Author's note: WARNING At the request of several of my readers, I've been asked to "venture out there" and do a realistic story and portrayal of another group of characters. This story includes a lot of "group" sex, much of which will include bi-sexual relations and situations. In other words, both FF as well as MM sexual activity. As such, I have stated here in this note that if Bi-sexuality isn't your cup of tea, then neither is this story. Thus I would invite you to by-pass this one and go on to something else as opposed to starting to read, only to discover it has bi-sexual situations throughout this entire story line.
Jack and Doris had recently moved into their new home. At thirty-three and thirty-one respectively, Jack was a typical up and coming executive. His recent promotion at the firm had nearly doubled his wages, but in addition to that, he and Doris had been put on an exclusive waiting list into a secure gated community where many others of his firm lived.
To their surprise, not long after his promotion, the offer for them to move had come through. Just being in such an exclusive and safe neighborhood might have been reason enough, but the house itself was twice the size of the one they'd been living in.
It was essentially a dream come true for the both of them, though it ... like anything else, had come with a price along the way.
Early on Jack had been "informed" that there were certain aspects and requirements about the job that sometimes crossed the proverbial line. But that was business, and it wasn't something that everyone else wasn't doing either. When at last the specifics of what that actually meant finally came out, Jack was forced into a decision. He would either find himself on the fast track of promotion, or whither away on the vine of up and coming sales personnel that didn't have such qualms.
What made things slightly easier for him, was the fact that he and Doris had the kind of relationship that was always close, and always informative in their communications. He'd never once hidden anything from her, nor she him. No matter what. And as they both soon learned, this was one of those times. Even then, Jack was still nervous about discussing it with his wife on his arrival home. But discuss it they must. An answer and a decision needed to be made the following Monday morning.
One of the other things Jack most loved about his wife was her open-minded attitude about most anything. They could certainly talk about anything, and had. There were even a few things, a few parties they'd gone to, together that had turned out to be a lot more than what was initially expected. Even those, they'd taken the time to discuss a lone before doing anything. The results of which ended up being one hell of an erotic memory for the both of them.
The fact that Doris was damn fucking attractive didn't hurt either. He was almost more than half-sure it was his wife's beauty that had helped in making him one of the three finalists for the position of Direct Sale's Manager for the particular team he was on. The only person he'd be reporting to would be Bob Edwards. And Bob Edwards only reported to the CEO, Mike Donnelly.
Though Doris was thirty-one, she certainly didn't look like it. She looked far younger, more like twenty-four, perhaps twenty-five. And as Bob Edwards himself was married to a woman almost twenty years younger, it wasn't at all surprising that he had a thing for younger, more attractive looking women. Doris wore her dark brown hair reasonably long, down to her shoulders. Next to her eyes and lips, she liked the way it framed her near oval face, once more giving her that much younger sort of look. Though Jack was also sure, it didn't hurt that his wife also had a nice rack that she wasn't too shy about showing off on occasion. Her breasts might not have been gigantic, or even close to that, but they were certainly more than a handful, and he'd caught both Bob as well as Mike staring at them on more than one occasion.
"So, how'd it go? What did they say?" Doris asked when Jack had come home that evening, a week before accepting the offer.
Jack explained everything to her, short of the rather unsubtle innuendos that he'd also been given. One of the few, yet very important mandates that had been stressed, was that anything, short of something illegal, was expected. Whatever it took to land a potential client, especially when profits were in the millions, meant just that. Whatever it took to do it. Period. And then Bob had given him a primary example.
"Anyway, after he told me that, I knew right then and there we needed to discuss this tonight so that I could give them my decision come Monday morning. I didn't want you hearing it from anyone else for one thing, and I didn't want to try hiding anything from you either. Like I said, even Bob said those kinds of situations are rare, and not generally the rule of things. But they do happen, and that I ... or rather we, needed to be prepared for that."
Doris sat back thinking about it. They had come so far, and so fast. She wasn't a prude by any means, and she certainly trusted her husband implicitly. In addition to that, she also wasn't naive enough to think that, this was indeed how BIG business, and how many corporations were run. It was all part of the game. If they turned the offer down, it wouldn't be long before Jack would be looking for another job somewhere else, and by then ... chances were, the word would be out about him, about them. That neither one of them were team players. Even the competition seemed to share those facts about previous employees. If they were to have any chance of starting over again, they'd probably have to move out of state. And even then, the odds were they could end up right where they were now at some point.
"What do you think? You tell me honey. If it was required, and if it meant closing the deal so to speak, would you be willing to fuck, or even suck some client just to ensure that?"
"As long as you were ok with it, and knew about it, yes. That's the one thing we've always promised one another from the very beginning, that we'd never cheat on one another, or run around behind one another's backs. As long as we're both fully aware of any given situation, and in agreement with it, then yes ... I could do that." Jack then paused looking at his wife. He knew there might indeed be situations involving her as well, and how would she then feel if that were to happen. "And what about you?"
"Same, same." Doris agreed. "As long as we both knew before hand the possibilities I think. I mean obviously, if you are trying to close a deal over dinner, and then it's suddenly suggested that you go up to a clients room for drinks afterwards, and that things are meant to go elsewhere from there. I wouldn't expect you to suddenly pick up the phone and call me, and ask if it's ok if you fuck someone. But I would expect you to tell me about it as soon as possible afterwards. Does that sound fair?"
"More than. And same for you too," Jack told his wife. Though hopefully there wouldn't be too many situations that would have Doris being faced with a situation like that without his being around.
"Oh, and one more thing," Doris told him. "I don't care if it's even a deal breaker. Unless she's got a certificate of health in her purse, you use a condom. No exceptions. And same thing here."
Jack laughed. "Guess I'd better stock up on supplies then hadn't I?"
"Does that mean you're going to accept the promotion?"
"I guess it does, yes."
"Well in that case, come over here and fuck me. At least you don't need a condom for that."
Jack was leader of the Orange team, essentially working on those projects that had anything to do with commercial buildings and properties. There was also a Blue team, made up much like his own team, who primarily dealt with vacation or resort properties. The Green team focused on environmental issues, that and securing future properties for possible development. Jack's boss, Bob ... along with each one of the other team directors composed what was called the Red team. Though they only got together and became involved as a unit when the situation called for extraordinary measures. Any one of the teams could be called in for support in those instances, just depending upon the circumstances.
Such was a particular situation when Alan Gant, a high profile commercial business mogul, had entertained hiring the firm. There was only one other firm likewise involved in the various bids for a rather large shopping complex, and Bob had been called in to head up the Red team, along with Jack and his group because of it.
They had just come out of a very long, four-hour presentation with Alan and his people. For the most part, Jack felt confident they had a slight edge, but that of course wasn't quite good enough. Bob wanted this thing sewed up, and put to bed ... soon.
Jack had walked out of the meeting room heading back to his office when Bob caught up with him.
"I hope you don't have any plans for this evening," he was informed, which luckily, he didn't.
"Why? What's up?" He'd asked.
"Alan's going to be staying here for one more night. He's currently booked in a suite at the Marriot, and is looking for some companionship during dinner tonight."
"Who all's going to be there?" Jack asked. Bob smiled. It was one of his patented almost devious looks that he gave anyone whenever he wanted or needed something done that was highly important. For the past thirty days, Jack hadn't found himself in one of those "whatever it takes" situations, until now.
.... There is more of this story ...