Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, MaleDom, Light Bond, Swinging, Gang Bang, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Childhood sweethearts marry and after college the husband gets his dream job. He is soon offered a big promotion and a huge increase in salary. There is a catch. His wife must make herself available to the company executives. This was originally written as a story, a sequel and two standalone stories that somehow ended up as part of the original story. They have all been combined here.
It kind of started yesterday. Brad came home from work and it was obvious that there was something on his mind. He tried not to let it show. But he was obviously very distracted. At times he almost seemed like he was mad about something. He insisted that there was nothing wrong, nothing bothering him. But I didn't need to be clairvoyant to see that something was upsetting him.
Brad was my first and only boyfriend. We grew up next door to each other in a quiet, older neighborhood in a medium sized town in the Midwest. We really pissed off both sets of our parents when we got married. I was only sixteen. Brad just turned eighteen and was about to leave for college.
We'd been friends since we were infants. But our close friendship evolved. It somehow turned into love right around the time I was fourteen and he was sixteen, though it would be difficult to pinpoint when that happened or when we first realized it.
We weren't allowed to date, of course. I was too young. My parents had made it clear from the time that I first noticed that boys are different than girls and I came to realize that I like the difference that I wasn't going to be allowed to date until I was sixteen.
It only complicated things even more that the boy I wanted to date was two years older than me. So even though my parents knew and liked Brad, dating him would have been out of the question. We spent all of our time together, though. As long as we didn't call it a date our parents didn't say anything.
Our parents weren't fooled when I went to the movies with 'my friend Brad' on a Saturday evening. They didn't say anything when we went to a school dance alone but came home together. They were clearly concerned. But they didn't say anything. Not really. There were veiled warnings about being too young and how a girl my age could get hurt. But they never came right out and told me I couldn't do things with Brad.
Long before we became sexually active I started to give him little impromptu shows at night. My bedroom window faced his across our driveways. The shows started one night when I went upstairs to get ready for bed. I conveniently "forgot" to close my blinds. I'll never forget that first time. I can still remember vividly how exciting it was. What girl can forget the first time a boy sees her naked?
I had gone to my room to get ready for bed. As usual, I went toward the window to close my blinds. I saw Brad in his room across the way and the idea just hit me. I have no idea where it came from.
I'll admit that I sometimes played with my eager little pussy at night and thought of what it would be like to be seen naked by a boy, especially if that boy was Brad. It was just an idle fantasy, though. I didn't think about really doing it! That would be much too embarrassing.
For some reason, this night, as I moved around my room I thought seriously about what it would be like to actually do it. Just the idea of it took my breath away. At first I reasoned that there was no possible way. It would be much too embarrassing. But the other half of my hormone racked brain really wanted to do it. Before I knew it I was compromising with myself. I thought that it would be just as exciting but slightly less embarrassing if I just stripped down to my underwear. I knew enough about boys to know that Brad would enjoy it if I did. The idea of inciting lust in my boyfriend had an awful lot of appeal.
I avoided looking at my window or even moving close to it. I made believe that I didn't see Brad in his room across the narrow space separating our houses. I didn't have to look. I knew he'd be watching me, probably hoping I'd look up, smile and wave goodnight.
I fiddled around in my room, acting as if I was looking for something. I still didn't know for certain that I intended to do it. I still didn't think I had the nerve. I was just wondering what it would be like and if I could actually work up the nerve, maybe not tonight, but someday. I wasn't really planning to take my clothes off with my blinds open. Not until I actually found myself beginning to undress.
I was careful not to take my clothes off like I was doing it for his benefit. But it was almost impossible to act calm. I was so excited that I was having trouble drawing a deep breath!
I attempted, as much as possible, to undress the same way that I did every night. I thought it unlikely that he could see how badly my hands were shaking from where he was. It seems a little silly now. But in my mind I needed him to believe that it was an accident. I certainly wasn't the kind of girl to do something like this on purpose!
I took off my t-shirt and tossed it on the bed. I didn't pass out from the excitement, so I took my shorts off and walked around in my underwear for a moment. The sound of heart beating was so loud in my ears that I wouldn't have heard a train go by outside. I was parading around in my bra and panties ... IN FRONT OF A BOY!!
IT WAS FOR REAL THIS TIME!! I wasn't lying in bed imagining it! Brad could see me in my underwear!
I was about a second and a half away from an orgasm just from standing in my bedroom in my underwear! It was even more exciting than I imagined it would be! I suppose that's why I didn't stop there. I don't remember actually deciding to finish undressing. But I suddenly knew that I was going to.
It took a few minutes to finally get up the nerve to take off my bra. I was a bit surprised when I realized how very much I wanted to expose my body to my boyfriend now that I'd gone that far. But baring my breasts was a huge step. I really had to talk myself into it. It was almost like I had to do it then. I somehow got it in my head that if I didn't finish getting undressed he would know that my impromptu strip show was intentional. I couldn't permit that!
I was so nervous! My hands were shaking so violently I was afraid that he could see them. I stood with my back to the window. I reached behind my back and struggled for far too long with the hooks holding my bra closed. They finally came loose and I let it slide off of my shoulders and down my arms.
TOPLESS!! Just the word was making my heart beat faster. My back was still to the window. But I was topless. I was standing where my favorite member of the opposite sex could see me and the only thing I was wearing now was a pair of panties. God I felt hot! My skin tingled like never before. It was as though I could feel every pore!
I was taking too long to turn around and I knew it. If I didn't turn and face the window soon it wasn't going to look like I had forgotten to close my blinds. He was going to know. I was, in a strange way, trapped into showing my breasts to Brad by my own strange behavior.
When I finally screwed up my courage and turned around to drop my bra on the bed I noticed that Brad had turned off his light. I could no longer see him. But I knew that he was sitting in the dark watching me.
I dropped my bra on the bed and massaged my breasts in exactly the same manner I do every time I remove my bra. But this time it was different. This time someone was watching. As I gently massaged my breasts, almost overwhelmed by my own excitement, I couldn't help thinking about Brad's reaction. Just imagining how excited he must be, sitting in his darkened bedroom and watching a girl undress for the first time, almost made me wish he was here in the room with me; as scary as that thought was.
A huge chill ran down my spine. I shivered with excitement as I suddenly wondered if he was touching himself. God! That would be so hot!! I hope he is!
My breasts always enjoy that first moment or two of freedom when they're released from captivity. But this evening they seemed to be throbbing. My nipples were harder than I could ever remember them being before.
In the past, when I imagined undressing in front of a boy, I knew it was going to be exciting. But I had no idea it would be like this! The excitement wasn't just in my mind. My body was nearly out of control. Now for the grand finale!
I could almost feel Brad watching me as I slid my plain, pink nylon panties off and dropped them on the bed with the rest of my clothes.
I had done it! I was naked in front of a boy! Sure. He was fifty feet away and watching through his window and my window. But he can see me. I was naked in front of the boy I love! I could only imagine how excited he was. And believe me I did. But I knew exactly how excited I was!
My hands were shaking. The skin all over my body was tingling. I had an indescribable feeling in my belly and my nipples were so hard that they hurt. I felt myself turning red from my forehead all the way down to the tops of my breasts. I was on the verge of an orgasm just from the thrill of being naked in front of a boy!
That's not an exaggeration. I was literally on the verge of having an orgasm from the knowledge that a boy could see me naked!
I picked up the clothing I had just removed and tried to act casual as I walked over to my hamper and dropped them in. The blood was roaring in my ears and my heart was racing. I wanted to stay this way for much longer. I wanted him to watch me and want me. The excitement I felt was like a drug.
Unfortunately I couldn't think of any excuse not to get ready for bed. I still felt the need to act as if I didn't know I was being watched. I might have had better luck thinking of some excuse to dawdle if the blood wasn't rushing around in my body so. As it was I just couldn't think. I only knew that I loved the excitement that had me in its grip and I never wanted it to end.
I reluctantly went to my dresser. I bent over, well aware of the view I was presenting to him. I pulled out clean panties and pulled them on as casually as I could. I dug out a sleep-shirt and put it on. I pulled my covers down and stretched out on my bed. As I lay down my sleep-shirt slid up, uncovering most of my butt. My panties were exposed and I lay there like that for a little while, pretending that I was reading my book.
I wasn't reading. I couldn't concentrate. I was much too excited to read. I couldn't even see the words on the page!
I kept up the pretense for a long time that evening. Finally I turned my light out and lay in the dark. I immediately began to masturbate furiously. As I did I was certain that Brad was doing the same. But as exciting as the idea was that he was masturbating to mental images of me stripping in front of him, that wasn't what excited me the most.
A boy just saw me naked!! He saw my breasts and my pussy and my ass. He saw all of those intimate parts of my body that I've guarded so closely for so long. Naked! Even the word brought me to the edge of orgasm!
Over the next ... I have no idea how long, at least an hour, I enjoyed countless earth shattering orgasms before I exhausted myself and I was finally able to calm down enough to go to sleep that night.
That was the first time. The following night I went through that same debate with myself. I struggled once again to build up the nerve to undress with my boyfriend watching. But it was easier the second time. It was easier because the only thing on my mind all day long had been the excitement I experienced undressing with my blinds open.
It was just as exciting the second time I did it. After that there was no more debate. I did it every night. And each night I would become incredibly aroused as I slowly undressed in front of my window because I knew that Brad was watching. I would become so aroused that I could almost not breathe.
Every time I did it I tried to imagine what was going through his mind. I couldn't help but wonder what effect watching me was having on him. Every night I took off my clothes and moved around my room, dragging out the time I spent naked for as long as possible.
I knew that he was watching. And he knew that I knew. He may not have realized it the first night. But when I did it again the next night he had to know that it wasn't an accident. Not two nights in a row.
It was wonderfully exciting for both of us. I don't know it for a fact. Psychology is not my forte. But I suspect that's why, after all of these years, we are both still so fond of, and still turned on by our mutual enjoyment of my exhibitionistic tendencies.
I really can't say if I was putting on those shows because I'm an exhibitionist, or if I became an exhibitionist because I so enjoyed putting on those shows for him. Whatever the reason, exhibitionism is still a large part of our sex lives now, nearly eight years later.
We didn't mention those little shows at first. I was too embarrassed to talk about them the first few times. After that first show, when we met outside to walk to school together the next morning, Brad was all over me. He didn't say why and I didn't ask. I didn't need to ask. I knew why he was so excited.
Later he admitted that he didn't say anything because he hoped that I'd do it again. He wasn't certain I'd done it on purpose. But whether it was on purpose or absent mindedness, he had been as excited as I was and he was afraid that if he mentioned it I'd feel obligated to close my blinds from then on.
Of course, when I did it again the next night there could no longer be any question about it being an accident. But I still acted like I didn't know he was watching. And he still avoided mention of it the next day for fear that talking about it would break the spell.
We went on like that, not talking about the most important thing that was happening in our lives, for about a week. I think we were both afraid that if we said something it would ruin the experience. It would be somehow less exciting if we acknowledged that I was stripping for his viewing pleasure every night. Although, to be honest, my little striptease shows probably excited me more than they did him.
When we finally did start to talk about what I was doing it seemed like I was more embarrassed to be talking about it than I was about actually doing it. Once we got past the initial nervousness, though, we enjoyed talking about it, too. And joking about it, kidding about how hot it made us. And we enjoyed reliving it as we slowly walked to school wrapped in each other's arms.
Brad finally got a car several months after I started putting on my little shows. That was when we started moving toward the inevitable sex act. All of those evenings of undressing in front of him were just foreplay leading inexorably toward our first time.
First there were the many evenings spent kissing and touching. I found that I loved being touched. It was even more exciting than being looked at. It was every bit as exciting as I imagined that it would be. I loved touching him, too. I knew that I was going to.
I knew a lot of girls who were put off by a guy's dick. Girls get pretty candid in their conversations when there aren't any boys around. Some girls didn't want to see a dick or touch one. They were really intimidated by male sex organs. Some girls thought they were nasty and ugly and couldn't understand how any girl could find them appealing.
I had only seen Brad's and so I had nothing with which to compare it. But I loved his. I loved the way it looked and the way that it felt. And before long I discovered that I love the way that it tastes.
I felt sorry for those girls who don't appreciate the eroticism of the male sex organ. They don't know what they were missing. Watching a boy react to your touch, realizing the power you have over a big, strong male and enjoying being able to cause him so much pleasure, to me that's irresistible.
It was months before we actually had intercourse in the back seat of his car. We were both eager, but nervous. He didn't want to hurt me. I didn't want to be hurt. And neither of us wanted me pregnant, at least not yet. We both hated the idea of condoms. So I found out from a friend what I would have to do to get on the pill.
I was nervous and embarrassed. But I was determined. I went to a family planning clinic. They tried very hard to talk me out of it since I wasn't even fifteen yet. But in the end, reluctantly, they gave me a prescription without notifying my parents.
For the next year and a half we put that poor little pill to the test, big time! Every chance we got we had sex. If his parents weren't home we used his bed. If my parents weren't home we used my bed. But more often than not we used the back seat of his car. The back seat of a car is probably the worst place in the world to have sex. So you know it was true love.
Shortly after Brad and I were married, he went away to Notre Dame on a full scholastic scholarship. I remained behind to finish high school. I graduated two years later and attended Middlebury College, also on a full scholarship.
I did all of those things which were necessary to earn my degree. I suppose that I rounded out my education. That's a good thing. But since I never actually planned to have a career it served no other purpose except, I suppose, to better prepare me to hold my own in a conversation with the new circle of friends that Brad and I began to accumulate as time went on.
Brad was hired by J.A.M. Aluminum after he graduated. He chose that job for two reasons. It was a wonderful job with a lot of potential for advancement. And he would be near to me while I was going to college in Middlebury. For the first time since getting married we would be able to live together as man and wife.
It was a very exciting time in our lives. I was a good student. I've always liked school. I was able to do very well without putting too much time or effort into my studies. For that reason we had time for a very active social life.
Brad's office seemed to have a lot of executive parties and get-togethers, formal and informal. They were a nice bunch of people. We enjoyed them a lot. According to Brad I made a very good impression on his co-workers, too.
Brad is very handsome and I'm not just saying that because I love him. He is also very intelligent and an extremely personable young man. He was very highly thought of at work and he was obviously on the fast track. I heard that from all the people he worked with.
For the first two years after we set up housekeeping we had two sets of friends. We had his friends at work and my friends from school. We had very few friends who crossed over. Our friends from J.A.M. were a bit older and more mature. Our friends from school were, well, let me be generous and say slightly less mature.
It didn't matter, though. We enjoyed being with both sets of people and our social life was pretty active. There was something that we did, twice actually, with my school friends, that we never even considered with the people from Brad's job. We had threesomes. Well, we did it more than twice. But we only did it with two people.
The first time it was sort of an accident. We threw a big party at our house. As usual, I wore something sexy and revealing and I flirted shamelessly with the guys all evening.
Brad became so horny from watching me, and I was so horny from doing it, that we literally couldn't wait for the party to end and all the guests to leave. We snuck upstairs late in the evening and we were making out on our bed while the party was still going on.
We were going at it hot and heavy for several minutes before we realized that we were being watched. A good friend of ours, Bob Usher, had been unable to wait for the bathroom downstairs to open up. He came up to use the upstairs bathroom. When he discovered that it, too, was occupied, he went down the hall to our bedroom and used our master bathroom. Brad and I had rushed into our bedroom and started going at it, not realizing that someone was in our bathroom.
When Bob opened the door after he finished in the bathroom he saw Brad and I doing some serious making out. My breasts were exposed. My skirt was up to my waist and Brad was doing an excellent job of eating me out. He was only minutes away from getting on top of me and giving me the good pounding that I really needed right then.
I saw Bob before Brad did. For some reason, though, I didn't freak out when I saw him. In fact, I just smiled at him. Brad saw my reaction and then he saw who I was smiling at. He stopped eating me long enough to smile at Bob, too.
Bob took that as permission. I guess he did, because he didn't leave. He moved closer and stared down at my exposed body. I can't explain why we all did what we did next so I won't try. I will just try to describe the events as best I can remember them.
I was already very excited from flirting and showing off all evening. Now Brad was eating my sopping wet pussy and we were both getting off on the idea that a friend of ours was standing at the edge of our bed watching closely.
I reached out, took Bob's hand and pulled him closer. When I did, he bent down and started kissing me and touching my breasts. It was the first time anyone but Brad had ever touched my breasts or seen them close up and naked. I immediately had an orgasm from all of the stimulation.
But Brad didn't stop. He just kept on eating my pussy like a madman.
Bob kept kissing me and soon he was kissing and sucking my nipples. Without even thinking about it I reached out my hand and started rubbing his cock through his pants. I had never touched any cock but Brad's. The very idea of it was extremely exciting. I was holding a friend's cock in my hand while he was kissing my tits and my husband was eating my pussy and watching me!
How fucking hot is that!
There was no plan. Neither of us knew that this was going to happen. It was just happening and it was exciting. We were thinking with our sex organs and just going with it.
I started struggling with Bob's zipper. I wasn't having a lot of success. Unzipping a guy's fly isn't easy with just one hand. Sensing my frustration, Bob reached down without removing his lips from my nipple. He quickly unfastened his belt and his pants and slid them out of the way, his shorts along with them.
I reached out again and put my hand around the hot, soft flesh of his steel hard cock and using it as a handle I pulled him up onto the bed. I carefully guided him close enough that I could see, and then taste him.
He straightened up suddenly when I wrapped my lips around his cock, but his hand never left my breasts. I hungrily took him into my mouth. While I sucked the first cock I ever sucked that was not Brad's I was looking my husband right in the eyes. I saw that he was just as excited as I was about it. To be honest, though, I was so fucking turned on right then that I probably could not have stopped if he looked upset.
He wasn't upset. He was very turned on. He stopped eating me and quickly wrestled his pants and his underwear off. He got back on the bed and lifted my legs. With my legs pointed straight up at the ceiling he inched closer and I guided his hard cock into my very wet pussy. He immediately started fucking me violently. God it was fantastic! I've always felt free to let myself go with Brad. But I don't think I've ever let myself go this far. No. I know I haven't. I was behaving like a total slut and it turned out that I loved it!!
I came as soon as his cock entered me. I kept cumming, one massive orgasm after another while he continued fucking me violently and I sucked on Bob's cock like a crazy woman.
Bob was picking up speed in my mouth. Brad was squeezing one of my tits and Bob was squeezing the other. I was looking up at the two, strong, handsome men that were fucking me and I was still having one earth shaking, life altering orgasm after another!
Bob came first. He filled my mouth with his cum. I was surprised at how much different it tasted than Brad's cum. It didn't taste bad. Not really. I've found that cum is an acquired taste. You just have to get used to it, like coffee or gin. Once you get used to the bitter flavor you come to enjoy it. Not because it's delicious. It isn't. But because of what it represents.
For me it's very exciting. I love it when Brad cums in my mouth. Cum is still not the most delicious taste treat in the world. But the idea of having a man cum in my mouth is almost exciting enough to make me climax just thinking about it.
I moaned around Bob's cock while he emptied his balls into my mouth. His body tensed up. He held my head tight with one hand and squeezed the hell out of my tit with the other.
I swallowed Bob's hot cum and then I held his cock in my mouth until Brad came in my pussy a minute or two later.
I felt like a huge slut, getting fucked by two men at the same time. And god how I loved it!
After Brad filled me with cum he remained there with his cock buried in my pussy until he lost his erection. He pulled his cock out of me in slow motion and gently lowered my legs back down onto the bed. I lay there as limp as a rag doll, unable to move a muscle.
He moved up and lay down beside me. Bob stretched out on the other side.
Still no one spoke. Not a word had been spoken since Bob stepped out of our bathroom. Brad gently turned my face until our eyes met. He did something then that shocked the hell out of me; something I would never have expected him to do after watching our friend cum in my mouth. He kissed me passionately while Bob continued to run his hands lightly over my all but naked body.
When we broke the kiss I looked him in the eye, looking for any sign of regret, jealousy, whatever. I saw none of those things. He relaxed beside me and his hand joined Bob's in gently teasing my body while the three of us finally began to talk quietly.
Neither of us was stone sober. But we hadn't had so much to drink that alcohol could take all the blame for what just happened. As we talked, though, we came to realize that there was no blame. There was no reason for what we did. It just happened.
None of us seemed to feel that we did anything that we needed to apologize for, either. We all enjoyed what just occurred so spontaneously and there were no hard feelings or even any discomfort or embarrassment. It was an accident. But it was a very exciting one. We all enjoyed it.
I was starting to get turned on again. I tried to tell them that if they didn't stop what they were doing with their hands I would not be responsible for whoever got raped next.
The guys laughed and Brad said, "I don't think it would be fair to let Bob leave here without trying out some of that hot pussy of yours. I would hate it if he got the impression that I'm a bad host."
I had been holding both men's soft cocks in my hands while they caressed my breasts and my dripping pussy. Both cocks were beginning to twitch and come back to life.
I looked at Brad and asked, "Honey, are you sure? The blowjob was a wonderful accident. If I fuck him it's going to be on purpose."
Brad smiled and said, "I just learned that I love watching you in action. But you have to promise not to hurt him."
Bob's cock was fully erect now. He said, "I'm not afraid. If you would prefer, though, I can make it look like an accident. I could pretend to fall down and make believe that I didn't know that she was there."
I grinned at our friend's silly joke. I pulled him closer and kissed him. He made no effort to defend his honor.
I eagerly pulled him up on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing against my belly. I was about to feel another man's hard cock in my pussy for the first time. Just the anticipation was almost enough to give me an orgasm. It isn't that his cock was much different from Brad's. It's just the idea that I'm about to experience having a different cock inside of me that's so thrilling.
I reached down and lined his cock up. It was so fucking exciting, having a cock that wasn't Brad's enter my pussy for the first time. I was already turned on from all of the touching. I was so excited that I had my first orgasm after just a few short minutes of violent thrusting.
Brad started kissing me while Bob was fucking me and both of them started teasing my breasts again. It's a good thing that one of them was kissing me at all times. I started having loud, screaming orgasms as they took turns kissing me passionately. I screamed into Bob's mouth and then they changed off and I screamed into Brad's mouth. The people who were still at the party would have been running up the stairs to look for the woman being murdered if the guys hadn't been suppressing my screams with their lips.
Bob came again, surprisingly quickly since I just sucked him off minutes earlier. But he lasted long enough that I enjoyed several more orgasms while he fucked me. As soon as Bob pulled out of me and rolled to his side I got up on my knees and sucked Brad to a second orgasm while Bob watched and played with my ass.
Brad came very quickly, too. I guess there was no denying that he enjoyed the show I just put on with our friend.
We all rested for a moment after I sucked Brad off. It took us a few minutes to get our breath back. Once I caught my breath I got up and made my way to the bathroom on very shaky legs. I took my time and got cleaned up while the guys dressed and returned to the party. After I let the cum from two different men drain out of my pussy into the toilet, washed myself off and brushed my teeth, I went back out and sat on my bed to rest for a minute and to regain my composure.
I could still smell the strong aroma of sex in the room. I realized that I was not getting myself much more composed as I sat there smelling the strong scent of virile male cum in the air and picturing what just happened, replaying it in my dirty mind. I began to wish that Brad had waited for me. I was ready to play some more!
I finally got up, dressed and went downstairs. I found Brad and Bob together having a drink. Brad handed me a drink that he had ready and waiting for me. I sipped the drink and thanked him. Then I kissed both men and started circulating among the remaining guests.
It was starting to get late and some of the few remaining guests were pretty drunk. I arranged for them to either get a taxi or camp out somewhere in the house until they sobered up enough to drive back to campus or wherever they lived. It was another hour before things were quiet and everyone was either gone or down for the night. The only people left standing were Bob, Brad and me.
I knew that Bob was not too drunk to drive and I wondered if he and Brad had decided to go for a rematch. I didn't have to wonder how I felt about that idea. It was late and I was tired. But I wasn't too tired to try to recapture the excitement of what we did together an hour or so ago.
I saw Brad and Bob put their drinks down. Brad went to the door and locked it. Both men came over to where I was gathering empty drinks, just starting to clean up. Brad put his arms around me and said, "Leave that for tomorrow. Bob has agreed to stay and help us clean up in the morning."
I kissed Brad and then I grabbed both of them by the belt and pulled them to the stairs. I had no intention of playing coy. I didn't want there to be any question in anyone's mind about how I felt about what we were about to do.
I didn't have to pull hard. I was one step in front of them as I climbed the stairs. I felt each of them put a hand on my leg and work it up under my skirt until each of them was holding a cheek by the time we got to the top of the stairs. It was a wonderfully sexy sensation.
We all undressed as soon as we were safely locked in our bedroom. It had only been an hour since Bob first saw me naked and had sex with me. The experience is still fresh and new so the act of undressing in front of him and my husband was a huge turn on.
This time we took our time and did it right. I think the first time may have been more exciting. The first time for everything is usually the most exciting, isn't it? But the difference between the first time and this time was barely measureable. Bob was still only the second man to see me naked and it only just happened. The excitement of it was still intense.
We did a little of just about everything that night. Despite being tired and a little bit tipsy, or maybe for those reasons, we had a ball. It was an hour of pure sex for the sake of sex and it was great for all of us. I couldn't even guess how many orgasms we enjoyed before we finally fell asleep in a tangled, sweaty mass of intermingled body parts.
The next day, true to their word, the two guys helped me clean up, as did one of the girls who passed out in one of our spare bedrooms. It only took a couple of hours. Trust me. A couple of hours to clean up after twenty drunken college kids, that's making good time!
I made breakfast for the four of us after we finished the clean up. And then, finally, everyone was gone. It was just Brad and me, alone at last.
We didn't know quite what to say to each other. We both realized that we enjoyed the things that we did last night tremendously. We both knew without having to say it that there were no hurt feelings, there was no jealously.
But a line had been crossed. What we didn't know was where do we go from here? Did we want to do it again? Did we want to do it with someone else?
I knew it wasn't fair to Brad. But when it came up in the conversation I discovered that I had serious reservations about having a threesome with another girl. It wasn't that I had any objections to experimenting with another woman. I'd be lying if I said that I'd never thought about it. I've read about it. I know girls who claim to be bisexual and in candid conversation they've been quite frank about their opinion that every woman should at least try it.
I knew even as I voiced my objections to Brad that I was being unreasonable. I guess maybe I wasn't as secure as I thought I was. But not only did Brad understand, he insisted that he was happier with the arrangement that we had last night. He claimed that he didn't want all the pressure of having to satisfy two women.
We both realized that between us I was the more exhibitionistic and he the more voyeuristic. We knew each other well enough to realize that was a large part of the enjoyment we got out of what happened last night.
This first experience with taking another man into our bed took place near the end of my sophomore year at Middlebury College. We had another threesome later that year with Bob. Not long after our second threesome, he started getting serious about a girl he was dating. She wasn't quite as open minded as Brad and I and he didn't want to screw it up. We're still friends with Bob. We still see him and the girl who is now his wife, Karen. But it's strictly a platonic relationship now.
It was almost a year after Bob bowed out before we had another threesome. This time we invited a friend over to watch a DVD one evening. We ate dinner and shared a bottle of wine. We were feeling pretty mellow but once again, no one was under the influence.
Our intention when we invited him over was not to seduce him. But the movie was pretty hot and the conversation started getting kind of suggestive. Brad and I glanced at each other from time to time. We both saw where things were going as Jim and I flirted with each other all evening. I think that it came as a big surprise to Jim, though, when it started to go beyond the flirting stage. I guess it never occurred to him that Brad and I aren't all talk.
Jim was nervous at first. He wasn't as self assured as Bob had been. Maybe because he was more sober than Bob was that first time. Or maybe he was nervous because he was almost a virgin. Jim learned a lot that night!
I somehow ended up sitting in his lap and I started teasing him mercilessly. He was obviously afraid that Brad would get upset and kick his ass. Things started to move along pretty quickly when he finally began to realize that Brad was a willing audience.
Jim wasn't as good a lover as Bob. Not at first. I think because he lacked confidence. By the time he left that evening, though, he had gained a lot of confidence and quite a bit of experience.
After that night he came back several times to watch DVDs, whether we had a new one to watch or not! It seemed like every time he came back, every time we did it, it was better. Practice makes perfect?
Still, even though we enjoyed the hell out of what we were doing, we both knew that we had to be careful. It was obvious that Brad was being groomed by his employer for quick progress up the corporate ladder. My reputation was going to be important. And I suppose we were both afraid that if we did it too often it would lose its thrill. At least that was what we told ourselves. So we only did it with those two guys. We didn't do it at all in my senior year.
Then came graduation. It was time to settle down and act like grownups. I became the good little corporate wife. I did some volunteer work in town. I've always been into gymnastics and dance and I continued taking classes.
I enjoy both activities and keep at them. They give me something to do during the day besides watch television. I have long legs and the exercise keeps me limber and slender. As a result of those activities I can still get into some pretty exciting positions!
I'm a little too tall to be competitive. I'm five feet eight inches tall and I weigh a hundred and fifteen pounds. I'm very slender. My breasts are just barely a B cup. Thanks to the workout I get in my two classes I stay in excellent shape.
Since I had so much free time after graduation I began to volunteer to help out with company functions. As a result I've gotten to meet a lot of the senior staff at the plant. I've received some pretty interesting propositions from some of them, too. I quickly became aware that for the most part the senior vice presidents where Brad works are a bunch of horn dogs.
That brings me back to what has been bothering Brad for the last two nights. When he came home from work the next evening he was still obviously upset about something. I'm starting to really worry. I know how much he loves his job and it concerned me that something at work is troubling him this much.
In order to loosen him up, relax him a bit and try to get him to talk about what's bothering him I made him a special dinner and opened a good bottle of wine.
After dinner I cleared off the table and then we sat and talked while we finished off the wine. Brad and I have always told each other everything. I don't want him to feel that he needs to protect me from whatever it is that's on his mind. I finally convinced him that whatever the problem is we can solve it better together. That way he won't have to feel that he has to protect me, an outdated concept of which I'm not that fond to start with.
Brad paused for a few long seconds and then he said, "I've been offered a promotion and a very large raise."
I looked at him, really confused now, and said, "Yeah, I can see where that would be a problem. You aren't going to stand for that are you?!"
He laughed at that and took his last sip of wine. He stared at his empty glass for a moment, then got up and said, "This is going to be a two bottle of wine evening. Hold that thought."
He went to the cabinet, got out another bottle and opened it. He set it aside to let it breathe for a few minutes and he said, "One of the Junior VP slots has recently become vacant. They offered it to me.
"If I accept, my salary will more than double. With bonuses and perks it will more than triple. We'll have the use of a company Cadillac, a new one every year. We'll be able to take company trips. We'll be able to use the company jet when we travel as long as nothing is scheduled for it. My salary will be more than we can spend. And the work; the job that they're offering me is so exciting that it gives me a hard on!"
I waited for the "but" to come. Because I knew there had to be a big one.
He kept hesitating, though. It was obvious that he didn't even want to talk about it. I finally had to ask. "That all sounds wonderful, baby. So what is it you aren't telling me? What's the catch?"
Brad took a deep breath and said, "EPOD is the acronym that they use for it."
There was another long pause. He's apparently going to make me drag this out of him. But before I finally got impatient and asked what the hell EPOD is he continued.
"EPOD is the acronym for Executive Pussy on Demand. If I accept the position you'll have to agree to become a member of a secret society of junior vice president's wives. What it boils down to is that if I accept the job you will, in effect, have to agree to become a call girl.
"Any member of the senior staff will be able to have you, at any time and at any place that they desire. They can call you into the office and fuck you there. They can drop by the house any time, day or night and fuck you here.
"Not only that, but there will be parties every month or two, well, orgies actually, where you will be nothing more than a party favor, you and the other wives. You might also be used from time to time to sweeten deals with clients."
I was surprised to find that I experienced two simultaneous and immediate reactions to what my husband just told me. The first, and more appropriate response, was shock, dismay, maybe even anger.
I'm embarrassed to admit, however, that I'm also aroused by the concept. I don't mean panting, tear my clothes off horny. But as I listened to him tell me what would be required of me in EPOD I recognized that little tingle between my thighs. The concept, in the abstract at least, struck me as quite erotic.
I could just imagine being available to the half dozen older senior vice presidents, the company president, as well as the occasional client. I could imagine it as in fantasize about it. Not that I could see myself actually doing it.
I gratefully accepted when Brad poured us each another glass of wine. Finally I asked, "When were you going to tell me about this?"
He looked at me as if to say, "That's a stupid question!"
But what he said was, "I wasn't going to tell you!"
"What happens if you tell them you aren't interested?" I asked.
Brad shrugged and said, "Nothing, I guess. I don't get the promotion, or the raise, and life goes on."
"But what about when some other position opens up? Will you still be considered?" I asked.
He shrugged and said, "I don't know. I've already gone about as far as I can go without being promoted to junior vice president. Mr. Kennedy told me yesterday that the primary reason they offered me the position is that my work merits a promotion and I'm more than qualified. I'm not being offered the job merely because all of those dirty old men want to get in your pants. That's just a big plus."
"How many other wives are there in EPOD," I asked.
"There are three, Carol Mitchum, Madison Scott, and Grace Davis. You've met Grace."
"Grace Davis! Are you sure? She's been married to Tim for ten years but she still acts like a fucking virgin!"
Brad nodded and said, "Yeah, I was surprised at all three of them actually. I mean, they're all lookers. Well, they're not as hot as you. They're all several years older than you. I suppose I can picture Carol and Madison going along with it. But not Grace! And certainly not their husbands!
"Jeff Mitchum and Carl Scott are two of the biggest stuffed shirts I've ever met. Tim Davis is kind of a wimp. I suppose that I can imagine him doing just about anything to get ahead. I just can't imagine how he got Grace to go along."
I laughed and said, "Maybe she just wanted something she wasn't getting at home."
Brad smiled and shrugged again. But neither one of us believed that. It can only be that she's doing it for the money.
"So you weren't going to tell me? Does that mean you won't consider it?"
Brad looked shocked that I would even ask. "Do you mean that you would consider it?!"
"I don't know. To be honest, when you were telling me what they require of the girls in EPOD I kind of got a tingle out of it. Just the concept, mind you. Not that I actually considered doing it. It could have just been the wine."
I could see that Brad hadn't anticipated this turn in the conversation. He was studying me now, trying to decide what I'm thinking.
"Don't look at me like that! I can see you trying to read my mind. I don't even know what I'm thinking!"
I really didn't, either. I've met all of the senior vice presidents. Several of them have made passes at me, but in a friendly, flirty way. The kind of flirting that you can say no to and just pass it off as a joke. I wasn't offended. In fact, I found it kind of flattering that those older, sophisticated gentlemen find me attractive.
"How much of a raise did you say?"
He looked at me in amazement. Then he answered, "My salary would be $200,000 a year before bonuses and the value of the other perks are added in. With the car and bonuses it comes to well over $300,000 a year, and that's just to start out. It goes up pretty rapidly over the next several years."
He looked at me and exclaimed, "You're really thinking about this!"
I got a little defensive and exclaimed, "No! I'm just exploring our options. I want to know what you know. But what if I was considering it? How would you feel about it?"
He looked at me strangely and said, "I don't know. I never imagined for a second that you'd consider it. I thought you'd be pissed and want me to go kill someone for even suggesting it!"
"How long would I have to be in EPOD?"
The expression on Brad's face was starting to change now. He hadn't even considered accepting. Possibly because he never believed that I'd consider it.
Now, because I didn't dismiss it out of hand he doesn't know what to think. It is, after all, a very large sum of money to pass up and a job that he'd really like to have.
He finally answered, "I suppose that you'd have to remain in EPOD until I'm promoted to senior vice president. Most of the men holding that job now are in their mid to late fifties or early sixties. They might decide to work until they're seventy for all we know. Don't forget, there will be three other junior vice presidents in front of me for promotion. You could be fucking those horny old men for fifteen or twenty years!"
I thought about that for a moment and then I asked, "As long as we don't fuck up, though, you'll be pretty much be guaranteed a promotion to senior VP eventually, right?"
"Yes. I suppose so ... eventually."
"What would you think of me if I said maybe we should talk about it some more, if I said that maybe we should consider it?"
Brad gulped down the last few sips of his wine and poured another glass for both of us. He didn't answer for a minute or two. He became quiet and thoughtful, actually thinking about it for the first time.
After a few minutes he turned to me and said, "You know that you would be nothing more than a call girl. The client list will be small. But still, any one of the senior VPs will be free to come by the house anytime, night or day. They can order you to undress and fuck you, right in front of me if they want to. That doesn't bother you?"
I was embarrassed by my answer. But I have to be honest about this now, or we'll never come to a decision with which we can both be comfortable. I hesitated, trying to think of the best way to answer him. Finally I said, "You know what I was thinking about? I was remembering our threesomes with Bob and Jim.
"I know what you're thinking, Brad. This will be different. But those were some pretty exciting times. I've never had any regrets. Have you? You enjoyed watching me fuck both of them didn't you? That was just sex, just recreational sex.
"I have to be honest, even though the money and the perks are exciting; it isn't those things that made my stomach flip when you were telling me about it. You make a very good salary now. If I agree to do this I won't be doing it for the money.
"We have to try to figure out how you'd feel about me if I agreed to this before I can even begin to make up my mind. If you can't still love me, if you'd be jealous or resentful, then like I said, your current paycheck is just fine with me. We have everything we want or need right now.
"If, on the other hand, you think the idea is kind of hot ... we have something to talk about.
"And don't try to tell me you don't get turned on by the idea of me fucking other men. I've seen you watching when I was doing it! If you think the idea is hot and you're certain that you can still love me and respect me when this is all over, then I have a decision to make. If you have even the slightest doubt, then I don't have a decision to make. In other words, you're going to have to make up my mind for me. I can live with whatever you decide."
Brad was quiet for a few minutes. Finally he sat back in his chair and said, "When Kennedy first called me into his office and made the pitch I was really pissed. I was offended. I was furious that he thought for even a second that you'd permit yourself to be used like that. I had to really struggle to stay calm and not get up and rearrange his face. We had that talk just before I got off work yesterday. You noticed how upset I was."
"But last night," he continued, "when I was lying in bed in the dark, and most of today when I was thinking about it, it kind of turned me on. I didn't want to feel that way. When I realized what I was thinking I felt guilty.
"I spent most of today mad at myself for not being mad at Kennedy. I wasn't thinking about whether or not to tell you, or whether or not to accept. I never even considered accepting. I was thinking about you being their sweet young call girl and having hot, sweaty sex with them whenever they want you.
"Those parties that I told you about, most of the time the husbands are invited. I'd get to watch those men having sex with you. I've been thinking about it in the abstract, though. I've been thinking of the fantasy, not the real thing."
There was another long lull in the conversation while we sat contemplating the strange proposition before us. We sat and sipped our wine until, and I don't know what made me do it, but I slid out of my chair and dropped to my knees in front of Brad. I roughly pulled his light jersey lounging shorts down and off. Then I gave him a loud, raunchy, slutty blowjob.
He liked it. He liked it a lot! I think he climaxed in only about five or six minutes. That's a record for him. He usually lasts a very long time.
As soon as he came he smiled down at me and said, "Get your fucking ass up here, slut!"
He sometimes says the sweetest things!
He pulled me to my feet and moved our glasses and the wine bottle out of the way. After roughly removing my terrycloth shorts he picked me up and dropped me onto the table on my back. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and returned the favor with just as much enthusiasm.
I knew that my pussy was sopping wet before his mouth got anywhere near me. I was only slightly embarrassed when I realized how excited our conversation has made me. Then I remembered how quickly he climaxed in my mouth. It isn't just me! We both feel this way! I'm starting to think that there's a better than even chance I'm about to become a call girl. That thought pushed me right over the edge.
He ate me to several more orgasms until finally I was lying senseless on the table in front of him, unable to move a single muscle. He sat staring at my messy pussy, lightly moving his fingers over my thighs and my stomach, all around that most sensitive area of my body.
As he caressed me he watched my muscles tremble while I slowly came down off of my sex high. He bent down and kissed my pussy gently before helping me back into my chair after spreading my shorts out so I wouldn't leave a spot. He's so considerate!
I took another sip of wine and asked, "When would I start?"
He chuckled and asked, "Are we really going to do this? We're taking a big chance, you know. I love you so much. I'd hate it if you changed. As far as I know I've never met a call girl. But I have the impression that they're kind of cold and don't enjoy sex. I'd hate it if you became like that."
"Couldn't I just be a sexy housewife who's getting a little on the side?"
After another long pause I asked, "What if we agree to do this and then we decide we can't handle it?"
Brad answered, "I don't know. It would be pretty hard to take a demotion and go back to doing my old job. They'll probably fill my position right away. I suspect that we'll probably have to leave the company if it doesn't work out."
"That would be a shame," I said quietly. "I know how much you love working there."
Brad looked at his watch and said, "It's time for bed. Let's sleep on it and decide in the morning. We should probably be sober when we make a decision like this."
I nodded and got to my feet. My legs were still a little wobbly. Brad does such a good job with his tongue. I corked the wine and put it and the glasses up. Then we grabbed our shorts and headed for bed.
We couldn't just go to sleep though. We were both too wound up. We sleep in the nude. There was nothing to get in the way when he started touching me and kissing me. In no time at all we were having our own hot, sweaty sex while imagining the possibilities.
I love sex and I've always been very responsive. If I believed in god I'd thank her every day that I'm not one of those poor women who can't climax from intercourse. I have orgasms every time Brad fucks me. In fact, I usually experience multiple orgasms before he finally reaches his climax.
I outdid myself tonight. I came at least half a dozen times before Brad did. Visions of being a call girl were dancing through my head and they really turned me on. When he finally came I was too tired to go clean up. I thought to myself, "Fuck it, I'll put clean sheets on tomorrow!"
I rolled over and Brad folded his arms around me. He pulled me close and we cuddled, lying in the dark waiting for sleep to come and feeling loved.
It took me a long time to go to sleep that night. I could tell from his breathing that Brad was awake for a long time, too. It didn't take a genius to know what's going through his mind. I lay there with the same images in my mind, smiling because even after two orgasms his still hard cock was nestled reassuringly between the cheeks of my butt.