The Firm

by Dick Coxxx

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Interracial, White Couple, Black Male, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: A pretty blonde wife is unwittingly used to help her husband recruit new clients.

Maurice was very pleased with himself. He recently received a promotion to regional sales manager along with a very nice raise at the Thompson Insurance Company, the company where he worked. He could hardly wait to tell Miriam, his lovely blonde wife of ten years.

One of the VP's knocked on the door to his office. William Tyndall, the VP over the department came into Maurice' new office and closed the door. Mr. Tyndall casually sat on the edge of the new executive's desk.

"Hello, Maurice," he said. "Congratulations on your recent promotion. You have moved up very nicely now and have even greater promotion potential within the company, if you play your cards right. Do you know what I mean?"

"Ahh, no, Mr. Tyndall," replied Maurice. "I'm not exactly sure what you mean by playing my cards right." Maurice was really quite naive.

"Now that you are an executive, Maurice, please call me Bill."

Maurice was surprised at Mr. Tyndall's lack of formality. It was almost always grounds for termination if an employee didn't call Mr. Tyndall, "Mr. Tyndall."

"Bill" also had the derogatory nickname of "Billy Boy." It was rumored that if you were ever caught calling him that derogatory name, you would be fired right then and there on the spot.

"Maurice, the company has great plans for you. If you play your cards right, fortune and fame will come your way. Well, no, not really, but your future bonuses will depend upon you and your wife. Now that you are one of us, you and your lovely bride, what's her name? Miriam isn't it? Will be invited to participate in other Reindeer Games," he joked.

"Yes, sir, my wife's name is Miriam."

"You two have been invited to join our exclusive club which meets for drinks and dinner every Saturday night at the Thompson estate. You and your wife should really get dressed up for an intimate night of dining and dancing. Ol' Man Thompson really knows how to throw a helluva party."

"Let me check with my wife to see if we can make it, okay?"

"Sure, sure. Go ahead and check with the little lady. Oh, by the way," Bill said. "Have you two ever done any swinging before?"

"My wife's the dancer in our family. I can do a little Foxtrot or a two-step sometimes but I don't know how to swing."

Bill laughed.

"Maurice, I'm not talking about dancing when I talk about swinging. I'm talking about wife-swapping. We're a tight-knit group here, Maurice, and we always take care of our own."

"Oh," was all that Maurice could mutter.

"Don't you think that my wife, Tiffany, is pretty?"

"Gee, Mr. Tyndall, I mean Bill," Maurice stuttered once again. "She's very pretty."

"We both swing within the group. I enjoy the company of other women and my wife enjoys having sex with other men. She has already told me that she had designs on you. All of the wives are beautiful. That was one of the criteria for hiring you. Your own wife is a gorgeous blonde. Wouldn't you like to sleep with my wife?"

The question caught Maurice off-guard.

"Wow, Bill, I never considered it before," Maurice lied. He lusted after Tiffany Tyndall from the very first moment that he had laid eyes on her.

"After you and your wife join our little group, my wife can be yours anytime you want," Bill explained. "Now, of course, remember that when you join the group your wife joins as well. I think that your wife is very sexy. Do you have a problem with other men seeing your wife at times?"

"How often are we talking about here?" inquired Maurice.

"Maybe once or twice a week. Sometimes more when a new couple joins but remember whenever your wife is with one of us guys, you get to choose who you would like to be with. You like that idea?"

"It's as simple as that?"

"Sure," Mr. Tyndall replied. "We even have an online scheduling tool on the computer accessible only by the group members. It's that easy. You sign in and see who's available and when. Some people are already scheduled a couple of weeks in advance but at the monthly party, none of the women are reserved. The women put their panties in a jar. We men get to pull a pair of panties out of the jar. Whoever is the owner of the panties is who we get that night. Anything goes that the two of you agree upon. Any other questions?"

"I don't think so. At least not for now. I might have some more questions later."

"Fine, don't hesitate to ask me or my wife, Tiffany. She might even give you a sample of her lovely charms if you are sitting on the fence about joining. I guarantee that once you have tasted my wife, you'll be back for more. Besides there are plenty of other great looking wives available for the group as well."

"How do I convince my wife to join? We've never even talked about swinging before." Maurice had his doubts that Miriam would ever agree to any such thing. Would she allow him to sleep with another woman? What about Miriam? Would Maurice allow another man to fuck her? He wasn't sure of the outcome, but his dick had already made the decision for him.

"Your wife had a lot to do with you being where you are now. She's a foxy little MILF that ol' Man Thompson really took a liking to at the last office party."

"A MILF?" questioned Maurice.

"Yea, you know, 'A Mother I'd Like to Fuck.' Haven't you heard that term before, eh, Maurice?"

"Ahh, no Sir, I haven't," stuttered Maurice.

"Ever since your lovely little wife had a baby last year, Mr. Thompson started to notice her, especially since she lost all of her excess weight from being pregnant. Mr. Thompson likes his women tall but shapely, just like your pretty wife. He wants you and her to join our little group. Of course, if you didn't join us, you could still stay with the company but you would probably have limited assignments and seen the last of your promotions and pay raises. There are many other perks available to group members as well. We buy your wife a new BMW convertible; she gets to pick the color. You get a big BMW SUV. The Firm will pick up all the car expenses, even gas, maintenance and insurance."

"You and your wife," Bill continued. "Will need to move into a bigger house. The Firm provides you a no-interest loan. You can get up to five hundred thousand with no money down. Put fifty thousand down and the Firm will loan you up to seven hundred fifty thousand dollars. What do you think, Maurice? Can you put down fifty thousand on a house? Hell, I'll personally loan you the fifty thousand down payment. We want you and your pretty blonde wife in the group that much."

Maurice was still dumb-founded. He couldn't believe his own ears. Here his boss was talking about the owner of the Firm where he worked wanting to have sex with his wife, Miriam. Maurice had never before thought about wife-swapping but he had always heard that variety is the spice of life and, lately, his sex life with Miriam had become a little stale. Maurice had to smile to himself. Just thinking about the other executive's good-looking wives made his own dick stir in his pants. Now here he was talking about financial incentives that could add up to almost a million dollars. This is an offer that would be hard to turn down.

"Oh, one other thing, Maurice, the Firm will pay for any of your children's college tuition or expenses. They can even go to Harvard or Yale if they can get in. It's a scholarship that worth well over one hundred thousand dollars if they go to a private university."

"Gee, Bill," Maurice hesitated before answering. "I'm not so sure that Miriam will go along with this. I'm the only man that she's ever been with."

"Don't worry about that," Bill said. "You know my wife, Tiffany, don't you?"

"Sure, I do. You have a very attractive wife, Bill." In his head, Maurice pictured Bill's pretty blonde wife. Maurice would give his left nut just to spend a night alone with her.

"Tiffany is very persuasive. We want you in the group and she'll get Miriam to agree to the two of you joining. You do want to join our little club, don't you Maurice?"

"Of course, I do. It's just that I don't think Tiffany will be able to convince my wife to be with another man or even let me be with another woman," Maurice replied.

"If Tiffany can talk your wife into joining our little club, Maurice, do you think you can handle being with one of our wives for the evening to do anything you want?"

"My gosh, Bill," Maurice responded with a smile. "All of the executive's wives are drop dead gorgeous. Who wouldn't want to spend a night with one of them?"

"They're all very pretty, aren't they, Maurice? Your wife will fit into the group very nicely. Even Ol' Man Thompson's wife is a real looker. She was Miss Alabama just twenty years ago. Evelyn Thomas is still a very attractive woman even after turning forty this past year."

Maurice thought that Evelyn Thomas was a true beauty. He was just ten years old when she won the Miss Alabama Pageant. Maurice remembered watching the TV program and he had thought about her a lot since then. Evelyn was his first of many wet dreams when he was an adolescent. While he was a young teenage boy, he jacked off at night to her picture from a Playboy photo shoot. Maurice just about wore out Evelyn's centerfold picture.

"The real question is, Maurice," Bill continued. "Can you handle your wife being with another man?"

Maurice had been oscillating between feeling guilty by thinking about being with other women and the excitement of sleeping with the wife of one of the other executives. He also had feelings about his own wife being with another man. Maurice was jealous on one hand but was aroused thinking about his wife getting fucked by someone else. It was all kind of strange to him.

"Bill, I'm kinda embarrassed to admit this but I've actually thought about my wife being with another man before. It kinda turned me on but I'm sure that Miriam would ever hear of it."

"Maurice, you would be surprised what runs through our wives' pretty little heads. I think that Tiffany will get your wife to go along with it. My wife and your wife are playing tennis at the country club tomorrow morning. I'll have Tiffany talk to Miriam. Besides, joining our club will do you good. Not only will you get some great pussy but it will be even better for your career here at Thomas Insurance. Why don't you just plan on being there Saturday night? Okay?"

"Thanks, Bill. I hope that I won't disappoint you."

"Don't worry, Maurice. I don't think that either you or your wife will disappoint us. See you Saturday night."

"Good-bye, Bill."

That was all there was to it. Maurice couldn't believe that he had just been invited to join the executive swing club. He thought of Evelyn Thomas and all of the other executives' wives. His dick just plain hurt.

Saturday morning came and Maurice went off to the country club in his new black BMW X-5 SUV to play a round of golf with Bill Tyndall and one of his new clients.

After golf, Bill and Maurice were in the showers together. Maurice couldn't help but see what his boss had dangling between his legs. Now Maurice knew why Bill Tyndall was called "Billy Boy" behind his back. It was the smallest penis that Maurice had ever seen on a grown man. Most boys had a dick bigger than Bill's by the time they were in sixth grade. While Maurice wasn't huge by any means, he certainly had a lot more manhood than his boss. That's probably why Bill's wife had been so eager to join the club when they were invited to do so several years ago.

Miriam drove her new white Bimmer convertible to the country club to play tennis with Tiffany Tyndall.

Both of the pretty blonde wives played a nice game of tennis. During one of the breaks between sets, Tiffany cast the bait and set the hook.

"Miriam, there's a special club that Bill and I belong to that would like to extend an invitation to you and Maurice to join. You know it's not your typical organization. We dress up and get together for some real fun. Have you ever thought about being with another man before other than your husband?"

"I don't know about that. Maurice asked me a couple of times to do that sort of thing but I refused. I don't think that I could do something like that in front of my husband. What would he think? Remember now, I'm married"

"Miriam, of course you're married. Bill and I are also married but that doesn't keep us from having fun with somebody else. We are all married. You are still living in the nineties. They even have a TV show now called "Trading Spouses." Believe me, it's not like it used to be. It used to be that the guys got to cat around at night while we wives stayed home and slaved all day at home cooking, cleaning and taking care of the house. Now that we are sexually liberated, it's time for us to have some fun ourselves. You'll have a lot of fun, too. All the guys in the club treat us really, really special. Think of it this way. By joining our special little club, you'll be helping your husband's career and having a load of fun at the same time. There are a lot more perks to joining than just what meets the eye."

Miriam was very reluctant at first but before the gals finished showering in the dressing room, the deal was done. Miriam saw how lovely Tiffany looked naked and figured that if one of the VP's wives would do something as risqué as this, then maybe it wouldn't so bad after all for her after all.

Tiffany saw Miriam's trim, lithe body. She knew that the pretty blonde wife would be withering under someone real soon.

There was something very convincing about Tiffany because Miriam found herself saying, "Okay, we'll join."

Maurice was even more excited than his wife. He couldn't believe that Miriam had agreed to go the swing party with him tonight. Maurice had to smile to himself as he watched his wife get ready. She had taken a long bubble bath as she drank a glass of her favorite white wine to relax. While he was taking a shower he could see her through the misty glass as she shaved her legs and underarms. He even spied on her as she trimmed her curly blonde pussy hair into a tiny triangle pointing down towards her love opening.

"Wow," he thought to himself. "Miriam is really beautiful tonight. Will I get jealous when she is getting fucked by another man?"

Maurice didn't think so. His own dick got hard just thinking about his wife being with another man. Besides he would have his own chance to be with one of the other executives' lovely wives.

Miriam and Tiffany had gone shopping for some new outfits after their tennis match that morning. That evening, Miriam put on a slinky new black dress that fit perfectly in all the right places. Between her boobs, her butt, her legs and her face, her husband thought that there wasn't one thing that he didn't like about his wife. She hadn't looked this sexy for quite some time.

They arrived at the Thomas Mansion a little before the appointed hour. Maurice' new BMW SUV fit in with the other executives' cars. His boss, Bill, drove a Mercedes SUV, one drove a Porsche SUV and yet another drove a new Land Rover. This could turn into another Peyton Place or possibly even the Stepford Wives, but then that's another story.

Dinner was absolutely fabulous. Maurice couldn't remember a meal as good.

There were a total of six couples with Maurice and Miriam being the youngest ones there. The other men were in their late forties and fifties but looked very fit and distinguished. Their wives were all younger, beautiful blondes.

"I certainly wouldn't kick any of them out of my bed," thought Maurice.

The host, Tommy Thompson, had quite a reputation. He had been known as "Tommy Gun" or "The Thompson Submachine Gun" when he was younger.

Tommy Gun could still give even Hugh Hefner a run for the money in the lovemaking department. It was rumored that he could still stay hard all night long driving all the women crazy.

Tommy Gun cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began. "As we do the first Saturday night of every month, my wife and the other girls will go next door and take off their panties. They'll put them in this jar. The guys get to select their partner for the night by pulling a pair of panties out of the jar. It's really only a cookie jar but I call it my "Nookie" jar. See the little kitty cat on the side? A little pussy never hurt anybody. Come on now, Ladies, step right next door and take off those pretty little panties for us. Don't be long now, ya hear?"

"Oh," Ol' Man Thompson continued. "One last thing. We have a special guest tonight to take my place. It was tough for me to sit this one out tonight especially with some fresh meat, I mean Maurice and Miriam." Everybody chuckled, even Maurice and Miriam. Mr. Thompson was always such a riot!

"Please welcome a good friend of mine and our newest client, Jefferson Taylor."

Everybody applauded as a well-dressed, muscular black man entered the room. Maurice recognized the black man from the football field. Jefferson played professional football for the local professional football team. To Miriam, he was just another big black guy.

Jefferson shook hands with all the guys and kissed the ladies. When he came up to Miriam, he held her hand for a little too long for her liking. She immediately began to feel uncomfortable about being around this terrifying black man. Miriam didn't consider herself prejudiced but she hadn't grown up with any Negroes. Her daddy still called them "Darkies."

The large black man leaned over and kissed Miriam on the cheek. When he straightened back up, he asked the pretty blonde wife, "What perfume are you wearing tonight, my Dear?"

"It's White Shoulders," Miriam replied.

"You smell very nice," the black pro football player said as he stroked her smooth, bare white shoulder. "Very nice!"

"Thank you," was all that Miriam could murmur. A tingle went up and down her spine.

"I prefer that my women wear White Shoulders and nothing else. Will you do that for me tonight?"

The pretty blonde wife blushed. She felt like a young school girl on a date with an older, more experienced lover.

The ladies went into the parlor while the men stayed in the den smoking their illegal Cuban cigars and talking sports with Jefferson. There was so much testosterone in the room that one could even cut it with a knife.

In the next room, Evelyn Thomas started off by saying, "Come on, ladies. Let's get those little panties off." The former Miss Alabama started it off by lifting the hem of her own dress and slipping off a pair of lacy, black thong silk panties and stuffing them into the jar.

The others followed suit so Miriam took off her new, little black bikini panties. The area that should have been hiding her sex was so sheer that her blonde pussy hair would have even shown through. Miriam also put her panties into the jar. Now all the wives were pantiless.

The ladies came back into the den.

Tommy Gun started again, "Oh how much I would pay to get into any of these panties when I was younger. Now I really prefer watching all the lovely ladies in action and getting my jollies off that way. I've being called a "pervert" on more than one occasion. Tonight, I'll be manning the video camera to capture all of the hot action.

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