to see first.

"Tell you what, Rhonda, there’s something I need to check out first. How about we go for a bite to eat in about an hour?"

The elevator opened and we walked into the hallway together. "I would love to go out, one hour is perfect, why don’t you knock on my door when you’re ready to go? I’m in 1711."

I laughed as I rechecked my room number. "Well, I’m in 1709, so it looks like we’re neighbors."

"Oh sure," she said, as she unlocked her room, "And I’ll bet there will be an inside door between our rooms."

"Only if we’re lucky." I answered, opening the door and entering my room.

I looked over and sure enough there was. I quickly walked over and rapped on the door, only to hear a knock back from Rhonda.

I smiled and walked over to the desk in the corner of my room and opened up my laptop. After plugging the phone line into the modem, I dialed up a number and waited to see if my plan was going to work. After the connection was completed, I opened up a software program and waited. It took a couple of minutes to load, but soon I found myself laughing out loud at how much fun I was going to have over the course of the week. Satisfied, I disconnected and shut the laptop and turned to jump in a quick shower.

An hour later I knocked on the inside door into Rhonda’s room. I heard her moving around in the room and after a minute or so, she opened the door. "Well," she said, smiling at me, "I guess we should just leave this door unlocked for the week."

"I think that’s a great idea," I agreed, "after all, you never know what may happen in the middle of the night."

"True, Pete, you can only hope it will be used frequently."

I couldn’t believe how much fun I was having flirting with this sexy redhead. I knew that if I had suggested we just forget about eating, we would be in bed fucking in no time. But, I was hungry. And if my theory was correct, I would likely be up late sitting in front of my laptop. So, I walked through her room and we headed down to the car.

We headed to a nice restaurant and sat down to eat. It was amazing how easily it was to talk with Rhonda, and I found myself soon sharing my entire story with her. She sat quietly listening as I told her about walking in on my wife and my manager in bed together. She shifted in her seat as I explained how I became turned on while watching them, and how I ate Crystal’s pussy after Dave had left. I could tell she was turned on as I described what it was like to eat another man’s cum out of her pussy. She asked for a second glass of wine as I began to tell her about Karen and our time together. But she really started to squirm when I talked about my encounter with Michelle and Samantha. 

By the time I was finished, Rhonda was very horny, and having trouble hiding it. Actually, she wasn’t even really attempting to hide it. Her leg rubbed up and down my leg, and her hand was in mine. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as I shared my stories.

Then it was her turn. She told me how she had been married for about seven years to a very wonderful man. She loved him deeply. She was from a very religious family, and her husband was a deacon in their church. As a result, he was very straight and very conservative. He believed that she was to be submissive to him at all times, and that sex was for procreation only. Their sex life was pretty well nonexistent. Once a week, on Saturday night, he would come up to bed, pull off his pajamas, lay down on top of her, enter her still dry vagina, and pump for about a minute until he got off. He would then get up, take out a facecloth, wipe himself off, pull up his pajamas, and be asleep within ten minutes. She would wait until he was sound asleep, and then get up and go into the living room, where she would masturbate using a cucumber, biting her lip as she came so that he wouldn’t hear what she was doing.

A year ago she had her first affair, and justified it as being ‘just sex’. She had enjoyed a couple of lovers in that time, and felt that as long as she didn’t get emotionally attached to any of them, it was okay. After all, a woman has needs, and a cucumber just doesn’t do it all.

Rhonda went on to tell me that she had decided that this trip was the perfect opportunity to meet someone from another city for a week of hard, intense sex. She had decided she wasn’t going to waste the week by being shy, but that once she met someone, she was going to make her intentions clear, ensuring that they would enjoy each other every night of the week.

The only requirement she had for the person she would fuck all week long was that he had to be married like she was. The reason, she explained, was that she did not want some single guy to enjoy being with her so much that he fell in love. The last thing she needed was some guy wanting more in from the relationship than physical. There was no way she would leave her husband, and she had no interest in being emotionally involved with someone else. She just wanted someone to fulfill her needs. Period.

As she continued to talk, I kicked off my shoe and began to move my foot up her leg. Her breathing quickened as she parted her legs slightly to allow my foot to continue it’s movement up her leg. She was wearing a short skirt, and my foot disappeared under the material. Her legs opened a little wider. Soon my foot found it’s destination, and I discovered she didn’t have any panties on. My foot began to slide up and down her pussy, my sock becoming wet with her juices. 

Rhonda reached for her wine and took a large gulp of the liquid. Her face was a little flushed as she focused her eyes on mine. My big toe was deep inside her, and I continue to wiggle my foot, causing her to move from side to side.

At that moment, our waiter approached and began to clear our plates. "Would you care to see the desert menu?" He asked, looking first at Rhonda and then at me.

"Hmmm, good question," I said, keeping my gaze on Rhonda, "How ‘bout it sweetheart, would you like something sweet to eat?"

Rhonda closed her eyes for a second, trying to find the words to say. "Umm, whew, I, well, my god, yes, I do want something sweet to eat."

"Fine," the waiter said, looking at her strangely, "I’ll bring the menus."

Rhonda broke our gaze and looked at him blankly, "No. I mean don’t. Umm, I don’t want your desert. I, I, well …"

I jumped in, "I think what the lady is saying is that we’ll just have the bill, thank you." My foot continued to rub her, my toes sliding in and out of a very wet cunt. I knew that she had never experienced anything like this, especially in public, and she was going nuts right now.

The bill came and I removed my foot from between her legs. My soak was soaked, but I slid it into my shoe anyway. We quickly headed to the car and turned towards the hotel. As we drove along, I reached down and continued to rub her pussy, this time with my hand. She sat very still in the seat, completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. We pulled up at the valet, and jumped out and headed into the hotel.

As we got onto the elevator, I turned and pulled her into my arms. We were alone all the way to our floor, and our lips remained locked together until the bell chimed and the doors opened on our floor.

We walked down the hall and I slid my key into my door. As I turned and locked it behind us, Rhonda fell into my arms and we began to kiss passionately. We pulled at each other’s clothes with uncontrolled desire, both of us wanting to get physical as quickly as we could.

We dropped onto my bed and I began to go down on her. She was absolutely dripping as my tongue began to make it’s way in and out of her love canal. I lapped up her sweet juices as my hands reached up and pulled at her ripe nipples. She was a very noisy lover, and her panting and groaning increased with each lick. I knew that she was going to be a screamer when she finally climaxed, and I was kind of glad that the bed was up against the wall joining her room to mine.

It didn’t take long for me to find out how loud she could be. As I continued to eat her cunt, she suddenly started into her first climax. Her orgasm was fast and hard and she let out a very loud "Yes!" as she went over the edge. I pressed down on her cunt, holding her clit between my lips as the waves of orgasm flooded over her body. I waited until her breathing began to settle before releasing her clit from my mouth. I kissed her pussy a few times and then slowly made my way back up her body, providing gentle kisses across her belly and her breasts until our mouths met again and she kissed her juices off my goatee.

"I want to suck you." She finally said, whispering into my ear.

"I was hoping you’d say that." I said, kissing her forehead.

"But after what you just did to me, I’m nervous."

I kissed her again. "Nervous? Why?"

"Because I don’t have any experience sucking a guy off. Like I said, my husband doesn’t do any of that, and I’ve only done it a couple of times with the lovers I met back home."

"Tell you what, don’t worry about your experience. Just enjoy me. Feel me. Learn to listen to my body. Try something and see how I react. You’ll know if what you are doing is pleasurable or not. Just try and listen to my body. And don’t be afraid to ask if something feels nice, I’ll be honest with you. Learning the other’s body is all a part of being a good lover."

Rhonda leaned up and kissed me again. "I want to please you, Peter."

She moved down the bed and tentatively moved her mouth close to my cockhead. I looked down at her, watching her eyes through the strands of red hair that fell over her face. She had an incredible look on her face as she stared at my manhood. I couldn’t believe how turned on she was making me feel. Here was this beautiful redheaded woman, desperate to grow in her sexual experience, wanting so much to please me, about to take my cock into her almost virgin mouth. I couldn’t help but watch as her lips finally parted and my cock began to disappear past her lips.




My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 4



She closed her mouth around my shaft and began to suck. It was obvious that she did not have experience in giving head, but that was the turn on. She sucked me like she was sucking a Popsicle, simple sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. I reached down and guided one of her hands to my balls, and instructed her to play with them as she sucked. I took her other hand and brought it up to my chest, leading her fingers to my nipple, and showing her how to squeeze the tiny point.

She was so willing to learn and did everything I directed her to do without hesitation. I watched her head bob up and down over my cock, and found myself quickly approaching climax at the sight I took in. I began to grunt as I felt my load begin to erupt.


Rhonda must have sensed something was up also. Just as I felt my load blast off, she stopped and looked up at me. She lifted her head off of my swollen dick and I watched as my cum fired all over her lips, cheek and chin. She giggled as the sticky goo hit her cheek and swiftly wrapped her lips back around me as more of my cum filled her mouth.

After I spent my load, she eased back up my body and cuddled in beside me. She grinned sensually at me as she took a finger and wiped my semen off her face and sucked her finger clean.

Rhonda kissed me, and then whispered hesitantly, "Was I okay?"

I kissed her back and said, "You were perfect, you don’t realize how okay you were."

We rested quietly for about fifteen minutes in each other’s arms. Finally, I interrupted the silence with a question. "Rhonda, have you ever watch a porno?"

"No," she replied, "why? Do you want to watch one?"

"Well, there is something I want to check out. Interested in watching it with me?"

"What?"

"You’ll see."

With that I got off the bed and walked over to my laptop and opened it up. I dialed up the connection like I had earlier, then opened up the same software program. After a few minutes, I turned to Rhonda, smiling, as I pointed to the screen.

"Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Rhonda. Oh, and I believe that is my manager with her."

Rhonda looked over at the screen and say the open video window and saw the picture of a man and woman naked on a bed. The woman was on her knees and elbows and the man was eagerly fucking her from behind.

"That’s your wife?" Rhonda said in disbelief. "How? How did you get that video?"

"It’s live." I said, moving back to the bed and sitting down beside my naked lover. "You see, last week I installed a security system at my house. I told Crystal that I was going to put a sensor in our bedroom to protect her valuables. But, I actually installed a spy camera that I bought at a computer store. I then hooked the camera up to my desktop and set up software that allows me to remotely view the camera from my laptop."

"You can do that?" She asked.

"Sure, it’s actually very easy to do. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out how to get sound, so I only have video. But, I figured I would have some very interesting video to watch this week of my wife and my manager. It’s a little choppy, but I think you get the idea of what’s going on."

Suddenly it dawned on her, "You mean this is live? They are fucking for real, right now while we watch?"

"Yup, it’s all live and it’s definitely real." 

Rhonda fell completely silent as she watched the screen. Dave was pumping my wife from behind as fast and as furious as he possibly could. We watched Crystal’s tits bounce back and forth in rhythm with Dave’s pounding. Crystal’s mouth was opened, and I assumed she was moaning as her lover fucked her cunt. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes were shut tight. I couldn’t believe how good a shot we were getting from the video, and I suddenly realized how lucky I was that they hadn’t turned out the lights. The camera would have been fairly useless in the dark.

Dave’s mouth moved as he spoke something to my wife. He stopped pumping and pulled his dick out of her. She rolled over on her back and he turned around and laid down on her in a sixty-nine position.

I reached over and began to softly play with Rhonda’s mound as we watched the lovers on the screen perform oral sex on each other. Rhonda’s legs opened to allow me more of her cunt as her eyes remained locked on the screen.

"They have no idea we’re watching them, do they?" She said, not expecting an answer, and not receiving one from me. 

We both continued to watch as my hand began to rub her pussy which was quickly becoming wet again. Rhonda reached a hand over to my stiffing cock and began to play with it. She was very turned on by the show we were getting on the laptop.

"Look." Rhonda said, although my eyes were glued on the screen. Dave suddenly lifted his cock out of my wife’s mouth and we watched as his load shot all over her tits. The creamy liquid splashed against her left nipple and slowly leaked down her breast. Crystal then reached up and took a hold of his cock and guided it back to her mouth. We watched as her tongue darted between her lips and licked off the head of his penis.

Dave climbed off of her and reached over to the nightstand. He picked up an object and turned back toward Crystal. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was holding a rubber cock. The toy was massive, and I couldn’t believe my eyes as he put it on her chest and rolled it around her cum-soaked tit. He then brought it down between her legs and we watched her mouth open it what was clearly a loud moan as he slid the dong inside her pussy. He lowered his mouth to her clit and began to suck it as he fucked her with the fake dick. Crystal’s hands reached for her tits and she began to rub what was left of his load over her chest as her body arched into the air with each pump of the rubber cock. 

"My god!" Rhonda said, her hand now tight around my shaft. She pulled her eyes off the screen and looked at me. "Fuck me, Pete. I mean, fuck me right now!"

Before I could say a word, she turned on the bed and got on all fours. She looked back at the laptop and continued watching the sexual pictures as I climbed up on the bed and got on my knees behind her.

My cock slid easily inside her pussy and I began to slide it in and out of her cunt as we both stayed glued on the fuck happening live in my bedroom. I tried to match my movement to the dildo sliding in and out of my wife. Rhonda started to moan loudly again, and I knew that she would cum quickly. All of this was simply far more than she had ever thought possible, and her pussy was responding accordingly. I also realized that I wasn’t going to last long either. Watching my wife cheating on me in my own bed as I fucked a cute redhead hundreds of miles away was too much.

All of a sudden Dave pushed the fat cock hard and deep into my wife’s cunt and she tightened her body as her climax hit. At the same moment, Rhonda’s cunt gripped my shaft and she screamed with pleasure as she came. My cock responded to the tight pussy and expanded as my cum filled the shaft and exploded into Rhonda’s canal. 

We remained completely still for a few moments, my cock resting inside of her as we watched Dave pull the wet cock out of Crystal’s cunt. They laid down together on my bed, as I pulled my shaft out of Rhonda and pulled her into my arms.

We rested, knowing that we were going to get very little sleep that night, or any night all week.

I looked over at the screen and saw Dave getting dressed as he prepared to leave my wife alone and go home to his own woman. Five minutes later, Crystal was dressed in her pajamas and straightening out the sheets.

I reached for the phone and dialed our number.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey babe," I said, watching her on the screen.

"Pete! I was wondering when you’d call! I miss you, lover."

"I’ll bet you do. What’d you do tonight?"

"Oh, nothing. Watched a bit of T.V. and missed you. That’s about it."

Rhonda snuggled in close and reached down to take a hold of my cock. 

"Did Dave drop by?"

"Dave?"

I smiled as I saw the look of panic in her eyes. "Yeah, Dave, from work. He told me he was going to drop in and check on you. You know, like he did when I was away last time."

"Oh, Dave. Yeah, he came by for a second, but we didn’t really visit too long."

"That’s too bad, Crys. You should take the time to get to know him, he’s a real nice guy."

"Well, maybe if he comes by again I’ll invite him in."

"Listen, I’m kinda tired, honey. I was hard at work right up until I called, but I think I’ll hit the sack. I’ll call you tomorrow again."

"Okay, Pete. I love you and miss you hon." 

"Love you too." I said, hanging up the phone. I watched as Crystal put the phone down and then close her eyes in obvious relief. At that point I decided to finally blow the whistle when I got home after this trip.

But, in the meantime, I had a very eager redhead holding my cock, and a week of watching my wife via secret camera. 

It was going to be a good week.

To Be Continued...



My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 5



Chapter 5: The Trip, Day Two

Rhonda and I awoke the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing with our wake up call. I looked over at the clock through squinted eyes and saw that it was 6:30 A.M. I dropped my head back down on the pillow and took a deep breath. It seemed like we had just fallen asleep, which was how it should have felt, since we had finally stopped fucking around 4:30 that morning. 

I couldn’t believe the energy Rhonda had for sex. This girl had definitely been deprived by her religious husband. I thought of somehow dropping him a note explaining to him what he was missing, but figured his loss was my gain. After all, the only reason this beautiful redhead spent the night riding my cock was because of his actions. I smiled as I thought to myself, maybe I should send him a thank you card.

I looked over at the naked woman laying beside me. Her red hair fell in curly locks down over her face. It was long, reaching halfway down her back. She was in great shape, probably weighing somewhere around one hundred and twenty pounds. It was clear that she worked out a few times a week. She was beautiful and I was a very lucky man.

I pushed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek, causing her to stir. I kissed her again, moving my lips gently across her face and over her neck and slowly down her back. She sighed and wiggled slightly as I kissed her again. I moved my hand down to her ass and rubbed her tight behind as my lips continued to brush against her back. My hand slid down between her ass cheeks and I felt her pussy which was beginning to moisten. I rubbed her a few times, and then jumped off the bed.

“Hey!” She cried, looking over at me as I walked towards the bathroom. “Where the hell are you going? Get back here and take care of my pussy!” 

I continued into the bathroom, yelling back at her, “No can do, my little nymph, we gotta get up and moving, after all, we’re here for training, remember?”

She continued to protest as I turned on the water and climbed into the shower. 

Rhonda sat down at the desk next to mine at the start of class. I winked at her and she smiled back as we settled into the boring manual and lecture for the day. About halfway through the morning, a piece of paper dropped onto my desk. I looked at it and then peeked over at Rhonda, who just smiled at me. I opened the note and read:

“Pete, I just wanted you to know how much I enjoyed everything that we did last night. You turned me on in ways I’ve never been turned on before. The way your tongue felt inside of me, and the taste of your cum in my mouth is something I will remember forever. I never knew a woman could have so many orgasms in one night, from so many ways. We have three more nights together, and I want you to know that you own me sexually. I am your sex slave. Whatever you want to do to me, you have permission to do. Anything you’ve ever wanted to try with a woman, you can try with me. Please don’t be afraid to tell me your fantasies. After what you did to me last night, I am in debt to you forever. Sincerely, your slut, Rhonda.”

I turned the paper over and wrote back:

“Rhonda, my slut, thank you for giving yourself to me. You turned me on as much as I may have done things to you. You make this week worthwhile, and I want to introduce you to everything you are missing. Your pussy has a taste that is so uniquely you. I could eat you all day long. I may eat you all night long. When my cock enters you, the warmth of your canal is almost too much to handle. My cock is stiff as I write this too you. I am picturing your mouth wrapped around my pole, sucking me fast and hard. There is a handicap bathroom just outside the class. As soon as we are dismissed for lunch, I want you to go in there. I will knock rapidly three times. Let me in, and do not say a word to me. You will satisfy my need to cum in that bathroom. I will not reciprocate. You are to be wet all day long. You will get your needs met tonight. Oh, and one more thing my sexy pet, please remove your bra and panties and do not wear them again this week. You must always be ready to take in my cock quickly – you never know when or where we’ll do it.”

I handed the note back to her and peeked at her as she read it. Her eyes were wide as she read my words. It was clear that she was turned on by my commands and that she was going to be a very submissive woman all week long.

Rhonda was the first one to get up as soon as the teacher dismissed us for lunch. She quickly left the room, not looking down at anyone. Meanwhile, I took my time, engaging in small talk with some of the other guys in the class. A couple of them watched as Rhonda sped past them, and then turned to joke with each other about how nice it would be to fuck her. I joined them and together we talked about how fine a body she had. 

After about fifteen minutes I left the class and walked towards the single bathroom. I knocked three times on the door and it flew open immediately. “I was starting to wonder if you were coming.” Rhonda said as I closed it and locked it behind us.

“I believe I said no talking.” I commented as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-hard penis.

Rhonda looked down at it and silently dropped to her knees. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my cock. It finished growing inside her mouth as her tongue began to circle the shaft as she sucked eagerly. This time she need no coaching, and her hands began to play with my balls as she willingly devoured my meat. My hands played with her hair as I watched her suck me off. She continued going at it for a few minutes until finally I came, filling her mouth with my cream. She sucked harder, swallowing every drop that I gave her, until finally I was done. She slowed down, keeping my cock in her mouth, sucking gently for a short time.

Finally she stood. She was flushed. She was clearly horny. She was definitely hoping for more. “Fuck me right now, Pete!” She said, pleading.

“No. You will get yours tonight. I want you wet and horny all day long.”

“But I can’t stand it! I need you inside me so badly right now. If you don’t fuck me, I’ll make myself cum while you watch.” She reached down and lifted up her skirt and began to play with herself. I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her very wet cunt. 

“We do this my way, okay? You need to trust me. You will thank me tonight for making you wait all day.”

I released her hand and she obediently put it down at her side. I kissed passionately and then asked her to hand over her panties to me. They were already off and sitting in the sink, so she picked them up and gave them to me. “What are you going to do with them?” She asked, as she watched me put them in my pocket.

“Just watch me at break this afternoon, and you’ll find out.”

With that, we walked out of the bathroom and down the hall towards the elevator. We still had about forty-five minutes left before the afternoon session was to begin, so we headed to the food court to have a bite to eat.

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I smiled as I watched Rhonda squirm from the time we arrived back in class from lunch. I could tell she was very turned on by the open air blowing up her skirt and onto her exposed cunt. She continually shifted in her seat, trying to find a position from which she could concentrate on the class instead of on sex.

As soon as the break was announced, she stood up and walked over to the window to try and cool down. Her eyes remained on me the entire time, waiting to see what I was going to do. I tried to act cool, taking my time to get up from my seat. I walked over to one of the guys who had been commenting on Rhonda earlier and started chatting with him. 

Rhonda could see us whispering, but had no idea what we were saying. Suddenly my hand reached into my pocket and I handed him her panties, in full view of the class. Quickly he put them into his own pocket, a grin stretching across his face and he looked over at Rhonda standing at the window. Her eyes dropped to the ground as soon as he looked at her. I knew she felt embarrassed and maybe even a little horrified at what I had just done, but I also figured that before the afternoon was over, her embarrassment would turn to something else.

We sat back down and I looked over at her. Her eyes were wide as she returned my gaze. I watched her quickly scribble another note on a piece of paper and slide it over to me. I read it:

“Pete, what the hell did you do? Why did you give that man my panties? What did you say? I can’t believe you did that?”

I simply smiled as I picked up and pen and wrote back:

“Relax lover. I just told him that you were my slut for the week and I thought that since he had been fantasizing about you since yesterday, he might want to have something of yours. I suggested to him that if he was to return the panties to me tomorrow with something else in them, that maybe he might even get a chance to fuck you before the week was through. I told him that I guessed you would probably be open to having a gang bang before the week was through. That since you didn’t get enough cock at home, you would be more than happy to service two or three at the same time while here on the training. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”

I handed the note back to her and sat back to watch her reaction. Her face became flush and she held her breath as she took in the note. She was taken completely off guard and had no idea what to say or do. She was lost.

As soon as class was over, we headed back to the hotel. Rhonda was moving at a fantastic pace, desperate to get away from the classroom, and the man with her panties in his pocket. I followed behind slowly, letting her disappear ahead of me. I knew she’d be waiting when I arrived.

Sure enough, as I opened the door to my room, she was waiting. She was naked and stretched out on the bed. Her legs were wide open and her pussy was exposed for me. “Please.” She said, looking at through desperate eyes.

I silently removed my clothes and climbed down on top of her. Without saying a word, I simply slide my cock inside her drenched pussy and began to pump. Her orgasm started almost immediately, and she began to scream with relief as I fucked her cunt. I came shortly after, filling her with hot cum, and then laid down beside her to relax.

She was quiet for a minute and then finally whispered, “Pete, am I bad for getting so turned on by what you did today? I mean, I can’t believe how hot you made me by giving that man my underwear. What’s he going to do with them? Are you really going to make me fuck him too? I’m kinda scared about being with more than one man at a time. But I really like the idea too.”

I let her ramble on, nodding in agreement when needed. Finally she quieted down and leaned over and kissed me.

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After enjoying a small supper, we headed back to the hotel. It was about eight o’clock and time to check out the camera broadcasting from my bedroom. I opened up my laptop and dialed my connection again. After a few minutes, the streaming video opened up on the screen, and we saw the clear view of my bed.

At the moment there was nothing happening in the room, but I guessed it wouldn’t be long before the action would begin.

Rhonda got up and poured us a glass of wine as we waited. We talked about fantasies and desires and casually played with each other’s bodies. We were warming up, knowing that another round of fucking was soon going to take place.

Suddenly some movement caught our attention and we looked over at the screen. Crystal walked into the room and walked over to the CD / Alarm clock on my nightstand. She put in a disk and pressed play. I again regretted having not set up the sound to go along with the video. We watched as she moved away from the corner of the room and started talking to someone out of the view of the camera. 

I wondered what she was saying to Dave. Whatever it was, I could tell she was getting a reaction. She smiled at what must have been his reply, and then slowly started to dance.

We sat on the bed in the hotel and watched as my wife began to dance for her lover. She moved seductively, emphasizing each swing of her hips. Her hands ran up and down her body, touching herself, feeling herself. Her eyes were half closed, and her tongue ran across her lips. She moved her hands up and over her breasts, cupping them through the silk blouse she had on. They then moved down over her jeans, one hand moving behind her body and across her ass, the other gently sliding between her legs to rub her mound through the jeans.

Slowly she brought her hands back up to her blouse and began to undo the buttons. Slowly, one at a time, she undid them. With each opened button, more of her skin was exposed to both her lover and to us. 

We watched silently as she dropped the shirt to the floor, her arms wrapping across her chest, hiding her breasts which were also covered by her bra. She squeezed them again, pulling and tugging them. Her hands moved behind her and she unclasped the bra and dropped it to the floor. She dropped her arms to her side as she continued to sway back and forth her tits fully exposed, her nipples clearly erect. She smiled as her hands moved to the front of her jeans, slowly rubbing between her legs before moving up to her zipper. She opened them and gently began to slide them down her long legs. She kicked them off, flicking them towards where Dave must have been sitting. She laughed as they flew out of view of the camera. 

Rhonda and I were totally silent, unable to speak as we watched my wife dance around in only her panties. She turned around so that her back was to Dave and to us, and she placed her thumbs on the elastic of the only remaining fabric. As she slid the panties down, she leaned over, exposing her ass and her pussy. My wife was very flexible, and managed to bend right over so that her hands touched her toes, and she lifted her feet over the panties.

She remained in that position, bent over, her cunt lips in full view, her asshole exposed and ripe to the man sitting in the chair. 

I watched as the figure came into view of the camera. My mouth dropped open as I realized that this time it wasn’t Dave. Instead, the man who came into view of the camera was a complete stranger to me. I had never seen him before. I was certain of that. 

He was not the kind of man you would forget meeting. He must have been six and a half feet tall. His arms were massive. He looked like a football player. And he was dark black. 

I was stunned as this massive black man dropped to his knees and began to lick my wife’s pussy which was still sticking up in the air, exposed to his tongue. He dived in, licking her with his long, red tongue. Crystal reached up and grabbed a hold of the bedpost as he ate her from behind. Finally he stood, his muscles rippling as he positioned himself behind my wife. 

Because the camera was behind him, I couldn’t see him enter her, but I knew that he had by the way my wife’s head came up in the air. She looked back at him, her face so filled with lust. She had the same look Rhonda had on her face while I fucked her all night. It was the look of a slut. It was a face that had “fuck me hard!” written all over it.

And this massive black man was doing just that. He pounded his cock into her, his hips bucking back and forth as she hung on to the bed. His hands were on her hips, and every time he thrust forward, he would pull her backward, and I knew that he was going as deep as he could inside of her. 

Then, without warning, he stopped and pulled out of her. He turned around and walked toward my dresser, his front in full view of the camera. Rhonda’s exhaled as I whispered, “Oh my god.”

We both looked at the screen of my laptop as took in the sight. He had to have been ten inches long and thicker than anything I’ve ever seen before. He was massive. I doubted if Crystal could even fit him in her mouth, he was so thick. He grabbed something off the dresser and turned back to her. Crystal remained still, her pussy sticking as high into the air as she could get it. Her hands hanging onto the bedpost as he moved over to her. He stood to the side of her, one hand on his cock, pumping it. 

His other hand was holding the object. I still couldn’t tell what it was. Suddenly, he swung the hand into the air and down across her ass. The object smacked against her cheek and Crystal lunged forward. Her head dropped down, but she hung on to the post. He then bent down and kissed the spot where he had just spanked. I then noticed that he was holding a wooden spoon. His hand came up again and he slapped her a second time. And then a third. With each hit, he would pause and kiss her ass.

I didn’t have to strain to see how wet her pussy had become throughout this activity. She was getting more turned on with every smack of the spoon. He whacked her again, and then kissed her. Finally the spoon dropped to the ground and he turned back to face her. His bent his knees slightly, and pushed his tool back into her cunt. He began to thrust again, and I tried to picture his incredible cock stretching her pussy wide.

He moved quickly now. Each pump coming harder. Her body was tensing and I knew that she was climaxing as he fucked her. Her legs buckled a bit and he held her up with his massive arms. As he started to cum I watched him pull out of her and shoot his load all over her ass and up her back. The liquid literally poured out of his black tool, covering her and rolling down her body. 

Crystal fell forward onto the bed, exhausted. The black man turned and walked off screen. There was no movement for a few minutes until he reappeared, fully dressed. He said something to Crystal, who remained still, draped over the side of the bed. She didn’t respond, and he turned and disappeared out of view. 

We watched as she remained on the bed. She was covered in his cum. Her pussy was bright red and swollen. 

Rhonda and I sat frozen on the bed. We couldn’t believe what we had just watched take place in my bedroom at home. My cock was rock hard in my pants, and I wanted to fuck Rhonda desperately, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. I couldn’t move them away from the look of my wife, covered in cum, laying exhausted half off the bed.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Rhonda got up off the bed and knelt down in front of me. She unzipped my pants and pulled my stiff rod from my underwear. Without saying a word, she began to suck me off. My eyes remained riveted on the screen of my laptop as I watched my wife get up off the bed and walk out of view of the camera. A short time later she was back, still naked, with a cloth and began to wipe the cum off the bed and carpet. She then disappeared again, and I figured she was probably having a shower.

I turned my focus to Rhonda who was still enjoying my cock. It felt so good. After what I had just seen, I needed a release more than anything I could think. However, I didn’t just want a blow job, so I reached down and raised Rhonda up to her feet. I sat on the bed and began to undress her, dropping her clothes to the floor around us.

I pulled her into me, my face at her chest level and began to suck her nipples. Focusing on one and then the other. My fingers began to pinch and squeeze them as I sucked hard. Her hands came up to my hair and she ran her fingers through it as I enjoyed her tits in my mouth.

I moved my hands across her skin, gently, slowly, wanting to touch every part of her. They reached her ass and I pulled at her cheeks, holding them tight, pulling them apart as I bit down on her erect nipples.

I stood up and moved around behind her. My kisses ran across her neck as my hands moved back to her breasts. My cock, sticking out from the zipper of my pants pressed hard against her backside. I began to slide my tongue down her back, falling to my knees and I went further down her spine.




My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 5



Rhonda leaned forward, imitating the position my wife had been in, raising her ass into the air, exposing both her cunt and her asshole. I pushed her cheeks apart and licked at her hole, causing her to groan. I pushed again, pressing my tongue against her tight button, forcing it slightly into her. My fingers went to her wet pussy and easily slid inside. I put one, then two, and finally three fingers deep inside her. My juice covered fingers then moved up to her tight hole and I began to play with it, relaxing it, softening it up. Slowly I introduced one finger into her hole, pushing it deep inside of her. I moved it out until only about a quarter of the finger was inside of her. Gently I began to push on the sides of hole, stretching it. A second finger joined the first. And then, slowly, a third.

Her breathing was intense. Her juices dripped down her legs. She was on fire as I finger fucked her ass. I moved back to a standing position, keeping my fingers inside her. I positioned my stiff rod at her pussy, and pushed forward. I dove inside her with ease, her cunt so wet that there was very little friction. I began to pump her from behind as my fingers continued their assault of her ass. She was becoming loud again. It was so clear that she was enjoying it beyond words.

She took in a deep breath and then cried out, “Fuck me, Peter! Fuck my ass! I want your cock inside my ass. Please. Do my virgin ass right now!”

I didn’t need to be told again. My fingers quickly came out and I pulled my cock from her pussy. It was so wet that it would enter her ass without problem. I positioned the tip at her hole and pressed forward. At the same time she pushed back on me and I suddenly disappeared inside her hole. “Yes!” Rhonda cried, “Yes! That feels so good! Oh god! Fuck my ass Peter! Fuck it!”

I began pumping in and out of her hole. My hand reached around and began to play with her clit and I continued my movement. I looked over my shoulder at the laptop still open on the table and noticed my wife sitting on the bed, watching TV. She was still naked, and was mindlessly playing with her tits. I kept my eyes focused on her as I fucked Rhonda’s ass. Soon I began to swell and she groaned as I stretched her even more. My cum blasted into her hole, filling her with my hot liquid, and she hit her climax as my fingers played with her clit.

I slowly pulled my cock out of Rhonda’s ass and we collapsed onto the bed. We soon drifted off to sleep, knowing tomorrow would be another busy day.

To Be Continued...



My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 6



As soon as we walked into class the next day, Rhonda began looking for the man who had taken her panties from me the day before. She scanned the room of mostly men but he was no where to be found. 

Suddenly he came into the room, his eyes locked immediately onto Rhonda’s eyes. He smiled and gave her a little wave. She looked down, embarrassed and shy. She looked over at me and I winked at her and then turned and gave the man a nod.

I leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Just so you know, I told him that if he brought you back your panties today, that you would allow him to eat what they normally covered. If he gives them to you, then you can be confident that he wants to eat your pussy tonight. So, I want you to think about that all day today. Tonight, you are going to have two men at the same time, and you are going to cum many times.

She looked at me with wide eyes. “I can’t do that!” She said, a little louder than she wanted to. “Two of you?”

“Yup, two of us. And you can do it. In fact, by lunch I’ll bet you’ll want to do it more than anything else. I’m so sure of it, that if you are not wet with the idea of two men by lunch time, I’ll call the entire thing off.”

She sat quiet, staring at me. Shocked. Uncertain. At lunch we found our way back into the handicap bathroom where Rhonda again sucked me off. I was in heaven. This beautiful redhead was willing to do anything I wanted her to do. She was so desperate to experience anything sexual, thanks to her cold husband at home.

At the end of the day we headed back to the hotel and had a quick bite to eat in the hotel restaurant. We ate as quickly as we could, then headed back up to the room.

We walked into the room and kissed. “Do you trust me, Rhonda?” I asked, holding her close.

“Yes, I do. I completely trust you.”

“If you allow yourself to totally trust me tonight, I promise you that you’ll experience the greatest orgasm ever. If you allow yourself to trust me fully, you will reach levels of pleasure you never thought possible. Will you trust me that much.”

“Yes, I will.”

With that, I began to undress her. After her clothes were removed, I led her to the side of the bed where I told her to wait. I opened the dresser drawer and took out a long, black cloth. My eyes locked on hers as I raised the cloth to her face. I could see the trust in her eyes as the material came up and over them, blocking out all her sight. I gently tied the blindfold tightly over her eyes and then gently lowered her to the bed.

She laid there completely skill. Her hands dropped to her sides, and she waited. 

I leaned over her and began to softly kiss her mouth. She responded by opening her lips and inviting my tongue in. We kissed passionately as my hands began to move down and across her body. My touch was so gentle, so light. With her sight gone, her touch sensation was intensified, and she wiggled at each caress of my hands. 

I moved up her body, across her neck, and then down her left arm. Our hands closed together and I slowly eased her arm up over her head. With my free hand, I reached over and picked up the silk cord that I had tied to the top of the bed earlier.

Slowly I tied it around her wrist, until her arm was secured above her head. I did the same to her right arm. My lips moved back to hers and we kissed again. I offered reassuring kisses making her understand that she was safe, even though her hands and sight were no longer available. 

I began to kiss her neck again, then slowly moved down her body, pausing at each breast to kiss and massage them. I continued down, bypassing her midsection, and focusing on one of her legs. My kisses moved down until I reached her foot. I kissed each toe, letting them slide into my mouth for a gentle suck. 

I then reached for another cord and wrapped it around her ankle. Next, I fastened her other leg. I moved off the bed and stood at the bottom of it and looked up at Rhonda. She looked so beautiful laying there, her arms secured above her head with one rope, her legs spread apart to the corners of the bed with two other cords. 

Her breathing was much heavier now, and I could see the moisture forming on her exposed pussy. She was getting horny at the feeling of helplessness she was experiencing. I stood quietly, taking her in. I could tell she was trying to figure out what I was doing. Where had I gone.

Finally she spoke. “Pete? Are you there?”

“Yes, I am. Let me make one more suggestion, lover. From this moment on, don’t ask questions. Speak if you wish, but don’t try and figure things out. I know you’ll make a lot of noise tonight, but don’t worry about what’s happening. The feeling of helplessness that you are experiencing is a powerful sensation. Right now ever nerve in your body is on edge. You are going to feel every touch in a way you’ve never felt a touch before. However, I want to give you a special word to use in case you want this to stop. The word is ‘Canada’. If at any time you become scared and don’t want me to stop, just say the word ‘Canada’ and I’ll quickly untie you. Do you understand that?”

She nodded her head. “I think so, but why not just say ‘stop’?” 

“Because, you are going to be taken to new heights tonight, and you may cry out for me to stop teasing you, or something, but not really mean it. By using a word that has no sexual connotations, there is no chance of there being a misunderstanding. Okay?”


“Okay.”

“Now, Rhonda, with all you’ve told me about your husband and his religious background, I think that you sometimes feel like you are a bad person for having lovers. You probably sometimes think you are nothing but a slut. A dirty whore. Well, you’re not. But I’m going to make you feel like it tonight. I’m going to treat you like a prostitute. I’m going to talk very dirty to you. I’m going to do things to you that you’ve probably never had done before. And I think you are going to really enjoy it. Does that sound alright?”

She paused for a second, and finally said, “I want to be your whore tonight Peter. I am a slut. I don’t care about anything but sex. I want to be fucked hard. I loved you in my ass last night. You can stick your cock in any hole of mine you want and I’ll enjoy it.”

I smiled, but didn’t answer. It was time to maker her start guessing. I looked at my watch and realized it was time anyway. I started toward the door just as the knock came. Looking back at Rhonda, I could tell she was puzzled by the sound of the knock. She was wondering if she had heard the door knock, or if it was just me hitting something.

I opened the door carefully, trying not to make any noise. I brought my finger to my lips and invited in the guy who had dropped Rhonda’s panties onto her desk that morning. I didn’t know his name, and didn’t care. 

He walked into the room and his eyes widened as he looked at the incredible sight of a beautiful redheaded woman tied to the bed. Rhonda was cocking her head towards us, trying to figure out what I was doing.

The man turned and smiled at me and began to take off his clothes. I followed his move and soon we were both standing naked, staring at Rhonda. He looked over at me, asking permission with his hands, and then slowly climbed onto the bed.

I stood and watched as this stranger moved his hands over Rhonda’s body. Rhonda jumped when he first touched her, but soon began to respond to his touch. Compared to how I had been touching her, he was very rough. Squeezing hard, pulling her nipples and pinching them tightly. She flinched at each squeeze, but said nothing. Her head moved from side to side as she tried to take in a sense of what was going on in the room.

I moved my hand down to my erect cock and began to play with myself as I watched the man grab at Rhonda’s tits. One hand quickly slid down to her mound and he began to grab at it. He pushed two fingers inside of her and then looked over at me.

“Her cunt is soaked!” He said, forgetting my request to be quiet. Rhonda turned her head toward his voice, and her body tensed up a bit. 

“Rhonda, I want you to meet the man from class who had the privilege of holding on to your panties all night.”

Rhonda licked her lips and said, “Nice to meet you. I knew it wasn’t Pete touching me. I’m glad you like how wet I am.”

I was a little taken back at how comfortable she sounded. She was clearly enjoying what was happening, and even though it was her first time being bound, she didn’t sound nervous at all. She was behaving like a slut.

“Oh yeah, Rhonda, I do like how wet your are. You’re a pretty little fuck, aren’t you. I’ll bet you like fucking all the time, don’t you. You think about cocks all day long?” He said, his fingers pumping in and out of her.

I watched on from the side, my hand pumping my cock hard. 

“Yes, I do love cocks,” Rhonda said, “I love sucking them and being fucked by them. Are you going to fuck me?”

“Oh, don’t worry you slut, I’m going to fuck you alright. I’m going to ram my cock so far inside of you, and fuck you ‘till my cum fill your pussy full.”

The man moved his head down between her legs and removed his fingers, sliding his tongue inside her drenched pussy.

I climbed onto the bed and brought my cock down to Rhonda’s mouth. She was about to say something and opened her mouth to begin, when I slide my rod inside her. She responded without hesitation, quickly sucking me as the stranger devoured her pussy.

The man shifted again, and I looked over just as he brought himself up so that he could enter her. He began to pump hard, fucking her fast. Her moans were softened by my cock deep inside her mouth. She sucked harder, completely lost in the feel of the two men on her.

I was getting so hot as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. I began to talk to her as she sucked me. “C’mon woman, suck harder. Take me down your throat. Feel how big I can get. You’re enjoying this aren’t you. You like having two cocks in you at once, don’t you. I could have invited the entire class up here and you would have fucked every single one of them. Every guy and every woman, right? You’re going to go home so fucked that you won’t know what to do. I can’t believe you’ve allowed yourself to be tied to the bed of a man you only met a few days ago. And then, to be fucked every night while your husband sits at home alone, no one even thinking about his cock.”

She was sucking so hard now that I knew I was going to cum. I felt myself begin to explode, so I pulled out of her mouth and pointed my penis at her tits. The liquid blasted out of the head and hit her right on the middle of her chest. She took in a deep breath as the warm cream covered her breasts. I turned back to her mouth and touched her lips with the head of my cock, leaving a touch of cum on her red lips. They parted again, taking me back in her mouth, and she cleaned off my spent cock. 

Suddenly the man fucking her grunted and tensed as he shot his cum into her pussy. At the sense of his cum filling her, Rhonda hit an orgasm of her own.

Things were quiet for a few minutes as we regained our strength. The man climbed off of Rhonda and went into the bathroom to clean off his penis. I leaned over and kissed Rhonda, who laid quietly, relaxing.

When the man came back into the room, I got up and walked over to him. “Thanks for joining us, but it’s probably best for you to leave now.”

“What the hell? Are you kidding me? Look at her! I want to fuck her at least a few more times before I go anywhere.”

I shook my head. “Sorry my friend, but we had an agreement. I told you that you could have her once if you did as I said. Well, you had her. And now you can leave.”

“But I’d like her again.”

“I don’t care what the fuck you want. You need to hear what I’m saying. You were not invited here for your pleasure. I could care less how you feel. You are in the room for one reason, to give her pleasure. And now it’s time for you to leave.”

The guy looked at me and quickly realized that he had better not argue with me too much. He angrily grabbed his clothes and got dressed. He looked at me and then back over at Rhonda, then turned and stormed out of the room without saying a word.

As the door slammed closed behind him, I turned back towards Rhonda. I laid down on the bed beside her and kissed her again.

“Why did you make him leave?” she asked.

“Because we had a deal. He got what he wanted. And, because I wanted you to experience two guys. However, if he had stayed all night, you would have regretted doing this in the morning. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Besides, it’s time for our nightly show, and I don’t want to watch it with him in the room.” I got up again and turned on the laptop. I was soon connected and looking into my bedroom at home. It was empty at the moment, so I turned back to Rhonda who was still tied up and blindfolded.

“And, I’m not done with you yet.” I said, looking over her gorgeous body. Her tits moved up and down with each breath. They were still covered in the semen I had spent on her just a few minutes earlier. The liquid was shone against her skin, dripping down between her tits. Her stomach was firm, and my eyes continued down lower to her red bush. It was matted down from the pounding she had just received from the stranger’s cock. I could see his cum dripping out of her pussy and spilling on her legs. She was beautiful and I once again whispered a silent “thank you” for being the lucky guy to hook up with her for this week.

I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. She quickly responded, opening her lips and inviting my tongue to explore her. We kissed for a long time, our passions beginning to rage once again. My hands reached for her sticky breasts, my fingers rubbing through my cum, spreading it over the tits once again. We were sticky and dirty, but didn’t care. I moved my mouth down and began to suck her nipples again. I could taste my semen as I licked her tits, and her breathing intensified at the realization of what I was doing. I continued to clean myself off her body. I moved lower, kissing her belly, moving lower on her.

Rhonda knew where I was heading, and finally spoke, “Do it Pete! Do it! Eat his cum out of my cunt. Be dirty! Lick him out of me. Pretend I’m Crystal again, and you’re eating Dave out of her cunt! Eat me my sweet fuck! And then fill me again!”

I did as she requested, moving my face into her cum-soaked pussy. His cum tasted more bitter than my own had, but I lapped it up like a dog anyway. It was dirty and so unlike what I would normally do, but this was a night of dirty behavior, and I was testing myself to see how far I would go. Her juices were flowing easily and I lapped up the mixture. It tasted awesome, and I could feel my hard cock straining as I pushed my goatee as far into her cunt as possible.

She pulled at her cords, wishing she could reach my head and push me deeper. But I had secured them too tight. Her hands were fastened above her head, and she was unable to move them. My tongue darted in and out of her, catching on her clit and flicking it as I pulled my tongue out of her. My lips closed around her swollen clit and I began to suck on it, my teeth nipping it slightly. She was groaning loudly now, and I knew she would cum soon. I brought my hand over to her pussy and spread her even wider apart. As my tongue lapped up her juices, I began to rub her clit hard with my hand. I played with her as her voice became louder and louder. 

Soon she was screaming with pleasure as her climax approached. I could sense it coming, could feel how close she was to exploding. Just as I thought she would go over the edge, I backed off, pulling my hand and mouth away from her pussy. She took in a deep breath as she felt herself come as close as she could to climaxing. I waited until her breathing began to slow and then dived right back in, my tongue deep inside her as my hand rubber her clit. Her breathing once again escalated and she was soon back at the point of cumming. I took her a little further, but then pulled away again, just before she couldn’t stop. 

This time she groaned loudly and cried, “Oh Pete! Please, make me cum! I can’t stand it!”

My tongue entered her again and my hand went back to work. My fingers massaged and squeezed her clit as my tongue sucked in her juices. She was absolutely soaked. The bed under her was soaked. I had never seen a cunt as wet as she was at that point. It was incredible. 

Her body began to stiffen again, and I knew she was again close to orgasm. I pulled away once again. Rhonda began to pull at her cords, trying to free her hands, wanting to finish the job. Her body wiggled from side to side as she tried to lift her cunt up to my face. She could feel my hot breath on her wet pussy, and she wanted me to lick her just one more time. I knew that all my tongue had to do was touch her cunt, and she would climax.

I slowly moved my body, positioning myself. My mouth remained close to her cunt, my breath filling it with expectation. I was on my knees, between her spread out legs which were still tied to the edge of the bed. Finally I was ready. I began to lick her again, my fingers reaching for her clit. She groaned and then it came.

It was a sound that originated deep inside of her. It was a sound of pure pleasure. Of pure ecstasy. It seemed to come from the deepest parts of within her. Her body tensed once again, and with one motion, I slide up her body, allowing my cock to slide inside her flooded cunt. As soon as I entered her, she started her orgasm. Her pussy lips squeezed around my pole and the sound exploded from her lips. It was a moan of pure joy. 

I pumped hard as she came. Her orgasm rolled over her like waves. With each pump of my cock, another wave would hit her. I fucked her hard, feeling my own climax approaching. Soon my cock began to swell and I felt my cum explode out of my cock and fill her pussy. 

The waves continued as I stopped pumping. Each wave was a little less than the last, until she finally lay still under me. The bed was soaked with a mixture of our sweat and our cum.

I slowly reached up and took off her blindfold and released her hands. She wrapped them around me and kissed my drenched lips. She wanted to speak, but couldn’t. I didn’t need to hear her say anything. I knew she had just experienced the greatest orgasm of her life.

I looked back over at the laptop and saw that the bedroom was still empty. My wife must be fucking someone elsewhere tonight. There would be no show in my bedroom.

We kissed again, and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. Our bodies still covered in our liquids.



My Life As A Financial Advisor Ch. 7



My Life As A Financial Advisor
Chapter 7: The Confrontation

I headed home from my training feeling very tired. After all, with Rhonda spending all her free time with me, I averaged only a few hours of sleep a night. Rhonda is a very unique girl, and, at least to this point in my life, she by far has the strongest sex drive of any woman I’ve met. We had agreed to stay in touch, and even take in more training sessions together in the future.

My mind stayed focused on her for the first few hours of my trip home. She was such a beautiful woman, and I had been very privileged to enjoy so much of her. I couldn’t believe that her husband was missing out on the treasure he had in bed with him. 

I wondered how many married men did the same as Rhonda’s husband. I’m sure that if you were to ask him how conservative his wife was in bed, he would tell you that she is very proper and very Christian, and would never do anything dirty. And yet, here she was in my room, fucking a man she had only met a few hours earlier, begging me to fuck her up the ass, allowing me to tie her up and give her to a total stranger and sucking me off in a public bathroom. She was not the woman her husband thought she was. 

And she even made it clear to me that all the things we did together she would willingly do with her husband if he would only ask. He had a sexual gold-mine in bed with him and he had no clue.

I shook my head in amazement as my car sped along the highway towards home. 

Home and Crystal. What was her story? I had left home thinking that she was simply another woman having an affair. But she wasn’t. The hidden camera had showed me that while she was indeed fucking my manager on a regular basis, she was also doing some massive black guy.

And what about the nights she didn’t show up in the room? Where was she then? Was she with Dave or this other guy? Or was there a third guy?

I had decided that I would confront her on her sexual actions once I was home. I wanted to hear her side of things; for her to explain herself.

It’s funny, I wasn’t angry with her. In fact, if anything, the thought of her and another guy was incredibly stimulating. But I wanted to understand her. My own behavior was a direct result of her actions. After all, I would never have cheated on her is she hadn’t done it first. But now that I had fucked a few women, I had no intention of going back to the way things were. 

Did that mean our marriage was over? I sure hoped not. As crazy as this may sound, I truly loved Crystal. But my new lifestyle was simply too liberating; too exciting; too refreshing. I was a changed man, and it was time to find out what she was all about.

As I headed down the highway, the sun setting at my back, it suddenly dawned on me. Was Crystal no different than Rhonda? Was I no different than Rhonda’s husband? Did I have this sexual woman at my side and just not realize it? 

I chuckled to myself at the thought. No, Crystal wasn’t a slut, Rhonda was. Rhonda was a slut in disguise, and she loved the idea that she was one. It turned her on to be considered a slut. Not Crystal. 

But weren’t Crystal’s actions typical of a slut wife?

My thoughts were interrupted as I saw the sign for my exit coming up. I slowed down and turned off the highway and drove down my street. I soon turned into my driveway and parked the car. I was home. 

Unlike last time, Dave’s car was no where to be found. After all, this time I was arriving home when I was expected, not early. I grabbed my stuff and headed up to the door, pausing for a second before sliding my key into the lock and heading inside.

“Hey babe! I’m home!” I yelled, noticing the t.v. on upstairs. 

“Pete! I’m so excited!” Crystal yelled, jumping up and running down the stairs. “I missed you so much!” She exclaimed as she planted kisses on my mouth. We stood in the hallway holding each other tight. Crystal continued to kiss me as she tried to talk.

“Did you eat? Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat quickly.”

“Sure, I’m famished.” I said, as we headed into the kitchen.

Crystal quickly made me a sandwich and we headed into the living room to talk. 

“So, what did you do all week with me away?” I asked, my eyes focused on her. 

“Oh,” she began, acting completely innocent, “not much. It was rather boring to be honest. I hardly left the house all week. Just laid in bed and watched t.v.”

“Really? That’s too bad.” I said, still focused on her, “I went non-stop. Worked all day and then into the night too.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

“You know, Crys, I had the weirdest dream the other night.”

“Must of ate too much pizza, eh?!” She said, smiling at me.

“Yeah, that was probably it. I dreamed about you, though.”

Crystal smiled at me. “Well, you can stop dreaming now. Your dream has come true.” She waved her hands in front of herself, “Tada! I’m right here!”

She had no idea where I was going with my comments. She was about to be told that I knew, and she was clueless. 

“Well, you weren’t the only one in my dream. I dreamed of Dave also.”

“Dave?” She asked, a quizzical look on her face. “You mean your manager, Dave?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. I dreamed you and Dave were together. You know, in bed together.”

“Really?” She said, looking anywhere but at me, “That’s stupid. What kind of a dream is that?”

“Actually, it was very graphic. You guys were really going at it. I mean very passionate fucking. It was like you guys were fucking all the time, you knew each other’s bodies so well.”

Crystal went to get up. “Well, Pete, you definitely had too much pizza, because that’s just goofy.”

“Hang on, Babe, sit down. I had another dream also. This time it was a big black guy fucking you. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was. I mean, it must have been 10 inches or something. In that dream, he took you from behind. You did some kind of erotic dance for him, then turned around and bent over our bed. He walked up behind you and drove that huge tool deep inside your pussy and fucked you hard. He slapped your ass a few times with something, and then when he was ready to cum, he pulled out of you and blasted his load all over your back.”

Crystal sat frozen in her chair, her eyes now locked on mine.

“Weird dreams, wouldn’t you say? I mean talk about graphic. It was like I was watching them live. You seemed to be enjoying them so much, you know? Oh, and do you know what the black guy did in my dream?” Crystal was motionless. “After he spent his load all over your back, he got dressed and walked out, without even kissing you goodbye. It was almost like he was using you as a quick fuck, and you liked it. Crazy, isn’t it?”

Crystal’s eyes began to moisten, and her hands started to shake. She knew I knew. 

We sat staring at each other, once again allowing silence to fill the room. 

Finally, she spoke. “I, um, I’m so sorry Pete. How did you find out? Please don’t leave me, I love you.”

I smiled at her. “You love me? Kinda funny way of showing it. Let’s see, you love me, but you’re fucking my manager in my own bed. You love me, but you are a slut to some stranger. You love me. That makes it all better, Crys.”

“How did you find out?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned back in my chair. “Remember the last time I went away? I came home early. Dave was here, supposedly checking up on you. What you don’t know is that I showed up about an hour before I rang the doorbell. I came in the house, hoping to surprise you, and ended up being the one getting surprised. I went upstairs and stood in the doorway watching the two of you fuck on my bed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. You were both so nervous when I went back downstairs and rang the bell. And then, you just about flipped when I ate your pussy before you could clean him out of you. And yes, Crystal, I did taste him in you. It was clear that his cum was all over your cunt.”

I looked over at my wife, her head lowered now as she listened to me.

“Anyway, I got thinking about it, and realized that the way the two of you had fucked, it was clear that it wasn’t a one time thing. You had been doing each other for some time. So, when Dave so generously gave me this new position, I devised a plan to find out what you were really doing.”

Crystal looked up, still silent.

“You remember that security system I installed?” 

She nodded, a puzzled look crossed her face.

“Well, it really is a security system. But the monitor in our bedroom isn’t a part of that system. Instead, I installed a computer camera behind the face plate and connected it to our computer. I set it up with remote access so that I could use my laptop to dial in to the computer from my hotel room and get a very clear picture of our bed. Let’s just say I saw some very interesting things this past week.”

Crystal sighed heavily. She was stunned. Finally she spoke, “Are you going to leave me?”

“I don’t know yet. Right now, I just want to know everything.”

Crystal was quiet again. I could tell she was contemplating what to say next. “I’m afraid to tell you everything. I don’t think you really want to know it all.”

“Please don’t tell me what I do or don’t want to know. You’ve been cheating on me for who knows how long with Dave. It’s time to be honest. In fact, if you are totally honest with me, then I think we can work this out. I just can’t stand the lies.”

She nodded and looked down. “Okay, I’ll tell you everything. Just don’t hate me for what I’m about to tell you. And please don’t forget that I really do love you. I’ve kept this from you because I love you and never wanted to loose you.”

“Be honest, and you wont lose me.” I said, sitting back to listen to her story. I had no idea what I was about to hear her say.

“Okay,” she said, taking in a deep breath, “here goes.” She paused again before continuing. “I’ve told you a bit about some of the guys I dated before we met. But I haven’t told you everything. I guess I, um, how do I say this, I love sex. I mean I can’t get enough sex. It’s like I’m addicted or something. 

“In high school, I had a name. You know, I was easy. All the guys knew that I would fuck on the first date. I knew everyone talked about me, but I didn’t care. I mean, I guess I liked it. I liked it that guys would literally fall all over me at school. All I had to do was snap my fingers and guys came running, meeting my every need. And, in return, I would fuck them. You asked me one time why I never had a boyfriend for more than a couple of months. Well, I guess it was because I could never be faithful to one guy. I tried, mind you. I tried hard. But it was useless. I wanted to fuck at least once a day, and my boyfriends just couldn’t satisfy me enough.”

“Don’t rush.” I said, interrupting. “I want to hear the entire story. Tell me about some of the encounters.

She looked at me without saying anything. I could tell she was unsure how to proceed. I wasn’t angry or upset. I was calm. 

“You mean details? Well, let’s see. In my four years of high school, I fucked most of the football team. I was always considered good looking, so the cute guys were always all over me. I loved it. I loved to see the reaction I could cause on a guy. I mean, I would stand by my locker and rub my tits when I knew a guy was watching. I would stare at him and touch myself. It was such a turn on to see the bulge grow in his pants.

“During my last year of school, I got really daring. I started fucking guys at school, doing it behind the stage in the auditorium, or in a classroom that wasn’t being used. Most of the girls at school hated me, but they were just jealous. I was probably the most powerful female in the school. I could literally get a guy to do anything for me. Sometimes I would get two guys to fight over me. Telling them that whoever won would have a night of pleasure with me. They would go nuts to win. Mind you, many times I would end up fucking the loser a few days later.

“Probably the most daring thing I did in school happened the last month of my senior year. My math teacher was a married guy about 35 years old. He was really cute, but that wasn’t what turned me on about him. It was obvious that my reputation had preceded me to his class, and I would catch him stealing glances at me during the class. It was the first time I realized that I could turn on older men as well as the boys around me. 

“I thought about it for a month. Finally, I decided to go for it. I was going to seduce him. I purposely started to struggle with my math homework, submitting incorrect work almost daily. After a few weeks of bad grades, I approached him after class, asking if I could meet get some extra help on my math work. He agreed and suggested I come to his office after school and we would discuss the areas of concern.

“I was horny all day thinking about that meeting. I showed up at his office with my top undone a little further than it should be. I had removed my bra and panties before going to his room, just to make sure we had quick access.

“We started out talking about math. Or at least I did, he had trouble concentrating, and I could feel his eyes glued to my tits. Finally, I just spoke out, as blunt as I could, and asked him if he liked the view. Well, he got so flustered and turned beet red. I just laughed and told him that I enjoyed having him look, and offered to give him a better view. He didn’t say anything, so I just stood up and took off my top, exposing my eighteen year old breasts to him. I moved around the desk and stood in front of his chair and pulled his face into my chest. 

“He was a little rough with me, I have to admit. I mean, it’s not everyday the math teacher gets to enjoy a fresh cunt. His hands moved so fast over my body, and before I knew it, I was bent over his desk and he was pounding his rod into my pussy from behind. It was so big compared to the boys who had fucked me. I was so turned on, and I must have cum about three times while he pumped me. As he started his orgasm, he pulled out and his load pumped all over my back. It was such a turn on for me to feel his hot semen on my skin. I guess that’s where the turn on about the black guy you saw me with comes from, but I’ll talk about that later.”

Crystal paused for a second, adjusting in her chair. I could tell she was starting to get turned on telling me her story, but she didn’t want to show it. After all, she still didn’t know what my reaction was going to be. 

She continued. “After high school, I tried to slow down a bit. And then I met you, and fell in love. I was completely faithful to you from the time we met, through our engagement, and up until about six months ago. Honestly. 

“I did have a lot of fantasies about guys, and found that I had to masturbate every day, but I stayed faithful to you. I love you so much and don’t want to ever lose you. I was just so horny. Fortunately for me, you have a high sex drive also, so at least I got to enjoy you almost every day. But it wasn’t enough, so I found myself masturbating with my vibrator whenever you were gone out. I tried to tell you a few times, but was afraid that you would be upset and would hate me for how I felt. So, I didn’t say anything.

“About six months ago, you and I went out for the evening with Dave and his wife. I don’t know if you remember the night or not, but we drank a lot, and had way too much fun. You didn’t feel like dancing, and Dave’s wife was a little too drunk to get on the dance floor, so Dave and I spent a lot of time in each other’s arms.

“I guess the feel of another man so close to me was too much. He had a hard-on and it was pressing against me, almost calling me. I was consumed with the temptation, and he was flirting like crazy. His hands were all over me on the dance floor, grabbing my ass and even pressing against my breasts a few times. I was overcome with lust by the end of the evening, and I finally had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and take care of my pussy.

“I didn’t see him, but I guess Dave followed me down to the restrooms. He was drunk enough to boldly follow me into the ladies room. We didn’t say a word. We just moved into one of the stalls and fucked hard. It was a quickie, with both of us cumming almost immediately.

“I felt so guilty when I went back upstairs. You didn’t suspect a thing, though. I think you were too focused on the women on the dance floor, I could tell you were checking them out. Dave’s wife was so pissed she just put her head down and fell asleep at the table.

“I couldn’t sleep all night. I lay in bed watching you snore, thinking about what I had done. I knew that Dave would be back for more, and I feared I was going to revert back to the old me. But I had already blown it. I had been unfaithful to you. And, I guess I just gave up. I resolved myself to the fact that I was a sex addict, and that I couldn’t help myself. I know it sounds like an excuse, but it’s true.

“So, I started fucking Dave on a regular basis. We did it about once a week when you were out on appointments, and almost everyday while you were away on your training sessions. I became consumed with sex again. In a way, I was lost in it.

“Dave thinks he’s the only one, but he’s not. I’m back to how I was in high school, ready and willing to fuck just about any guy who wants me. I’m using my body and my sexuality to control men, and I can’t believe how turned on I still am about it.”

She was getting hot now, and could no longer hide it from me. Her one hand was rubbing her tits, the other wanting desperately to move between her legs, but she was trying to stop from doing it.

“Tell me about the black guy.” I said, my voice monotone.

“His name is Andrew. I met him at the supermarket earlier that day. We literally bumped into each other. I smile at him and looked him over. Suddenly, he said to me, ‘I know your type, lady. You need to be taught a lesson from a big black man, and I’m the guy to do it. Give me your address and be ready for me tonight. I will tell you what to do once I’m there.’

“I was shocked, but so turned on. I don’t know how he knew, but he did. So, I gave him our address and was ready for him that night. When he arrived at the house, he walked in and immediately told me to take him to the bedroom. There was no small talk or anything. We went upstairs and he sat down on the chair and told me to dance for him. Basically, I just did what I was told. I danced and he directed me. He told me to turn around and bend over so he could teach me a lesson. He was very graphic and very blunt. I remember his words so clearly, ‘Turn around and bend over! I’m going to fuck you like the bitch you are.’ 

“When he entered me, I thought I would die. He was so big! Even the dildo you bought me is smaller than he was. I felt completely filled with his cock. It stretched and pushed at my pussy, every movement rubbing against my clit. It was incredible. 

“He spoke the entire time he fucked me. He was so dirty, so graphic, so harsh. And then he spanked me with something. It hurt like hell, but god, it turned me on. He kissed the spot where he had hit me, and the feel of his lips on the sting was sensational. But it was his cock that did it. I have never felt anything so big inside of me. It seemed like I came on every second pump of that massive tool. I don’t know, maybe it was just one big orgasm from the moment he began fucking me with it. 

“He was so big in me that I could feel the blood pulsating through it. I mean, I could feel how alive his cock was inside me. I wanted him in me forever. I knew that the pleasure I was receiving from his cock was something beyond anything I had ever had. I’m sorry if I’m being too honest, Pete, you do bring me incredible pleasure, but that cock was too much.

“He made me beg him for more. He said that if I didn’t plead with him to keep fucking me, that he would take his cock and go home. I couldn’t handle even the thought of it not being in me, so I did exactly what he said. I couldn’t believe the language coming out of my mouth, but I begged and pleaded with him to fuck me. I told him I was his bitch and deserved to be fucked doggy-style. I told him that I would do anything for him and that he was my master and I was just a pussy slave for him.




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“You see, up to that point, I fucked guys out of control. I was in charge. Even with Dave, I called the shots. I could get whatever I wanted from any guy simply by using sex. It was easy. I’ve even controlled you over the years. If I really wanted something, I just pushed my pussy into your face and you would do whatever I asked.

“But with Andrew, it was different. He was clearly in charge. He had something that I needed more than anything else. I was so scared that he would stop fucking me. That the pleasure would stop. He was doing exactly what he said he was going to do: teach me a lesson. And I learned it that night. 

“When his cock began to swell inside of me, I screamed. I hit a climax that was ten times anything I had experienced before. But then he pulled out and the cum covered my back. I had an instant flashback to my high school teacher, but this was far more intense. Again, with the teacher, I was in charge. This time, I wasn’t. His cum wouldn’t stop, and I laid on the bed, totally exhausted, but wondering what it would have felt like to feel all that liquid inside my pussy.

“I could hear him moving around, but was too spent to even look up at him. He walked back over to me and said, ‘I hope you learned something tonight, bitch. That’s what a man will do to you. Next time, I will probably fill you with that cum, but tonight I want you to just lay there and feel it all over your body. I’ll have you whenever I want you. And I don’t intend on becoming friends with you. You will be used for one reason only, a fuck toy for me. Do you understand?’

“I moaned something, and heard him leave. I couldn’t move for the longest time. I just lay there, feeling his cum drip off my body. My pussy was throbbing and my entire body was tingling. I knew the semen was making a mess on the carpet, but I couldn’t move to clean it up. I didn’t want to move.”

Crystal’s head was down, her eyes gazing at the carpet. She was finished her story. She had told me the truth. I had asked for it, and now I got it. We sat in silence, both unsure of what to say next.

Finally I cleared my throat and spoke. “Crystal, I love you. I just wish you had told me all of this earlier. I don’t want to leave you, but things will change around here.”

“I know, I promise to stop, no more fooling around with other guys.” She said, interrupting me.

“Not so fast,” I said, breaking in on her words. “I said things are going to change around here. But not the way you think. I’ve experienced a few things since I first saw you and Dave together. Let’s just say my horizons have been expanded. You’ll still fuck other guys, you can’t help yourself. Even if you promise me you wont, you will. What are you going to do the next time Andrew shows up? Tell him no? I can see the look in your eyes right now. If the doorbell rang this very instant and he was at the door, you would pull down your pants and fuck him right in the hallway with me sitting here. You have no control with him.”

Her nodded her head, realizing that I was right.

“So, let’s not make a promise you can’t keep. However, I not the kind of man who will just sit back and let his wife fuck anyone she wants to fuck. You say you control men. You say you control me. Well, that ends today. As of this moment, I’m in charge. I decide when and who you fuck. I give the commands. You want to be Andrew’s little bitch? Well, you are my slave. And you do what I say you do. You think that you can simply push your pussy into my face and I’ll cave in. Well, I’ve got news for you. I have had more pussy in my face since that night than you can imagine. I have more than enough to satisfy me. You’ve got no control over me.”

Crystal looked up at me, surprised at what I was saying. “You mean, you’ve cheated too?”

“I didn’t cheat, Crys, you did. I simply got some payback. But yes, I’ve been fucking a few clients, and some other women. This past week while I watched you play on the screen, I fucked this really nice redhead every night. She was very hot.”

She looked down. I was in control now, and she knew it.

“So, here’s the way this works. You do not fuck anyone without my consent. I decide who you are with. With the exception of possibly Andrew. I’ll give you him. I don’t think you could obey me when you are thinking about his cock anyway. I saw how big he was, and I don’t blame you for your reaction to it. But, other than him, you obey me. There will be nights when I decide to entertain another woman in our bed. You may be told to sit and watch. You may be told to join us. You may be told to go downstairs and fix us something to eat while we fuck. You don’t complain or argue, you just do as you are told. If you can handle all of this, then we’ll be find. If not, then there’s the door.”

Crystal was breathing heavy now. She wasn’t trying to hid how turned on she had become. Her hands were between her legs and she was softly rubbing herself as I laid down the conditions. Finally she spoke. “I’ll do whatever you ask me to do. I am your slave forever. Now, please fuck me, my dear husband, I need your cock so badly.”

I stood up and walked over to her, standing directly in front of her. “You do need to be fucked, don’t you. Well, we might as well make it clear right from the start. You don’t get to be fucked when you want to, you get fucked when I want to. So, take your hands away from your pussy and unzip my pants. You don’t get my cock inside your cunt today. But, you do get to swallow me.”

The look of concern on her face was priceless. She opened her mouth to protest, but caught herself. Her eyes locked on mine, and then she looked down at the bulge in front of her. She reached up and unzipped my pants, pulling my stiff cock out of my clothes. Without a word, she simply opened her mouth and began to suck. Her lips were so moist as they closed around my staff. Her tongue began to slide around it, licking my cock. She knew this was all she would get right now, so she was determined to enjoy it as much as she could.

My hands went to her hair and I pulled her face back and forth on my cock. I fucked her mouth, moving as fast as I could. She took me in deep, my cock pushing against the back of her throat. I knew I wouldn’t last long. My mind raced quickly over the many stories she had just described to me. I thought about Dave and Andrew. I saw images of Karen, and my threesome with Michelle and Samantha. I pictured Rhonda and how horny she was while I fucked her ass. 

It was all too much, and before I knew it, I felt the pressure build in my balls as my cum began to move up my shaft and explode deep inside my wife’s mouth. It came like a flood, gushing out of my cock and filling her mouth. It seemed like it wasn’t going to stop, it flowed and flowed, until it began to drip out the sides of her lips and down her chin.

Finally it was over. I stood there, leaving my cock deep in her mouth as she gulped down my semen. She continued to softly suck me, making sure that every drop had exited my cock. I pulled it out of her mouth and watched as she licked her lips. She brought a finger up and wiped the cum off her chin and cleaned her finger in her mouth. 

I stared down at her as her eyes moved up my body and locked on mine. We just stared at each other. My cock was still just inches from her face, and it slowly began to soften as we simply took in each other. My hands gently played with her hair. I loved her more at that moment than ever before. And I could feel the love she had for me. 

It was time for a new chapter of our lives to begin.

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Well, there you have it. You’re now up to date on my life as a financial advisor. I loved telling you this story so much, that I will likely continue to add to it as things happen. I’m writing this only a week after the confrontation, and we’ve been too busy to do anything more. But, I’m planning a few special nights in the near future. I intend on inviting Michelle and Samantha over for a night of sex at my place. I’m thinking of maybe tying my wife to a chair and making her watch me fuck those two incredible women. Rhonda is on my mind a lot, and maybe I’ll work it out for her to come for a visit. We’ll see.

Oh, and of course there is Dave. He has no idea about the talk Crystal and I had. I made her promise not to say anything to him. He’s just going about life as if nothing has changed. He thinks he is fucking my wife without my knowledge. What a stupid man. I have plans for him, but first I intend on taking care of his wife. I’m thinking of using Crystal to get to her first. Then, once she is in our little web, I’ll lay a trap for my manager. He’ll get his, that I’m sure of. 

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