The Business

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Teenagers, Reluctant, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, Niece, Swinging, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, First, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Pregnancy, Voyeurism, Double Penetration, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: A talented newspaperman and his new wife are seduced by the boss and his wife. Despite her intentions wife leads her mother and two younger sisters into a den of sexual predators.

Chapter 1

"Aren't you ready yet, Bett?"

"Jack, this is the first time I am meeting the boss and his family! Don't you want me to make a good impression?"

"Sorry dear, of course I do. I guess I'm just very nervous about it. You know he is going to announce the winner for the best newsstory for the paper and one of mine is nominated for the award."

"Darling Jack, you have only told me four times before. Thank you for telling me again. I have such a poor memory. Maybe I'll forget I'm married to an idiot and remember the nice guy I thought I married!"

"I love you! I apologize for being an idiot. I guess I'll sit down and wait instead."

Ten minutes later, Elisabeth Heissfrau Dolan, the beautiful petitte blond was ready. She had pony tails and a hot pink dress with high heels. Jack looked at her and couldn't bear to tell her that it made her look like a hooker that is only fourteen. He sighed. He only hoped he won because the reward would give them enough money to start the family they both wanted so much. Besides he hated the damned condoms.


Chapter 2

"So you're Jack Dolan! Goodness I am such a fan of yours! My husband is so lucky to have you on one of his newspapers. May I hold your arm and introduce you to the rest of my family?"

"Uh, yes but first let me introduce you to my wife Elisabeth. She so wanted to meet you and my boss."

'Damn! I thought he brought a hooker with him or she was a daughter! Now I get it! That bastard of a husband of mine has the hots for the wife! Well it wasn't like I was going to leave Jack alone. Now he'll have a reason to pump me! Revenge!'

"My goodness you are so darling! Yet I have found that it is often the woman who is behind the man. So my name is Mandy, may I call you Elisabeth?"

"Please call me Betty instead. It is so much easier to say."

Mandy linked arms with Betty and said, "Please join us Jack and I'll take you on a tour of our home. Then we'll come back for the party. Peter is already getting things warmed up. I hope you like to dance, drink and have fun because that is what we have tonight."

At least a half hour later the three arrived back just in time for the announcement of the winner. When it wasn't Jack's name that was announced Mandy might have been more stunned than either Jack or Betty. She left them for awhile to find her husband.

"What the hell Peter are you doing? His article was by far the best! Everyone here knows it!"

"Easy Mandy, I know it too. I'm going to offer him a better paying job. Besides It's going to win a pulitzer prize. Now you need to console him. I'll take care of the wifey."

"I'll do it you bastard. But remember I know too much for you to get rid of me for a new trophy wife."

"Relax babe, she needs a drink or two to warm up and then - it's room four." Mandy, his admittedly trophy wife, was a tall big breasted blond. He had traded in on a new wife a couple of years earlier. His first wife had wanted a family. After two children she seemed to lose interest in sex. When she wouldn't try swapping to spice up their sex life he divorced her. Of course it was after he set her up and got pictures of her 'adultry'. It didn't cost him nearly as much to pay some child support than have to split his assets fifty-fifty. With Mandy, he not only took her 'cherry', he quickly introduced her to the 'joys' of swapping. He found out that she only needed some reassurance that he wasn't going to get rid of her if she went along. Yet sometime soon he thought that nature would start to lure her into motherhood. When that happened he would ease her out the same way his first wife had gone.


Chapter 3

"Sorry Jack, Ken's story was just the right type for the newspaper readership. It was a well written feel- good piece. There was alot of positive reports and an up swing in advertising. Now I did submit your article to the pulitzer prize people. They have different criteria. However they also judge articles from across the nation. But I thought it was good enough to represent all of our newspapers."

"Thank you sir. That is a big honor to know that you think so highly of me."

'Jack! You know how much that money meant to us! I am so pissed at your asskissing!' Thought Betty as she clenched and unclenched her hands several times.

Peter noticed her flushed cheeks and fleetingly grim face as Jack spoke. 'It's time to move!'

"Jack, let me dance with your beautiful bride. I'm sure Mandy won't mind dancing with you."

"Come on Jack, if you dance like you write I will be gliding on air!"

"Betty, I hope you won't mind dancing with an old man."

Betty's jaw almost dropped. He looked far from old. In fact he looked far more fit and almost the same age as her husband. As she began to dance a slow dance with Peter she also noticed that his equipment was at least the equal if not bigger than her husband's. That added to the anger and confusion she already had. Soon the two couples had to stop for a band break. They had some drinks and talked about decor and how nice the party was. For the next set of dances, the lighting had dropped to encourage a more romantic ambiance. It was far easier for Betty to be more comfortable with her husband's boss. There was no doubt that Peter was well endowed! Whether it was the drinks, her anger at her husband or hergrowing need to be a mother she was losing her self control. It felt like she was releasing her will to him. Then Peter kissed her neck under her ear. Betty's legs almost collapsed under her.

Peter had guided them into a darker area toward the back of the house. He was still able to see how Mandy was doing with Jack. She already had his stiff prick out of his pants. Since Jack seemed to be in a daze, she had guided him toward the backroom area. All of their other guests had departed soon after the award had been announced. Now the band was packing up and Betty and Jack were in no condition to even realize that they were alone with Peter and Mandy. Peter made a motion to Mandy and she quickly led Jack down the dark hall to bedroom four. Peter made sure that Betty didn't see them while Mandy was careful with Jack that he didn't see Peter necking with his wife.

Peter hadn't been sure but he soon confirmed that Betty had no bra. A quick unzip in the back of her dress and a deft touch also confirmed the lack of any type of panty. He upped his assault on her neck and ears while touching some uncovered areas of her skin. Then he slowly led her to the doorway of bedroom four. While just in front of the doorway he unzipped his pants. He lifted her dress above her waist and slipped the head of his penis into the moist slit of Betty's sex.

"Uh-- no! Peter I'm married! You're married! We can't do this."

"Shhh now please don't say anything. I need for you to see what is happening but you can't say anything."

Peter turned her around and bent her over as if to give her a view of what was happening in the bedroom. In reality it gave him the easiest access to the very lubricated and previously chaste cunt of his employee's wife. He could feel her astonishment as she tensed. Then something else took over and he could feel her relax against him. He caressed her breasts and gently pressed his penis into her opening. He didn't stop pushing until he was solidly up to hills balls in her soaking cunt. Then, being a bit of a voyeur too, he moved slightly so he could watch Jack fucking his wife as he fucked Jack's wife. Several softly lit lights illuminated the scene. Mandy's heels were locked around Jack's back as his cock jackhammered into her cunt. She still had her garters and stockings on which glistened as she tried to pull Jack's cock off with her sucking cunt muscles.

Peter then began to pump into Betty with a bit more urgency. She responded by pushing back into him. When she began to moan, Mandy started to moan herself. After a number of minutes a remarkable thing occurred. All four of them orgasmed at the same time. Betty slipped forward onto the floor while Peter went along with her. She had passed out for a few seconds. Peter's fall had disconnected him from Betty's hole full of sperm. So when he fell atop her his still stiffy poked its way into a virgin anus. Since it was so slimy and she so relaxed he went in up to the hilt. Peter still had a squirt or two left which bubbled into her impaled rectum. Peter had wanted to fuck her asshole but with her a willing participant. For this reason he pulled out of her and nudged it back into her slimy pit.

Peter quietly guided Betty back out of the room. He picked up her clothes and his after he had placed her on another bed. Awake when he got back, Betty didn't say another word as he lay beside her and kissed her breasts. Soon she had her heels wrapped sround his hips as he pumped another load of very fertile sperm into her eager womb.

Somewhat later, a thoroughly bedraggled Betty met her very unkempt husband in the livingroom. Jack and Mandy were drinking. Peter and Betty joined them.

"Silly me Peter I forgot to show Jack where the little boys room was. When we got back you two were gone."

Peter could feel Betty's back arch and knew she would make a scene.

"Hah, you also forgot to show them the gazebo! I corrected that but we got turned around in the dark out there. I didn't know we had so many paths!"

"Goodness dear we need to make this up to them. Let's invite them to the club! With the new job you are giving Jack, they'll be able to afford it. There are so many things to do and so many nice people to meet."

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