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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 01-02

By: Concerto_in_A



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Chapter 1

The Sales Contest

My husband works for a mid-sized company as an outside salesman. This rough economy has had everybody scrambling to make their quotas. Few were coming even close.

Not unexpectedly at the last sales meeting the Vice President of Sales, George Grossman, laid it on the line. Either there was a major uptick in sales or there would have to be significant reductions in the sales force. In addition, he was revising the sales goals and would release them at the next sales meeting. My husband, as one of the more junior members of the sales team and, like most, significantly below quota, would logically be one of the first to go. 

The odds of finding another job to support us weren't good. We have two young children and a mortgage as well as the normal living expenses that are part of an up and coming lifestyle.

He didn't sleep well for quite some time as he anticipated the new sales goals. As the meeting approached he became more fretful to the point of depression. The sales meeting arrived and with it Mr. Grossman's presentation of the new sales goals. His presentation put everyone in a state of shock.

For starters sales continued the slide we'd seen all year. The shockers included the release of two of the older salesmen, not to be replaced. Their quotas were to be redistributed to others in the sales force so everyone would have their quotas increased! I couldn't believe it. They increased quotas at a time when everyone was having difficulty even coming close to making their goals!

Hard as all this was to comprehend, it was nothing compared to the new sales contest. Usually sales contests had incentives which included a high end prize like a trip or top notch luggage. It was always something worth working extra hard for. This contest was entirely different. It was make your goals or else!

Grossman had shown that he was willing to fire salesmen and had increased everyone's sales goals. Now with the threat of job loss at a time when finding another was unimaginably difficult. He came up with a new sales contest. No trip, no luggage. This time the salesmen's wives were the prizes! The wife of the salesman who did the worst, percentage-wise on making his goal was to be a prize shared by the remainder of the sales force! Anyone who didn't want to participate could pick up his final check at the door. He had written them for each of the salesmen. They only had to be picked as the salesman left.

There was virtual pandemonium as each couple reacted to the unbelievable news. Not picking up your check was contractual agreement to the terms of the contest.

I reflected on when Bob was hired for his job. The company owner had come up with a wonderful product and needed salesmen to crisscross the country selling it. It was being manufactured in this god forsaken corner of the country where no good salesman would ordinarily live. 

The owner had sweetened the offer of employment with a house on a beautiful new golf course he had built. The house was easily a seven figure item. The owner would hold the mortgage so there was no bank to convince to loan us the huge amount necessary to live there. We were, however, directly indebted to the owner who could foreclose at any time.

Now this. The salesmen were to be given their goals secretly and told not to share them with anyone, not even their wives. Nor were they to share their progress in any way.

At the next quarterly sales meeting everyone was to come, including wives. After dinner and the usual open bar, the performance of each salesman and the extent to which he made his sales goals would be disclosed, but only to the extent of learning who the big loser was. Actual goals and their attainment would remain a secret.

Chapter 2

The First Prize is Awarded

Bob worked his ass off that quarter. We didn't expect him to actually make quota, let alone exceed it. All we wanted was for him to do better than most of the others. What we didn't know was how well everyone else was doing. I didn't even know how well Bob was doing. 

As the quarterly meeting approached, we both worried, but I think I worried more than he did. If the rules of the contest were followed, there was a real chance that I could be the wife that was presented to everyone else as a prize.

I've never been so nervous in my life. As we dressed to go, I didn't say anything about it to him. I kept a stiff upper lip, as it were, but I did put on really nice looking underwear. While I didn't want to think about my being the one passed around, I didn't want to have on shoddy underwear if that happened.

"Will all the wives stand." It was George and he was actually putting all of us on display!

He started reading from notes. He didn't call a salesman by name nor did he actually give the percent of goal, he just called the name of a wife, "Sally, you may sit." There were, of course, no women salesman.

Then "Jill, take your seat." After a bit he said, "Oh, by the way, these aren't in any order. It's just that the one left standing at the end will be the wife of the salesman who made the lowest percentage of his sales goal."

I must admit that the wives all tended to be good looking. I think it must have been a part of the hiring process to examine the wives as well as the salesmen with the goal of making sure that each salesman had a good looking wife on his arm whenever it happened that his wife joined him during client outings.

Over half the wives had been seated and I was still standing. I started to sweat. I mean really sweat. It was running down my back and my armpits were soaked. I could see this was true of others.

I looked out the window at the golf course and our homes on spacious lots surrounding it. We couldn't sell our house if we wanted to. We were stuck here.

Everyone in the room avoided eye contact. The air was close. Bob held my hand tightly. Only George looked others directly in the eye as he pronounced their fate.

"Ellen, you may sit." He was dragging it out. Bob was holding my hand so tightly it hurt, but I didn't care. I needed the support.

There were only three of us now. I was actually dizzy with fright.

"Remember, these aren't in any order." He didn't want anyone to know how close they had come to being on top or on the bottom.

"Georgeanne, take your seat." 

I didn't sit. I fell into my chair. I put my head down and cried. I didn't cry loudly, but the tears gushed from my eyes for several minutes. The silence in the room made me realize that everyone was watching my reaction.

I recovered and raised my head drying my face with my napkin. When I looked at George, he smiled. Apparently he was waiting for me to recover. Suddenly I realized that he didn't want anything taking away from the next name because reading the next name would leave only one wife standing.

It was between Freddy, Sal's wife, and Caroline, Henry's wife. The four of them looked terrified.

"Well, for this last name, why don't we have the two wives come forward." I realized later that what he actually was doing was to get the wife of the loser away from her husband just in case he had a strong reaction. Certainly neither could afford to lose his job, but you never knew just what might happen when one of these two realized that his wife was going to be passed around in a few minutes.

I looked at the men who's wives had been given permission to sit. Certainly there was relief on their faces, but I thought I also saw something else, pure lecherousness. We didn't know how this was going to play out, but these guys were anticipating having sex with one of the women standing at the front of the room. How that would take place was yet to be disclosed, but whether in public or in private, standing up or lying down, each of these guys was fantasizing about the orgasm to come.

The two women stood on either side of George. He had put his note cards away. He knew which it was to be so there was no need of notes.

"I'll bet each of you has chosen pretty underwear for tonight. Let me just take a peak." 

My god, I thought to myself, he's going to get a little something from both. Neither knows which is going to be pawed so neither knows whether she can tell him no.

He turned Freddy toward him and pulled the top of her dress out as he peered at her underwear. "Very nice," he murmured into the mike. "She has on a white-on-white lacy bra. I'll bet her panties match."

He then turned Caroline and pulled her dress outward. Caroline stumbled a bit as he pulled since the fabric didn't want to give much. He held her off with one hand while he forced the bodice outward so he look down her dress. "Oh, my, Caroline didn't bother with underwear." He was obviously surprised. He didn't release her. He pulled the dress out more exposing her completely to his view. I half expected him to just jerk it down.

Eventually he straightened up and said, as he kissed her cheek, "Caroline, you may sit down."

She did. Right there on the stage at his feet. Her legs must have just given away.

Ignoring her, he said with grandiose effect, "Freddy is our prize for tonight." He held both her hands up over her head as if she had won something.

"Now let me show you that pretty underwear she's wearing." He set his mike down and, standing behind her, slid his hands over her breasts and began unbuttoning her blouse.

The men moved closer and I realized that we were to watch George as he removed her clothes, item by item. She stood solidly but gazing at the stage floor as George continued to massage her breasts as he slowly unbuttoned the sheer blouse. He would release a button then feel her breasts and move on to the next button. He took his time.

After the last button he pulled the blouse from the skirt, unbuttoned the cuffs, pulled it off her shoulders, and dropped it unceremoniously. It landed in a heap, but I may have been the only one who watched it fall. The others, especially the men, stared at her bra, waiting.

These were the same men who only moments ago waited so anxiously to learn the fate of their wives. Now they couldn't wait to enjoy the fruits of their last quarter's labors. Did they think they had earned this? 

George continued to take his time. He ran his hands over her now bare midriff. He ended each circuit of her midriff with his hands on her breasts. He was smiling, almost drooling. I glanced at his crotch to see how he, himself, was reacting. There was no question based on the bulge in his pants. It was so obvious that I half expected to see him cum in his pants.

Instead of unfastening her bra, he slid his hands inside both cups and continued his exploration for a few moments, then lifted her breasts from the cups holding them out on display. She had jumped noticeably when he put his hands inside her bra, but now she squirmed and turned a bit.

"No, no, my dear," George warned her. "You know the rules." What rules, I thought. I expect she thought the same thing, but she relented and allowed him to turn her back to her audience.

Now he released the catch on her bra and removed it. It landed on top of the discarded blouse.

That Freddy had a good figure was plain when she was dressed, but seeing her naked from the waist up underscored the fact. Her breasts stood out with a slight upturn giving her hard nipples an erotic prominence. George ran his hands over her breasts ending by lightly touching the tips of her nipples then pinching them lightly.

He looked at the others and holding her breasts out as an offering, he said, "Ralph, feel these tits and tell me what you think."

Ralph stepped forward onto the stage and felt her breasts as George had done. His cock was already trying to free itself. Now it pulsed in his pants. Maybe no one else was looking, but I was fascinated. I couldn't help but wonder how big it was as it pulsed in his pants. I like men's cocks and began to fantasize about what this picture would be like if all the men had to be naked while they felt up this woman. I like to watch men cum and wondered if they would cum spontaneously if they were naked. 

Bob looked at me curiously as I squirmed slightly in my seat. My panties were getting wet. I was thinking that I could make them cum in their pants if I were the naked one up there.

I leaned over to him and said in a whisper, "Aren't you going to join them?" I nodded toward the stage where most of the men were now taking turns feeling Freddy's breasts.

"You wouldn't be mad," he asked incredulously.

"Nope," I whispered. "All that work this quarter. You earned it. If I were the one up there, you can bet that Sal would be up there feeling me up. And, if George continues this contest, it could well be me up there next time so you better get what you can now." I winked at him. To tell the truth, I was getting off on the display on the stage. I wondered what it would feel like to be the object of so much attention. To have so many hard cocks surrounding me.

I decided that if I were the one next time, I'd make the men show me their cocks as they explored my body.

Bob left for the stage. I watched his butt as he walked away wondering if his cock was hard. I'd make him show me when he got back. I realized just how much I was getting off on this when I began to picture Bob naked as he walked toward the stage. A small orgasm overtook me before I calmed down.

I shook myself back to watching what was happening on the stage. George was now holding Freddy's skirt up far enough to reveal her panties. He slowly continued raising it until it was at her waist and her panties in full view.

"Sam, would you hold this up for me," he asked one of the men not involved at that minute in feeling Freddy's boobs.

Sam took the skirt holding it high. He was now in profile for me. His cock was also quite noticeable. 

George reached down the front of her panties. "Aren't these a beautiful pair of matching panties?, he opined as he maneuvered his way inside those 'beautiful' panties. We could all see his fingers exploring her lips, rubbing them and squeezing them together. She jumped when he apparently found her clit. He began to concentrate on it. She squirmed. Her hips moved in this direction and that with his finger following her every move. Finally the movement of her hips switched from escape to sexual undulation. He continued until her breathing quickened and became a series of short gasps as an orgasm flowed through her body.

He stopped playing with her and standing back slightly, he told her it was time for her to remove the rest of her clothes. She looked startled for a moment, then a flash of anger. As I watched the emotions cross her face, abruptly the resignation returned. Even as Sam continued to hold her skirt, she unzipped it. Sam let go the hem he was holding and it fell. Without stopping she stepped out of her skirt and followed by stepping out of her shoes.

Only her panties remained. As she made ready to remove this final piece of clothing she asked George, "Will the men be able to, you know, ah, will you, ah . . . ."

"Take off your panties," George directed. "I, for one, want to get my cock inside you." That seemed to answer her question. She stopped with the waistband of her bikini panties beginning to fold over as she finally understood what George meant. She clearly didn't know what to do.

"Take them off now," George said again with a lascivious smile. "You don't want any of these fine men to cum in their pants." 

I could see her suck in a breath, then push the panties a bit further. She hesitated as her pussy began to come into view. Then with a much more obvious sucking in of her breath she bent and completely removed her panties. She stood quickly and asked George, "Where do you want to have me?"

"Bend over and grab your ankles," he replied moving behind her. She complied and he slowly inserted a finger. She gasped, but said nothing.

He unzipped and brought out a cock he could stick in me any time. It was hard and pulsing, long and thick. The veins stood out almost making it appear ribbed. I squirmed as I watched him slowly insert it. As his hips met hers he grasped her tits and began to fuck. I watched as the now shiny cock moved in and out. I rubbed my clit as I watched. He sped up and I sped up. When he came, I came. He groaned with pleasure as his cock spewed into Freddy. 

I must have screamed as I came. I'm pretty sure I almost passed out because when I was able to focus again, everyone was looking at me as I bent over, my head almost on my knees, one finger on my clit; one deep inside my pussy.

"I'm glad you enjoyed that almost as much as I did," George said to me from the stage. "Maybe next time we can do that together."

I was so embarrassed I looked for something to crawl under, but Freddy was still getting most of the attention and within seconds, I had been forgotten.

Things were well in hand, so to speak, on the stage. A roll-away bed was on the stage and on it, Freddy. I couldn't see her face, but she had her legs on the shoulders of whoever lay atop her. I could see his butt as he pumped in and out. I watched as his movements increased to a crescendo, then stopped suddenly as he collapsed on top of her.

As he moved to make way for the next, I saw his partially erect cock slide out, wet and shiny. I wondered what if would have felt like to have been Freddy. As for her, she didn't seem to be taking it too badly. I wondered.

Next in line was Bob. Good old Bob, his cock ever ready for action, stood looking at Freddy. She held up her arms toward him. "Come on, big boy," either she was saying it or I was. I felt his cock enter me even as he knelt on the bed and slid it inside her. I felt each pumping motion as I had so often. I put my finger on my clit moving it slowly so as to be ready to match my orgasm to his.

He moved slowly inside her the way I always like him to do. I couldn't see clearly how she was reacting, but I was sure she was enjoying it exactly as I would. I'd make him do it to me later just the way he was doing her.

As his motion increased in tempo, so did my finger. Now I didn't care if anyone heard me cum. I loved watching my husband's ass as he pumped in and out. His timing was similar to when we made love. I watched, my finger continuing to excite my clit. My breathing was short. I knew he wouldn't be long. We both sped up and came practically together. I was lightheaded. No one seemed to pay attention to my grunts as I came again.

The men stood around looking at Freddy as each took a turn. Several took her a second time, but no one was allowed to put his cock in her mouth or her ass. That's a relief, I thought. I hate it when Bob sticks up my ass. I let him do it occasionally, but I don't really like it. It's something of a birthday treat, or for a promotion, but he has to go clean himself off right away.

On the other hand I definitely like giving a slow, languorous blow job. So if my turn comes, I'll tell George that I'll do blow jobs.

Nothing more seemed to be going on so I walked up to where Bob was standing (naked, of course) on the stage. I ran my fingers down his back and butt, then took hold of his now resurrected cock. He was absolutely glowing as he smiled at me. I looked down at Freddy who really didn't seem much the worse for wear.

Releasing my grip on Bob, I knelt by Freddy and whispered in her ear, "How was it?"

She rolled on her side, no longer concerned about her nakedness, and whispered back, "Some of those guys are pretty good. I might want a repeat." She held her face in a neutral expression, but there was no doubt about what she meant. Aloud, but still to me she said, "I'm going to hurt in the morning."


An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 03-04



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Chapter 3

Another Sales Meeting, Another Prize

The days leading up to the following quarter's sales meeting were filled with much the same anxiety as the first, but overlaid with a sense of curiosity and even anticipation. As the event drew closer I found myself lusting after Bob. In that last week I had him make love to me every night. One night I stripped him naked as he came home from work and sucked him to a point just short of a climax several times before I had him strip and fuck me. I wanted it on the kitchen floor so I could feel a hard, cold surface beneath me as he pounded.

Another night I had him fuck me as I bent over the kitchen sink. I even laid naked on the table after dinner one night and put little dabs of whipped cream on my tits and pussy that he licked off before he drove in his marvelous cock.

So it was that I entered the meeting room the evening of the sales meeting with an equal mixture of dread and anticipation. The room was the same. It was organized for our meeting the same, but in the corner was an area that had been draped off.

The women were dressed more casually, but more stylishly. I suspect that the underwear was new and attractive, even erotic. I had gone out of my way to dress to be undressed.

I had made Bob undress me the way George had undressed Freddie at the last meeting. I watched in a mirror as he stripped me item by item. I made him feel me up as George had Freddie. I even looked at him when I was naked and said, as Freddie had, "Where do you want me?"

I made him do all of this while he was naked so I could watch him get hard, stay hard. I even watched as he dripped cum waiting for his moment.

We did this a number of times last night. Then as compensation for having to play with me for over an hour without getting off I let him use my ass.

Bob had dressed casually as had the other men. No reason to wear a suit when a polo shirt was so much faster to get off when the prize was announced.

While the rest were getting themselves ready at the bar for the ordeal to come, curiosity got the better of me. I made my way to the corner where the drape hid something. I peeked around, then stepped inside. There I saw two roll-away beds. Both were double beds. One would not have been too surprising since George had had to call for a bed last time. Apparently it wasn't something he had thought of before the meeting. This time he was going to be prepared. However, two beds in readiness? Tonight could turn out to be interesting. I wondered if I might be lying on one before the night was over. What would it be like. I began to feel hard cocks inside me as I looked around this draped nook and mused.

A faint whiff of alcohol came to me just before George's voice in my ear. "Which one of those do you think you'd like to use?" 

He was behind me having come up unnoticed. His hands on my breasts he pulled me close. I could feel his hard, thick cock against my butt.

I said nothing as he ran his hands over my breasts. Like the wanton hussy I felt myself to be at that moment, I raised my skirt in the front. He slipped his hand into my panties. I reached around and took hold of his cock.

It was a bad place for this kind of action and after several seconds he whispered, "If not tonight, soon."

He left. I waited a bit and left from another direction.

*

Chapter 4

"Its time folks," George's voice carried throughout the room. Every speaker announced the inevitable. George stood on the low stage just at the edge. He was smiling. No doubt he was hard. He knew he was about to have one of the wives and, alone among all of us there, he knew which one. I had the feeling that from the way he had phrased his parting earlier, I wasn't to be his tonight, but I also didn't like the sound of "if not tonight". What could that have meant, I wondered. Did he have plans for more than one of us tonight. I suspected it wouldn't be long before I found out.

"All the wives come up and stand just in front of me facing the guys," he directed. The speakers boomed and squealed. "Would someone turn the mike down a bit," he requested.

I was more filled with curiosity than dread as I made my way forward with the rest of the wives. No one seemed to be in a hurry. Several hung back and had to be encouraged forward. We gathered at last in a haphazard group in front of George looking variously at him as he stood over us on the stage and at our husbands in the nervous audience.

"Let's all face the audience," he directed, "in a bit of a semicircle." He demonstrated with long waves of his arms what he meant. We conformed staring uneasily toward the audience of our husbands.

"Thank you," he said. "As I call your names, you may sit. Those remaining should close up ranks. As last time, these names are not in any order with the exception, of course, of the last."

I wasn't looking at him, but I could feel the smile of triumph his voice conveyed. If he wasn't hard before, surely he was hard now.

"First, however," I jumped at his unexpected continuation, "I'll just take a quick peak at some of the lingerie. I do enjoy seeing what the women have prepared for us."

I heard him set the mike down. He stepped off the stage, separating our formation at the middle. I was standing near the right end of the line. As I looked down at the faces of the others I could see intense blushing on some. Others stared at the ground. There were a few sounds like swallows, or gulps. Some stood rigidly. Sally sneezed.

He stood in front of us now looking from one to another making his choice about where to start. Without comment he moved to my end of the line. Cheryl stood next to me marking the right hand end of the line. Still without comment he pulled her bodice outward and made a show of peeking. "Pretty. Do the panties match?" She gulped and nodded.

I was next. I stood motionless. My dress was loose making no challenge of his investigation, but to my surprise, instead of just pulling the bodice toward himself, he brought his left hand up from below along my body cupping my breast from below as he pulled the bodice slightly forward and down. The effect was to uncover me enough that one side was exposed, though briefly. "Very nice," he commented as he covered me again with the bodice. "Do your panties match?" 

"Why don't you look and see," I replied my voice husky with my brazenness. I hoped I hadn't pushed it too far wondering what use he'd make of the invitation. 

Smiling he said, "Maybe I will, later," and moved on.

Each in her turn had her bra ogled. I could see the the bulge in his pants and couldn't help but speculate about how uncomfortable that might be.

On completion of his examinations he ascended the low stage and without further commentary he said, "Barbara."

It has begun in earnest. Each of us listened for our name. As the rank thinned, we continued to push in making the line shorter and shorter. We stood with our bodies touching gathering some strength from the group. I hadn't been nervous at first, but the shaking of the bodies on either side of me was having the effect of increasing my apprehension.

He moved faster than he had last time. Soon it was only three of us again and I couldn't help but wonder if he was purposely leaving me as one of the three last because in spite of my apprehension I was fairly confident that it wouldn't be I this time.

When he did call my name, I moved to sit with Bob, but as I did, Suzanne standing next to me stumbled a bit and I turned to help keep her upright. Her legs were quaking so that standing wasn't a certainty for her. I steadied her as I heard George call Candy's name.

Suzanne shrieked and almost collapsed in my arms. I held her up even though I knew she wanted to get on her hands and knees and crawl away.

George appeared in front of us. He ignored me speaking to Suzanne. "Well, my dear, you are our second winner." She continued to shriek, though at a much lower volume. Nonetheless, I was afraid she'd hyperventilate.

"Why don't we let her sit for a minute," I suggested.

"As soon as we undo some of this tight clothing," George retorted with a leer.

Still holding her up I was able to release the catch on her bra. "How's that," I asked trying to let her sit on the stage.

We were interrupted by Bruce, Suzanne's husband, who was coming forward pulling his golf shirt off. "Let me take her place!" He was in a panic. His shirt was on the floor behind him as he approached us. 

Chaos was starting to overwhelm the structure of George's evening. Several of the women sitting closest to the stage shrieked in appreciation of Bruce's muscled body. Yeah, they agreed and surged toward him as he stumbled onto the stage.

At that time looking over my shoulder to the stage I noticed that the two beds had been moved onto the stage along with some other ominous looking "equipment".

Without thinking of why I was doing what I was doing, I helped George bring Suzanne's limp form onto the stage. It was then that I realized that I had inserted myself into the process as aide de camp to George. I began to feel rather uncomfortable, but I didn't feel I could just drop Suzanne and leave.

As George moved her toward one of the beds my conflict increased. We maneuvered her to the foot of the bed where I released my hold and she more or less collapsed onto the bed. I began to leave when George caught me by the arm and whispered hoarsely, "She still needs you."

What for, I had no idea, but I stayed looking on helplessly. George began the process of removing her clothing, but being a man, was bungling it to the point where I felt his fumbling would ruin a very pretty dress. I stepped in and unbuttoned and unzipped until the dress was ready to be removed. Suzanne had recovered sufficiently that she had become aware of my contributions to her impending nakedness and exploitation. She began to let me know how little she appreciated my intervention, when George actually, but not subtly removed her dress. Now clad only in her underwear and suddenly aware that her husband was being mobbed by other wives, she made a further attempt to escape.

George and two other men whom I did not know guided her effortlessly to an odd looking contraption over which they draped her face down. It looked a bit like a table. When they draped her over it, it supported her head at one end and her hips at the other, but her legs hung free. Velcro loops were fastened which held her arms in place on either side of her head while similar loops held her ankles to the legs of the table at the other end.

The pad which supported her hips was wedge shaped raising her butt to a point higher than her head. The center of the table was missing allowing her breasts to swing free as she lay on the device.

One of the men had slipped a ball gag in her mouth. I had heard of ball gags, but this was the first time I had actually seen one. It was certainly the first time I had seen one in use. Her bra had been loose (thanks to me) and had been removed by one of the men I supposed because it was clearly missing now as her breasts were now clearly in view. Her panties remained, but that was to be short lived as one of the men cut them free with a pair of scissors.

She now lay strapped to the device, butt in the air, breasts swinging free. Her entrances for sexual pleasure were readily available since the height of the table was easily adjustable.

I looked at her and felt a slight envy. She was about to experience the cock of every man in the room. I knew I should feel bad for her, but I could only feel arousal. I almost wanted to trade places.

I looked briefly at her husband and saw that he, too, was in an envious position. The women had succeeded in removing the rest of his clothes. The muscles in his body fairly rippled, but most obvious was his erect cock. Gerry was stroking it when I looked over. As I watched Clare ran her nails over his balls. Another hand found his nipples, pinching them. 

Gerry's enthusiastic stroking increased while I watched. With so much stimulation I couldn't see how Bruce could hold out. George's leg was against mine. This seemed to be the moment I'd lusted for. I couldn't help myself. I unzipped him and, though it was a struggle, managed to extract his cock. I began to subject it to the same "torture" Bruce was experiencing. It throbbed in my hand. Without thinking I brought it to Suzanne's opening and with it against her, pushed on George's butt. He thrust deep inside her. Her reaction stretched the Velcro straps. A gasp escaped her mouth and she had the first cock of the night deep within her.

I looked back at Bruce as he, too, gasped as a stream of cum shot from his inflamed cock. It was followed by another and another. Those helping him to this point were excited as well. "Can you cum again," a voice asked pleadingly. I saw a pair of panties fall to the floor, then Jenny flopped onto the bed, her arms raised in invitation. She was naked from the waist down.

He fell on her like a teenager getting his first fuck. I was watching his muscled ass as he pounded her when I felt a pair of hands reaching from behind me grabbing my breasts.

I was so startled at suddenly being a target and enthralled with the sights that had been entertaining me that I neither resisted nor said anything. Even though I was being pulled backward, I struggled only to continue watching Jenny being fucked. By the time I lost sight of Bruce's ass pounding Jenny, I was aware of actually losing my clothing. Cool air around my hot pussy announced my missing panties, though my skirt was still in place. Abrasion on my chest let me know that my bra no longer covered my breasts. Several pairs of hands were now taking the place of the bra.

I was pushed forward and found myself on a device similar to or exactly the same as the one on which Suzanne was draped, I couldn't tell which. What I did know was that I lay on my face mostly naked.

I wasn't restrained so I pushed myself up and panting said, "Wait, let me get these clothes off." I guess I should have shouted for help, but somehow that wasn't uppermost on my mind. Hands released me and I removed what had not been removed. I had come back to my senses enough to be able to point at a large, very erect cock and say, "I want that one first."

With that I lay back on the table reveling in the feeling of my ass high in the air, and my pussy soon to be filled by hard cock. I spread my legs and immediately I felt the cock head seeking my entrance. I pushed back toward it and felt it enter. 

His entrance was slow and respectful, but I would have none of that. I had only to plead, "fuck me", once and he began a proper pounding. As he pushed me against the table I found that the table was equipped with a nub which vibrated furiously as my clit was forced against it. I was in ecstasy.

He came too quickly, but before I could complain, another cock took it's place, then another. Even with the several orgasms that swept over and through me, I tired quickly of this position. Being face down I was unable to see the men or their cocks. Not being able to see or hold the men or their cocks wasn't good enough. I wanted to see to see them and to allow them to give the proper attention my body craved. That would only happen with me on my back. 

I stood forcing whoever was planning to be next to step back. Turning, I found a familiar face, though I in my daze didn't know whose. The body still had a shirt on. I grabbed him and said into his ear, "Get those clothes off. Let's do it right." He nodded. I left him and stumbled to the nearby and thankfully, vacant bed. I lay down and for the rest of the night insisted on having proper attention paid to my entire body. I was in heaven.

I learned later that George released Suzanne very shortly after I had been dragged away. While she was not very sure of whether she wanted to do what was required, she complied for the remainder of the evening. Bruce was said to have held up well by women who seemed to be in the know. For some time after, I heard rumors that he could routinely be counted on for extended evenings with several women. As I had given Bob permission earlier, he had tried Suzanne, but said that I was a much more enthusiastic, inventive lover. George still had not found his way to my bed, but I began to think that Bob wouldn't have to lose the sales contest in order for that to happen.



An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 05



George had closed the meeting ("orgy" was more like it) with the same rules and directives. Leaving with Bob and for several days after, I was quite concerned about talking to him about what I had done. As it turned out, Bob had to leave on a sales trip before we talked. I was also shy around the other wives. I couldn't help but think that I would be ostracized. My concerns were lifted when I got a call from Jenny to come to her house for a little get together. "We just have to talk about that last meeting," she had said in a highly confidential voice.

Knowing that she and several others had behaved much as I did, I felt comfortable joining them. Even so, as I walked up to Jenny's house, I wasn't sure what I'd find when I got inside.

Sitting in the upholstered chairs in her living room sipping coffee and cokes, we talked about this and that for about twenty minutes before Jenny said in a rush, "I just can't hold it inside any longer. Was that last meeting great or what?" That was an ice breaker of the first order.

Suzanne wasn't there, but Freddie was. Freddie began what was to become a narrative of her experience, "When I realized I was about to be passed around, I could have died." Immediately we all fell quiet. I, for one, was dying to hear what it had been like to be completely undressed, your body exposed and put on display, then fucked repeatedly by your husband's friends and co-workers in front of everybody.

"I actually got light headed as I realized that I would be stripped naked in front of all of you and your husbands. It felt like something out of the days of slavery. I mean George standing behind me . . . . " She put her hands under her boobs and pushed them up and around duplicating what George had done. "It wasn't until he started actually unbuttoning my blouse that I realized how serious he was. It took real will power not to faint." 

She had stopped the lifting and massaging her breasts in her mocking repeat of George feeling her up that night. During this she had managed to unbutton the blouse's three buttons. The blouse now hung open as she continued. "I kept hoping it would end. When he took my blouse and dropped it on the stage, I thought it might end there." She was wearing a much skimpier garment than she had been at the meeting. She now unceremoniously flipped it aside. "Standing there in my bra was just unimaginable, but having him . . . ." Now without narrative she pulled her breasts from the constraints of her bra. She looked around at us. "Can you imagine? Not only are you half naked, but standing there with your boobs hanging out over your bra. My god, I was speechless. If you remember, he certainly didn't stop there. And now there were men," she looked around at us individually, "your husbands standing within a foot or so watching me be stripped. They stared at my boobs, my naked boobs. Your husbands, guys I knew well just stood there practically drooling staring."

The look on her face was one of incredulity. She looked strange sitting there with her breasts hanging over her bra, but she was quite intense as she related her feelings. "I never expected to react like I did to all this. When he played with . . .," she began to rub her nipples as George had done. "When he began to play with me, I actually got hot. I couldn't believe it. I looked at your husbands plainly getting hard, thoroughly expecting to . . . to . . . ." She didn't finish the sentence. She just kept rubbing her nipples, apparently reliving the experience of the meeting. "Do you remember he had someone, I don't remember who come up and feel me up like a . . . I don't know what. I really was getting hot. Then George put his hand down inside my panties. That was it. I let myself go . . . ." She trailed off. "I just wanted . . . ." she trailed off again, her butt squirming on the chair. She put a hand between her legs.

"I got so hot watching . . . ," Claire started before she, too trailed off.

"You mean that I'm not the only one that just wanted to feel like a slut and have everyone in the room, well, 'use' me?" I actually stammered a bit as I let it out.

"Is there something wrong with us," Barb asked. "When you lay down on that bed, naked! Then you spread you legs. I think I actually wanted to run up there, strip myself and let them all have me!"

"If there is something wrong with us, I don't want anyone to cure me," I said. After a flurry of agreements we realized that we could make this life around the golf course pretty interesting. 

One of the big questions, we realized, was how much our husbands would play along. Would they be aghast at their wives being so wanton or would they be energized at having so much variety. How to find out. How could we determine if our husbands would be freaked out or jump in the pile and join the orgy. I'm sure I wasn't the only one getting really wet just considering it.

We talked for a bit without coming up with any ideas that we liked. As the afternoon wore on coffee gave way to wine, one bottle gave way to two.

"Anyone ever tried one of these?" I hadn't noticed that Jenny had left the room when she returned holding several dildos. I know I blushed. I wasn't alone.

"Where did you get those," May asked apparently as astonished as the rest of us.

"They keep me company when Joe is out of town and sometimes when he's in town, but playing golf instead of playing with me," Jenny responded passing them around.

"Oh, my god," Clair said. "How do they feel?"

"Try it and see," Jenny said with a giggle. "Go ahead. We're all friends here." 

That was an understatement, I thought. I also reflected on the fact that we had all had quite a bit of wine.

"Oh, I couldn't," Clair stared at the dildos. Her head bobbed up suddenly, "You mean right here . . . here in front of everybody?" She stared at Jenny. I thought then that she was really asking permission to try one 'right here in front of everybody'.

"Why not?" With that Jenny took one from the table in front of her. She stood and wriggled out of the tight shorts she wore. The shorts fell to the mauve carpet and lay in a puddle at her feet. She looked round at all of us, got a conspiratorial look and pulled her panties off. She flipped them in the air with abandon. Her sandals followed sailing across the room in different directions. Those in the vicinity of their landing zones ducked. She stood letting all of us see her nakedness. Her eyes sparkled. Grinning impishly she applied a bit of lotion to the device and turned it on. It buzzed quietly.

A glance at her pussy. Another look at us. She spread her legs widely. She had shaved herself leaving only a narrow V which, itself, was closely trimmed. With two fingers she spread her now puffy lips revealing her clit. She looked up at at us, wriggled her hips and winked. Carefully watching herself she pointedly guided the tip of the dildo. When it touched her engorged clit, we could see the effect immediately. 

She hesitated, then holding the buzzing dildo in one hand she she pulled her tube top up pushing her bra from her breasts as she did.

She took aim with the dildo again, then pressed it again lightly against her clit. She stood for a minute, then sat on the floor. She watched herself closely as she applied the dildo. She ran it up and down, around and around. Finally, her eyes staring blankly, she lay back and plunged the humming device deep inside. She pulled it out then pushed it back in. She lay on her back with her knees bent. She pinched and pulled her nipples with her free hand. She pushed the dildo in and out ever more rapidly until she almost doubled up in a climax. It was a surprisingly noisy climax which included her hips pounding against the floor and loud gasps. 

When it seemed to have passed, she quieted, then lay still. She left the dildo inside her, whirring, and said rather breathlessly, "Who's next?"

Barb spoke up tentatively, "I'll try it." Then, "Do I have to take my clothes off?"

"Of course, silly," Jenny said from her position on the floor, vibrator buzzing. "That's half the naughtiness. Being naked in front of other people." 

She seemed reluctant to do it, but now Jenny removed the dildo she had held with her tightly closed legs. She turned it off and set it aside after wiping it. 

There was widespread encouragement from the others. Barb stood. "Well, here goes." She unbuttoned her Capri's and let the zipper down, rather slowly, I thought.

I couldn't wait to watch someone else do it. God was I hot. 

She wore low rise panties in a shade of rose. She looked around at the variety of dildos. "Which one . . .?" She gestured at the table with the dildos.

Jenny made a selection. It was a smooth, slender one, pink. It might have been a beginner's model. "You turn it on by twisting the base like this," she said demonstrating then turned it off and handed it to Barb.

Barb was still standing somewhat awkwardly in her panties. Her top hung only to her waist well above her panties. It was meant to reveal her flat stomach and perfectly shaped navel. She looked like a model in an underwear ad. Her lightweight top let her nipples reveal her excitement.

She pulled at the crotch of her panties as if to try to insert the dildo with her panties just pulled to the side.

Jenny poured a glass of wine. "Chug this, then take those panties off, all the way off," she said handing the wine to Barb.

Barb hesitated then set the dildo down as she took the glass from Jenny. "Down the hatch," she said with a tense smile and threw back her head. She coughed as she guzzled the entire glass. "OK. Let's do it," she said with confidence even before the wine had had a chance to take effect.

Jenny took the glass back and set it down. She turned quickly back to Barb and pulled the rose colored panties off surprising Barb and the rest of us.

"Oh, OK," Barb sputtered. She stepped out of the panties Jenny was holding on the floor at her feet.

Jenny stood holding up the panties as a sort of trophy, then sat to watch with the rest as Barb learned about dildos.

Still tentative Barb turned the base of the dildo. It quietly came to life. She turned it off, embarrassed.

"Put some lotion on it first," Jenny suggested.

Barb took the lotion and carefully applied a small bit to its tip.

"Use it just like your husband's cock only this time you can make it do just what you want, not what he wants!" We all laughed appreciatively.

Still tentative, she gently touched it to her clit. "Mmmm," she said.

Jenny got up from her chair. "Let me show you something," she said approaching Barb. Still without her panties on she demonstrated on herself how to uncover her clit. "Do that, then try the vibrator. I think you'll like the difference."

Barb was fully self-conscious again given this assignment. She hesitated and looked around the room. "Go ahead," Jenny instructed her. The rest murmured their agreement.

She did not shave as much as Jenny so had a bit more pubic hair to part. Fumbling she parted the hair, then spread her lips. 

"Rub it a bit with your finger so it's good and hard, then try the dildo," Jenny continued her instruction.

Ever so lightly Barb rubbed her finger in circles where Jenny indicated.

"Like this," Jenny, who was on her knees in front of Barb, had apparently tired of waiting. She put her finger on Barb's clit. Barb jumped back, but was stopped by a wall. Dishes and pictured rattled with the collision. Undeterred Jenny inched forward on her knees following her. Frustrated, Jenny continued for rubbing Barb's clit for a few seconds then said, "Now you do it."

Taking charge, Barb stroked and rubbed her clit. It responded well. Jenny watched on her knees right in front of Barb's pussy. "Now use the dildo," she said quietly.

Barb applied the dildo to her engorged clit. The effect was far different that the first time. Very shortly her breathing became more rapid, her hips moved. Accommodatingly Jenny slipped a finger inside further increasing the motion of Barb's hips.

Suddenly Barb sat in the chair next to her. She sat hard making the chair bang against the wall. Slouching, she spread her legs wide as Jenny took Barb's hand and guided the dildo from her clit into her pussy. Jenny then took over the dildo and operated it like a proper cock. She also kept up the stimulation on Barb's clit with her finger.

We watched fascinated as Barb's hips battered the chair until with short gasps and a muted scream she sent her fluid streaming down the dildo Jenny held and down her legs. "My god," she whispered, "who needs a man?"

We snickered at the thought.

"I'm next," I said. "Jenny will you do that for me, too?" I asked.

Jenny wiped Barb's juices from the dildo and pointed it at my crotch. "Have dildo, will fuck," was her affirmation.

I stood. By now I needed no wine for encouragement. I peeled my shorts and underwear off in one movement and sought out the dildo I would use on my clit. I was fiddling with a rather large, neon pink one with an appendage that looked as if it might find my clit even as the main barrel was providing a sense of heaven from the inside.

"You might try this. I think you'll like it." Jenny approached me with a smaller device which seemed to be made of a soft latex. It had a two similar devices attached by what looked like headset wires. I reached for it. Jenny pulled it back quickly. "Ah, ah, not yet. Take off your top."

Intrigued, I pulled my top over my head and dropped it. "Bra, too," I asked hopefully.

"Of course," Jenny replied adding a note of incredulity to her voice.

I quickly added my bra to the pile of clothes at my feet. I stood naked, surprised at myself, but with no apologies. The device was now buzzing. I looked at it and Jenny waiting to see what would be next.

"Lean over this table," Jenny instructed pointing to the well-polished mahogany dining table. She moved a chair out of my way. "Put your hands on the edge. Your back should about parallel to the floor. I want your tits hanging straight down."

I moved my hips back and lowered my head until I thought I was in compliance.

"Spread your legs," Jenny instructed. Turning she said, "May, bring me that dildo." Looking under my body between my breasts I saw her point to the slender one Barb had used. "And stand here," she finished.

I couldn't see where she placed May, but it didn't matter, I was getting more and more excited just being the center of attention.

Bent over the table, my legs spread, my "tits" (I'd only heard my husband occasionally use that term for them) hanging down, I was almost ready to climax without any further attention.

As I watched, my head down looking back along my body, Jenny moved the device toward one now very erect nipple. I shied a bit. "Now, now, you have to trust me," she counseled.

Holding the clip open with one hand she used the other to excite and further engorge my nipple. I felt this touch in the depths of my pussy. My hips responded demanding something be inserted.

Apparently satisfied, she clipped the device to the nipple. The initial smarting died away quickly and I felt more demand in my pussy. She repeated the process on the other nipple. By now I thought I would die waiting for release. I was rocking back and forth. I was sure I was dripping.

"OK, turn the larger one on and slide it in," she told May. I heard the buzzing then felt something enter me. It must have been rather large, it seemed to stretch me more than the best I cock I could remember. I felt her slide it slowly in. As it seemed to completely fill me, something touched my clit. It, too, was vibrating. I gasped. An orgasm swept over me almost instantaneously. 

Then there was more as the nipple clamps started delivering additional stimulation to my breasts. I put my head on the table to stabilize myself and held on tightly. More climaxes. I think I was screaming now. 

"Stop," I pleaded, "no more."

"One more," Jenny said calmly, "one more."

I heard another vibrator start. Someone put something cool on my ass. I was panting. Quickly my ass turned warm where ever the lotion had been applied, then my ass started to tingle. I couldn't help but relax my entryway. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't stop my body from accepting it.

I felt the nose of the device being rubbed in small circles around my entrance. I relaxed inviting it in. She pushed it inward. I relaxed more. She pushed harder. It felt wonderful. I wanted more of it. She pushed harder. I relaxed more and it slid in. Once in I could feel the vibrations from all over my body and the climaxes swept through me again and again.

I must have passed out because I came around on the floor on my back. The girls were chattering about how great that must have been, etc., etc. I wanted more. I lay with my legs spread, but the dildos were gone. I was to go begging.

Freddie got some warm cloths and helped clean me up. Once cleaned and dressed I could hardly believe it had all happened, but I still wanted more.

We left sometime later promising to think about the problem of feeling out our husbands' attitudes and get back together with for more planning.

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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 06



Bob was due back on the seventh. Anticipating his arrival and our conversation, I laid in the necessary elements of his favorite meal. When he called from the airport to let me know he'd arrived, I was prepared. When he arrived home, everything was ready.

I met him at the door in his favorite outfit. Not overtly "fuck me" in nature, it made clear I would be available on his timetable. I believe one of the things he liked best about it was the translucent top with its scooped neckline showing a lot of skin and cleavage down to a "barely there" bra.

I fixed him a drink and one for myself. We sat on the patio enjoying the warm evening and talked about his trip, his successes, his frustrations and the potentials still out there. I said nothing to relate the results of his trip to the next sales meeting. That would come later.

After an hour's conversation and several drinks, we ate. He was quite mellow after the cocktails and wine. We shared a port with dessert.

He helped me clean up, loading the dishwasher, putting away leftovers. As I finished washing a few delicate items in the sink he nuzzled my neck and rubbed his cock against my butt. I continued with my washing chores until he began toying with my breasts. I stopped. There was no washing dishes for me when he had his hands on my boobs. I rubbed my hips against his as he stood behind me. I felt the catch of my bra released. He pulled my top out of my skirt and ran his fingers under the top, under my loosened bra.

He held my breasts, circled his fingers around my nipples, kissed my neck. Skillfully he worked my bra from under the top and dropped it. I stood with my only motion being a slow caressing of his cock with my hips. He continue to feel me up like a teenager.

"Are you wearing my favorite panties," he asked in a voice that was only a whisper.

"You'll have to look and tell me if they're your favorite," I responded.

"I think I'll try the braille method," he said. He pulled my skirt up and using only his fingers began to explore my panties. He found my pussy and worked his fingers exquisitely though the fur, then he found my clit. I could barely stand still. 

He stopped and pushed my panties down, not far, just enough. Again he stopped. He turned me around and kissed me deeply.

"I didn't get to fuck you at the last meeting. I'm going to fuck you at the next meeting. I want to fuck you after I've watched you be fucked by Bruce and George, maybe some others, too. You seemed to really want them and they never got their chance. I want to watch them get their chance.

His cock was rock hard now. I knelt and dropped his pants. I licked droplets of pre-cum from his cock. 

He pulled me up to a standing position and worked my skirt off. Then my panties.

I helped him out of his shirt.

He pulled my top off.

We stood naked in the kitchen.

I knelt again and took his cock in my mouth sucking on it. He fucked my mouth.

I stopped and led him to the bedroom where I had him lie on the bed. I had earlier turned the bed down making ready for this. I sucked his cock slowly, deeply. As I felt him ready to explode I stopped and whispered, "How do you want me? Want me to suck you off? You can stick in my ass tonight. I'm yours however you want me."

"It's been a while. I'm good for more than once," he replied and pushed my head downward.

I took his cock in and explored it with my lips and tongue, then rose up and sat astride him letting him guide it into my pulsating pussy. He came with his hands fondling my breasts, rubbing my hips, my stomach. I kept up the fucking until his cock fell out, then took it in my mouth working it with my tongue until he was hard again.

I moved and lay face down alongside him sliding a pillow under my pussy, raising my ass. "Fuck me," I said.

I heard him looking for a few seconds for our lube, then felt him apply it. He rubbed it around the edge with a circular motion. As he rubbed, I relaxed.

He continued to apply the lube. As I relaxed more, he rubbed the lube inside the little entrance. As he did I relaxed more and he entered further.

Throughout all of this he used his other hand to stroke my clit and run a finger in and out of my pussy.

I gripped the sheet in a death grip as my climax approached. I rocked my hips. "Put it in," I pleaded.

I felt him change his position and felt his knees on either side of my hips. I felt him bend forward leaning on both arms. I felt the tip of his cock come into contact. I pushed back against that hard cock. It began to enter. I felt the stretching as he pressed harder pushing it inside.

Suddenly it was inside! It had passed through that little entrance and I felt him push deep. He began a slow fucking. I responded with my hips showing him how welcome he was.

We continued in this slow way until at last his cock swelled and I felt him cum. He fell forward and lay on my back for long minutes. I stroked my clit enjoying the sensation of his cock deep inside, his warm body lying on my back and an impending climax.

Though I was near, I let the climax wait. When he rolled to one side, his cock pulled out and he continued the roll until he lay on his back. He kissed my shoulders and left the bed.

When he returned he was clean and carried warm towels which he used on me. He turned me on my back and kissed me. This kiss lingered, then moved slowly down my body. He explored me with his tongue and lips. Licking, kissing, nibbling, he made his way to my pussy, then down to my feet and back to my pussy where he located my inflamed clit. Using his tongue and fingers he brought me to my first climax.

He turned into a 69 position and presented his cock to my mouth while he produced another climax using his teeth and tongue on my clit.

I sucked on his cock as I climaxed and was disappointed when instead of coming in my mouth, he pulled it out. 

He rewarded me by sliding it expertly in my pussy. Soon climaxes were driving me wild.

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Although Chapter 5 perhaps should have been the Non-Consent category, you may have to look for it in the Exhibition category.

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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 07



We never had the conversation, Bob and I, but we were clearly of a common mind. I could hardly wait until he watched while I was being fucked. I was going to make that happen. I knew he'd love it.

I reported the gist of our agreement to the girls. They reported similar agreements, not as specific as mine perhaps, but agreements that showed that the guys were game to let their wives get fucked as long as they could fuck the other guys' wives. Seemed fair enough.

We were pretty sure that the other girls were in general agreement, but we hadn't actually spoken to everyone. We'd have to deal with girls that didn't find themselves in sync as the process unfolded.

Now all that was left was for us to let George's meeting take it's course.

Shortly before the next meeting, I sent George a text: "last meeting out of control. Pls add more rollaways."

He responded within moments: " # ".

"Hrd to say. # avail?"

"Maybe 5"

"OK. More if poss"

"Will do. When you avail?"

"1 thng @ time"

"Cant wait"

When Bob and I walked into the meeting, I dropped him at the bar and sought out the curtained area I'd found at the last meeting. Finding it, I poked my head inside the curtains and began to count the roll aways. There were certainly more than five, but before I finished counting I was pushed inside.

I recalled that touch and the smell of alcohol on his breath. I was not surprised when the initial assault was followed by exploring hands. I relaxed as George went so far as to pull my top over my head and extract my breasts from my bra. I allowed him to continue his exploration even to the extent of sucking his fingers clean of the juices he had found in the cleft between my legs.

"Don't cum," I said kneeling in front of him, "I don't want your cum all over my face and chest when we leave here." He nodded and I sucked him until he tapped the top of my head urgently. Not wanting to leave him in distress, I let his cock slip from my mouth, but continued with my hand until he shot across the small curtained area we shared.

I hurriedly dressed and left, leaving him with a dripping cock hanging out of his pants.

Things proceeded more or less as they had in the previous two meetings. George took the stage and asked the women to come up and stand with him. He began his examination of lingerie, but was brought up short when Sara, his first examinee, said (loudly enough for all to hear), "Why do you get to look down at our underwear, but no one else gets to see what you get to see?"

Clearly confused, George stepped back and said, "What did you have in mind?"

Sara said nothing, but turned her back to Freddie standing next to her. Freddie pulled her zipper down and Sara let the the bodice of her dress fall to her waist. She stood, her lingerie fully exposed to everyone.

"Oh, I see," George said, obviously disoriented.

Of the sixteen, twelve followed suit. The others nervously let him look as he had in the past.

Twelve now stood rather revealed to the men of the sales force. Four didn't quite know what to do. At that point those of us who had revealed ourselves, buttoned up our blouses and pulled up our bodices ready to proceed. In his confusion, George became strictly an observer and the question about panties matching bras was forgotten. He missed an opportunity because the planned response was to be Why don't you see for yourself.

Still a bit rattled by the reversal of control, George continued toward his goal, though now it was clear he wasn't clear what that might actually be. And he was right, our plans differed materially from his. Nonetheless, we thought he'd appreciate what we had in mind as much as what he had in mind.

He started the "count down". "Georgeanne," he called. Bummer. I hadn't wanted to sit down, but I made my way back to sit with Bob. Together we would watch the evening unfold. Bob squeezed my leg. I reached over and squeezed his cock.

When there were but three left, we waited anxiously. Our idea for the evening's festivities was about to be unleashed. George called out "Naomi". This left Joan and Suzanne. No one had lost two in a row, though this was only the third meeting in the contest, so I expected that Joan would be the "winner".

So did she. She hadn't been in on our plans and had been one of those who did not participate in the lingerie show tonight. She put on a stoic face, but I could see she was not doing well as she waited for the pronouncement. Suzanne, for her part, put an arm around her waist to steady her. Suzanne had been aware of our plans, but was at best lukewarm. She had agreed to show herself, but her bra, even with it's lace, was one used for complete coverage. It looked more like a sports bra with lace than one used to proclaim femininity.

George stopped and looked at the two still standing, then at the audience. There was not a sound.

"Bruce," he said, "participated most uniquely last time." He said it in a manner that seemed more of a musing than anything else. "Can't help but wonder about Jim."

A low rumble brought our attention back to the stage. The noises came from behind a stretch of curtains across the stage. George stopped apparently waiting for the noise to die down, but, I suspected, more to add to the building suspense.

"Jim and Bruce would you like to come up here?" A scraping of chairs and the two made their way hesitantly forward.

When the arrived, they instinctively took places alongside their wives. How strange it must have felt to know that in a few moments they would see their wife stripped naked to be used by the men in the crowd including the man who stood in front of them.

Last time Bruce had valiantly offered himself and must have thoroughly enjoyed it as women excited by his nakedness had thoroughly used him and had him use them. Was he anticipating a repeat? Did he want a repeat knowing his wife would be used as well?

Jim had been around for a while. He knew everyone here well and, of course, he had participated in using Freddie and Suzanne in the previous two meetings. In fact, for all I knew, he may well have one of those who used me. I squirmed a bit thinking about how close we were to our planned orgy. 

Bob moved his chair quite close and slid his hand under my skirt. I looked in the direction of the scene being played out at the front, but felt his hand move upward along my leg. I spread my legs a bit as he moved slowly toward the inside of my thigh. He spent time there, his fingers a promise of ecstasy. I spread my legs more. 

As he found his way to my mound George was saying, "If Joan is our winner, what thoughts do you have?" He held the mike to Jim.

Jim was unsteady in his response. "Well," he said, "I guess I'll have to work harder next quarter."

"Great thinking," George said, "but any thoughts about right now."

"Could I do what Bruce did?"

"Are you asking me, Joan, yourself, who?"

"I don't know." He was sweating.

"What about you, Bruce? That is, if Suzanne is our first winner two meetings in a row." George had turned toward Bruce pointing the mike so as to catch his response.

"Well, I worked really hard this quarter, so I'm not worried," he confidently responded.

"Actually, that wasn't the question," George prodded. "The question involved the hypothetical about tonight activities. You seemed to rather enjoy yourself at the last meeting." Then he added, "I am right, you did enjoy yourself last time, did you not?"

"I sure did," he blurted. "Suzanne never said whether she enjoyed it," he concluded.

Suzanne's eyes were the size of saucers. I could see her chest heaving.

"I don't think I have much in the way of answers from either of you so you may both return to your seats." George had a smirk he could hardly contain as they walked away. When they reached their seats, George called out, "Don't bother to sit." They stood looking very uneasy and wary.

"In a few moments all the guys will be busily removing their clothes in preparation for the evening's activities. I'm going to give Jim and Bruce a head start. Boys, just pile your clothes on the table." He nodded in the general direction of the tables at which they had been seated. 

The logic was overwhelming and the directive was clear. They hesitated and looked at each other as if waiting for the other to start. George said nothing. Everyone was watching.

Bruce started first. Maybe because he'd been through this before, but whatever the reason, he pulled his shirt off just as he had at the last meeting. This time there were no fawning women to help or at least cheer him along, but without any hesitation he continued to strip until his clothing was piled on the table. All except his shorts. The bulge was quite apparent. "All the girls are waiting, Bruce." George said mildly.

He pulled his shorts off in a single movement. His cock sprang up. Instinctively he turned to show it off to everyone. There was a smattering of applause from the ladies, including me. He looked at George.

It was a splendid performance from my perspective. I was really hot and Bob could tell. Without my panties on, I would have been dripping. As it was I believe there was a damp spot on my skirt where I sat on it.

I could see Jim take a deep breath. He really missed the chance to either go first or at least strip at the same time as Bruce. As it was with him wearing an open dress shirt, he not only had to unbutton his shirt, but he also had an undershirt to pile on the table. He accomplished neither with any erotic flourish.

He's not fat by any means, but he has a tiny bit of a roll. I debated not watching, but I thought that might be insulting. My level of excitement dropped with every item he removed.

Finally he got to his white boxers. As these topped the pile on the table, we were treated to a cock so shrunken that it looked as if it was trying to find refuge in his belly. It was difficult to see his balls at all.

All eyes turned back to George who was still wearing his smirk. "Well," he said, "the party has started. Come up here and join your wives."

They made their way forward again with Bruce leading the way shoulders back, his cock swinging majestically. Jim followed. Everything about him was, at this point, unremarkable. I knew him to be a very nice person and a good friend, but at this moment he was just a naked and humiliated man.

Both took their places at their wives' sides. 

"Well," George began (I wished I'd counted the number of times George started a comment with "well") the next decision is up to the wives. You see, this quarter we have a tie so we'll have two women to enjoy." 

He let the comment hang in the air. Both couples looked at each other and around the room in confusion and realization of what George had just said. 

George continued mildly, "Ladies, do you prefer to have your husbands remove your clothing or would you like me to do it? Doing it yourselves is not an option. Which do you prefer, Joan?"

Joan looked surprised, but without hesitation she opted for her husband. Suzanne followed suit.

"Alright gentleman, who is going to go first?" George stepped aside to give everyone a clear view. "Shall we flip a coin?" He produced a coin as he spoke.

The four nodded assent, though not in unison. The coin rose in the air. "Call it Jim," George said.

Jim was taken by surprise and managed a call of heads only after the coin had landed. Without looking at it George showed it lying on the the back of his hand to the four. Apparently it was heads as George said to Jim, "You win. What's your preference?"

"Bruce can go first," he said with some relief evident.

Again without hesitation Bruce turned to Suzanne. She stepped back as he reached for her and almost fell as her heel bumped against the stage. He caught her and turned her so her back was toward us. Carefully, slowly, he unzipped her dress. There was no communication evident between them and the move seemed to surprise her. As the tight black dress opened it revealed her tanned back broken by the bra strap running horizontally across it.

He turned her around. She was graceless in the turn stumbling a bit and still looking confused. With the dress unzipped, he moved behind her and pushed it off her shoulders revealing the plain white bra, the sports bra with lace I had mentioned earlier. Obviously undressing Suzanne wasn't one of Bruce's skills because he tried to push the dress downward rather than taking if off over her head. Her hips, while not overly wide, provided a barrier to this direction. She didn't seem to know what to do as he continued to try to push the dress down.

Joan took half a step toward them and said in a loud whisper, "Pull it over her head."

He quickly reversed course, grabbed the hem and jerked it over her head. The lack of finesse resulted in total destruction of all efforts she had expended on her hair. It seemed to piss her off as much as being stripped naked for a second time. She flailed at her hair to straighten it without any success. Lip reading I saw him tell her he was sorry. I expected that they might have some conversation later in which he would offer his apologies several more times.

Every dutiful, however, he continued on his assignment. Suzanne was now in a half slip and bra. He made the choice to pull the slip up and over her head resulting in more messing of her hair. What was going through her head I could only imagine, but I expected that she was plenty hot, and not in an erotic way.

He looked at her as she faced him. He was unsure of himself for the first time. Tentatively he reached under her arms for her panties probably because the bra catch was now rather inaccessible. She swatted his hands away and in one smooth move unclasped her bra, let it slide down her arms and handed it to him. He took it, but made no immediate further move. She continued, shucking her panties and throwing them at him. She turned her back on him giving the audience their first view this evening of her nakedness. She put her hands on her hips momentarily, then realizing the predicament was only beginning, she stood awkwardly waiting for something she didn't want to happen.

George continued watching. The smirk hadn't left his face. "Jim," he said turning in his direction.

Jim seemed more adept. He stood in front of her and began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Stand behind her as you do that," George instructed.

Jim moved around behind Joan. It didn't make any difference, she'd be naked soon enough.

He continued with the remaining buttons from behind. He removed the blouse like he'd done it before setting it neatly on the stage behind him. He unzipped the skirt and guided it to the floor. Joan stepped out using his proffered hand to steady herself. Again, the garment was neatly placed on the stage. I saw him take a breath, then realize that she still had shoes on. He said something to her and she stepped out of the shoes. He took a deep breath again and reached for her bra. It fell away from her breasts. Instantly she covered them with her hands.

Another deep breath and he started moving her panties toward the floor. As soon as her neatly trimmed pubic area began to appear, she shifted her hands covering her breasts with an arm and her pussy with her free hand.

The panties joined the rest of the neat pile of Joan's clothes.

"Jim," George began in a stern voice, "take hold of your wife's wrists.

He did.

"Now, Jim," George's voice was still stern, "pull her arms around to her back and hold them there."

Clearly he was not happy with this instruction, but complied. She did not resist. Again I was surprised at what beautiful women were married to our salesmen.

Both women and their husbands now stood naked in front of us. Jim continued to hold Joan's arms in back of her.

"OK gentlemen," George had turned to the naked foursome, "please find out if your wife prefers the table," here he moved onto the stage and patted the cushioning on the table. It was the table that he had secured Suzanne to last time. "Or the mattress." It was unnecessary to show them what he meant by mattress.

I could see the decision process in the eyes of the women. It was a choice of looking into the face of someone you knew as he made use of your body or turning your back and not having to watch, but risking someone wanting to use an entrance you preferred they not use.

The four drew closer to each other in whispered conversation. "The women want to know if they'll be gagged," asked Jim now perhaps emerging as a spokesman.

"I don't think will be necessary," George responded.

"Neither of them wants someone to use, you know, their . . . you know," it was Jim again after more whispered conversation.

"Well, I'm not sure exactly what you mean," George began, "but if you mean they don't want to have their ass poked or aren't up to blow jobs, I suggest that they both make the men's use of their pussies the most exciting thing that's ever happened so that other avenues aren't considered. The bottom line, if you'll excuse the pun, is that I'm not taking any positions off the table. Again, forgive the pun."

They both opted for the beds but made no move to lie on them. That was fine with me because I wanted to start on the table. I rather liked that helpless feeling for the first few cocks.

"OK ladies," George said somewhat impatiently, "take your places."

They moved the few steps toward a bed. Joan was the first to actually sit on one. Suzanne just stood alongside the one she selected.

"Gentlemen, your wives are about to be fucked. Would you please have them lie in the proper positions. These mattresses are what they, themselves selected." George was clearly annoyed.

Both men put their hands on their wives as if to get them into position and were immediately rebuffed as the women actually lay on the beds without further encouragement. They didn't look ready to fuck from my perspective. Arms and hands covered important parts and both had their legs clamped tightly together.

I had noticed earlier that there were large video screens hanging from the ceiling, but I hadn't paid any attention to them presuming they were there for another function. Now, as they became active we could see that ceiling mounted cameras were focused on the stage. Unseen hands moved the cameras so that the view in each screen was one of the couples.

"The ladies don't seem quite ready. Jim, test your wife's pussy and let me know if she's ready to be fucked." Jim knew what he meant and didn't play dumb or argue. He just sat on the bed by Joan, gently parted her legs and slowly inserted his finger. His verdict was that she wasn't. Without being asked, Bruce did the same with the same result.

I did notice that both cocks reacted positively to the assignment. Jim's actually began to look more like something that could be used to fuck a woman. We all also noticed that the cameras followed the fingers zooming in so that the finger and pussy filled the screen. The camera followed each husband's finger as it performed its mission and as it exited with its result. Once the mission was complete, the cameras panned over the women's bodies alternating between panoramic views of their bodies and excruciating detail of individual parts, mainly breasts, nipples, and pussies.

"Well," George said let's give you guys a few minutes to get them ready. I want you to use your mouth on her pussy, anyway you choose, to get her ready. And, oh," there was that smirk again, "Bruce you do Joan and Jim you so Suzanne."

Their cocks responded instantly. I must comment here, though, that I was thinking that while Bruce's cock became majestically hard at this point, I was routing for Jim who's cock, while clearly hard did not have the majesty of Bruce's.

To belabor the point, Bruce's cock had more color to it and I could make out the veins. The helmet looked like just that with an eye to it that promised a woman her fill of his seed. From his body it was just above horizontal (Ok, OK, I was staring), and pointed a bit to the right. It was long and thick without being frightening. It looked like it would fill me and, if used properly, bring me to multiple pounding climaxes. I considered pointing it out to Bob, but thought better of it. He knew I was staring and that was bad enough.




An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 07



From below that magnificent edifice hung his balls. They actually swung as he moved. They, too, were a darker shade and of a size that supported the promise of great volumes of that white goo. I could feel it filling me and running down my legs as he came inside me. The fantasy was made more difficult by Bob's stroking fingers in and around my pussy. 

Jim, on the other hand, had a smaller device. It didn't resemble the spear Bruce sported. Now I like Jim and didn't want to think ill of him, but his equipment just didn't set me on the fantasy fuck that Bruce's did. His was shorter and thinner, not a lot, but when being compared with Bruce, there was a clear difference. In fact his lighter coloration could be called pasty. His balls didn't swing. Actually they didn't hang well either. There was just no promise there.

In a word when it came to it, and I hoped it soon would, I would see myself servicing Jim while Bruce would be servicing me.

The men exchanged positions with more energy than I had seen since the stripping began. Bruce knelt at the end of the bed. He took hold of Joan's legs at the knees and pulled her toward him as if she were a doll. At the same time he spread them. When her pussy was in reach, her legs hanging off the bed, feet on the floor, he extended his tongue. In doing this he released her legs only to have them clamped together pushing his head downward. Frustrated, he took hold again and easily separated them. I could see the white spots on her legs as he gripped them tightly.

The camera zoomed in and we could see in great detail his tongue stroking her pussy, finding her clit. She no longer resisted as he swirled his tongue on her clit. I squirmed as he found his way inside her first with his tongue, then with his fingers. Once his fingers were inside he resumed tantalizing her clit with his tongue. Her head was thrown back, her neck stretched as she made little sounds. Soon her hips joined in the response. He hugged her hips to his mouth as she pressed his head down against herself.

George tapped him on his head. 

Bruce looked up and seeing George's erect cock, gave way. George pulled Joan back up onto the bed then knelt between her widely spread legs and let himself in. She hardly missed a beat during the swap and continued energetically trying to extract George's juices.

Even as she did, I noted that several others had come to the stage to await their turns with Joan. 

At the same time Suzanne was being prepped by Jim. I hadn't been watching as he began with her, but now I did notice that his diminutive cock had greatly increased in size. From something bordering nonexistence it had grown to a normal size, or a bit larger. He was working Suzanne's clit vigorously with his tongue while on his knees on the bed. His cock bobbed at an angle from between his legs. I could see it drip occasionally as I watched.

The camera, when I watched the video, showed Suzanne pulling wildly at her nipples, then panned to show Jim's tongue between her legs, on her clit, then inside her pussy. The operator also made an attempt to capture the bobbing and dripping of Jim's cock.

I decided to be brazen. I felt that it was now or never so I stood and said to Bob, "Come on, let's do it." I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on the table. He smiled appreciatively. As he stood, he removed his shirt. I waited as he removed his shirt, then we walked hand in hand to the stage.

A short line had formed behind Jim. Bob approached him and taking by the arm got his attention. As he lifted his head I almost laughed at all the pussy juice. It about covered his face from his forehead to his chin. Bob found a towel and threw it to him. "Got another job for you." he said.

I stood alongside him and smiled in what I thought was a wanton way. I was, after all standing there in my bra. "She is hot for your cock," Bob was always rather graphic and direct.

He reached around behind me. I felt the catch give. My bra slid down my arms. I handed it to him. Jim's eyes dazzled.

"Come on big boy," I whispered in his ear. Bob and I led him to the wooden table. I checked to be sure that the clit vibrator was working and lay across the cool leather cover. Bob fixed the adjustable edge of the table raising it slightly. He wanted my butt prominently in the air giving all comers plenty of access to either port. I climbed aboard.

"She's all yours," Bob said smiling. "I just want to watch." As he said that I felt him pull my skirt up and throw it over my back. "Get her panties off and she's all yours," Bob told Jim. At that point one of them, Bob probably, swatted my butt like I was some trained animal. I was too hot to care much.

I grabbed the sides of the table and looked to the side. I could see Bob watching intently. I could also see the bulge in his pants.

Jim didn't waste any time. He pulled my panties off as he were trying to set a world record. Several pairs of hands fixed my legs to the legs of the table. I was ready. I hoped that I looked as sexy as I felt, but that view isn't necessarily one known for great eroticism. I flexed my butt muscles and wriggled a bit.

Almost immediately I could feel the head of Jim's cock against my pussy lips. It circled a bit as if trying to find the proper entrance. When it found its target, I lunged back as much as I could from that position. It went in, then pulled completely out along with an audible gasp from it's owner.

"Put it in," I said. I'm not sure if I was commanding or pleading. The cock sought its mark with some hesitancy again, then, slid in.

I'm not sure who fucked who. I grabbed his cock as tightly as I could using the muscles in my pussy trying to keep it inside as we found and maintained a rhythm that quickly satisfied both of us. Between his banging on my butt and the clit vibrator on the table, it was great. I pushed and screamed until he finally slowed and I felt that wonderful feeling of his cock just before it shoots cum deep in your body. He lunged once, twice, three times more. Each lunge was more insistent that the previous one. Then I felt him cum. He shoved my butt tight against the table pushing me hard against the pussy vibrator on the table. He held me there as I screamed out my climax. 

When he backed away, another cock was immediately pressing me for entrance. I let several more have me in this position then called a halt. "I'm going to go to a bed and take the rest of you guys on my back," I told the line and led them toward a nearby rollaway. They followed me to the bed and helped lay it flat from its stored configuration. The sheets were cool as I lay on it. "Somebody take off this skirt," I called out. Jerry immediately stepped free of the queue and with what I thought was a good bit of expertise, had the skirt off in seconds.

I now lay fully naked, by legs splayed, ready for a hard cock. I have no idea how many took advantage of my wantonness, but I frequently had one in my pussy and one in my mouth. I told them they could cum in my pussy, but not in my mouth. I also forbade them from using my butt. Everyone cooperated and I had a great evening.

Bob came by after things were quieting down. There was still a short line. Some were back for seconds, some that I had given a blow job (even letting one or two come in my mouth) were now wanting to try my pussy. "Time for my princess to go home," he told the line. Some groaned, but all were cooperative. Then, to my surprise he said, "If you didn't get enough tonight, stop by next week some evening and we can arrange for you to get all you would like." My god, he had really gotten into the program. He was giving me away to all comers.

"Should I invite the girls over to have all they want of you," I joked. 

"There's a thought," he said putting on a thoughtful face.

"Before I get up," I said, "just put it in me for a second. I want to feel you as the last cock of the night."

"We lay in each others arms for quite a while before we finally got up and started for the restrooms to clean up.

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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 08



After the third sales meeting and our subsequent wives get togethers. I began thinking not only erotically about the situation, but in order to maintain the incredible pleasure I had found, strategically and tactically. 

The most obvious element of the situation was that there had been three sales meetings with each turning into an orgy. Secondly neither corporate management nor the salesmen had made any apparent move to alter either the meetings or the way in which the "winner" was selected. These observations led me to the conclusion that the prize structure was here to stay. 

Further it seemed logical to me that it would develop that there would be a small group of wives who would end up being the prize at each meeting. Presuming that the selection was fair, that the husbands of the wives on whom the prize status fell were actually the wives of the lowest performing salesmen and not simply chosen on George's whim, the same wives would be selected time after time. 

That it might be that these salesman had the highest goals, the most difficult territories, or were in some way the least competent, I didn't think mattered. The reason might well change from quarter to quarter, but these wives would continually find themselves being handed around as a sales prize because their salesman husbands fell in one of the above categories: highest goals, most difficult territories, least competent – or some combination.

Bob didn't seem to be one of those doomed to a perpetual status as low man. He had shared with me that his quota had been increased, but that he had developed some good relationships which had turned into good customers. In addition, these customers were providing highly qualified leads. He actually expected to make his quota next time around. 

All of this left me in a quandary. I had really liked being a supplemental prize and, while I didn't want to have Bob shown up as the lowest on the salesman's totem pole, I did want to experience that wonderful variety of cocks. To date not only had I managed to make myself an unbidden supplemental prize, I had also learned a hugely exciting fact, Bob really got off seeing me used by his buddies. In short my getting fucked at these meetings not only made me very happy, it made Bob happy as well. Nonetheless, I wanted more. I was actually fantasizing about being humiliated in front of a crowd. The more I got into being naked and fucked at the meetings, the more I thought about being the prize.

I had daydreams about being the center of attention. I wanted to be forced to stand in front of everyone and have my clothes stripped from my body. I wanted to be handed over to the men for them to do what they wanted with me. 

Many of my daydreams had me dressed in fine clothes, silks, perhaps. I would be called up and forced to stand with my arms held firm by ropes or chains high over my head while my clothes were torn from my body. My blouse would be shredded as several naked men sporting wondrous erections tore it from my body. My breasts would be jerked first one way then another as the cloth shredded. I would scream. Bob would try to save me (hopefully to no avail). My bra would reluctantly give under the onslaught leaving me on the stage shrieking in dread, my arms tethered high over my head, my breasts prominently displayed. They would continue to be tossed one way and another (seductively, I hoped) as I writhed in agony, humiliation, and fear.

My attackers would pause for a moment as they gazed lasciviously at my nakedness, staring at the erotic sight of my chest heaving in fearful expectation before completing their mission of stripping me naked.

Bob would be held back by strong arms; too many for my brave husband to rescue his endangered wife. I would see this and realize no help would come. I would be stripped and forced to endure the depraved desires of many men.

They would set on me again with a cry. My skirt would be forced open, vicious tugging at the waistband would tear it from my hips. I would be momentarily be swept from my feet, hanging only by my arms. The ripping of the material would generate another cry of success from the licentious men.

It would be only seconds before I regained my feet where, once again, these naked men with erect, dripping cocks would finish by ripping my panties from my body.

What happened next in my daydreams would always be a blur as, inevitably I brought myself to a climax. Not a fully satisfying one that those fantasized cocks would have forced on me, but a climax nonetheless. It wasn't unusual for me to not realize that I had a finger on my clit until the climax burst on me. No wonder I didn't have a specific end to my daydreams. They never got that far!

I also knew from the girls' get together that there was interest on their part as well. They may not have the same sort of daydream I had, but they were close. 

Early in the week after the third sales meeting I called Freddie and between the two of us we arranged for another girls afternoon. It would be at my house when Bob was out of town. I asked Freddie to bring her "objects of passion" with her just in case they could be useful. 

I hadn't done this in forever, but I made a batch of "special" brownies which I thought I'd serve just about the time I broke out a lovely Sauvignon Blanc I'd found at the local wine store.

As it turned out only seven of the sixteen wives showed up, but I was certain it would be enough. They were the more active ones. I thought they would most likely to be interested in the kind of plans I was thinking about. 

The coffee went well enough. When I felt the time was right I brought out the brownies and the wine. When the requisite "oos and ahs" subsided and even those who claimed to eschew sweets had had a brownie, I kept the wine flowing while I changed the subject.

"I've been thinking a lot about the current sales contest," I said looking around the room.

"Who hasn't," Claire rejoined. "I think about it a lot." It was said in much the same way she had talked about it earlier. I had already counted her in. I also counted in Freddie and Barb.

Suzanne, not surprisingly, wasn't here. I didn't figure her for one of us anyway. There were several others also not present whom I did not expect to participate.

Joan was present (and on her third brownie). I wasn't sure which direction she'd go. May was also here and seemingly enjoying the wine and brownies. I had no idea how she'd vote. Anne was another unknown as was Jenny.

It left the nine others unaccounted for. At best they would be neutral or mildly supportive. Worst case they could be actively against our plans which could cause some real problems. Nonetheless I expected that we'd get a majority to go along. That might not be enough, however. If only eight or nine went along, that would leave a whole lot on the sidelines. It could be enough, depending on who it was, to scuttle everything. I intended to make a point to assign one or two of those in agreement to talk to everyone who needed convincing. I figured we could pull it off if we only had one or two sitting out.

I also felt we could get George to go along. If he did, he'd have a chance to fuck some of the women he'd never get to fuck otherwise. I also wondered about his wife. She had attended the meetings and never seemed put off by the goings on. I began to wonder if she'd like to participate rather than sit on the sidelines.

"I have a confession to make," I began loudly enough to silence the ambient chattering. "I bought a toy just like the ones that Freddie showed us last time we got together." That quieted things down. Everyone looked at me. Well, the looks said, what else are you going to tell us. Or, heaven forbid, what are you going to show us.

I inserted a pregnant pause and said, "When Bob is gone, I find it quite comforting." By now it was apparent that the brownies and wine were having an effect.

"I never did get to try one when we got together last time," the look on May's face was something between lascivious and "I can't believe what I just said."

I let it pass. I'd get back to her later. Freddie and I had great plans for her.

"I hadn't tried one before that day," I continued. "When Freddie showed us how enjoyable they are, I wanted to continue learning." I looked around the room. No one else said anything, but I certainly had their attention. "I also realized that perhaps others were not having the proper attention paid them." Nods developed around the room, almost like a wave at a football game.

"Who," I wondered aloud, "is getting all the attention she got before their wedding day. I can remember having to go to great lengths to straighten my clothes after every date." I looked around again to be sure that I was getting through. I wanted them to think back to their courting days.

"Bob used to release the catch on my bra as we walked into a restaurant like this," I reached around in back and released my bra catch. "He got so good that we'd sit down and in a few moments my bra was in his hands." I demonstrated slipping my bra straps down my arms under my blouse and maneuvered it out the left sleeve hole. I dropped it on the floor. I was almost as good at Bob at getting it off!

"He'd put it in his pocket and I'd be 'bra-less' for the rest of the date." I looked around for a nodding head. I found Jenny in agreement. "I'll bet you had the same type of problem, Jenny." She looked surprised that I knew she'd had similar experiences. She was completely unaware that under the influence of wine and cannabis she was sharing every thought inside her bobbing head. I said nothing, but continued looking at her with a look of what I hoped was compassion.

When she finally realized that we were waiting for her story, she began slowly. "Ralphy was never so good as to do all that stuff you were showing just now," she said looking more in my direction. "But, in a movie and sometimes in the car, he'd find a way to get his hand in my pants. He even told me he preferred I wear skirts so he could play with me. One time he unzipped his pants and had me give him a blow job while he was driving. We almost had an accident so I quit doing that." Laughter broke out. It appeared that several had had similar experiences.

"Yeah. The worst part of that is that you can't see the road. You can only feel the car swerving. If we'd had an accident, I might have bitten his cock off," She laughed self-consciously. "I don't know if I would have married a guy without a cock." She giggled as the room broke up in laughter. The sharing was picking up. The girls were getting less hesitant.

"Ryan was the same way," Jenny broke in, "always getting his hands in my pants and wanting me to blow him while he was driving, so I'd just give him a hand job instead. He really seemed to like it and it kept his hands off me and on the wheel. The problem I had was that he never had any Kleenex in the car. I started keeping some in my purse." The girls giggled again knowingly.

She thought for a minute then she said, "You know, when he'd cum in those days, it was a big mess. I mean he'd shoot," she started gesticulating imitating a geyser, "you know, gobs. Now, not so much. 'Course, I don't do that for him," she paused, ". . . anymore." Another pause. "Maybe I should. I'll bet he'd like that."

"I've never done that for Bob. I wonder if he'd like it," I added to the generally developing confessional.

"Oh, yeah," several chimed in their agreement emphasized with nodding heads. 

May picked up the thread, "They all like it. You know, they say all men masturbate." Her head bobbed in agreement with herself. Her looking around gave proof, however, of her lack of total confidence in the statement. "Maybe he'd like me to do that for him." Her eyes got rather merry at the thought. "Maybe he'd just like me to watch." At this she covered her mouth. "Oops," she said.

"Maybe he'd like to do you," Joan added. 

I thought I saw several squirming in their seats at that thought. 

"I think I might like that," May actually put her hand on her crotch as she said it. I don't think she was even fully aware of it.

There were several side conversations at that point.

"Show us what you bought for yourself," Claire's request wasn't brazen, it was softly spoken. Her eyes dropped from making contact with mine almost immediately.

"Actually I think that Freddie has several with her," I responded looking at Freddie.

Freddie reached into her oversized bag and produced a second bag. This she took to the coffee table and spread out the contents. There were perhaps a dozen or so dildos of various sizes and shapes. She returned to her bag and produced a third bag from within it. She brought this to the coffee table as well. She removed from it a number of interesting devices, nipple clamps which I recognized, as well as other things which I didn't. She spread them on the table.

On her knees in front of the coffee table she looked around. "These can be lots of fun. You don't need a man, but if you have a man, it can be even more interesting. Or," she continued, "you can share them with one of your close friends." Saying the latter she made a small sweep of her arm indicating that all of us could be considered "close friends".

"We tried a couple of them last time. I remember Gerogeanne practically passing out!" Claire shared, much to my regret. She could have left that part out. In the spirit of sharing I smiled passively.

"Right," Freddie agreed, "so who's next?" She looked around expectantly.

'Not me' said several self-conscious giggles from around the room. Nonetheless two, in their drug induced state, did volunteer. 

"OK," Freddie said agreeably, "we have two volunteers." She then organized the toys into three different groups. "Both of you choose one item from each group," she told the two volunteers.

They looked over the toys carefully. "If you don't make a decision in the next 10 seconds, I'll make it for you," she threatened after a couple of minutes."

Unable to make decisions, they quickly grabbed one from each of the three groups, a dildo, clamps, and restraints.

"Georgeanne," Freddie asked me, "would you apply the restraints." 

Both of the selected restraints were handcuffs. Both were furry with wide leather bands. They didn't look too threatening. First I secured Claire's hands behind her back and just to be different I secured Barb's hands in front.

"OK," Freddie said standing back to view what I'd done. "Let's start with Barb." Barb's eyes flickered with excitement.

"We'll need that shirt off." 

I raised Barb's cuffed arms high over her head while May pulled her top up. I continued to hold Barb's hands in one of my hands while I accepted her top from May with the other. Without being told, May unclasped the bra and slid it up to me as well.

I must admit that Barb looked pretty good standing with her hands in the air. Her full, rather pointed breasts with their dark, engorged nipples would draw a lot attention at a sales meeting, I thought.

"Hmmm," Freddie mused. "Move her over here," she said indicating the stairway and the bannister running down it. "Fasten her hands to the bannister."

I did after unfastening the handcuffs and removing her bra and top from her arms. We stood back admiring our handiwork. She was clearly ready for what would come next, whatever that might be.

Freddie picked up the nipple clamps and expertly attached one to an extended nipple. I remembered the feeling and could see it reflected in Barb's face as the pain of the first clamp surprised her. "Oh my god," she gasped, "that hurts." She struggled a bit, but Freddie assured her it wouldn't last. She calmed and as soon as she seemed to have accepted the first clamp, Freddie applied the other one. Barb jumped, "Oww." 

She quieted quickly under Freddie's glare.

From in back of us Claire said, "I don't want that. Maybe you better take these cuffs off." Freddie and I looked at each other. I took hold of Claire at the shoulders and held her while Freddie shackled her ankles. 

"You just need to wait your turn," Freddie advised her. The effects of the wine and brownies had left her confused so even if she wanted to argue, she was in fact unable to get coherent thoughts together. I sat her down on a chair facing Barb. She could just watch while we experimented on Barb.

"We'll get to you in a few minutes," I told her and returned my attention to Barb.

The nipple clips had kept Barb's nipples elongated, if not engorged. Now Freddie twisted a rope around the base of each breast making them balloon.

"Now for the pants. May, you take charge of her pants."

May was ready for the assignment and quickly unsnapped the shorts pulling them and Barb's panties off as if she'd done it a hundred times.

"Put on the spreader," Freddie told May indicating a bar with cuffs on either end. May needed no instructions. She attached the cuffs forcing Barb's legs far apart.

"Just a little further," Freddie instructed. "We want her pussy spread wide, but don't want her to lose her balance."

May adjusted the bar. What a sight! Barb standing on the floor with her arms cuffed to the bannister. Her spread legs separated her pussy lips as if she was inviting entry. The chain for the nipple clamps draped like that on a pocket watch. A droplet fell to the floor from those wide spread lips. I was getting pretty hot myself.

A buzz made me turn. Freddie brushed by me with a dildo emitting a buzzing noise. She went to Barb and knelt in front of her. Barb pressed her butt against the wall to avoid the buzzing dildo approaching her pussy.

Freddie made contact. Barb's eyes got very big. Freddie moved the dildo excruciatingly slowly up and down her outer lips driving the already over excited woman crazy. Freddie lightly slid the dildo up her abdomen, then down, then in circles. She inserted a finger deep into Barb, but continued moving the dildo. Up she went to the underside of Barb's breasts, then on to the nipple clamps where she held the device to the clamps making them vibrate and bite. She brought the dildo down again ending at her clit.

Barb twisted, gasped, and cried out during all of this. God it made me hot watching. When Barb was thrashing about insanely about to experience a mammoth climax, Freddie inserted the dildo as deeply as she could. "Hold this," she said to May who immediately took over holding the dildo inside Barb.

With hardly a wasted motion, Freddie attached the third clamp to the erect clit. Barb jumped. She cried out something between pain and extreme pleasure as Freddie told May, "Now fuck her hard with that thing!"

May moved the dildo frantically in and out. Within seconds Barb was screaming and writhing with a climax that seemed to last forever.

When it ended, we released her. She collapsed and lay on the floor, a puddle of the aftermath of ecstasy. We left her to remove the clamps from her nipples and clit as we turned our attention Claire who seemed quite ambivalent about her next minutes.

I helped her to her feet. "My god," she said, "can you do that to me?"

"You bet," Freddie responded. Without another word she pulled Claire's shirt up and pushed her bra off her breasts. "You have really nice tits," she said admiringly rubbing them and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. I stood behind Claire holding her by the shoulders.

Freddie continued her assault for a minute or two then abruptly stopped. "May," she said calling May to her. "Take over. Get her nipples quite ready. Make them hard and long. Pull them a bit to lengthen them if that's something you'd like to do. Then put the nipple clamps on." May was eating up this assignment. She was going to enjoy every moment.

I could feel Claire's ambivalence as I held her shoulders. I believe she had a pretty good idea of the discomfort to come, but she wanted to have a climax like Barb's. 




An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 09



The next day, a Thursday, the girls gathered. May was to show up with her husband after I called her requesting a man to help me with a "manly" chore at my house. Her husband, Jerry, is all man. Nice build, great smile. He'd always been easy to talk to at parties or even in the grocery store. And, while he was never overtly flirtatious, there was always something about him that made me want to tug surreptitiously at my neckline to make it more revealing or to put my hand somewhere where he could pick it up and hold it as we talked. 

I'd paid particular attention to his cock at the meetings. As he slid it into Freddie at the first meeting and then Suzanne later I'd watched it disappear and reappear. I had watched his ass as his cock slid in and out. I'd take that cock any day -- maybe twice on any day. But I'm getting lost in my fantasy (again!).

In fact I've lost part of my story. Let me take you back a couple of weeks . . . . .

Following our initial get girls togethers, I'd begun talking with the others. My main question was have you ever played with a man's dick until he came. It didn't have to be a husband. Most were a bit horrified at the idea. Some told me that they'd touched "it", but the idea of purposely masturbating a man just to give him pleasure or watch the cum spurt was anathema. Most said that included blow jobs. For myself, I had never done it. I'd give Bob a blow job now and then although I didn't usually let him cum in my mouth. Now I began to wonder what it might be like. The thought of making Bob hard, then continuing to stroke him until he came was very appealing. Bob did it for me occasionally, but I'd never thought to do him.

I did find two who had. One said she'd done it for a boy friend in her teen years to avoid having him practically rape her. The other, once we got to talking about it, said she did it fairly often. It was just one of those things they did to keep things interesting. She told me that they had found a spot on the crest of a high hill near here where she would tie him to a tree naked. She'd use her hands and mouth on him for long periods. She sometimes had a climax herself when he came.

They would go to the crest of that hill with nothing but sex in mind carrying bondage items and other toys. When they got there, they'd either flip a coin or perhaps one had lost a bet. The winner would choose what was to happen. Usually they'd end up fucking on a large flat rock that capped the hill. She wouldn't tell me which hill it was. That was their secret. I didn't push it. I could understand why they wanted that for themselves.

I had asked if anyone ever had happened on them. Sure, she had said, but they were always polite enough to move on.

After compiling this good gossip level information, I had decided that we all needed to learn how to pleasure our husbands better. At the same time, we'd learn things we could pass along to them as to how to give us more pleasure. Sounded like a great adventure to me. When I presented it to the girls, they were in enthusiastic agreement.

We by now admitted that our husbands must masturbate, though we didn't know when or where. We agreed that we'd not interfere with that, but that we'd like to know what they did so we could do it to them as well. We'd also show them what we did for ourselves. However, the idea of just saying, "Husband, I know you masturbate. Show me how you do it" wasn't the plan. The trick would be to find a husband who wouldn't mind showing us the various things he did for himself. Perhaps with that and some explorations on the web, we'd learn enough. We didn't have to know everything, after all.

May had volunteered Jerry. I had volunteered Bob. Candy thought Mark might do it.

This brings me to the present. Though I must clue you, dear reader, into one more important part of this plot. All of our houses have security cameras. Management had gotten spooked some years ago by a break-in. To provide better protection each of our houses had been wired with security cameras. The cameras were generally off, but they could be activated by a security officer at central security if they suspected something. They have a dim red light that glows if the camera is active so we don't feel spied upon. We can also use them ourselves with our own computers. If the camera recognized the requesting computer as belonging to the owner of the house, the light does not come on. It was this latter function that I was taking advantage of today. The girls were gathered in Cheryl's house next door watching on our computer hooked, of course, to their large HDTV.

Alone in my house I called Jerry and asked it he would mind helping me move some furniture complaining that Bob never wanted to help. Of course he'd help, he said. I told him to bring May to help me think about where the furniture should go. Sure, he'd said and the two of them were at my door in minutes.

I was wearing one of Bob's old dress shirts and barefoot. Just a housewife knocking about her house during a day when her husband was out of town.

Jerry was in day-off dress. He was always sexy in my eyes, but he came in wearing a beat up pair of khakis, old tee shirt, and topsiders without socks. He didn't even have a belt and his hair was mussed. I wonder if May had done that. All in all he was perfect. I couldn't wait to see how long he'd last.

We had a general plan of how things were to go, but no specific script. We believed we could play it by ear. I had let Bob in on enough of what I was doing to get him to help me install strong eye bolts in the ceiling where they'd be useful, but not especially noticeable. 

All right, I'll confess, I didn't tell Bob the whole truth. In fact much of what I told him wasn't the truth at all. But a girl's got do do what a girl's got to do.

As usual May had on a short, lightweight top that allowed her flat stomach to show and a pair of very short shorts. Her cheeks were easily visible from the rear. She, too, was barefoot.

May and I started talking about the furniture, then she noticed an empty bag and a receipt from a local shop. "Did you make that bra sale," she asked.

"I did. And I think I found at least one that's actually comfortable," I said.

"I can never find just what I want," she said. "I want something that shows cleavage and has those pads on the bottom of the cup to push you up a bit. That's what Jerry likes to see. Isn't that right," she said sexy smile and a wink addressing the last comment to Jerry. Jerry looked the faintest bit uncomfortable, but agreed without reservation.

"I think I know what you mean. That's what I got," I said unbuttoning my shirt. Both she and Jerry were in front of me. "Jerry, you don't mind a bit of girl talk for a minute do you?"

"No," he said, the dear, "you two go right ahead." He was watching me unbutton.

I finished unbuttoning. Jerry took a breath and looked away. I laughed at his discomfort. "Oh Jerry, you can be one of the girls today and look at my bra. Maybe you'll learn something."

"You never know," May assured him, "and I certainly don't mind." 

Jerry looked back. "Ok, maybe I will learn something." Now he stared. May had given explicit permission. He wasn't going to miss a thing now.

"They never fit me quite right," said May continuing our interrupted conversation. She felt the bra on the underside of my breast. "How much padding does it have?"

"Well here," I said, "try it on. I think we're about the same size." I dropped the shirt. May nodded assent and pulled her shirt off. I had only the old dress shirt of Bob's on. Panties, yes; shorts, no.

"Should I leave," Jerry gulped.

"Oh, Jerry, you've seen a girl without her bra on before. Make yourself useful and undo this catch." I presented myself to him, but didn't turn my back. He'd have to reach around to undo my bra. "Show me those bra-catch-release tricks all you boys know."

Without my shirt I was now standing in front of him in bra and panties. May was wearing short shorts, no top, no shoes. That Jerry was hard was quite evident. He had to brush against me in order to reach around to my back. I loved the smell of him this close. He fumbled a bit. I moved even closer crushing my breasts against him. He succeeded and the bra came off in his hand. I stepped back.

"Look what you've done," I made him look at my hard nipples. "I like having a man take my bra off. Let me see you put it on May."

He stepped behind May and after some maneuvering of the bra and her breasts managed to get it on her. It was obvious that men learn to take them off, but never learn to put them on. May reached behind her as he tried to get the bra in place. She found his hard cock and gripped it tightly.

"You seem to like doing this," she said with a broad smile.

Then she said, "this bra feels good. I'll have to stop over there if the sale is still on. You can take it off, Jerry."

Jerry handed the bra to me. "Just put it over there. I don't really think I need it today after all," I motioned toward the couch. He tossed it in that direction.

I had still had my panties on to give an illusion of modesty. May still had her shorts on. "Since your wife and I don't have our shirts on, how about our man showing us his chest," I said moving close enough that my breasts brushed against his tee shirt. I took the hem as May moved in behind and ran her hands up under his shirt pushing his arms up. The shirt was off seconds later. My breasts brushed against his chest while May's were crushed against his back.

I stepped back just far enough to enable me to run my nails down his chest. "Nice," I said. Looking down I said, "May, do you mind if I see what seems to make his pants fit so poorly?"

May released his arms and looked around from his back. She ran her hand down the front of his pants. "I can't imagine what this could be," she said coyly now stroking his cock. I joined her.

"Honey, let me put these on so we can do a better job of examining the problem," she continued now with the soft cuffs in her hand.

Jerry was in no shape to argue and within a few minutes and some awkwardness on our part we had his hands secured and had a line from the cuffs strung through the eye bolts in the ceiling. He never protested. He stood, arms partially raised, staring at two half naked women. The bulge in his pants persisted.

"I think I know what that is," May said brightly as she unsnapped his khakis. The old zipper slid down easily. The tops of his black briefs made me catch my breath. 

The khakis dropped leaving me to gaze on those black briefs against his fair skin. His cock struggled for release. He looked at me. I thought he'd cum in his pants.

May straightened dragging her tongue from his navel to his mouth. She kissed him. "Don't cum yet. We're just getting started."

By now the others were crowding into the door. Jerry's confusion and surprise brought giggles from the new arrivals.

Freddie took immediate possession of May pulling her away from Jerry. "Finish stripping her," she said to Jenny. May's eyes sparkled as she allowed Jenny to position her facing Jerry. From behind May unbuttoned her shorts. Jenny continued by pushing the shorts down leaving May dressed as was I in only panties. Jenny slowly slid the panties down as Jerry watched. Looking from one to the other I could see them both drip with excitement.

May stepped out of her panties. Now naked she allowed herself to be locked to the bannister as the others had the day before.

Freddie stepped up to Jerry's side. "We are going to fuck your wife with these dildos," she waved her arm toward the table now covered with toys, "but first you need to have your cock released. Which of us would you like to do the honors?"

Jerry looked around, gulped, and nodded finally toward me.

I started toward Jerry, but Freddie stopped me. "I think we need to relieve you of those panties first. Claire, would you do the honors?"

Claire's fingers were warm as they grasped the waistband of my panties. I held my breath as she exposed me to Jerry. I had trimmed myself to leave a soft covering that would reveal as well as conceal my pussy. Nothing, however, could conceal my hardened clit as it pushed through the bush that remained.

Stepping out of my panties, I moved to take possession of Jerry's briefs. I pulled them slowly down. I knew I was the center of attention and I wanted everyone to share the passion I was feeling. I watched from inches away as the waistband of his briefs uncovered his hard cock. Finally I pulled the waistband below its tip. It sprang up. I tried to catch it in my mouth, but its bounce made me bob for it. Finally catching it in my mouth while holding the waistband I took possession and sucked it. I tasted the droplets of cum that covered the tip.

"Don't suck him off, Georgeanne," Freddie warned.

Reluctantly I released his cock and finished removing his briefs. He stepped out of them. Just as I began to stand, I took his cock in hand, then sucked it into my mouth as far as I could. I let him go. I could taste the droplets of cum that had dripped into my mouth.

Freddie and Jerry now faced each other. Freddie took control. She pulled her shirt off and dropped her bra. She rubbed her breasts lightly on his chest as she held his cock in her hand. "I remember this cock deep inside me. It felt really good. I loved it when I felt you cum. Today, though, we're going to watch you spurt. But," she said, "you aren't allowed to cum until your wife cums. You're going to watch while we fuck her. Candy will take charge of your cock. She's not supposed to let you cum until it's time. If you do, we'll punish Candy. You got that?"

Jerry uttered a dry, "yes." His eyes were everywhere. Almost a dozen women were looking at his nakedness. Several of the women were naked or near naked. A woman stroked his cock and he was going to watch while his wife was fucked by these women. For her part his wife stared back at him from her restraints obviously looking forward to whatever was to happen.

Yesterday's oak table was moved behind her. It would serve today as it had yesterday to push our bound captive's hips forward. Barb and Caroline pulled her legs apart fastening her ankles to the legs of the table. Her pussy lips parted as they did. Jerry watched everything, riveted. His cock bobbed with excitement. Cheryl turned on the dildo. It's vibrating was the only noise in the room. She brought it to May's erect clit. May jumped and twisted as Cheryl touched the clit lightly. Now the noise of the table banging against the wall as May's hips drove it this way and that was added to the vibrating of the dildo.

Freddie stopped. "No . . . ," May was crying. "Fuck me, fuck me." Her eyes closed as she thrust her hips forward seeking the dildo.

Her eyes opened in pain and surprise when the first of the nipple clamps found a tender nipple. She watched, struggling, as Freddie gently took the other breast in her hand and caressed it lovingly all the while holding the other clamp open just a hair's breadth from her nipple. Caressing the breast, pulling on the nipple, then sucking on the nipple, Freddie at last attached the clamp. May struggled and twisted increasing her efforts at escape as she realized that her clit was next. Eyes wide, "No, no, not there."

We held her tightly and stood where Jerry could have a clear view. Candy stroked him with long strokes. She pinched the tender skin below the head of his cock lightly, then stroked more. He was going wild as he watched his wife in her heavenly torture. When the final clamp bit her clit, May cried out, "Oh my god", over and over as the dildo entered her.

Freddie started the clamps vibrating so that all of May's body would be engulfed in the impending climax. Barb used the dildo with newly acquired expertise to bring May to a deafening climax. May struggled with her eyes closed, then opened them just in time to watch cum shoot from the dick in Candy's hand. "Don't stop, don't stop," he said encouraging Candy to continue the now violent stroking of his dick. Cum spurted and dripped. Streaks and puddles of cum were everywhere in front of him. Finally he hung limp on his ties. Only his cock showed a bit of life as it continued to twitch and drip.



An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 10



We released May, but left Jerry bound in handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. Candy and someone else wiped the cum from the carpet. May knelt and took the wilting cock in her mouth. As she licked and sucked him his cock revived. As it expanded it filled her mouth. I could see her swallow now and then. 

She pulled her head back until she held the length of his cock in her hand. Ducking slightly she began licking and sucking his balls. His cock twitched.

She began a slow rise. As she unfolded she ran her tongue along his torso until reaching his head. Then she nibbled and licked each ear finally reaching his mouth where she spent long minutes biting, sucking, kissing.

"You're almost through with your initiation," she whispered. "We girls agreed that if you'd do one more thing for us, you could have any one of us, whenever and wherever you'd like almost without exception . That includes having it your way, whatever way that might be. It even includes a quick feel in the grocery store." They both smiled. Jerry winked. I suspected that she might be the target of a quick feel in public places on occasion.

"What do I have to do," he asked. I think he was beyond being wary. He just wanted to do the next thing so he could move on to having the next girl.

"Come in here," she said. We had removed the Velcro wrist cuffs. She led him to my bedroom. Once there she had him lie on the bed. The others crowded around. His cock wilted a bit with all the refocused attention. "We want to see how men satisfy themselves," she said placing his right hand on his cock.

He seemed puzzled for a moment. "Why in heavens name would that interest you," he asked. 

"We just want to know more about our husbands," she said with a smile and a lick on the tip. His hand was no longer on his cock. She put it back. "We wondered if there are things we could be doing that we're not doing now that our husbands would like. This is something we're considering." He began to stroke himself. "But," she continued, "we're not sure we know exactly what to do. We thought we could talk you into showing us how it's done." 

"Can I ask for some encouragement," he asked.

"Sure, what would you like," May asked smiling.

"I'd like to watch you go around the room and strip each girl completely naked, feeling them, making their nipples and clits hard."

She laughed and said, "Sounds like fun. Who should I start with?"

"Start with Candy, then I don't care."

Candy, blushing, stepped forward as a space in the circle opened for her.

"I want to see her get hot and drip," he added stroking himself. "She felt so good jerking me off, I want to watch her."

"Want me to use a vibrator," May asked.

"Maybe. We'll see," he continued stroking himself slowly as if waiting.

May stepped behind Candy. Candy was dressed in a light casual cotton blouse and denim shorts, nothing sexy. The red blouse and blue shorts made her look faintly patriotic. Her brown hair spread on the collar of the blouse. She wore no makeup to speak of, but didn't seem to need any. She smiled, but her brown eyes seemed a bit apprehensive.

Jerry continued to stroke himself slowly as if waiting. His cock was hard, though.

May began by feeling Candy's full breasts in an exaggerated manner wrinkling the cotton blouse in the process. Jerry sped up. It was what he wanted to watch.

May pulled the blouse up from the denim shorts. Now she alternated between feeling Candy's breasts and unbuttoning the blouse. With just the top button left she began to concentrate her attentions on Candy's abdomen then moved upwards to her breasts. Jerry could see her hands as they moved over and in Candy's bra. Candy shifted under the attention. Her breathing quickened. She watched Jerry stroke himself.

The bra loosened suddenly as May released the catch. Now her hands were on Candy's bare breasts, but Jerry could see none of it, only movement within the blouse and glimpses of her bra.

Again without warning, a catch was released and the denim shorts dropped to the floor while May continued to stroke one of Candy's breasts. She abandoned the breasts and ran her hands down Candy until they rested on the skin just above her panties. With her right hand she continued over the smooth nylon of the skin tone panties. When she reached the crotch, she applied pressure. Candy sucked in her breath as the pressure more clearly outlined the pussy the panties covered.

With one finger May forced the panties inside this outline. The panties became dark with moisture along the line. Her finger retreated. She slid her entire hand inside the panties from the waist. She once again found the slit. Jerry could see her fingers pushing and stretching. Did a finger just slide inside?

She pulled her hand out and pushed the panties down revealing the trimmed pussy and almost toppling Candy forward onto the bed with Jerry. Candy caught herself but not before her hair hung like a curtain around Jerry's cock and her mouth kissed it's tip. She stood quickly mostly naked now from the waist down. May made short work of the blouse and bra leaving her fully naked.

Jerry had slowed his stroking. I believe he wanted to make it last. 

Jenny, standing at May's right watching Jerry stroke himself in utter fascination, was in the wrong place if she hadn't wanted to be next in line. May moved behind her and, as she had with Candy began feeling her breasts through her shirt. She wore a tee shirt with a revealing scooped neckline. The dark green contrasted with her fair Irish skin and red hair. Her red hair and copious freckles left no question what color fur we'd find lining her pussy when her panties were removed.

She hadn't expected to be next, but took it without resisting still fascinated watching Jerry stroke that fine cock waiting for the jet of cum. She found herself hoping that it would be something about her body that would produce that jet. She licked her lips. Jerry reached his left hand toward her while his right continued on its mission. Their eyes met. She moved so close to the bed that her knees touched the soft sheets. She leaned putting her body within his reach.

May saw this as well. She quickly unbuttoned Jenny's shorts and pushed them down. They caught between the bed and Jenny's knees. No matter. May saw to it Jenny's panties were no longer a barrier for Jerry.

He stroked her red curly fur, felt her dampness, slowly slid first one then two fingers deep inside her. Jenny felt her knees weakening with his intrusion. His thumb worked her clit. Pushed over the edge his cock spurted what cum he had left. He continued stroking even as the spurting subsided.

May helped Jenny onto the bed pulling her shorts and panties off. Jenny straddled Jerry while he guided his cock inside her.

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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 11



The following day most of those who had attended the "First Lesson" stopped by Georgeanne's place or at least called. Everyone wanted to talk about it. How could they keep these "Lessons" going? How could they do it without getting caught? Did it matter that they didn't get caught? How could they introduce their husbands to the skills they were developing?

The agreed to get together again the following week. Some were going to try what they had seen Jerry do on their husbands over the weekend. Tuesday was the first day that seemed to work for everybody to get together after the weekend. That wouldn't prevent texting, emails, and even phone calls in the interim.

Jenny was the first to call Georgeanne. Ryan had gotten home quite late, after midnight. The long drive from the nearest airport had left him in a bad mood. He didn't want a drink, he'd eaten fast food so he wasn't hungry. Jenny had had great plans, but they were quickly unraveling as she could think of nothing to help Ryan's mood.

"Lie down and I'll rub your back," she suggested coming back into their living room where he sat, grumpy. She wore a translucent night shirt. Her dark nipples and her red fur were visible occasionally as the light and the folds of the garment permitted. 

He didn't say no.

She said, "Help me finish this last glass of wine." He took the wine from her.

She sat on his lap unbuttoning his shirt.

He drank slowly and watched.

He watched as she unbuttoned buttons. He watched as her movement made the thin garment she was wearing fold and unfold providing erotic glimpses of her body.

His shirt unbuttoned she whispered, "Come with me. Let me rub your back."

He finished the wine and followed her to their bedroom. He allowed her to remove his shirt, then his pants.

He started to lie on the bed. She restrained him. "Let's get these off, too." She pulled his briefs off.

He lay down on his stomach, tired, ready for the massage that would put him to sleep. He knew she was good. He relaxed waiting for sleep.

She began, working from the neck down. As he felt the tension leave, he began to feel another need. Her touch tonight was lighter than usual. She worked her hands down his back onto his butt. She spent more time than usual working muscles below his waist.

She spread his legs and knelt between them. She worked his thighs. She put lotion on him that oozed onto his balls and cock. It was warm. She rubbed it in gently. It made him warmer.

She continued down his legs to his feet and when she had finished with his feet, she whispered, "Turn over."

He had always fallen asleep before, but now his cock and balls were warm. They tingled.

He turned over.

She started on his chest. She put lotion on his nipples that made them warm. At his waist she continued. Kneeling between his legs she put the lotion on his balls, then on his cock.

He was becoming quite erect. It embarrassed him. She never handled him like this. He didn't want her to think that he was aroused by her massage. Her massages were just to relieve tension.

The massage continued. His erection increased. She leaned forward her red hair obscuring her face and shrouding his cock. He felt her lips on his cock, then her tongue. He had never felt this before. She'd never done this before. He held his breath.

She raised her head and began stroking his cock. She moved slowly. He let himself relax.

She continued stroking him.

After several minutes she whispered, "I want to watch you cum."

She said nothing more. He relaxed as she stroked.

His breathing deepened and quickened. She felt his cock swell.

Cum shot from his cock as she stroked. She thrilled to watch him cum.

When he finished, she took a warm towel and cleaned him. She took off her night shirt and curled up naked against him. They both slept.

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As he awoke Saturday morning, he felt her curled next to him. She was naked as was he. They never slept naked. It just wasn't done. He touched her nakedness. He carefully felt her naked body but didn't touch her in her private places. 

When she woke, he was looking at her. She smiled. She pulled him to her and kissed him.

"Would you prefer to fuck me or would you like me to give you a blow job?" She smiled her beautiful smile as she asked him for sex and used those words he'd never heard her say. 

He didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. She rolled him to his back. His heart was pounding. With her lips she worked her way down his chest, across his abdomen, then between his legs. As her hair spread across him between his legs he became erect.

She took him in her mouth. Startled and confused he started to move away. She held his hips as she licked the tip of his cock. She was surprisingly strong and determined yet soft and gentle.

He stopped struggling and lay back. Five, ten minutes – he lost track of anything but the feel of her mouth gently sucking him. Her tongue flicking the very tip of his cock. He was without control. He shot off into her mouth. Even as he came, he felt her tongue on his tip. She didn't stop even though he had stopped cumming. Soon he was hard again.

She rolled onto her back and whispered, "Please fuck me." He did.

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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 12



We find that Sal isn't really reluctant at all. 

Chapter 12

Sal is Waylaid on the Cart Path

Sal came home early that Friday. In fact he took off at noon having assured himself that his customers were likewise taking most of the day off leaving him no one to call on. No sales, no point in working he reasoned.

Freddie was out when he got home. He changed and mowed the lawn. He spent the next several hours doing homeowner chores, then around 5:00 he opened a beer and sat on his back deck with a detective novel. The deck was secluded from the neighbors as were all the decks in the area. One of the perks of working here, he thought, was the utter privacy available.

Freddie returned home after 6:00. She had not planned anything for dinner. They'd go out. After all it was Friday. She was surprised to see Sal's car in the garage, but not excessively so. He had taken to giving himself Friday's off. That's why, she mused, she had been the first wife to be shared. Perhaps Fridays were good selling days even if Sal said otherwise. That, however, was beyond her control. She knew from past experience that talking about his selling practices was a great way to start a fight and, especially today, ruin a perfectly lovely evening and weekend.

She located him on the porch. Seeing him there through the patio doors with what appeared to be an empty beer bottle, she opened another and took it to him. She presented it along with a kiss and small talk about the beautiful weather and the impending evening dinner at a local restaurant. She left him and went back inside to put away the day's purchases. All quite routine.

At 7:00 she called him in to get ready to go out. He brought in the empties and his book. From the kitchen he went to their bedroom, stripped, and got into a shower. The hot shower and the pleasant discourse with Freddie left him with pleasurable ideas for the evening after dinner. He spent extra time soaping and stroking himself causing a quite pleasant erection. As he was tending to it, the shower door opened. Freddie stepped into the shower.

She noted the erection causing some consternation in Sal. Before he could gin up an excuse which both knew would be lame, she took over the stroking, pushing him gently against the shower wall. "Is this for now or for later," she asked.

"Could be either or both," he replied eyes closed lost in the pleasantness of hot water and his soapy cock being massaged by his beautiful and naked wife.

She continued stroking. He held on tightly to the shower grab bars. Just as the water was beginning to cool somewhat he shot across the tiled enclosure. She stroked until the spurting stopped then washed him paying special attention to his special areas. "I need to be sure everything is clean," she said in a husky voice. "Bend over and hold that bar."

From that position she added more soap to his cock and his ass. She slipped her finger deep inside him while stroking him with her other hand. The erection returned, but in the cooling water she ceased her pleasuring of him and used the last of the hot water to wash herself.

In the steamy bathroom she dried him taking special notice of his hard cock. She handed him a dry towel for him to reciprocate. He took the soft towel and began to dry her slowly, careful to massage each area that he hoped would encourage her to prolong this very erotic encounter. When he finished, she knelt on the bathroom floor and slowly let him slide into her mouth. Slowly in and out with her tongue exploring each inch of his shaft. As slowly as she had brought him into her mouth she let him slide out. She dried him carefully. As she stood she said, "Where shall we eat?"

Disappointed, he suggested a few spots. "Better call for reservations while I get ready," she observed after they agreed on an intimate French bistro.

They parted. He to dress and get reservations. She to dress and otherwise prepare herself.

It would be a warm evening and they would walk the mile or so taking the shortcut across the golf course along the cart path. As they were leaving he noticed she was carrying a handbag that appeared somewhat oversized for an evening meal, but said nothing. There was no way one understood women.

The walk was quite pleasant. Evening bird songs, crickets, and frogs serenaded them along the way. He wore khakis and a golf shirt. Freddie had gone further with a short black dress, modest enough in today's world, but short nonetheless.

Her sweater covered the low open neckline. Sal puzzled. He couldn't remember having seen the dress before, but knew that his recollection of the specifics of her wardrobe was at best, sketchy. They chatted as they walked holding hands. What a pleasant way to end the week, he thought. He also wondered if there would be more intimacy when they got back home.

The restaurant was crowded, but not noisy. As they had requested their table was on the patio. Before they sat, she took off her sweater and hung it over the back of the chair. The neckline immediately caught Sal's attention. It was very low, almost, but not quite, immodestly low, though it left uncovered most of her breasts.

The waiter arrived for their drink order. His face remained welcoming and neutral, but his eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts. As Freddie examined the wine list she invited the waiter to lean over to the list as she consulted him looking for the perfect wine. What she provided in return was the perfect view. The heat of her body accented the delicate touch of perfume she had applied under her breasts. The waiter was reluctant to move, but took her order and his, then left.

"That waiter was certainly enchanted with you," Sal observed. 

"I know," she replied. "That's such a tiresome job, they deserve a little something extra occasionally," she added with a smile and a wink. "You get the really good stuff. He only gets a peak. I think he enjoyed the peak, though, don't you?"

Dinner went well as it unfailingly did at this bistro. Sal was puzzled again as she returned from the ladies room looking a bit different somehow. She sat. The waiter returned having cleared the dinner plates offering dessert. "Well," Sal began.

Freddie cut him off. "We'll have a small glass of port, then we're heading home. I've prepared something special for dessert. Help me pick out a port, please."

Freddie said all of this looking up at the waiter, but the waiter was staring at Freddie's chest. Sal was about to say something. He hadn't the faintest idea what, but something about staring at his wife that way seemed to require him to say or do something.

Again Freddie intervened. "I can see I wore the right outfit for you men tonight. I'm really flattered that you find it so, well, so . . . interesting? Is that the word?" She giggled and with a finger pulled the neckline further open. "I'm afraid if I pull any more on this dress, I'll just pop out." She smiled up at the waiter who continued to concentrate on her breasts now that only a small area of her nipple was all that remained covered.

"Yes ma'am." The waiter was stuttering as he nodded in agreement. "Would you like a port on the dry side or on the sweet side." He could hardly get the words out. Sal smiled. He didn't need to do anything. Freddie, as usual, was in control.

The selection of the port brought the waiter close enough again that her perfume all but incapacitated him. Once chosen, the port was quickly delivered, and slowly sipped. The check was cleared up and, as they stood to leave, Sal looked again at Freddie. Had her bra disappeared? He had noted that she wore one when she was getting dressed because he always liked to watch her dress, but now it seemed that she was no longer wearing one.

He said nothing. She put on her sweater, picked up her large bag and they left heading again for the cart path. "What's the dessert you made," he asked as they began walking down the path.

"It won't be a surprise if I tell you," she said and the subject was dropped.

In the shadows of a copse of trees, she turned to him for a long kiss. Then she whispered, "I see you've noticed that I don't have a bra on." As he nodded she said, "Now it's your turn."

Taken aback, he said, "To take something off?" She nodded. "What should I take off?"

"You're going to put these on and walk barefoot," she said handing a pair of new running shorts.

He was startled at the request and the planning, but on the whole, it sounded interesting so he bent and removed his shoes and socks. She took them and put them in her oversized handbag. He looked around thinking about being seen as he took off his khakis. Freddie watched, but said nothing.

After a moment's hesitation he removed his slacks, handed them to Freddie and moved to take the running shorts. "These shorts are made so that you don't wear underwear," she said looking at his tan briefs.

Again he hesitated, but the intrigue was too great. He took them off and handed them to Freddie. Only the cool night air prevented a full-blown erection. "Hold your shirt up for me so I can see. I want to watch you get a hard on."

"What if someone sees us?"

"They'll be jealous, won't they?"

He nodded and pulled his shirt up. His cock still wasn't making it all the way to a full erection. She took it in her hand and stroked. "I wonder if anyone's ever gotten a blow job right here on the cart path," she said as she knelt. She took him in her mouth until she was satisfied he was fully hard, then stood. "That's better."

She handed him the shorts and waited while he put them on. "Now let me have the shirt and you'll look just like a guy out for an evening run."

"I may, but you look like a lady just come from dinner."

"I think I can fix that," she said, but she had already started down the path again. Twenty yards or so and she stopped. There was no cover here, just the fairway and a bright moon. She bent and removed her shoes putting them in the bag.

She turned to him and said with a wink, "Its so awkward for me, would you please see if you can get my panties off?"

"I'll do my best," he said. He knelt and slowly slid his hands up under her dress and over the silky material of her panties. When he found the waistband, he slowly pulled them down toward his upturned face. The fragrance of her arousal and her perfume made him wonder if they'd be jailed if they made love right here.

They walked again moving much too slowly for Sal. Their bare feet made almost no noise on the path. Sal stopped. She turned toward him questioningly. He kissed her then said, "Turn around."

She did and with exaggerated deliberation put her sweater in the bag, then returning to the dress, he opened the zipper. She made no move to stop him. She let the dress slide from her shoulders until it hung loosely at her waist. From behind he took her breasts in his hands and caressed them. For several minutes she leaned against him feeling his hardness on her butt as he caressed her breasts and her body. She held the skirt up so he could enjoy all of her.

"Do you want me to zip up your dress?" He asked after they had continued walking. 

"I want to be completely naked," she returned.

They stopped and he pulled the zipper the remainder of the way allowing the dress to slide to the pavement. It joined the other clothing in the bag. They continued walking arms around each other's waists. He loved the feel of her skin and her wanton nakedness under the stars.

Positioned under some trees was a park bench. She pointed to it. "There," she said walking toward it over the dewy grass. Once there she bent over grasping the back of the bench, offering herself. He dropped the running shorts and took his cock in hand. "We have to be kind of quiet," she advised, but said nothing further as she felt his cock find it's home deep inside her.

For many minutes while his cock pounded her, quiet was not an option. He found her breasts, her clit. He pounded her, sliding in and out while she became wild with passion. He came inside her, but then roughly moved her from the bench to the short grass of the green where he made sure she experienced the pleasure she deserved. 

Her screams of passion would forever make the seventh green famous.

Afterward they didn't bother to dress. They just hurried home to a warm shower followed by more passion.

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"That was really nice," he reminded her the next morning as they lay waking slowly to the new day.

"We'll have to do that more often," Freddie said in agreement.

"It is an 18 hole course," Sal commented. He was up on one elbow looking down on her. Her hair spread out on the pillow and sheet. She was lovely and adventuresome. He was really lucky.

She moved, freeing one arm from under him. She pushed on his chest. "Lie back," she said.

He lay back on the bed. She slowly removed the top of his pajamas, licking and biting each freshly uncovered area of skin. She pulled his bottoms off, then began sucking and nibbling at his cock. She had found "how to's" on masturbation and blow jobs on the web and now she put them into action. Using her tongue, her lips, and even, lightly, her teeth she brought him to his first climax of the new day. She held her mouth tight on him as he came, swallowing until he was clean, then licking him to get him ready again. 

"Now me," she said. "Anyway you want." She lay back and opened herself to him.

Bewildered about this change in events in their otherwise hum drum sexual life, he had nothing specific in mind that he might do that was new, so he took the opportunity to do what they'd done a thousand times. It still felt good as he slid inside her wet pussy.

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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 13



Hank arrived home that Friday evening in a very good mood. A good sized sale had put him within hailing distance of his quarterly quota. He could tell Caroline, in complete confidence, of course, that she would not have to be concerned about being this quarter's "prize". As a result, she just might, with the help of a generous application of alcohol, be interested in sex tonight.

Sex had been pretty good before they got married, but in the past several years she seemed to become less interested. Even when he could get her tacit consent, she tended to not participate with the enthusiasm she had before. She acted more the inanimate toy, than a vibrant partner. It was what it was, he acknowledged. She was beautiful with a great body and that wasn't bad.

On the road, he satisfied himself with porn and masturbation. He didn't want to be carrying the guilt, and possibly disease from some liaison begun at a bar, and he didn't want to get involved with any of the women who worked for his customers.

He brightened again. Tonight would be good. She might just lie there, but she was still a voluptuous woman lying naked, willing in his bed. That couldn't be bad.

He parked in the garage and headed straight for the pool still carrying his case. As he expected he found her in a chaise reading a romance novel. To her right on a small deck table rested a glass of wine.

"Hi, babe!," he cried as he walked quickly up to her. "I sure hope you haven't planned dinner because you and I are going out!"

She looked up smiling brightly. "Ah, my prince returns bringing what sounds like celebratory news." She stood and closed the short distance between them. Instead of a kiss, she allowed a curtsy, bowing her head at its nadir. This provided an interesting view given her dress of the moment and probably not unplanned. She could be quite a tease.

He smiled looking down as the loose top fell away from her otherwise unrestrained breasts. The view this afforded always made him hard. She stood and wrapped her arms around his neck giving a wine-flavored kiss.

"What news, sweet prince," she continued in flowery romance novel instigated grandiloquence.

Trying to stay with her, but with no alcohol in his system, he released her and taking half a step back, bowed and said, "I bring news of money and even good news of quotas."

She continued in her current vein of princess and danced around him. Returning to face him she grabbed his shirt pulling him to her. "You mean I don't have to worry about the next meeting?"

"Now you know these are things that I'm not supposed to share with you, but you should put any untoward events at the next meeting out of your mind. Though, of course, I didn't say that and you certainly don't know that," he said smiling.

"That is good news," she said dropping the romance novel speech and behavior. "Sit and I'll get you a beer, or do you want a scotch?"

"How about you following me to the bedroom with a scotch while I change my clothes. Then we can come back here and talk about dinner."

"Meet you in the bedroom," she said with a smile that he thought just might be an invitation, if not for now, possibly for later.

Leaving his case in the home office he'd fashioned, he returned to the car and got out his overnight case which he brought with him to the bedroom. Caroline joined him shortly with two fingers of scotch neat.

"Only one of these," he observed. "I want my wits about me when I'm with my princess."

He began to change, then as he stood in his underwear said, "How about a swim before we invade some restaurant for dinner."

"Perfect," she responded. "But let me help you, sire into your bathing costume." She found his bathing suit in a bureau. Throwing it on the bed as he watched she pulled his boxers off. His cock reacted instantly to this unexpected behavior. She knelt in front of him bathing suit in hand. "Lift foot," she commanded in a stern voice. A foot went up sufficient to have a leg of his suit pulled on. "Other foot," she commanded. The other foot allowed the other leg of the suit. She began to pull the suit up and, at the sight of his expanding cock said dramatically, "Forsooth, I do believe I see a hardening prick. I shall verify that it is what is claims to be."

With one hand she took firm hold of his cock and plunged it into her mouth. She held it there for a few moments as Henry was scarcely able to restrain himself, let alone believe what was happening. Pulling her head back she allowed his cock to drop from her mouth. "Ah, it is what it appears to be; the prick of a prince! We shall have to further investigate this appendage later this evening. But first we swim."

She pulled the suit up quickly, but when she encountered his swollen cock she held it for a moment, gently gave the tip a last lick of her tongue, then tucked in inside the suit where it bulged showing no evidence of returning to its flaccid state.

She retrieved her own suit and handed it to Henry. "I am tired from my efforts to properly attire my prince. Perhaps he would assist me in preparing for the swim." She looked at him wantonly handing him her bathing suit. She raised her arms.

No map was needed. He took the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. Tossing it to the bed he kissed each nipple then removed her shorts and panties. From his kneeling position he held her hips, pulled her toward his face, and give her clit a quick lick.

"Oh, forsooth, (I think that's the right word), my prince," she said wriggling in his grasp, "what fun we shall have this evening. He actually managed to get the bottoms of her swim suit in place without following through on his burning desire to throw her on the floor and fuck her.

She was being more like she had been before they were married, sexy, wanton, ready for a tumble in any available haystack. He thought he'd just play along and see where this evening might lead.

The swim was delightful. The water and the air temperature seemed made for this time in the pool. She enjoyed being with him, but gave him no overt opening for sex in the pool. After spending less than an hour swimming and floating in the pool, she got out.

"It'll take me longer than you to get ready, so why don't you stay in for a few minutes longer," she said. As he looked over at her from the pool in the space of that short sentence she had removed her suit. She stood on the pool apron naked for only a second or two smiling at him, then turned and walked into the house. He remembered how he loved to watch that lovely ass sway as she walked.

She stopped at the door and turned back. "Make a reservation somewhere. Surprise me," she said.

He nodded looking at her nakedness. Tonight was going to be really nice, he thought.

He swam for a few more minutes and got out. He was thinking of a casual, but intimate Italian restaurant. A bottle of Chianti would be nice. He dried himself, found the phone number and made the reservations. A quiet table, he'd requested, perhaps on the patio. They'd see what they could do.

He went to put on something casual and called to Caroline telling her where her had made reservations. She applauded his choice over the sound of the hair dryer. "My prince doth make good choices," she called back in her continuing her romance novel mood. "Could my prince find me a glass of that white wine in the fridge?"

He brought it to her as she was applying makeup and set it alongside her. "Thanks, prince," she said and went back to her makeup. "Ready in a minute."

True to her word she took little time in finishing the makeup routine, and the wine.

"Let's go," she said taking hold of his arm. The smile had not faded. It was, indeed, going to be a fine night.

She had dressed in a kind of peasant fashion. A loosely fitting white cotton blouse and a short, but full red print skirt. She was definitely wearing a bra, but it served to push her up and reveal the tops of her breasts. How could such a peasant blouse look so sexy he wondered. "Wow," was what he said. She smiled as he put her in the car.

They chatted on the way to the restaurant and during a quiet, intimate dinner. True to his request, they had been seated on the patio where the warm, sweet air had added to the elegance of the evening. She found his hands and held them for long moments during the meal. They finished the bottle of wine, but avoided dessert. 

Suddenly she said, squeezing his hand, "Take me up to Sullivan's Point."

Not far away, not far from home, a nice view, a place where lovers went. "Yeah," he breathed.

He paid the bill, then escorted her to the car. She put her hand on his leg as they made the short trip up to the parking area at Sullivan's Point. There were two other cars, both parked to afford maximum privacy while still having a view. Henry found a spot that would not deny privacy to any of them and parked. "Kind of hard to make out now that cars don't have bench seats anymore," he said now thinking this wasn't such a good idea.

"It may be difficult to make out in the car, but there's a park bench over there," she pointed to a secluded bench and got out. "Come on," she said as he hesitated.

They passed several benches seemingly strategically placed as to be obscured from one another. Caroline had taken his hand and was leading him. She arrived at a bench that seemed acceptable to her and sat. He sat alongside her not knowing quite what to expect. She was no longer coy. She kissed him. It was a deep kiss that reminded him of their courting days. She brushed her lips on his neck, blew her soft, warm breath in his ear. 

She ran her fingers under his shirt and used her nails to heighten his excitement. "Prince, I'm wearing a garment that is too tight. Would you please take it off," she whispered. 

During their courting days, he could easily unfasten her bra and slide it off without her having to take off her blouse. He made to do that now. She pushed back against the bench thwarting him. "My blouse needs to come off first," she said in a pouting voice.

Taking a deep breath he unbuttoned the blouse. She stood and took it off draping it on the bench. When she didn't sit again, he stood and pushed the bra off her breasts caressing them lightly before turning her and releasing her bra. The bra joined the blouse on the back of the bench. "That's better," she sighed, but something seems to be binding me from under this skirt." She reached up under her skirt and removed her panties. They joined the clothing on the bench. 

She kissed him again, pulled his shirt off, kissed his chest, sucked his nipples. When he opened his eyes, her skirt lay on the leaves at his feet. She was naked save her shoes. She bent over the back of the bench and spread her legs widely. Without a word he unzipped his khakis and pushed himself deep inside her. Slow seemed called for as he began. "Yes," she breathed pushing back against him. As he began to reach his edge, she moved away. "Stop. We'll finish at home." She bent and kissed his disappointed cock. Picking up her clothes she led the way back to the car, still naked.

They moved quickly to get back to the car. Once inside she said, "Hurry."

The short drive seemed too long. He was still hard when they rushed through the garage door into the house and down the hallway to the bedroom. He stripped off his pants and shoes as she kicked off her sandals. But before he could bring her to the bed she held him at the its edge . "Can you come twice tonight," she asked breathlessly. She knew the answer, but wanted him to know this night would be memorable. He nodded completely confused by the evening. "Lie down on your back." He did.

She sat with him on the bed. She slowed down what he had expected to be a quick fuck. She played with the hair on his chest. She moved down until she was twisting the curls at the base of his cock. She kissed it's tip licking it clean. Then she took his hand and placed it between his legs. "I want to watch you pleasure yourself." 

Surprised he said, "What?"

"I want to watch you make yourself cum," she punctuated the declaration by sucking and licking his cock for a brief second. She took his hand and curled his fingers around his cock and began a stroking motion with it. She took his other hand and placed it between her own legs. She rocked back on her legs and watched him do something no one, least of all her, had ever seen him do.

It excited her to watch him stoke his cock, to be able to look at its majesty. This was the thing he put inside her that filled her, exciting the length of her pussy as it moved in and out. It was this wonderful organ that sent what felt like torrents of cum into her body. She couldn't take her eyes off what was happening. His finger and thumb excited her while at the same time as he stroked himself.

She was almost ready to come herself when jets of cum shot upward. Henry's abdomen tightened, his head came up and he jerked while he stroked faster. Her climax followed. It was over too quickly for both of them. She straddled him and lay on his chest both savoring the moment.

She couldn't restrain herself and murmured, "My prince has cum." He groaned.

"What'd you think," he asked after they had lay in each others' arms for a few minutes.

"I loved it," she replied, "and I loved that you made me cum, too. Would you mind doing that again sometime?"

"For you princess, anything," he said.

"You said you could cum twice," she reminded him. "You still up to it?" She was sitting on the side of the bed wiping both of them with a warm cloth. She had stroked him until he was once again hard.

He reached for her breast. He held a nipple lightly. "I could fuck this lady all night."

"I've never given you a blow job. Would you like that?"

"My, god, I'd love it!" He couldn't believe his ears. He moved toward the center of the bed to give her more room.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth," she wasn't sure if she wanted him to, but she'd read on the Internet that that's what men liked.

"Maybe sometime, but tonight I want to cum in your pussy," he said lying back eagerly awaiting her mouth on his cock. She knelt on the bed gently taking hold of his hard cock. She was concerned that she do it right. 

"Tell me it if doesn't feel right," she said nervously and bowed her head over his cock taking it into her mouth. It felt funny. Hard as it was, she knew it was sensitive. She tried to avoid having her teeth touch him, but it so filled her mouth that it seemed that there was no way to avoid scraping him. She pulled back until only the very head was still in her mouth. She licked the head imagining him inside her pussy. He responded with a groan. She let go his cock. "Am I hurting you?"

"No," he said. "Please don't stop." He rocked his hips forward forcing himself deeper into her mouth. She began to stroke his cock with her hand while licking the head and its tip. It was exciting to feel his passion as she experimented with her hands, her tongue, and her lips. She sucked and licked and stroked. She used her nails on his balls. He was fucking her mouth with an excitement she had never seen or felt before.

"Stop! I'm going to cum," he sounded desperate.

She didn't stop. Suddenly she wanted to feel him cum in her mouth. She wanted to feel the cum shoot against her tongue as he came. She sped up her efforts and suddenly felt the warm cum shoot into her mouth. Still she didn't stop. She swallowed some, some dripped out of her mouth. She was in ecstasy knowing she was giving him such pleasure.

He was groaning, thrashing, moaning. He slowed, then stopped. She kept licking and stroking until he put his hand on her to stop.

"My god," he said. "That was fantastic!"

She wiped her mouth on the bed sheet. "I loved it. I had no idea I'd like it, let alone love it!" She was in a state of unbelief. She'd really given a man a blow job! She lay down on top of him again.

He turned her over sliding still hard cock inside her as he did. "You were incredible!" His eyes were bright as he looked into hers. He was moving inside her as he asked, "Dare I ask where you learned to do that?"

She smiled. "I was that good? I actually just read about what to do on the web. There are lots of blogs about how to give blow jobs," she said, adding with a coy smile "and . . . other things, too." 

"Are there things I need to learn about what to do for you," he asked. He was moving faster inside her now.

"Yes," she said. "For tonight, just keep doing what you're doing. It really feels good! Tomorrow we can talk about those 'other things'." She closed her eyes and let him fuck her. Tonight he was going to cum three times.



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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 14



I must confess that I felt rather like a gossip getting the girls to talk about their latest sexual escapades with their spouses, but it turned out that once they got talking, it became a matter of who could outdo the other. We learned quickly that once given permission to masturbate the guys were all for it. They actually liked their wives watching. That left the question of whether they would feel the same way about having one, or worse (or better), about having a number of other people watching. It seemed to me in listening to the various stories that watching would be good and that having some participation by the spectators might be the culmination of an ecstatic fantasy.

Of course the plentiful supply of alcohol enlivened the discussions at this get together. It was, as had been most of the others, quite impromptu. A couple of the girls had been talking together and, with the aid of a few text messages, those of us that could, congregated. Jenny, Caroline, and Freddie were there to tell their stories. Stories which made others squirm and rub themselves rather publicly. By this time, however, we had become sufficiently chummy that this was allowable.

Cheryl who had been quiet, but who had looked for a while as though she had something to say suddenly blurted out, "We're thinking about trying something new. Well, new for us, anyway. Maybe some of you have tried it and could give me some pointers."

Instantly all attention was focused on Cheryl. I couldn't think of what she might be alluding to so I prodded her. "Go on," I said. "Don't keep us in suspense."

"I was emailing a good friend. I made some roundabout comments about our situation here. Well, one thing led to another and I think I told her more than I had intended to."

At this point Cheryl was interrupted by a chorus of complaints about telling someone outside our group what was going on. She tried to lay them aside by reassuring everyone that at no time was she that specific. None of the girls were satisfied, but they did allow her to continue.

"I couched it in terms of Paul and me trying out new things and wanting to be inventive. My girl friend took right off on that idea. She began to tell me all sorts of things she and her husband did. If fact, she told me about things they did with other couples as well."

It was dead quiet.

"She even gave me some websites and her logins so I could see the kinds of things she was talking about. After we had been talking like this for a couple of days, she finally relented after I pushed her pretty hard and gave me a login to their personal website. Wow," Cheryl exclaimed, "I saw more of her and her husband than I had ever expected to see!"

"Don't keep us hanging," Barb demanded. She had moved so she was actually sitting on the edge of her chair.

"Turns out they're 'swingers'. I don't know if that's what you call it today, but they trade partners at parties. The 'parties' sounded more like orgies. But the more interesting part of what they do is the bondage. They use whips and things like that. I'll have to send everyone links to all those websites so you can see for yourselves. Its really hot. I don't know if I want someone to tie me up and . . . ." her voice trailed off. "Maybe I do . . . ." She stared off into space for a few seconds. Her hand had found its way under her short tennis skirt.

When she picked up her train of thought she went on, "The best part is that her husband and Paul are pretty good friends. So they're coming up here to party with us!" She blurted out this last sentence. It seemed to be all one word.

We all gasped. There were a couple of cheers. "So you're going to get to learn about bondage first hand as well as have a chance to get fucked by another man in front of his wife and your husband! Wow!" I hadn't been delicate in the way I put it. It just came out that way.

Cheryl sat with a self-possessed smile nodding. She held her wine glass out for a refill. Barb grabbed a bottle. "Say when," she said.

"Fill it to the top," Cheryl replied.

"When will this happen," I asked.

"We haven't set a date, yet," Cheryl had a Cheshire Cat smile. "I can't wait," she let her eyes get big. "In his pictures he's got a really good looking prick; not too big, but certainly not small." Her hips, hand attached, twitched. We all laughed.

"You'll have to give us your laptop so we can watch on your video cameras," I suggested thinking of the fun we had with Jerry.

"If we get a video, everyone there will have to be aware it's being made. They are much too clever about electronics to risk trying to hide the fact that we have cameras. But, who knows maybe they'd like a video. I think I'd like to have one," she stared off into space with a wistful smile before she continued. "Well, if we do get to record everything, we can share it at one of these get-togethers. I think you'll like looking at Ron naked. He's good to look at." Another Chessie smile, the words a bit slurred.

"OK," I said, speaking for everybody. "What else can you tell us about the websites?"

"Get me a computer and I'll see if I can remember some websites and logins," Cheryl responded mischievously.

May, whose house we were in jumped up and left the room. "Back in a flash," she called over her shoulder.

She returned several minutes later with a laptop. "Jerry showed me how to hook it up to the TV," she said excitedly plugging in several cables to the laptop. She turned on the remote and made several adjustments. The blue Windows page filled the TV screen. She selected Internet Explorer and, as it loaded, said, "OK, now where to?"

Cheryl stumbled through compiling a website name from her alcohol soaked recollections. Logins proved to be even more of a problem, but in the end she was able to find two that fit our needs.

Both showed people, both men and women, in various positions of restraint, their genitals made available for whatever fiendish purpose their tormentor wanted to pursue. For myself, I was marginally aware of what bondage was all about, but these websites really opened my eyes.

"Has your husband ever spanked you," Caroline asked to no one in particular. 

Freddie responded, "I think it would really piss me off if he did something like that."

It was quiet for a moment, then Caroline said as though thinking out loud, "To have a big strong guy grab me . . . , maybe strip me naked . . . , then throw me across his knee . . . . I think I can feel my pussy rubbing on his leg as he swatted my behind. I don't know. Might be interesting, especially if he was naked . . . , and hard."

She was staring out back toward the golf course as she spoke. She didn't see Freddie and me sneak up behind her, though the rest did. Freddie grabbed her by the arms and pulled them behind her. I pulled her panties out from under her tennis skirt. 

She squealed, of course, and tried to get away, but now everybody piled on. We didn't want to spoil any of her clothes so we had to hold her tightly while her buttons were unbuttoned and her blouse removed even as she flailed about, giggling. Freddie held her around the waist. I pushed her bra over her head and off. We turned her lose with only her skirt and sandals still on.

"Take your skirt off," Freddie said in a threatening voice.

She took it off and stood naked, her eyes alight. "Now what," she asked.

I sat in the middle of the couch. "Now submit to your punishment," Freddie intoned.

"You have to be naked." Caroline stood at my knees and looked at me. "If you're going to punish me, you have to be naked."

It had never occurred to me. I started to decline, but I was out voted. I stood and before I could decide what should come off first, several of the others began removing my clothing for me. It was strange to have three people pulling at your clothing, stripping you naked.

When my shirt passed over my head, I wanted to hang on to it, but as I grabbed for it, someone opened my bra catch and I was naked from the waist up.

I put my hands up to either retrieve my bra or cover my breasts, I'm not sure which only to have someone pull my panties off, just as I had done to Caroline. I gave up and unbuttoned my skirt letting it drop. Now I was naked as well.

Only Caroline and I were naked. The rest looked on. The room had quieted.

Caroline said to me, "Sit."

I sat and looked up at her. It was strange to see her naked standing over me. Her slit was just at the level of my forehead and less than a foot away. In what little fur she hadn't shaved were several droplets. I could smell sex. When I looked up beyond the juncture of her legs, past her flat belly, I could see her breasts, nipples erect. Funny how different they look, looking up at them and seeing them from the underside. Though her nipples pointed straight away, her breasts bulged slightly underneath. They caused a shadow on her chest. She was breathing more deeply than she had been. She was ready to be punished. 

As she began to find her way positioning her body across my legs, it could have been for giggles, but no one said anything. Her face was quite serious, though not morose. She lay across me making sure to position her pussy so it was in contact with my leg. I felt her wetness. It was a strange feeling to have a naked woman across my lap. 

I spread my legs, though it was more like they did it themselves. It seemed like I automatically opened myself to her. My knee came in contact with her breast sending a thrill down my body. I wanted to explore the other breast, but dared not.

For a moment as she lay across me all I could do was to feel her nakedness and see her body draped across my legs. He firm round butt was raised as though forming a target. Sucking in my breath, I swatted her butt. 

"Harder." It came as a chorus from the onlookers. Even Caroline wanted it harder, but I didn't know how hard to hit her. I tried again. A slight reddening occurred. Again, "Harder."

I tried once more, even harder. "That's better. A little harder yet." It was Caroline directing me now.

I really hit harder the next time. She bounced against my leg. A red spot occurred almost instantly. "Yes," Caroline breathed beginning to squirm. "Hurry."

I struck again, even harder. She bounced. I felt the motion of her breast against my knee. Freddie knelt along side us on the floor, sliding a finger inside Caroline as she knelt. Caroline's body went stiff momentarily, then she arched her back as she rubbed harder against my knee. I couldn't see Freddie's finger, but it felt like she was sliding her in and out.

"Yes, yes, yes. More. Hit me again." Caroline was squirming violently. I began a full spanking now, not waiting for a critique of each blow.

Caroline squirmed, Freddie finger fucked her, and I kept spanking. Caroline groans and whimpers grew louder as she built to a climax. When it came, it was with a scream followed by gasping and whimpering. I had to hold her tightly just he keep her on my lap.

Freddie brought her to another with her fingers inside her and on her clit. I took a nipple between my thumb and finger pinching and rolling it.

She had made quite a mess on my leg before she was finished. With her quiet I let her roll to the carpet where she lay recovering.

Suddenly I was aware of someone standing by my leg. I turned my head to see a pair of legs capped by a bald pussy. Startled I looked up. May was standing naked looking at me.

"Can I be next," she asked.

Before I could answer a male voice said, "You sure can." Terrified we all jumped and looked toward the kitchen door where we saw Jerry smiling.

"How long have you been there," his wife asked, afraid of the answer.

"Long enough to see that wonderful climax you gave Caroline," he said. He was rubbing his obviously hard cock. "And, since you want to be next, who's better than your husband to administer the spanking?"

"Uh . . . ," was all that came from May.

Without being asked he was unbuckling. His pants fell. He continued by pulling his shirt off and kicking off his shoes. Before we could agree or disagree about his participation, he stood naked. God he was good looking, and hard. Really hard. 

I sucked in my breath as he came toward me as I sat on the couch. May was standing open mouthed as he took her by the shoulders. "So you want to be spanked," he said with what might have been malevolence. I stared as he took a nipple in his mouth. From the look on her face, I think he must have nibbled or bit it.

"Don't get up. Just move over," he said to me. I wanted to get up, but instead I moved to the end of the couch. He sat bringing May with him as though she was weightless. He positioned her as I had Caroline. 

Jerry sat with his hip against mine, warm and firm. May's head rested in my lap. My naked lap. I was so hot.

Jerry spread her cheeks. "Find me something to stick in here," he said. There was no need for him to be more specific. 

"Jerry, no," May squirmed at the thought. "No," she said again as if saying it twice would change his mind. Jerry said nothing.

Vaseline and a slender vibrator were handed him. He began to work the lubricant around the outside of her wrinkled entry. May twitched and squirmed, but said nothing as his touch overrode her qualms. When he finished, he lubricated the vibrator and handed it to Freddie who had taken up her station again. 

She turned it on and as she approached May's heavily lubricated entrance, Jerry's finger entered May's pussy. Another must have found her clit because her squirming became extreme.

"Jerry," she called out. "My god Jerry. Oh god!" I saw the vibrator disappear almost completely inside May. 

Jerry somehow got Freddie to take over his fingering and I heard a loud slap as Jerry's hand came down on May's butt. That pretty round, white butt was now pink and with a second blow, red. A third blow turned it scarlet. May was beside herself yelping and whimpering. She bounced violently on Jerry's lap. Over and over I heard "Oh god, oh god." Tears fell onto my thighs.

She continued to bounce and twist as the two of them worked her sensitive areas with an astounding precision. I took my cue from them and pressed May's head against my groin as I took hold of the nearer nipple. The three of us worked her over for several minutes until, like Caroline, a massive screaming climax followed by several smaller ones slowed, then stopped us.

Her butt flamed. She suddenly twisted and jerked upright mindless of the vibrator still stuck in her ass. She grabbed her husband around the neck. Mouths open they shared the most sensuous and violent kiss I've ever witnessed.

With characteristic presence of mind Freddie extracted the vibrator just before they fell onto the floor. In an agony of sexual need May braced her legs on Jerry's shoulders while pulling him toward her. Once again we became witnesses to their intense passion as he drove into her.

I felt as though I should look away, but I couldn't. The sight of Jerry's firm butt driving his cock into his wife over and over was too much to be ignored. Everyone watched. There wasn't a dry pussy in the place, I thought. Then asked myself how I could come up with something so corny at a time like this.

My next thought was to wonder if it would be possible to have him do me when he finished with his wife. I let that pass and, pushing my butt to the edge of the couch, spread my legs wide. In this position I finished myself off not caring who was watching.



An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 15



Chapter 15

Mind if We Video You While You're Tied Up



"Uh, what," Ron listened incredulously. The phone conversation was a lengthy one. First Cheryl had spoken at length with Patti. She was non-committal. Cheryl had expected more enthusiasm and was disappointed. Maybe it wouldn't happen. 

Paul took the phone from her and talked to Ron. His description of the genesis of the sales meetings and how they had developed was seeming to hold some interest for Ron. "In essence," Ron summarized, "you want to make a porn flick." He paused, "I never thought of myself as a porn star." He paused again, "You know once these videos are made, they develop a life of their own. There's virtually no way to prevent them from being seen by everyone and anyone." He paused again. 

Paul broke in to his thoughts. "I think we can do it so that there is only one copy. I can also take the video we make and produce an edited copy in which none of us are identifiable." He had extensive video experience. In the next thirty minutes he described in great detail how the video would be shot and edited to make it virtually impossible to identify the players.

Ron listened. When Paul stopped, he said, "I'll call you back. Patti and I will talk about it and do some checking on our own. In all honesty I like the idea, but I don't want anything like this to come back and bite my butt."

"OK," Paul said. "Couple of days enough? There's no great hurry, but I know that Cheryl has the hots for you and I wouldn't want her to have to wait too long."

Ron agreed. "I have that effect on women," he retorted wryly. "In reality though, we'll both have to keep a firm grip on our wives. Patti let it be known that she might just attack you when we walk through the door."

They chuckled and promised to talk before the end of the week.

When Paul and Cheryl hung up, they were somewhat optimistic. Patti and Ron had said they were intrigued, but there were some large hills to be climbed before an agreement could be reached. Paul said he'd think more about how to avoid identification of the participants while they waited for a response from Ron and Patti.

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Their was no response by the end of the week. A pall of disappointment hung over the household that weekend. Sunday afternoon Paul's cell chimed his Alma Mater's fight song. "It's Ron," he said to Cheryl even before he answered. "Hope it's good news." Cheryl crossed her fingers high over her head. He pressed the button to answer the call. Two hours later the guys had a deal. Cheryl listened intently as Paul described the deal. It was as bold as it was intricate.

Cheryl nodded for much of the half hour it took to explain the deal to her. She would do her best, she said. With his help, and a couple of the other salesmen, she was pretty sure she could make it happen.

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She created a short list: Freddie, Georgeanne, May, Barb. For guys, Paul would like to do it. She knew Jerry would be game. Georgeanne said Bob would help. Who else? For long minutes she puzzled over the decision. Ah, she said to herself finally, I know the perfect fourth. She picked up the phone and started the ball rolling.

She knew she could order most, if not all, the necessary items off the web. By Sunday evening it was coming together. The items she needed were, in fact available from various websites. Expedited shipping would have everything delivered by Wednesday. With a day or so to be sure that she was ready, Saturday would be the day that things would happen to complete the first part of the agreed solution to the problem.

Tuesday and Wednesday the materials arrived. Paul helped her organize and assemble her purchases. By Thursday afternoon they realized that putting off their plans until Saturday had been prudent. It would be late Saturday before they were totally ready.

May and Jerry were the first to arrive. Freddie came by herself as did Barb. Geogeanne and Bob arrived on the heels of the others. She hadn't told any of them exactly what she had in mind. Now as their curiosity pleaded for satisfaction, she instead provided a drink and snacks. They sat on the pool deck and watched the sun set. Everyone was on edge, but being good sports, they realized that Cheryl had something in mind and they would play along until she decided it was time for them to learn what the evening held for them.

They were working on their third drink when Cheryl said, "I really appreciate you being here tonight especially since I haven't told you why I wanted you to come over. Right now I just want you to know that what we're going to do tonight is going to be a lot of fun, and it will assure us of more fun in the future.

"Barb, to get things started I need you to stand up." Barb stood a bit warily and looked at Cheryl.

"Now what," she asked.

"You're my volunteer. I'm going to blindfold you," Cheryl said as she maneuvered herself behind Barb, blindfold in hand.

Barb stood still while she was blindfolded. Cheryl took her by the arm and led her around the pool deck frequently changing directions. She stopped in an open area. "You're not where you're in any danger of falling into the pool," she assured her. "Just stand there for a second."

She pointed at Bob, Jerry, and Paul. She crooked her finger calling them to her. A finger over her lips told them to be quiet. She turned them to face the still seated girls. Moving around behind them she started with Paul. She removed his golf shirt and set it aside. She did the same for the other two.

She began again with Paul and removed the remainder of his clothes. Bob and Jerry watched. Their expressions made it clear that they were looking forward to whatever might be coming next.

Cheryl made no effort at an erotic strip of the men, but she did insist on taking personal charge of removing their clothes. She also took time to do a thorough tactile exam of their various "packages" leaving each of them well on the way to a significant hard on.

She took a narrow roll of carpet from a corner near the door to the house and unrolled it in front of the men. Perhaps a remnant, but still new, it's true red color and soft, deep pile couldn't have been more appropriate. It's purpose could not have been more obvious.

"What's taking so long," Barb asked. "I can hear something and I'm pretty sure that whatever you're doing is going to involve me."

With the men naked Cheryl went to Barb. "OK," she said, "we're finally ready." She led Barb to a position just in front of the men.

"In front of you are Bob, Paul, and Jerry, not necessarily in that order. They have no clothes on."  Barb giggled. "Oh, boy," she said, "can I take the blindfold off?"

"You are our first slave of the evening and must do as your told," Cheryl said as sternly as she could muster, "or else."

"I think I might like the 'or else', too," Barb said unable to control her giggle.

"First," Cheryl said, "I am going to remove your shirt. Hold your arms up." Barb was wearing a tube top. She started to put her arms up, but thinking better of it, jerked her hands down.

"What am I getting into," she asked. "I don't have a bra on." The men grinned widely. Jerry's cock seemed to swell in anticipation.

"None of us here will mind," Cheryl said mildly. "I think the guys will rather appreciate it." A smirk was plastered on her face now. Slowly, clearly without conviction, Barb raised her arms. Her face showed a mixture of consternation and curiosity.  

Standing blindfolded facing the naked men and in profile to the women still seated nursing their drinks, she extended her arms over her head. The evening was now well underway. Cheryl took the tube top at the hem pulling it up and over Barb's head being careful not to dislodge the blindfold. 

The swelling of the cocks was now universal. The heady fragrance of sex wafted throughout the pool deck.

"Now slip your shorts off."

"Oh, my," Barb said breathing hard. Nonetheless she hesitated only a moment before saying, "Here goes." She unsnapped her shorts and, while Cheryl steadied her, she bent, pulled them down, and stepped out. Cheryl took them and set them aside.

Standing in only her panties, unable to see, Barb felt small thrills run up her body. Her pussy reacted as well, creating a small, dark, damp spot on her pink panties.

"Do you want to guess what's next," Cheryl asked humorously.

Without saying a word, Barb took a breath and hooked her thumbs in her panties. "Anybody here beside just us chickens," she asked nervously.

"Just us," Cheryl assured her. "Although the men haven't had the pleasure of seeing you au natural."

Cheryl steadied her again. Barb let out a nervous giggle as she bent to step out of her panties. 

The silence was palpable as she stood, revealing herself. The three men sucked in their breath seeing her fully nude. One of them, they realized would soon be pleasured by this beautiful woman.

"OK, now the next step is your arms." Cheryl took Barb's hands by the wrists and pulled them behind her back. Barb did not resist until she felt the Velcro straps which would bind them together.

She emitted a surprised, "Oh!" A tiny droplet fell to the concrete where she stood.. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing. Her hard nipples gave further evidence to her arousal.

She was further surprised when a leather mask was fitted over her head. It had holes for her eyes, nose and mouth. There were small holes at the ears allowing her to hear, but sounds now came to her with a tunnel effect. Cheryl tied the black leather hood in place. Barb's expression was no longer visible. A rosy pink blush covered her aroused body.

Immediately Cheryl slipped a gag in Barb's mouth startling her into stepping backwards onto Cheryl's foot. "Ouch," Cheryl cried. "Be careful slave, I might have to punish you."

Barb tried to respond, but the gag didn't permit it. Cheryl stepped in front of Barb to admire her handy work. The gag held Barb's mouth open in a yawning 'O'. The O was just about the right size for the cocks she faced.

Cheryl took hold of Barb at the elbow and moved her forward until she stood on the red rug. Her bare feet kneaded the soft rug. She made a soft, pleasant sound. She became keenly aware of the warmth and musky aroma emanating from the aroused men standing inches from her. "Kneel, slave," Cheryl ordered and steadied Barb as she knelt on the red rug at the feet of the naked men. Now Cheryl began another task she had been looking forward to. She grasped Jerry's cock and pulled him toward Barb inserting his cock through the hole in the gag. Barb uttered a pleasant sound as the tip of the cock met her tongue.

"You will select one of the three cocks and suck him until he cums. Then you will be released. There was another pleasant utterance from Barb as she began to explore the cock currently in her mouth. She felt the tip and opened the slit slightly with her tongue. 

"Next," Cheryl said. "Move to your right." Barb uttered a constricted, but obviously sad sound, as she moved. Cheryl maneuvered Bob's cock into Barb's mouth through the hole in the gag. More pleasant sounds from Barb as she explored this cock.

"Here's the third and last. After you have a chance to check it out, hold up one, two, or three fingers to let me know which of the three you want to have cum in your mouth." She winked at Paul as she slid his cock through the hole. Whatever it was about Paul's cock, Barb held up three fingers almost immediately and began to suck in earnest.

Paul suppressed a groan as Barb's tongue ran along his shaft and flicked his tip. She moved her head forward and back rubbing the soft sides of the O along his shaft. While her tongue played with his tip, she used her forehead to rub against his groin. He placed his hands behind her head and began to fuck her face in earnest. 

His cock almost filled her mouth. She could feel it in her pussy as though he was actually inside. With her tongue she explored the shaft spending more time at each spot where it showed specially pleasurable reactions. Each trip along the shaft ended with small butterfly flicks at its very tip.

It ended too soon. In no more that five minutes the intense stimulation had him filling her mouth with his warm cum. She put her tongue against his slit so she could feel the cum as it gushed out. Some she swallowed, but the gag made swallowing difficult and much ran out the corners of her mouth.

Cheryl carefully pulled the blindfold out from under the hood and Barb found herself staring into Paul's groin his cock still in her mouth. She uttered more sounds of pleasure and licked his cock clean.

Cheryl released her pulling off the hood and removing the Velcro strap from her hands. Using a sauterne Cheryl offered, Barb rinsed her mouth. Jerry and Bob stood by obviously ready to have their turns.

"Let me show you something," Cheryl told the group and brought out her phone. Opening an app she held it up as they watched Barb in BDSM garb give Paul a blow job.

"This is part of the deal. Ron wanted to see us in our 'natural' habitat and have a few videos of us so he could be more comfortable that we are all on the same page about having videos. How about it, Barb," you OK with this? As you can see, you can't be identified."

"Sure," she said looking bug eyed at the sight of herself giving Paul a blow job. "It's not a bad price for what's to come. Just be sure these don't get out."

"OK, we're good to go," Cheryl said cheerfully. "May, you're next."

"Oh," said May, "you mean we're all going to do something and get videoed?"

"Yup," Cheryl said. "Stand up."

"Stand up and get naked," May asked hopefully.

"Almost. I think that Bob should be the one getting you naked."

May went to Bob. "You want to take my clothes off right here in front of my husband."

"I sure do," he said unbuttoning the first of the three buttons standing between him and her bra. They opened quickly. He pushed the sleeveless blouse off her shoulders and pulled it from her shorts. She shrugged it from her arms. He chose her shorts next. They were quickly dispatched and lay on the deck with her blouse. 

Wanting to savor her body for a moment, he pulled her to him his hard cock rubbing against her belly. Leaning her back slightly he pushed her bra up and off her breasts. He felt her breasts and stroked her nipples as they both moaned. He released the catch letting the bra join her other clothing. 

He knelt putting his face at her crotch and pulled her panties until they revealed her cleanly shaven pussy. Holding her hips at his face he softly ran his tongue the length of her pussy then pulled her panties off. She wriggled in his grasp as he returned to using his tongue on her pussy. As he was about to open her further to his tongue, Cheryl stopped him.

"Time's up," she said pulling a reluctant Bob up. "To the living room."

"Nice pussy," Bob commented to Jerry who walked beside him. 

"It sure is," Jerry agreed. "She is a really good lay, too. You suppose I get to play with Georgeanne's tits next?"

"Don't leave without it," Bob replied, smiling. The thought of watching Georgeanne being stripped and fucked in addition to what he'd just been through almost made him cum right there.

"What's this," May was looking wide-eyed at a virtual Disney World of BDSM furniture Cheryl had purchased. Cheryl did not respond. Instead she pushed the naked May's head and hands into a stock and lowered the top imprisoning her. 

"You are now just like a pilgrim," she said to May.

"Oh, my god," said May. "Don't leave me here too long without fucking me." She twitched her ass. "Bob, Jerry, somebody fuck me." She continued to twitch.

"I think I'll lick you while Bob does the fucking," Jerry said arranging himself under his wife. He reached up and opened the lips of her pussy. His tongue was soon as work.

Bob slid his cock deep in her pussy without further comment. "Get me some Vaseline," he told Cheryl. Fully prepared, Cheryl handed a small package to him almost immediately. 

As he stroked her pussy with his cock he applied generous amounts of Vaseline to her other entrance. He pulled out of her pussy and found that Georgeanne stood at his side. She took his cock and guided it to May's secondary entrance. At the same time Jerry inserted two fingers to replace Bob's cock while he continued to focus his tongue on her clit.

Bob's cock, aided by Georgeanne, made its way deep inside May who was now beginning to go beyond moans to louder sounds of pleasure. Paul, not to be left out found May's nipples and began to alternate between tweaking and pinching to sucking and licking. 

Soon she was screaming. Her hips moved uncontrollably and unpredictably. Her juices gushed down her legs as climax after climax swept through her. 

Georgeanne stood with Bob her hand massaging his balls as she watched his cock penetrate the helpless May. She watched as May became uncontrolled in her passion. She dipped a finger in the Vasoline and forced it deep inside Bob feeling as she did his cum spurt into May. She watched as he fell over May's back still stroking into her ass. She rubbed her breasts against him and rubbed herself on his leg finally bringing herself to a small climax.



An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 16



Chapter 16
Is Bondage Supposed to Hurt

They released May. Immediately she collapsed on the floor. Breathing hard, eyes unfocused she said, "Feel free to fuck me again," to no one in particular. She closed her eyes and spread her legs widely to emphasize her availability.

Jerry knelt between her legs and accommodated her. Hardly had he begun providing the satisfaction she demanded than Georgeanne exclaimed gleefully, "Is this what I think it is?" It was an A frame hanging with straps that seemed to create a set of slings. It appeared that it could be used a number of different ways.

"Not knowing exactly what you think it is, let me just explain," Cheryl said. "It isn't really bondage and you certainly don't get hurt using it. You just get situated in these straps and all your important orifices are available to anyone who's interested. You can control your height and you can even bounce a little encouraging a hard cock to slide in and out." With her clothes on she demonstrated by sitting on the straps and moving about.

Georgeanne lost no time in stripping. Completely naked she said, "OK, let me up there." She and Cheryl hurriedly changed places, with both women giggling. Georgeanne was quite agile and in a moment had learned how each of the straps worked. In minutes she had learned what she felt she needed to know and, from a sitting position she said, "Come on boys, I'm ready."

"Actually you're not," said Cheryl coming up to her with a helmet which she fitted over Georgeanne's head. It completely blocked any light and most sound. Catching one wrist she secured it above Georgeanne's head. Moving to the other side she secured the other wrist. Not stopping, in less than a minute she had Georgeanne strapped helplessly into the device arms over her head and ankles bound to vertical straps. She could see nothing and hear little. She did know, however, that her entry points of interest were fully available to anyone.

Someone touched her butt. She shivered at the light touch. The touch came again on her nipple. Someone was randomly touching her body. Each touch was light, but it's unexpectedness made her thrill. Shivers ran throughout her. She swung slowly in no particular direction. She tried to relax and let her phantom lover use her. 

Another touch on her nipple. This time the light finger circled her nipple and the tip of her breast. She felt as though it was applying something, something cool. It stopped. Changes in the movement of air around her made her think her lover had moved. The touch came on the other nipple. As it did, the first warmed. A vague fragrance wafted through her mask.

The finger was working on the other breast. Cool at first, it warmed as the first had. The fragrance was stronger now. Both breasts tingled. It made her pussy respond.

With two hands now her lover massaged and oiled her breasts. Each stroke ended with a light touch on her nipples that sent a jolt of ecstasy through her.

The touches ceased. No one came to minister to her. Her body was warm with the oil; her nipples almost hot. She waited. She was in confusion as the need for sex welled up in her pussy. She wanted to call her lover back. She tried to move, to twist, to get something in her pussy to satisfy her.

Another touch. She jumped. It had come where least expected. She was trussed with her legs spread wide apart. She knew anyone could use her however they chose. Now her lover was applying this warming oil where it would relax her muscles to allow easy entrance. She began to warm where the finger circled.

With no sight or much sound she was forced to focus on the warming on the little hole the finger lightly oiled. The lover kept circling with a finger. More oil, more ointment, a delicious fragrance. She relaxed and committed herself to her lover. The thought that this was being videoed sent another thrill through her. She'd be able to watch it.

Something cool and hard pushing at her entrance. Her lover was pushing it. Not hard, but insistently. She relaxed to give it passage. It entered a very little. She relaxed and focused on the pleasure. It went in further. The oil lubricated and warmed the way. Further it went. Bob had never been this gentle, this patient. Further yet. She held her breath as it entered further. It was almost too far. It was filling her. She held it tightly afraid it would slide out. 

She felt a belt being fitted around her waist. Straps were fed from behind around her groin and up to the belt. The belt and straps held the intruder firmly in place, but did not bar entrance to her pussy. She relaxed as it began a low vibration.

Now her lover was gone again.

She almost panicked. She needed something hard in her pussy. The sounds she made were only low groans.

Something at her pussy. A tongue? A finger? It touched her clit. She let out an involuntary cry. She tried to snap her legs together. They were strapped tight holding her open. It was a tongue. It entered her, it's touch was driving her crazy. It found her clit. A climax tore through her as the lips clamped the clit while the tongue circled it. She felt the tears on her cheeks. Her hips thrashed about in the sling.

The tongue left and she felt another presence between her legs. A cock slid inside. Finally! Long and hard, it filled her. She wanted to reach out and embrace its owner, but she was powerless. It fucked her with powerful strokes. A head found a nipple. It sucked. It's tongue fluttered over it. 

She was trying to scream, to writhe. For what seemed like many minutes, first slowly, gently, then increasing in intensity and power, the cock pounded her. Dizzy with ecstasy she screamed and moaned. Then she felt the cock swell and shoot it's load deep inside her. Her own climax followed. He lay against her panting, but saying nothing. "Do it again," she pleaded. She found him most obliging.

Jerry had been engaged with May and Bob had wanted to watch. When Cheryl began strapping Georgeanne into the swing, Bob encouraged Paul quietly. "Go get her," he said to Paul. Cheryl handed Paul the necessary potions and cremes. Paul did the rest.

"With pleasure," Paul had responded. He approached Georgeanne tentatively and began working her up to the pleasure that would leave her almost senseless. 

When Paul pulled out, Bob was nearby. He released her bonds and took off her helmet. "Turn over," he whispered, "I want to see your tits hanging down and swinging while someone fucks you in the ass." She looked almost drunkenly at him and held onto him as he maneuvered her into position. He strapped her head so she would be staring at the floor. He cuffed her left wrist to left ankle, right wrist to right ankle. Her pussy dripped Paul's cum onto the floor.

Carefully he removed the still vibrating intruder. She was open. He added crème and fragrance.

Georgeanne could only see the floor. She knew that all the men were naked, but she thought she heard shoes. She thought she felt a body at her feet, but it did not touch her. She heard a whisper of clothing.  It could have been pants dropping to the floor. There were more whispers of fabric. Then she felt it. A hard cock pressed against her freshly oiled and opened entryway. It slid in as she thrilled to its hardness and insistence. His hips crushed against her butt, halted briefly as though reveling in the contact, then pulled out and started again. Over and over his cock plumbed her ass. Again she lost track of time as the insistence of the penetrating cock consumed her entire psyche. 

She could hear him breathing hard as his climax neared. He slowed and began to pinch her clit alternating pinching with a light rub. She knew she would soon go crazy if she did not climax soon. His breathing deepened. Then she felt his cock swell inside her and with one final massive push he slammed against her ass and filled her with his cum. 

There was no release for Georgeanne.

The hard cock remained inside her moving slowly as they both came down from the experience. Bob released her after her lover wilted and pulled out. As Bob helped her turn over and disentangle herself from the swing, she saw her lover and gasped. 

"Thank you," George said. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

She pulled him to where she still sat in the swing, kissed him lightly, and said, "You're welcome, but you owe me a real climax."

She hopped down and pulled him along as she said, "Let's find a bathroom and clean up." He helped her stand and the two of them headed off down the hallway on their search. Bob heard her ask, "Is your wife here?" He couldn't hear the answer.

Chapter 17

George's Wife

George and Georgeanne returned from bathroom. The others were still engaged in experimenting with the various bondage devices or had pulled on enough underwear to be comfortable sitting in the webbed chairs on the pool deck. They were blessed with a warm night so nothing else was necessary.

Naked George and Georgeanne padded into the living room where Betty Grossman sat alone, fully dressed, sipping a glass of wine. "Weren't you invited to the pool deck," Geogeanne asked surprised.

"Yes," she responded pleasantly, but I wanted to wait for you two. She stood then surprised Georgeanne again. She knelt in front of George, dipped his cock in her wine, then putting his cock in her mouth, licked it off. Standing she said, "Shall we to the pool?" She led the way. George and Georgeanne followed. Georgeanne did not see any noticeable reaction in George. Really strange, she thought. Wonder if Bob would like that.

On the pool deck, they took unoccupied chairs. Bob and Paul were in the pool with May. Someone had hand lettered a sign on a piece of discarded cardboard, "Please do not cum in the pool."

The conversation was about the evening. Ron having seen the videos they had made had been on the phone earlier telling them that they were all invited to their next bondage get together. This compliment was a matter of some pride and much discussion.

Georgeanne turned to Betty, "Your husband was really great." 

"I know," she said smiling, apparently pleased with the compliment. "I don't let him do it as much as I should. When we walked in and he saw you in that position with a vibrating butt plug, wild horses couldn't have kept him away. I didn't notice that you had much of a climax. Does he owe you one?"

"He sure does," Georgeanne replied startled at the turn this discourse had taken. Not sure what the response would be, she added, "But you can be sure I'll get him."

"Hold this, please." Betty handed her glass to Georgeanne who took it wondering what was next. Betty took the pad off an unoccupied chaise and laid it flat on the deck where it would be the center of attraction. 

She came back to Georgeanne. "Go, lie there." She pointed and Georgeanne took her place on the mat. All eyes were now on her and Betty. Grabbing a cushion Betty knelt. "Come here, George," she said just loudly enough to be heard.

He came over and stood in front of her. He knew what she wanted.

With great tenderness she took him in her mouth and worked his cock and balls until, satisfied she said, "You owe her," motioning with her head toward Georgeanne. "I want to watch while you satisfy your obligation."

George knelt between Georgeanne's spread legs. Her knees were bent. She was fully open to him. Betty knelt beside them and taking George's cock she gently guided him into Georgeanne.

She stood smiling. Looking at the pool she crooked her finger at Bob and motioned him to her. He climbed out and, finding no towel convenient, went straight toward her. She took his hand as he approached and put it on her breast. "I'm all wet," he objected.

"Good," she replied turning so she could push herself backward into his wet nakedness. They watched their spouses fuck while she and Bob explored each others bodies.

"For a long time I've wanted to investigate what lies beneath your lovely clothes," Bob breathed into her ear.

Breathing heavily she groped behind her until she found Bob's hard cock. She held it tightly. 

Leaning her head back to Bob she said softly, "I want to watch my husband bring your wife to what I hope will be a screaming climax. You are to be filling me at the same time. Get another chaise pad for me to kneel on so I can watch."

Bob quickly found another pad. Keeping her eyes on George and Georgeanne she opened her arms and pushed her ass against Bob who was once again behind her where he could watch as well. "Fuck me," she whispered quietly as the intensity of the scene before her drew everyone's attention. Twisting suddenly toward Bob she continued, "I'm going to kneel so I can watch and even smell them. You can use either entrance, or, even better, you can use them both. Think you can cum twice, big boy?"

Her casual attire was no challenge to Bob. Her top was followed closely by her bra. She kicked off her sandals as Bob almost tackled her as he dragged her shorts and panties in one motion to the pool deck. Naked she dropped to the mat. She needed no foreplay. The evening had been all foreplay. Bob knelt behind her. Her gasp as Bob entered her gave George a moment's pause as he noticed the spectators kneeling alongside him. He smiled and continued.

Georgeanne's eyes were closed as George brought her back to the ecstasy she had felt in the swing. Her mouth was open as she panted, tears were forming. She circled George with her legs forcing him deeper and deeper into her.

The others gathered to watch the couples' passion. The videos would provide many a cold evening's entertainment.

Bob was deep inside Betty when Georgeanne's screams and moans signaled a massive climax triggering climaxes in both Betty and Bob.

Quickly the partners traded. Bob slid inside Georgeanne and lay with her as she calmed. George took Betty and sucked at her breasts as she held his head tightly against them.

Somewhere in the distance a phone sounded. It was ignored and went to voice mail. A chime signaled a waiting voice mail. It was ignored.

The party was winding down. Videos of the activities were played on the HDTV overlooking the pool deck. Spouses sat together. Everyone was at least half naked, but sex had played out. Now it was beer, wine and gossip.

The phone sounded again. It had rung repeatedly. Those paying any attention had lost count of how many times it had rung.

George moved his wife from his lap. She had had her head against his shoulder. He had been fondling her breasts as the gossiping continued around them. "I guess that's my phone. Someone is pretty anxious to have the call answered."

Betty now sat by herself in the chair she and George had shared, deep in gossip with May and Cheryl. 

It was sometime before George reappeared. Paul was with him. Somewhat out of character for the evening, they had both put on their clothes.

"Guys," George called out as he strode across the pool deck to a central position, "and gals," he added as a clear afterthought.

Everyone there was used to George being the leader, the authority figure so the friendly cacophony of chatter died to silence and attention.

"Interesting phone call," he began. "As you know, the economy has dramatically improved since we started on our unorthodox sales contest." There were murmurs of assent. Then silence and attention.

"I'd like to congratulate our excellent sales force for their response to all of it. As a direct result the company is in the best financial condition it has ever been in." The silence was broken by general cheers, applause, and whistles.

"Not only are we in great financial shape, but our founder has decided that is time for him to retire. I knew he wanted to consider retiring, but I didn't know when or under what circumstances." More quiet murmurs greeted this announcement. Clearly there was surprise in the tone.

"The phone call I so belatedly took was confirming not just his retirement, but also disposition of the company." The murmurs turned to something best characterized as "Oh, shit, do we still have jobs?"

"I know this sounds ominous, but let me assure you it's not. The company has been sold to a Ron Somebody-or-other. I didn't get his last name, but it doesn't make any difference. This Ron guy has just been studying the company apparently. In fact he just learned about it not more that a week or so ago, according to the owner. Called up and negotiated a deal. Said he had some investors. I can't tell you who the investors are, but you may find soon that you know some of them." He shot Paul a knowing look.

"Management will be kept on pretty much as is. You will all keep your jobs. But the sales contests will roll back to being more orthodox." A loud groan.

"One more thing which I wouldn't have believed some months ago, but it is rumored that this guy is into some – and you didn't hear me say this – some pretty kinky sex. Apparently he's into bondage. He'll be moving in here. He'll build a house on the course and just be one of us. So maybe this won't be the last of these parties.  I have no idea if all of us will be forced to participate, but I suppose if it was the only way to keep my job . . . ." He looked around thoughtfully.

The pool deck erupted in cheers. Breasts bounced evocatively with the exuberance.

"Does there happen to be a bottle or two of champagne around," someone called out.



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An Unorthodox Sales Contest Ch. 01-02



"Thank you, Freddy. You were really a good sport," George said to Freddy even as he was again feeling her breasts.

He had dressed. His wife stood just behind him not looking at the naked, supine Freddy whose legs were splayed. Cum oozed from her. Freddy reached up taking George by the tie and pulled his head to her lips. I was still kneeling alongside her and clearly heard her quietly say, "Suppose your wife would like a three-some, or maybe just you and me sometime?"

"I'll get back to you on that," he replied keeping his voice low as well.

"Why don't you get that cock out and do it just once more?" she offered.

"My wife is expecting it tonight so I need to save something for her," he said in the same low voice and pulled himself up.

"That's all for tonight. We'll see everyone at the next sales meeting," he announced and gathering his wife, walked out.

I followed Freddy to the ladies room and helped her clean up and get dressed. We were met outside the ladies room door by our husbands who were now themselves dressed. Sal started to say something but Freddy hushed him, pulled him to her, and kissed him fervently. "You will be the crème de la crème tonight," she said with a wink. "Just hope I'm not too sore tomorrow."

I turned to Bob and said, "Come on. We've got to get home quickly or do it right here."

Even after doing Freddy, he was ready for more. He took my arm and rushed me to the door.

Once home, he stopped as we entered the front door and almost tore the clothes from my body. I reciprocated, knelt and took his cock in my mouth. It was all the more exciting because it tasted of another woman.

There, in the entryway, and twice more in bed left us exhausted and asleep.