8 comments/ 43633 views/ 5 favorites Susan & Mark's Commission Ch. 01 By: IWantHer Chapter 1: Susan New Job and New Boss "It is nice to finally meet Mark's wife," exaggerated George Bluburn, the president of one of my husband's small accounts. We were at a mixer my husband's company was holding for their clients. Mark, my husband, is an average IT sales guy. Don't let him know I said that but he is. He works hard but never quite lands the big accounts. George's company was big and not doing a lot of business with Mark. I was 28 at the time and hadn't really found a job that paid much. I helped get Mark through school and just worked hard. George and I hit it off at the party. Not a sexual thing. The guy is over 60. But I think I reminded him of his daughter or maybe even granddaughter. Anyway, after talking George found out I wanted a decent job and he said one of his managers needed an administrative assistant. Within two weeks I was working at Mobile Information Marketing. My life changed after working there for seven months. I was never great at computers, even though Mark works for an IT firm. Our IT director, Franklin, at first complained about sending some of his employees to me more than others for support. But after I worked there a month, Franklin, was personally helping me. He was definitely flirty. Half the time, when I sat at my desk and had him walk me through our database system, or marketing software, I felt him looking down my shirt. At first, I was kind of bothered by it. But he was so nice that I realized it was really a compliment. After working there for seven months, we had the company yearend party for employees only. It was at a downtown hotel. Franklin spent most of his time with me drinking, buying me drinks, looking down my shirt, and dancing. We hit it off and flirted like we were back in high school. It was really flattering that a guy 10 years older would want to flirt with me rather than someone his age. And I had never really hit it off with a black guy before. It was all innocent. The next week, Franklin called my boss and me into his office. He wanted me to transfer to his department and become his administrative assistant and was willing to give me a good raise. My boss was disappointed but Franklin had worked out all the HR issues. I got settled in with a lot of subtle flirting going back and forth between us. What I failed to tell you, is Franklin is the contact for Mark at Mobile Information Marketing. So once a month, Mark made a sales call and I got to see him. Everything was great until Mark tried to sell Franklin on a major upgrade of their systems and additional database work. Franklin didn't like the price or the terms but liked the enhancements. This was going to cost the company over $225,000. I could tell Franklin was probably not going to buy it. Mark asked me for the inside scoop and I told him not to plan on the sale. The sale alone would be over $40,000 in commissions to us. Considering last year he only made $60,000 this was a huge order. Over dinner Mark started, "Honey, we could really use the commission. I need you to help me on the account." "What the hell can I do? I'm just Franklin's secretary. I'm not a sales person and I can't make the decision." "I need you to get all in inside intelligence you can. You know who the competitors are." "Yeah but I told you who they are. You already know a lot about them. Besides, it would be a conflict of interest to tell you more than that." "Well can you soften Franklin up to me or something? Can you help me make sure he likes our company and our recommendation?" "I guess I can try," was all I could say. I thought and thought about how to help. Since Franklin obviously liked me and liked flirting with me, I decided to go to lunch with him and find out what he thought of Mark's proposal. I dressed up a little racier than normal. Shorter skirt. Same top but just let one more button unbuttoned. I also decided to wear 3 ½" heels verses my normal short pumps and sandals. To say Franklin liked the outfit would be an understatement. He was all eyes and even had some accidental bumps and brushes. He asked if we could have lunch, which is what I was planning. We went to a sports bar and ate food and did our normal flirting. My downhill slide came at the end of that lunch. I really didn't know what I was doing or what I should do to help Mark. Franklin said, "Well, my little hottie. Is there any reason you have dressed up extra fine for me today?" "Who said it was for you?" "Are you saying it was for someone else? Is there someone else I'm competing with, honey?" "No. I was hoping we could grab a bit to eat." "Well we ate. We should go back to work. Unless you want something." "Franklin, it is just Mark's proposal." "Oh, I get it. You want me to take his quarter million proposal and thought if you dressed extra fine I would go for it?" "Well no not that. I'm just wondering if there is anything Mark should do to help you go forward with him rather than some of the other vendors." There was an uncomfortable silence. "Tell you what. I can't promise that I can or will buy it but I will favor his company on one condition." "What's that?" "We go out every Friday for lunch, my treat, as long as you dress up extra nice. That is your treat. We will be making a decision in two months so that is eight Friday lunches." "Heck, that's not bad. Sure. Let's go back to work, Ok?" +++++++++++++ It started pretty innocently. For the next couple Fridays Mark commented on my attire. I bought some stuff on line: shorter skirts, new heels, tight blouses. I even picked up a jacket that matched so I didn't look too slutty. Mark wasn't exactly happy but I told him it is a small price to pay for a $40,000 commission. After three weeks, Franklin came to my office on a Thursday afternoon. "Hey, I've got an idea. Let's skip lunch tomorrow and I will let you off early and we will go to Happy Hour at Axels at 3:00. Dressed in one of my new outfits on Friday, I worked through lunch. At 3:00 Franklin stopped by my desk and hurried me out to his car. Nothing was happening at 3:00 in the afternoon at Axels. Franklin and I were pretty much alone. There were 2 for 1 deals and by 5:00 Franklin had pushed so many drinks to me I was getting really light headed. By 5:30 a rush came. I guess work was out. We ate dinner and an appetizer but it didn't really help calm my buzz down. At 6:30 Mark called me on my cell, "Hey where are you at?" "Um...I'm talking to Franklin about your proposal." "Sounds loud there." "We are talking over a dinner. I'll give you a call when I am coming home. OK?" "OK. Are you OK?" "I'm fine honey. Love you." I was loose. Franklin was handsome and flirting and buying everything. He ordered more drinks for me but somehow I missed that his hand had been on my thigh for a while. I noticed it because he was moving it up my leg. "Susan, open your shirt just one more button?" was the recurring question I kept hearing. Finally I decided to undo one. I was slightly embarrassed but I think, not really sure I was thinking at all, but I think he was the only one who could see down my shirt. From the front I hoped it was still decent. At 7:15 he was begging for another button. That is when I recommended we go outside where others couldn't see. We got out and walked around the back. I don't know what happened next. All I remember was my back was against the wall, my shirt was completely unbuttoned and Franklin was making out hard on me. I wasn't stopping anything. We had been flirting for months and I guess with my inhibitions lowered, I just went for it. He pressed himself against me and I could feel his tool getting larger. By the time I broke the kiss my bra had disappeared and his hands were all over my chest. I was getting so fucking turned on. It was just raw passion. After a couple minutes of him eventually sucking on my chest I could feel his pants were getting tight. So I told him I would help relieve him. I knelt down, unbuckled his pants, pulled out his dick and was a little surprised. It wasn't like some monster thing from a porn flick but it was longer than Mark's; maybe even a little larger but definitely longer. I had never given a blow job to black guy so it was kind of a turn on all by itself. I licked and licked. Then I opened my mouth and tried to take as much in my mouth as I could. I was fine until I felt Franklin grab my hair on both sides of my head. Then he took over. He just forced my head to fuck his dick. It was rough, fast and surprising. At first I'm not sure I liked it but he kept going and I got in rhythm with him. He expanded a little more and then told me he was going to come. I pulled back but he put his hand on the back of my head and forced me all the way down on him. He shot his load in the back of my mouth. I thought it would be quick but he had built up so much and I couldn't swallow it so it filled my mouth and then came dribbling out all over my cloths. Susan & Mark's Commission Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Susan's Friday Lunches That night, I convinced Franklin to run to Target with me to pick up some jeans and a shirt to change into. I got home around 9:00 and was really wasted. Mark and I didn't talk much but Saturday I just told him that Franklin and I went to happy hour and I drank too much. But I wanted Franklin to like Mark's propel. Besides, 9:00 isn't that bad. Monday I told Franklin that what happened Friday could not happen again. He smiled and just said, "Whatever you say, honey. But I know you loved it and want it again." That was a week from hell. All week I was trying to work but couldn't stop thinking terrible thoughts about what I would like to do with Franklin during our Friday lunch. Friday came and I decided not to dress in my usual racy Friday attire and he noticed. I told him that was not going to happen again. We went to lunch and there was a pregnant tension in the air. We ate. He flirted by commenting about how he really liked last Friday. My face betrayed me. I smirked and my face became red. We got in the car to go back to work. Franklin took a route through a neighborhood and parked it on a side street. I don't know why but I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped on his side of the car, pulled the level to his seat to make him recline and just started making out with him. He had his hands on my ass and grabbing me even though I had jeans on. I should have restrained myself but I unbutton my shirt, pulled it off, and Franklin moved his hands up to remove my bra. When my breasts were free I just shoved his face in my cleavage. He was sucking and licking, grabbing my ass and then trying to get his hands under my jeans to get a better feel. I pulled up a little and began unbuttoning just the top couple buttons of my jeans to let his hands on my ass. Now I had him sucking on my chest and groping my butt. I was getting close when I felt him pull his hands out. They grabbed the tops of my jeans and just started pushing them to my knees. I kicked and kicked to get them off. Now here I am with nothing on but my panties. I'm grinding my pussy against his jeans like I'm making love to them. He pushed me up, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his knees and pulled me back down. I was grinding underwear to underwear. I wanted an orgasm now. His dick was so hard it was like a toy for me and I was protected for the moment. I grabbed his underware with his dick in my hand and began rubbing it on my panties. It was like I had my own toy. After a few moments and before I could really object, he ripped my panties off with one motion with both his hands. I was fucking naked in a car with my boss. But I was crazy. I still thought I was safe and tried to get my climax by grinding on his tool on the other side of his underwear. It was working and I was almost there. My eyes were closed so didn't think much when he said, "Hold on. You are working so hard on my dick, I need to adjust myself." I lifted my hips to let him adjust himself but when I came down his dick was coming into my pussy. The fucker had moved his under down and was going in me. I tried to stop but his other hand just grabbed my hips and pulled down so he just slipped right in. Damn I was so wet anything would slip in. It was so long and just kept going in and in. When he came back it was the longest strokes I had ever had. "You like it don't you, my little hottie." Franklin started. "Fuck yes," was all I muttered. "Tell me you like it." "I like it." "You want to cum don't you? "Yes. Damn it. Yes." And that is when I did. I pushed so hard down on him he went all the way in and felt like he was touching my stomach. Then he came back and forth one or two times and exploded in me. ++++ That was the start of a weekly Friday lunch fuck that Franklin and I had. He did view Mark's proposal and at the end of the two months he decided to go forward with Mark's company. We talked about not having to have our Friday lunches but we were kidding ourselves. We both liked it too much. Mark would get the commission after the installation was finish and the client paid. The problem coming was Mark's company wasn't the greatest on the operations side of the house. Susan & Mark's Commission Ch. 03 Chapter 03: Susan Keeps Kang Happy and Keeps Mark Happy Mark didn't know what Franklin and I were doing at lunches every Friday. He did know we went to lunch and flirted but that is about it. What Mark did like was our Friday nights. After a little while I noticed I would start getting horny Thursday night in anticipation of Friday's lunch. Then afterwards, I was still horny because I didn't always get off even though Franklin did. I think I enjoyed doing something naughty but didn't seem to feel bad because it was helping my husband so much. Friday nights I would keep my sexy cloths on and go out dancing, drinking, or whatever Mark wanted. Then Friday nights were filled with great sex. Mark began asking if I liked looking so hot for all the other guys at the office on Fridays. "Yeah, I guess," was my initial reply, trying to see where he was going. "I can't believe how hot you are on Fridays. During the day I can't stop thinking about you in your hot outfits around all those guys." "Does it make you mad? I can stop if you want me to." "No. I'm surprised. I'm starting to get really turned on by it. And by the evening you and I are like two magnets that just crash together in great sex." "So you are saying you like me dressing up on Fridays?" "Yeah, I think it is so hot having you flirt with the guys. It even makes me a little more confident when I come to make a sales call. It's kind of like they know you are mine and they want what I have." That was a relief to me. I didn't have to confess anything yet. Who knows. Maybe Mark would get turned on if he knew I was doing a little more than flirting. I just didn't feel comfortable yet bringing that up. +++++++ A couple months into the software installation, I had some meetings and then went directly into Franklin's office without knocking. That was not abnormal since I am his assistant and usually know what is happening. However, this time I didn't realize he had three of his employees in his office. They must have come when I was in my meetings. I caught them in the middle of a conversation where the general tone was how bad Mark's company is implementing the software. They saw me and tried to act nice. "Don't mind me guys." I started. "Mark may be my husband, but we have a job to do and I work for this company not his." That fuelled a 30 minute gripe session. Kang was graduate student from China and was the wiz of the group. He was short, small, sharp and spoke a million words per minute. Alex was about my age and was your typical work hard all week, "lets go to happy hour and blow all our money on beer and golf" on the weekends type guy. Very cute and I think was always picking up girls. Marcus was a little older. I would guess in his late 30s and a large black guy who played linebacker for a small college to pay for his IT education. That night I told Mark what all the concerns were. I tried to help him but he didn't quite know what to do. He told me he would work on it and try to keep the project on track, even if it meant more flirting. Two weeks later, the project was getting worse. Franklin and I were walking back from a meeting through the IT area. He must have thought no one would see him but he grabbed my ass and said quietly, "On Friday this ass is mine." Kang had just turned down the corridor of cubical behind us. He saw and heard everything. The little fucker is so short you can't see him in the cubical maze. He didn't say anything and I was hoping he didn't hear anything. I was hoping he was thinking that Franklin was giving me some sexual harassment. He didn't know that Franklin and I were having an affair. The next day, Franklin called me into his office. I walked in and Kang was there too. Now, before I tell you about the meeting you have to understand a couple things. First, I'm married to a wonderful guy, Mark. He's a good guy. We love each other and have a good life. Second, I have been having a fling with Franklin that is just a fun thing. I really like it and gives me a release from the stress of things. I don't love him and he doesn't love me. It is just a temporary sex thing. Third, Kang is a nice guy but not my type. He's highly analytical with a personality of a techno wiz. But, Kang is one of the guys directly working with my husband's company on an installation that is not going so well. After a minute of pre-meeting pleasantries, Franklin started, "Susan, Kang has something to say." "Susan, I talked with Franklin about what happened yesterday." "What happened?" I asked hoping for only a little detail. "You and Franklin were returning to the office when he grabbed you and was talking raunchy to you. You didn't seem to mind but I know you are married to Mark. So I asked Franklin what's up." I began to panic a little but tried to control myself. I'm sure my face was turning red though. He continued, "Franklin told me that you two are seeing each other and having a lot of fun on Fridays." That little shit! I was so mad at Franklin. How could he tell that to Kang? "He told me you two started because you wanted us to like working with Mark's company." Wow. I guess he was right. I had started just flirting to keep the contract but now Franklin and I were just having fun. I thought. Franklin, seeing my anger and bewilderment, started "Now Susan, don't get mad. Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to." "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "Nothing has to change. I would love to keep up our fun but with what Kang knows, I thought you may want to split and work somewhere else." "Are you asking me to leave?" "Absolutely not. I would love you to keep working here and ...Well you know. I just thought I would let you go if you wanted to." "Kang, can you keep your mouth shut?" I asked. Franklin spoke up before Kang could start, "Now that's why I called this meeting. It seems Kang is not happy with Mark's company and is threatening to go to HR with all this." "So what do you think we should do?" I asked. "Kang promised me that he would stop griping about Mark's company and would not go to HR if you would go out with him for an evening." I turned to Kang, "is that all? If I go out for an evening with you, then you will keep quiet and help the project go through?" Kang replied, "Yes. But you have to dress and act like my girlfriend." "What does that mean?" I asked. "I will get the outfit I want and after you get it, then we can go out. Does that sound agreeable?" I agreed. ++++++++++++++++++++ Within an hour I got an e-mail from Kang asking for my sizes in everything. A week later, I started getting packages in the mail. Kang had ordered stuff on the internet. First was a pair of shoes. They were cute but high. Four inch black and white zebra stripped pumps. I got a pair of tight fishnet nylons. Then the dress arrived. It is a one piece dress, white top and black skirt. The skirt looked very short and the top looked very low. Fortunately there was at least back to it. He even sent black necklace that plunged to my cleavage and matching earrings. Kang and I planned on our date for the following Saturday night. During the week, I had to tell Mark at least something. "Honey," I started. "I need to touch base with you about Kang at work." "Sure, what's up?" "Well, you know how you were going to lose the account with Franklin but you said it was OK for me to flirt with him in order to get him to favor your proposal?" "Yeah, Why? Does he not like us now? "No. No. It's not that. You know I still flirt with him to keep him happy don't you." "I was guessing so. You seemed to enjoy it though." "Yeah, well. I do. I do it for you and I love you. You know that don't you?" Mark was getting a nervous look. "Yeah. I know you do. Is there something I should know about?" "That's not what I'm trying to say," I said to dodge that hot potato, at least for now. "What I'm trying to say is, Kang is really frustrated with your operations team. And I think Kang kind of likes me too." Typical man, Mark jumped in and said, "So you are asking if you can flirt with Kang? If that keeps the project going. Hell yeah. I knew those guys like lusting after you. Fuck. I thought you were going to tell me that you were banging Franklin or something." I just smiled and said, "Yeah. Kang and I were talking. He was obviously frustrated. I offered to go out with him and he wants to go out on Saturday night. He knows you are my husband but." I paused. "But what?" "He is such a geek, he asked me if he bought an outfit for me if I would wear it when we go out. I wasn't' thinking and said, 'yes.' Now I understand why he doesn't have a girlfriend. Well. I just wanted you to know he bought me some kind of sexy stuff. So when you see me leave on Saturday, I don't want you to get mad." "Ok. That's no problem." Mark said, then started to smirk, "Maybe we can go on a date next weekend with you in your hot outfit. All on Kang's dime." "Yeah that would be good." ++++++++ That week, things were a little tense between Kang and I but we were friendly. Saturday I slept in and did housework in the afternoon, showered and got dressed. When I came out I could see the nervous look on Mark's face. But I kissed him, told him not to worry. I love him and was just going out to have some fun and make sure the project went smoothly. Kang was waiting at the bar at the restaurant we were to meet at. StoneSide Bistro was a fancy place with great atmosphere and fine dining. Kang was dressed in a tacky suit but he was trying to look nice. When I walked in I could feel the eyes of every husband and the anger of every wife who were waiting for a table. Kang couldn't keep his eyes off my body. The gap in the white top came together below my breasts so when he sat next to me he could see the entire side of my breast. When I sat at the bar stool the shirt was so short I kept trying to keep it down. We got our table, talked, and dined for an hour. I actually started to feel more comfortable with him. He kept my wine glass full so that helped. After dinner I thought we were done but he told me that a friend of his has a party that we were going to. That is when he reminded me that I had agreed to dress and act like his girlfriend. I had missed the "act" part of the agreement. We got to a house mostly filled with Chinese people rocking to loud music. It was pretty packed and everyone was drinking, shouting, dancing and having fun. It kind of surprised me that Kang had such friends. Everyone looked at Kang and then looked at me. They looked surprised that a girl like me would be with a guy like Kang. They were right and I completely understood. I wanted to tell them why I was there but I really understood why Kang wanted me to act like his girlfriend. He has a fragile ego. We got drinks and Kang sat on a couch that you sink into. I sat next to him but really hadn't got my acting down yet. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I got another drink and began flirting more and chatting with Kang's friends. After a couple hours of drinking and dancing I thought we would get ready to go soon so I went to the bathroom. When I came out I heard a couple guys asking Kang if I was really his girlfriend. Maybe I was tipsy but I wasn't going to let people push Kang around either. I mean, I work with the guy and even though he is not my type, his is a nice guy. So I went to his aide. "Hey honey, are these guys giving you a hard time or are they just jealous?" Then I just planted a kiss on him that surprised both of us and definitely surprised the other guys. I was surprised at myself but realized I had probably had eight or nine drinks in four hours. I was going to pull my head away when I felt him grab my head with his left hand and pull me back into a kiss with him. Then I felt his right hand go up my skirt in the back and grab my ass. I just played along and made out with him. I was trying to imagine that I was making out with my hubby but Kang was too short and the booze had corrupted my ability to concentrate. That is when I noticed myself beginning to enjoy being touched. He was grabbing my ass and these guys were watching me, wishing they were Kang. That got me even more excited. Then Kang moved his hand off my ass on onto my left breast. I could feel myself getting wet. Kang pulled away in our kiss and said, "Let's get a little more private." The interruption slowed the rush down and I could think a little. This wasn't going quite the way I wanted but Kang grabbed my hand and was leading me down a hallway. I realized that if I stopped him I would not be acting like a girlfriend. We turned into an empty bedroom. We walked in and Kang quickly shut the door. While I was taking off my dress, I told him, "I just bailed you out and now I'm fucking horny. We aren't going to fuck but you have to give me what I want." I laid back on the bed. Kang took off most of his cloths hoping to get something. I said, "No way. You are going to get me off. I just got you out of a bind and you owe me." I grabbed his head and guided it to my crotch. He didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he was moaning as he was eating my panties. They were getting wet. From his mouth or from me; I'm not sure. I pushed him back and lifted my hips to get my panties off. He grabbed them and just ripped them off. Then he dove into my love spot like he hadn't had any for a long time. He probably hadn't. He licked and licked. Swirling his tongue. He grabbed my breasts and kept his face in my pussy. He started playing with my nipples and kept licking. His tongue surprised me. I felt it building up in me. I was getting warm. I grabbed his head and pulled it in even tighter. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders and started bucking up and down and then... Wow. It was so strong. I came and came. It took me a second to catch my breathe. When I opened my eyes Kang was getting in position to fuck me. Despite what I had told him, Kang thought he was going to get his dick in me. I stopped him but told him I would give him a blow job. He made a comment about acting like his girlfriend. I told him I don't fuck on first dates. I'll give him a blow job but I don't fuck on first dates. Take it or leave it. That seemed sufficient for him. He is a smaller guy with a smaller dick. He was already erect by the time I got my mouth near him. He must not get any because I just started to lick him and he immediately shot on my face. The fucker grabbed my head and kept shooting all over my face. He kept coming and coming. I tried to open my mouth and catch some there. It was getting everywhere. I'm sure he had built up a lot of testosterone or something. It was all over. He almost collapsed on the bed when he was done. I tried to run to the bathroom across the hall from the bed room to clean up. Even though I tried to hide my face, Kang's tormentors saw it and were shocked. While I was cleaning my face, they were congratulating Kang on how he could get such a hot woman. Kang was happy. +++++++++++ I was not in any position to drive so Kang drove me home. I don't recall what Mark's expression was when he saw me but I'm sure he was surprised. I went straight to the bathroom to see if I could straighten up some more. He was badgering me asking what happened; over and over. When I looked in the mirror, there was Kang juice on the blouse part of my dress. I was starting to wash it off when Mark came it. "You have been drinking," he started. "Yeah. Way too much." Looking at my blouse he said, "obviously something happened that I should know about. Let me help you out of that." "No I got..." Mark was too quick. He had grabbed my dress by the hem and was lifting it up over my head. That is when he saw my naked ass. Kang had ripped my panties off and I was too drunk to at least grab them or something. He yelled, "What the fuck! You little bitch." "Hey, now slow down. I know it looks bad but I didn't fuck anyone." "Oh yeah?" He grabbed my pussy. By now it wasn't wet and there wasn't any man juice coming out. "Ok, so you didn't fuck someone. But what the fuck happened?" I told him everything but blamed much of it on both the booze, the pressure, and that he had already told me that he liked me flirting. As I was talking I noticed he kept re-adjusting himself. He was silent. I stood in front of him in nothing but heels and a necklace. I grabbed his crotch. He didn't need any help. He was already hard as a rock. We went to bed to have some fun ourselves. He was out of his cloths and into me faster than I have seen in a while. He kept saying, "Tell me you like flirting with other guys." "I like flirting with other guys." He liked it. "Say it again." "Mark, I like flirting with other guys." He responded with an increase in his tempo "Tell me you would really like to fuck someone else." "Mark, I really want to fuck someone else." He got faster. He was into it. "Tell me who you want to fuck." "I don't know, Mark." "Come one, since you want to fuck someone else, tell me who you want to fuck." "Ok." I paused and decided to test the situation with a little reality. "I really want to fuck Franklin." He was about to come. "Tell me you want to fuck is black dick." Now I was getting into it and was about to have an orgasm myself. "Mark, I want to fuck his black dick." I barely finished and Mark shot a long, huge load in me.