8 comments/ 25974 views/ 19 favorites Royal Flush of Desire By: Brandybeebee Mr Slevin was a powerful man and always got what he wanted. He owned his own company. He had seen Luke's wife at a work's party and knew immediately that he wanted her. She was tall, slim and athletic with rounded breasts and hips. She had beautiful long hair and long legs that looked great in her heels. Just the kind of figure that aroused him. He wondered what she would sound like when he pinned her down and took her. She fuelled his fantasies at night as he fucked his own wife and he knew he would bide his time. He would have her. About four weeks later, he had the opportunity. Luke worked for him on the factory floor and Mr Slevin had organised a Poker night. Three had accepted his personal invite to attend his business penthouse. Paul and John were his right hand men and supervisors in his giant pet product business. Both were single men. Luke had also accepted and felt quite honoured mixing with such company. Mr Slevin's wife was away for the weekend visiting family and this was the perfect time to set his plan in to action. He ordered booze and finger foods and now all he needed was a hostess for the night. Someone who would look after the needs of his guests and his of course. He smiled wickedly. He knew just the person, Candy... Candice was a young single mother, in her early twenties and worked in one of his outlet shops. She was massively in debt after the father of her child had heavily spent on credit cards in her name and left her in the lurch. Her partner had decided fatherhood did not suit him after all. Mr Slevin smiled remembering the encounter. The manager of the shop had already told him she was coming for an interview and presented him with her Carte Viste or CV. He had looked at it and noted her employment history and picture. She was certainly qualified to take up such a position. He was, however, intrigued by her photograph and her story and was never one to miss an opportunity of being with an attractive woman. He told the manager he would interview her alone and for him to mind the shop. She had arrived on time and was dressed neatly but cheaply in a business suit. She was shown to his private office. She had answered all his questions and had been quite open about the need for this job and the worry of finding herself homeless if she wasn't employed soon. She had subtly flirted with him and he wondered how far she was willing to go to secure long term employment. He told her, he had others to interview and saw her fight the tears welling in her eyes. She was desperate. He asked, "Candice, how much do you want this job?" She replied, "Mr Slevin, I need to work, I need to bring money in to pay off the bills coming in. I'll do anything. I have had so many rejections these last weeks." "What would you be willing to do, if I employed you and gave you an advance?" Her eyes lit up at the carrot he dangled in front of her. "For instance," he continued casually, "Would you be willing to sleep with me?" Her mouth dropped open as she digested the question, knowing that her answer could swing the balance in her favour. She looked at him and noted that although he was older than her, he was a very attractive and rich man. She thought of her and her son on the streets. It did not bear thinking of. She blushed and nodded. "Would you be willing to sleep with guests of mine?" Mr Slevin's eyes narrowed in on her face waiting for her answer. Could she? She wondered and again felt the desolation of her predicament. Anything was better than that. "Yes," she answered softly. "You do realise, I will use you for sex, whenever I need you." Mr Slevin clarified with her. Candice blushed again but was surprised to find Mr Slevin's words actually excited her. She felt her tummy flip and her pussy suddenly flood with warmth. She realised, he was turning her on by his candour about sex. She had heard of such things. Once her ex-boyfriend had called her a sex toy and told her she had a submissive nature. To show her, he had ordered her about and it had been one of the best sex nights of her young life. She had fallen pregnant not long after that and he had lost interest in her. She had often replayed that night in her bed and was unable to resist the urge to self-pleasure. She blushed again and answered, "Yes, Mr Slevin." Mr Slevin smiled at her and gave her instructions. She was to return home and collect all the credit card details of the companies she owed money too and return with them to the office within 1 hour. He would make token payments on them and then take money from her wages each week to ensure they would receive regular payments. On her return to the shop, she would leave her panties and bra off and would now be called Candy to fit her new position in his company – A pet shop assistant. Whenever, he visited the shop, she would ensure that she removed her underwear so he had ready access to her if he so wished. She nodded again in agreement. Mr Slevin smiled and stood up. "Come here Candy." She rose and walked over to his desk. He hitched her dress up and put his hands in her panties. "Well, well, well, little Candice, it seems our little talk has turned you on." He cupped her warm wet sex and felt the pubic hair on her muff. "Hasn't it?" She nodded, embarrassed. "I can't hear you Candy." Mr Slevin said sternly. "Yes, you turned me on Mr Slevin." She replied and blushed again. He turned her sideways and sat back down in his leather chair. He positioned her in between his legs. One hand played with her muff whilst the other slid down the back of her panties and kneaded her buttocks. Candy couldn't believe she was standing there with her legs apart as his cool fingers probed her heat. The situation thrilled her and her body responded. Her legs trembled and her breasts and pussy throbbed. She flooded his fingers with her excitement. He used her natural juices to soak all his fingers, then probed her vaginal and anal entrances. Candy took a sharp intake of breath. He pushed his fingers in and enjoyed the tightness of both channels. As he fingered her in an alternate rhythm, his thumb played with her clitoris. It didn't take long for Candy to respond. She mewled a little, broke out in a sweat and circled her hips. Mr Slevin growled his encouragement and now knowing what he wanted, she fucked his fingers back, behaving like the good little slut she was. He played a bit and then bent her over his desk. Candy's heart beat faster in anticipation. He slowly pulled her skirt up her back and her panties down to the tops of her thighs. He massaged her bottom, enjoying her and the glimpses of her hairy pussy and puckered star. He placed her hands on her cheeks and told her to spread them apart. She did as he asked feeling exposed and vulnerable. He looked at her posing for him, forehead pressed to his desk and decided to photograph the intimate pose with his phone. He could look at her wherever he wanted then. He took a few shots for his private collection. He felt her again and inserted two fingers in each of her orifices with the same hand. "Good Girl Candy, fuck my fingers hard till you cum." He kept his fingers still and let her do the work. She moved her body back and forth and as she got used to the rhythm she rode his fingers as hard as she could, breathing hard. "Do you like this Candy? Do you like a man you just met today putting his hands in your willing little cunt and ass?" She moaned softly. "Moan louder Candy, I want to hear you enjoying it. Answer me?" She gasped, "Yes Mr Slevin, I like it. I like your fingers poking me." "Good Girl." He moved his other hand round her hip and cupped her pussy, wriggling them around till he found her clitoris. She was delightful fucking his hand and moaned more as he played with her muff. "Drag your tits up and down the desk, Candy" He commanded, making her rock back and forth faster. She did as he told her and banged into his pelvis when he stood behind her. It was all too much and she exploded in front of him, trying to stifle her moans into the wood of the desk. He felt her shudder on his fingers and her legs tremble as she lay collapsed on the desk top. "Now, I'm going to fuck you Candy." He had told her. He took hold of her hips, freed his hard cock and entered her prone body in one swift move as she groaned her consent. Her tight cunt on his cock felt delightful. He loved taking a new pussy. When he was fully inserted he circled his hips feeling her walls crushing him. He savoured the moment then roughly pulled up her top and bra. He grabbed her tits and mauled them as he fucked her hard and fast to satisfaction. He remembered watching her leave his shop, knowing her pussy was full of his creamy cum and felt excited she would be back in an hour, having followed his instructions. He'd added a couple more. He told her to shave her pussy bald for him and to buy a butt plug with a red ruby diamond cut base. Seeing a jewel sitting on her anal star would please him as well as keep her stretched for his visiting cock. He liked that Candy would be working at his shop very much. Mr Slevin came out of his reverie. "Yes Candy would be perfect," he thought secretly pleased. He would call her and make the arrangements for Poker Night. Candy arrived first for Poker Night and Mr Slevin let her into his hallway. He told her his instructions for the night and to remain silent, unless addressed directly. She was there to please and serve the men. "Very nice Candy," he circled round her as she entered further into his business penthouse apartment and stood in the centre of the living room. She stood obediently waiting. He took her long black coat off to reveal a short thigh length black dress with a plunging square neck line. It just covered her cleavage and teased enough to draw the male eye. The back of the dress dived down just above the little tantalising crevice that formed the cheeks of her bottom. A long gold back chain fell from her neck and shoulders. The red jewelled pendant nestled in the small of her back and sparkled in the light. He hung her coat up in the hall and returned to her. He stood in front of her. He was taller than her and he looked into her cleavage. "Are you wearing a bra?" He asked her. She shook her head. He raised his hand and hooked two fingers into her neckline and pulled the material out towards him and looked down. She wasn't and his eyes were greeted with her two beautiful rounded natural breasts. He blew on each nipple and was delighted to see them pucker and peak. Her nipples were visible as he allowed the material of the dress to return to normal. He palmed each of her breasts and massaged them in sync over her dress. He felt her breathing change and knew he was arousing her. "Are you wearing panties?" he asked her. She nodded. "That displeases me. Take them off," he ordered. He felt his cock stir and harden as she raised her short dress to her waist. She wore red lacy briefs and began to take them down to reveal a smooth peachy pussy. She had shaved since their last encounter. She had obeyed him. He liked that. Her lips were moist from her arousal. He liked that too. "Wait!" He ordered and she stopped and straightened up again. She stood still with her dress scrunched at her waist, her red panties at her knees and wearing her black, killer high heels. He took his time looking at her, noting her hard nipples through her dress and moist, bald pussy. "Bend over the coffee table" he indicated. It was slightly lower than waist height so it caused her bottom to thrust up in the air. "Toes together, heels out," he spoke again. He stood for a few moments and admired her full bottom and her pussy now quite wet nestled between her legs. He was delighted to see she was wearing the red jewelled butt plug he had told her to buy. It glinted in the light and tantalised. He undid his trousers and took his cock out. He was quite hard. He walked to her head without a word, offered his cock to her. She knew what do to and she licked and sucked, opening her eager mouth so he could push his cock all the way in. Mr Slevin was soon setting a steady thrusting rhythm as he fucked her head, causing her to gag as he dipped into her throat. He pushed his cock deep into her mouth, leaning over to grab her fleshy bottom pulling her into him and burying his cock into her throat. He revelled in her gagging and knew he had stopped her from breathing. He waited a few seconds before relenting and liked the sensation of her gasping round his cock. The heat and spittle on his cock felt amazing. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. He saw her mascara had run down her face from her tears and gagging action. The black smears on her face turned him on even more. His cock sat on her tongue, drenched in her drool. He ground his cock into her mouth, then withdrew. "Good Slut," he murmured and then walked behind her. He fingered round the jewel of the butt plug, prodded it and twirled it round. She moaned at the sensations in her anal passage as he fucked it back and forth a little. He then left it in place and put his hands on her hips to steady her as he thrust urgently into her pussy depths. He fucked her, rough and hard without much thought to her comfort. As far as he was concerned, he had paid for her services and she was here for his pleasure. He used her, like the slut she was, just like he would use Luke's wife if his plans worked out. He thought of his faithful wife who adored him and smiled, fucking Candy even harder. He excused his faithlessness by being a wonderful lover to his wife. After all, she reaped the benefit of all the pussies and tits he enjoyed. Wasn't his tongue and mouth the best for bringing her to the brink of orgasm! When he ate her out, she begged for his cock and then breathed with joy as he sunk into her. The thought tipped him over the edge and he withdrew from her pussy and erupted his creamy cum all over Candy's ass. He pulled her dress back down slowly and smoothed it down so his cum soaked in to the inside of her dress. Then he turned Candy round, pushed her to her knees and she cleaned and sucked his cock. He stood still as she worked. Her tongue was amazing as she suckled the end of his knob, drawing out any remnants of his orgasm. She then licked him from the base up, wiping up their union. He closed his eyes as she repeatedly drew her tongue upwards on the underside of his shaft. She was good. When she had finished he said, "Go clean up. My guests will be arriving soon. I want you presentable again and take those panties off." His guests arrived on time and soon, they were seated around a table, playing the first few rounds of poker. Candy was the perfect hostess, keeping to instructions of filling the men's glasses with beer, offering finger foods and bending down enough to tease the men with glimpses down her top and peaks at her thighs. The men enjoyed the views of her lower bottom cheeks and peaking pussy lips. As the beer flowed, the men's inhibitions and bravado in betting became higher and antics more saucy. Paul and John began to cop little discreet gropes of Candy as she served them. She would smile at them and Mr Slevin just smiled as well and allowed them to take liberties. The men were in high spirits especially as they were also winning the small pots of money accumulated in the middle of the table. At one point, Mr Slevin and Candy left the table to fetch and open more beer in the kitchen. Mr Slevin had been creating a new aphrodisiac concoction in his pet business for breeding that made pets and animals compliant and randy. Tests so far had proved highly successful in the breeding world and there had been no ill effects afterwards. He was getting it ready to market it further afield and knew it would be very lucrative. He had tried some in his wife's drinks which had had wonderful results. She had been open to suggestion, very compliant and the sexual pleasures he had taken with her had just left her memory of them as secret fantasies. He had helped of course by telling her she had dreamed those naughty antics and that they were her hidden naughty fantasy. Fantasies she enjoyed sharing with him. She had believed him. He took some vials of this special concoction and put them in his pocket. Whilst they were in the kitchen and away from the table, Paul whispered to the other two, "Candy's not wearing any panties and she let me finger her as she leaned over the table to serve you Luke. Did you see? She even opened her legs a bit, the naughty whore!" Luke nodded. "She's not wearing a bra either. I saw her tits!" "I'm going to wager to fuck her," John suddenly announced, "Think the Old Guy will go for it?" "He's not objected yet," Paul said. "He's seen us touching her, I'm sure of it and she liked it. She was so wet." Luke went with the flow of the evening, secretly looking forward to the next rounds of poker. Mr Slevin and Candy returned with fresh beers, nuts and crisps. He sat at the table and John spoke first, feeling bolder by the effects of the alcohol, "I'd like to raise the stakes in this game. I'd like to put up a month's salary to fuck your beautiful hostess," He waited for Mr Slevin's answer. Mr Slevin looked bemused, was silent for a moment, thinking, and then looked at Candy standing by him. "Would you like that Candy?" he asked her. She nodded. Refusing was not an option now. She worked for Mr Slevin and he was helping her pay off her debts. He had already made some payments. "Then gentleman, we nearly have a bet." He paused. "Let's make it more interesting. Paul are you willing to do the same?" Paul nodded eagerly. "Luke?" Luke shook his head, "No, group is not my thing," he laughed nervously. Although tempted, he had a wife at home. "Then let the game begin," Mr Slevin stated and dealt the cards. The game was tense as they threw cards down and drew new ones until finally, Paul called the hands to be shown. Slowly the cards were revealed and Paul and John grinned as both their hands beat Mr Slevin's. Candy knew that was her cue. She took their hands and led them to the coffee table behind Mr Slevin and in front of Luke's eye line. Luke was aghast that a live sex show was going to take place right before him. Never in his life had he had such a night. He watched as Candy dropped her dress just leaving her high heels and back chain on. Luke gawped at her fine naked figure as Paul and John groped her and she moaned in delight. They were still fully clothed as they touched, squeezed, licked and sucked her body. She revelled in the pleasure of their lustful pawing. His eyes lingered on her smooth pussy, her full peaked tits and rounded bottom. His eyes widened as he saw her anal jewel. It turned him on when the men touched her in those intimate places and made her whimper in need. It had been awhile since he had been so close to a naked, sexually excited woman who wasn't his wife. While he watched them, Mr Slevin poured him a drink and covertly slipped a tasteless vial of liquid in to it. It was the powerful aphrodisiac that Mr Slevin had a steady supply of from his chemistry laboratory. It would be too tempting for Luke to resist the wares on offer when it bubbled away in his blood stream and at his conscience. "Shall we continue?" Mr Slevin asked. Luke tore his eyes away to focus on Mr Slevin and drank the glass on offer as the cards were dealt again. They played one hand and Luke won the pot but his eyes kept slipping to the action behind Mr Slevin. Candy was being spit roasted between the two men. Paul had his cock buried deep in her throat while John was fucking her from behind, touching the jewel embedded in her ass. Royal Flush of Desire The aphrodisiac was kicking in along with his natural male lust and Luke suddenly found he had a raging hard on. "You want her, why deny yourself?" Mr Slevin suggested and cut into his already sinful thoughts. "I'm married," Luke tried to reason but his throbbing cock had no such conscience. He licked his dry lips nervously and unknowingly drank more of the aphrodisiac concoction. "Tell you what, let the cards decide," Mr Slevin tempted, widening the suggestion. "You win, you get to fuck Candy ...in ...every... hole... imaginable. No one will know, except the guys who fuck her themselves too." He paused to let him think of it. The aphrodisiac boiled in Luke's veins and his eyes feasted on the groaning troilism behind Mr Slevin. It was hot fucking and raw lust. Paul and John high fived each other as they swapped ends, using her as their pleasure toy, strutting and peacocking their prowess to each other. "But if I win," Mr Slevin cut into his wicked thoughts, "I want to ... fuck your wife." Mr Slevin finished. "What! I can't wager Tegan!" Luke stammered. "Why not?" Mr Slevin continued. "We play two games. The same bet for each. Plus, you win the pot. If you win both games, that's 5,000 big ones. Maybe it was the thought of fresh pussy, the groans of rapture in the room, the drink and aphrodisiac in his blood, the thought his wife wouldn't know, his throbbing cock twitching with a strong need, the small fortune on offer, the things he could buy his wife with the extra money, the suggestions implanted by Mr Slevin or a combination of all these things, but Luke found himself nodding in agreement. The first game went well, Luke had a full house – Three cards of one denomination and two of another- He had two Jacks and three sevens. He beat Mr Slevin's straight set - 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, five cards in sequence of any suit. Luke started to feel confident. "Congratulations Luke, you get to fuck Candy. Now let's see if you can win the money too or if I get to win the money and fuck your beautiful wife." The game was tense and Luke's forehead beaded with sweat. His cock throbbed, leaking precum in to his pants. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and damp pants. Then he threw some cards down on his turn, picked up some cards and could not believe his luck. He had four of a kind - four sevens and an ace of spades. How could he lose? His confidence, bravado and throbbing hard on grew. He called for the cards to be shown and placed his cards down, slowly one by one. He watched Mr Slevin's crestfallen face as his "fucking Luke's wife" fantasy and "money in the middle of the table" began to slip away. His own face beamed with delight. He was 5,000 big ones better off and would soon be experiencing the delight of a fresh nubile body. He grabbed the money, greedily in the middle of the table and began to pull it towards him, when Mr Slevin spoke, "Not so fast Luke." Unknown to Luke, Mr Slevin had had a slick, cheating sleight of hand. While Luke was busy watching Mr Slevin's face and the naughty antics going on behind him, Mr Slevin had secretly replaced some cards in his hand. He chuckled to himself as he thought, "Never cheat with a cheater." He never liked to lose important bets... and he was determined to fuck Luke's wife by fair or foul means! He smiled wickedly as he placed his cards down, one by one to reveal his hand – Ace of Hearts; King of Hearts; Queen of Hearts; Jack of Hearts and 10 of hearts – A winning Royal Flush! Luke stared at Mr Slevin's cards, A ROYAL FLUSH and his heart sank. What had he done? He had wagered his beautiful, stunning wife on a game of cards and he had lost! Mr Slevin, smiled, wiped the 5000 cash into a green cloth money bag and stood up. He poured another drink for Luke, with another discreet vial of aphrodisiac liquid and handed it to him. "Here, drink this. You will feel better when your cock is inside Candy. She's just about finished with Paul and John." Luke took the drink and gulped it down in one. He felt guilt ridden, but the sexed up feeling began to take over. His eyes turned longingly towards the woman, gladly receiving his work colleague's attention. He watched as Paul and John finished with her and shot their load over Candy's kneeling form and upturned face. Mr Slevin slapped him on the back. "Looks like it's your turn Luke. Isn't that right Candy?" Candy turned to look at him, semen dripping from her face and breasts. She was nude with the four men still dressed, albeit with John and Paul in various stages of undone clothing. On the coffee table was the jewelled butt plug, glinting in the light. It took Luke's breath away, knowing where it had been. "Yes Mr Slevin, just as soon as I have cleaned these boys off." Candy answered, interrupting Luke's wayward thoughts. Mr Slevin chuckled, "Good Girl Candy, then clean yourself up for Luke here. It's been awhile since he has tried another woman out apart from his wife. Isn't that right Luke?" Luke nodded. His cock was throbbing hard and a naughty shiver of excitement ran through him. He would soon be inside a different pussy and playing with a new body. Candy did as she was told and a few minutes later, still naked and smelling of fresh soap, she took Luke's hand as the other three sat on the sofa clapping encouragement. She bought him to the centre of the room and placed both his hands on her breasts. Luke could hardly contain himself. A beautiful naked woman standing in front of his clothed body. The situation, drink and aphrodisiac had his lust at full throttle. He groped her tits, kneading hard as Candy moaned and rubbed his cock over his jeans. He was throbbing hard and wanted her. She got his cock out and began to wank him. His shaft felt hot and pulsed in her hand. She knelt as he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock in to her mouth, fucking her head. He had never been so turned on his life, nor so rough with a woman. He was impatient for her pussy. He pushed into her mouth a few more times and then pulled her up, bent her over and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. He could feel this new slick cunt around his cock as he sunk into her delightful body. He relished the feel and the sinful thought it was not his wife. In his inebriated state it excited him more and he grabbed her arms, see-sawing into her body, fucking her hard and fast. Candy grunted and moaned as he rammed at her cervix, bruising the neck of her womb. Her moans and his growls were hot and urgent. Their audience whooped and cheered him on and he played and fucked to their encouragement. "Fuck her in the ass Luke!" John suggested in his drunken state, "She loves it and it is exquisite" "Yes, you've tried her other holes," Paul slurred, "You want him to, don't you Candy?" "Yes, oh God yes," Candy confirmed and screamed in her sexed up state, "Take my ass!" Luke pulled her hair back, withdrew from her pussy and thrust into her ass, his slick cock slid in easily. He pistoned into her back and forth holding her hair back so his audience could see her bouncing tits, ecstatic face and bald pussy. "Stroke your pussy Candy," Mr Slevin commanded, "We want to see you cum." So she did. Both Luke and Candy let their animal instincts take over and they fucked to sexual fulfilment. They moaned, groaned and their two sweaty flushed bodies were in raw, naughty, faithless lust. Mr Slevin caught it all on his mobile phone, recording the moments Luke was unfaithful to his wife. Luke suddenly growled as he felt the first familiar signs of orgasm. His balls tightened, his legs stiffened and he gave an almighty roar when he felt the rush of his seed jettison from his buried cock right into the depths of Candy's anal passage. Seconds later, Candy screamed and fitted in her own release, eventually disengaging from Luke and sinking to the floor as her legs buckled in her weakened state, completely fucked. Mr Slevin went to her, kissed her head, lifted her to her feet, wrapped her dress around her chest and gently patted her naked bottom. He told her to go and bathe and then wait in his bed. "Put this back in too," he said, handing her the pretty butt plug. He poured the men another drink to finish the evening's entertainment. Paul and John were pleased, they had gained a little spending money from the poker night and had taken part in an amazing threesome with an attractive and willing Candy. Mr Slevin had taken a small loss but had gained the future services of Luke's wife by winning his wager and the possibility of blackmailing Luke to let him use her in the future. He was fairly sure that Luke wouldn't want his wife to see pictures or the video of him fucking the delightful Candy. He also had Candy for the rest of the night. Luke had some small monetary gain and had fucked and enjoyed a beautiful woman, although the shame of being unfaithful and putting his wife up in a bet may guilt or even thrill him in the days to come. The men all toasted a very enjoyable evening whilst still in the afterglow and euphoria of a successful Poker night. Paul and John were the first to leave and went home in a cab. Then lastly Luke. Mr Slevin gave him instructions to fulfil his bet. He handed Luke 3 vials of the new aphrodisiac. "Bring your wife to me at work on Wednesday at 9am. Give her this in her drinks, two days before and continue to do so up until she is bought to me. Bring her in a short dress, no bra and skimpy panties and high heels. I will return her to you at the end of business that day." Luke nodded, still on the high of his amazing sex with Candy but feeling naughty and fearful on how he would explain a sex date with his boss to his wife. "What's in the vial?" Luke asked. "Let's say, it will make her feel euphoric, in a dreamy like state and very turned on. It will sex her up. Her memory will be sketchy of the day's events. She will not be able to distinguish reality from fantasy," Mr Slevin smiled. Luke nodded again seeing how he may get away with losing the bet. "What shall I say to her, to get her to see you?" Luke pondered. "That I am looking for a new secretary and you have done her a favour by securing an interview of course," Mr Slevin put the seed of the deceit and cheat in his mind. "That could work," Luke began to feel slightly better. "Of course it will." Mr Slevin reassured him. "Your Taxi has arrived. I look forward to seeing you both again on Wednesday." Mr Slevin saw him out and then locked up, making his way upstairs to the delectable Candy waiting in his adulterous bed. Luke did as he was instructed. On the Monday, he added drops of the vial in his wife's drinks and noticed a subtle change in her behaviour. She was very flirtatious with him, brushed against him, whenever she had the opportunity and was very willing when he showed male interest in her. He fucked her in the kitchen, living room, shower and in the bedroom. She was ready and willing at any opportune moment. During these moments of foreplay, he told her that his boss, Mr Slevin needed a temporary secretary and due to her qualifications he had secured her an interview and trial. He also mentioned casually that Mr Slevin had an eye for the ladies and should be careful as he was a very attractive man. "Don't worry," Tegan groaned as she made out with her attentive husband, "You know I only want you. Can't you tell?" Luke chuckled, enjoying the naughty side of his wife and plunged into her, claiming her as his. He continued to add this tasteless naughty potion to his wife's drinks, keeping her in an almost constant moist state. Tegan noticed her elevated sexual state and jokingly put it down to sexy dreams and her hormones for that time of the month. She wasn't complaining. She and Luke were certainly enjoying the benefits. She was also becoming open to more and more suggestion. Luke would say something and she readily agreed it was a good idea. He asked her to not wear underwear round the house, he had asked her to use a vibrator in front of him as he watched, things she had been reluctant to do previously. Wednesday morning, Luke did the breakfast and added extra aphrodisiac to his wife's orange juice and finished the contents of the last vial. She polished it off and they left to go to Mr Slevin's private office. Mr Slevin greeted them at the door of his large plush office on the top floor and showed them in. Others were working on the floors below him. They were alone and private on this upper floor. Luke introduced Tegan and she smiled at him, feeling very comfortable and content. Mr Slevin made her feel at home and showed her the desk she would be working at. Luke encouraged her and made her feel perfect for the job. Mr Slevin took her hand and looked her in the eyes. "It's rather warm in here. Wouldn't you be more comfortable with your jacket off?" "Yes, yes, it is rather warm," Tegan agreed. "Luke, why don't you help her with her jacket and hang it up?" Mr Slevin suggested. Luke did as he asked. "Wouldn't you be comfortable with a few of those buttons undone on your blouse?" Mr Slevin spoke again. Tegan nodded again and Luke undid a few of her buttons, smiling at her, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to expose more of her cleavage as they all chatted together. She was braless underneath. Luke had told her, she looked better without one as she dressed that morning in her short matching mini skirt and jacket. She sat down at the desk and waited for Mr Slevin to instruct her on her mornings work. "Would you like a cooling drink? Mr Slevin asked as he walked to the drinks cabinet. "Yes please, Mr Slevin," Tegan answered. He poured her a fruit juice and added more aphrodisiac. He handed it to her and then separate drinks for him and Luke. "You still look warm, perhaps your husband should remove your panties, you will be cooler then," Mr Slevin suggested and waited to see Tegan's reaction. He smiled when she readily agreed. The aphrodisiac was working wonderfully. He looked at Luke questioningly. Luke swallowed and remembered his bet and the winning Royal Flush. He had lost and this was the price of that wager. He moved to his wife who stood up from her chair for him. He reached under her skirt, took hold of her panties and slowly pulled them down. He could smell his wife's arousal already. She was on heat and as the panties became visible he saw the tell-tale damp patch in the gusset. Mr Slevin watched him take them off and Tegan stepped out of them. It turned him on that her husband was removing his own wife's panties for him, that he was allowing his wife to be another man's plaything for the day. He moved forward, "Now isn't that better?" He said to Tegan and she nodded. "Luke why don't you put them in your pocket? She won't be needing them again until you pick her up later. I will see you out. We have work to do. Tegan, I will be with you in a moment." Mr Slevin took Luke's arm and led him to the lift. "I'll see you later Luke." Luke left the building to go to work, knowing he was paying off his debt. He felt guilty at wagering his wife in such a bet during a poker game and then preparing her for his boss's sexual pleasure. He remembered the wonderful and willing Candy as he buried his cock in her succulent heat and felt his cock stir treacherously. He was the unfaithful one, not Tegan. This therefore, was his cross to bear. Meanwhile Tegan was sat at her desk taking Mr Slevin's dictation for a letter while he stood behind her. He had flicked the hidden cameras on he had in the room earlier to record. He had asked her if she had ever fantasised of having sex with her boss and had suggested that most women secretly dreamed of such things. She agreed of course and his hands moved inside her blouse, massaging her braless tits. He told her it was good for his and her concentration which of cause she accepted and believed in her compliant state. She even thought she would enjoy working there. Mr Slevin was so attentive and made her feel good and wanted and valued for her skills. Mr Slevin smiled at the reflection in the monitor in front of them. It showed him mauling her tits and Tegan breathing hard. The computer wasn't even turned on and therefore acted like a mirror. Her fingers on the keyboard were uselessly tapping away. Tegan was even more susceptible to suggestions and the aphrodisiac she had been given, than he could have possibly hoped for. He was going to enjoy her for the day and fully test the powers of the aphrodisiac concoction. She would make a very good guinea pig and personal assistant to him indeed. Mr Slevin was a very powerful man and always got what he wanted. He had seen Luke's wife at a work's party and knew immediately that he wanted her. And today, he squeezed her tits harder until she moaned and watched the reflection with a broad grin, today he would have her. The End.