Chapter 1

My husband Bill and I were on our way to the Henderson’s for dinner. Bob Henderson is the senior partner in the law firm for which my husband works. Like any company, rumors were always circulating before any official announcements were made. The latest rumor was that the firm was looking to make one of their top lawyers a partner. The rumor and the fact that we had never been invited to the Henderson’s home gave us a strong feeling that we had been invited to offer my husband the partnership he had worked so hard for.

We were encouraged when we saw the Bailys and the Carters were also there. John Baily and Dick Carter are the other two partners in the law firm. Bob’s wife Bonnie was hosting the party. I couldn’t call Bonnie Bob’s trophy wife because it was their first marriage, although she was forty and twelve years younger than Bob. I have always admired her poise and eye for fashion. John’s wife, Laura Baily, had dark hair and a slim figure. Jill Carter is blond, and I must admit they were very well preserved for women in their early and mid-forties.

I had met all of them at one time or another at company socials and holiday parties. I found them all to be a pleasant and gracious company. I felt I knew Bonnie the best. She often sat with my husband and me at company parties for a friendly chat.

There was the usual small talk and drinks after we arrived. Dinner was well prepared, and to my surprise, it was prepared by Bob and served by Bonnie and Bob. After dinner, Bill and I were chatting with John and Laura Baily when Bob came over with his wife Bonnie and Jill Carter. He tapped Laura on the shoulder. Laura smiled, put her drink down, and went with Bob and the girls. We continued to talk to John. I figured the girls were off to kitchen duty or some other activity that required the three of them.

Not more than fifteen minutes later, Bob returned with the three wives, Bonnie, Laura, and Jill. He stood behind them and put his hands on Jill and Bonnie’s shoulder. “On your knees, girls.” The three women went to their knees without protest. That’s when I noticed the girls had their hands handcuffed behind their backs. I looked at Dick and John as they sipped their drinks and didn’t seem concerned that their wives were on their knees and handcuffed.

Bob went behind his wife and put his hands on her shoulders, “We like you, Bill. We have been watching you. We all know you work hard, and honestly, you made the boys and me a lot of money. We are a close-knit group. My wife and I select our firm’s partners very carefully.” Bob leaned over and kissed Bonnie’s cheek, “Don’t we, my dear?”

“Yes, Bob, we do.”

“You see, Bill, my wife doesn’t want me to step out on her unless she gets something in return. Therefore, a careful vetting of my partners is in order. I’m allowed to have sex with Jill and Laura. Bonnie gets to have her way with John and Dick. If it weren’t for these three very lovely and charming ladies, I would be whoring all over town.” Everyone chuckled at that.

Bonnie stood up and came over to my husband and me. Still handcuffed with her hands behind her back, she told us what she expected, “If you want this partnership, Bill, you will let me suck your cock. Laura will suck Dick, and Jill will suck John. You needn’t worry. They are not being forced. They are looking forward to it. And you, Connie, will suck my husband’s cock. If you do not want to play, you can leave now. Brian Osborn and Carla will be asked to join us for dinner next week. It took me all week to decide to invite you and Connie instead of the Osborns.”

I took a stiff drink from Margaretta, “Let me talk to my husband for a minute.”

“Okay, take your time. I know it’s a big decision.” Bonnie went and sat on the couch. Laura and Jill joined her. Still handcuffed, they started to chat. I assumed they were speculating on what our decision would be.

I took my husband’s arm and moved further away from the group. I was more than a bit miffed, “Jesus Christ, Bill, did you know about this?”

“Believe me, not a clue. Say the word, and we walk. I can get a job at another firm and start over.”

“How much money are we talking if you get this partnership?”

“Another 550k more or less the first year. Figure another 20% annually in bonuses.”

“Jesus, Bill, you put twelve years into this firm, and you’re willing to walk away if I ask you to?”

“Of course.”

“Damn, another 550k would go a long way toward putting the kids into a good Ivy League college.”

“Are you saying you would suck off Bob to get me the promotion?”

The thought of the money was already making my palms itch. My husband’s cock was not the only one I have sucked, although doing it in front of a crowd would be a new experience. I told Bill what I thought it would take to get that partnership. “I can tell you right now; it will take more than one blow job. I’m betting they expect me to spend time on my knees in front of all three of them before the night is over. Hell, I may end up fucking all three of them. And it sounds like you better make Bonnie happy when you fuck her. Spend extra time licking her pussy. Women like when a man does that.”

“Connie, this is not a one-time thing. They will expect us to do this whenever Bob and Bonnie decide they want us to.”

“I know. By the time I get through with Bob, you will get more than 20% in bonuses.”

“You really think we should do it.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face when I said, “Of course, I can’t have you whoring all over town.”

As far as I was concerned, Bonnie had chosen well. John and Dick were good-looking men and even a bit sexy. Although Bonnie’s husband Bob was older and going grey, he was handsome and in very good shape. If he decided to go out on the town, he wouldn’t have any trouble getting a woman in his bed. I had a pretty good idea that was where I would end up. I hope he likes eating pussy.

I put my arm through Bill’s as we returned to our hosts, patiently awaiting our decision.

I looked right at Bob, “Well, it seems we’re in for one hell of a party.” I knelt on the plush rug and wiggled my finger at Bob. Bob took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, came over and went behind me.

Bonnie knelt in front of my husband, undid his belt with her teeth, and waited for Bill to unzip and take his cock out. Bonnie had Bill in her mouth before Bob finished securing my wrist with the handcuffs.

Jill and Laura had swapped husbands. John had pushed Jill’s strapless dress down to display her tits. I was not about to risk my expensive caps undoing Bob’s belt with my teeth. If he wanted me to suck his dick, the least he could do was take it out for me, which he did. My eyebrows went up when I saw it. The man had a thick cock that was at least seven inches long. Bob pulled back the foreskin. I leaned forward to take the bulbous knob into my mouth. I wasn’t finding this one bit unpleasant.

There we were. Four women in party dresses, full make-up, expensive jewelry on our neck, wrists, hands, and ears, and our hair and nails professionally done as we knelt in front of another woman’s husband and sucked his cock. I admit I found it exciting and could not help but glance at Bonnie sucking my husband’s cock while Jill and Laura were sucking off each other’s husband. I saw Jill stop sucking John and give it a quick lick, then looked up at him with a smile. She said something to him and took him back into her mouth. I could tell she was not faking it; she was enjoying herself.

I could see my husband Bill watching me and smiling in my peripheral vision. He even winked when he caught me looking. Bill is my soul mate, and I don’t think I could ever love another man the way I love Bill. Bill and I are of the same mind when it comes to sex. A little fun on the side every once in a while is allowed. Over the eighteen years Bill and I have been married, I have had sex with several men that struck my fancy. The one-night stands were usually on a night I went out with Bill. We always had fun dancing, drinking and meeting new people. I just didn’t always go home with Bill. Bill had as many women as I had men, and I held no grudges because of it.

So, what was the big deal about tonight? A: This would be an orgy, which Bill and I have never been involved in before tonight. B: The handcuffs were a bit kinky. C: We would be committed to Bonnie and Bob’s beck and call as long as Bill worked at the law firm. I’m sure we would have walked if it wasn’t for the money.

But here I was on my knees, wearing handcuffs and sucking my husband’s boss’s cock. Yes, the thought of what we could do with another 550K plus bonuses did keep me smiling and sucking. When I again glanced at Bill, he was being led away toward the stairs by Bonnie.

Bob gently pushed me away, “Okay, Connie, I’m really enjoying that, but it’s time for the main event.” Bob helped me up. Then tucked his cock back into his pants but didn’t bother to zip up. Laura Baily was on the couch with Dick Carter on top of her. She had draped her dress over the back of the couch, and her undergarments were on the floor. Apparently, privacy isn’t required for the main event. Jill Carter was still sucking John Baily’s cock as he watched his wife getting fucked.

“You know Bob; I’m more fun with my hands free.”

“I expect that you are. Give me a second, and I’ll take the cuffs off. The cuffs are Bonnie’s thing. When having sex in front of other men and women, she often likes to be restrained. I can’t help but indulge that lovely woman. Jill and Laura already have their cuffs off now that Bonnie is upstairs with Bill. Bonnie will play the helpless damsel once she gets your husband in the bedroom. Tell him to strip her, then beg him to take the handcuffs off.”

Bob removed the cuffs from my wrists and tossed them aside. I held his arm as he led me up the stairs to a nicely furnished bedroom. Bob went behind me and unzipped my dress while kissing me on the neck. He pushed my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to my waist. Bob unhooked my demi-bra and removed it. He tossed my bra onto a chair. He ran his hands over my back and then around to play with my breasts and nipples. I stood there passively and let him feel me up. I felt him put his hand under my dress and slide his fingers up my thigh. I leaned back into him and reached behind me. I ran my hand over his crotch until I felt his hard cock. I gave it a squeeze to let him know I was willing to play. Bob’s hand ran over my midriff and into my pantyhose and panties.

I let out a sigh as he caressed my pussy. I slipped my fingers into his fly and felt his cock. “Take it out, Bob. Let me hold it.”

“How about if you take it out,” Was his answer to my request. I turned around and gave him my sweetest smile. His hands moved to my waist as I complied with his demand, “I would love to.” Bob had only redone the button after the blowjob in the living room. I unbuttoned it and slipped his pants and underwear over his ass. I held onto his hard cock and put my hand behind his neck. I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eyes. I gently pulled him toward my lips and kissed him, “What’s it going to be, Bob? Another blow job. I love sucking cock, but I have some other things in mind that we could do with that big cock of yours. Things I’m sure my husband will be doing with your wife.”

“I’m sure he will have a good time. Bonnie has been looking forward to getting him in bed all week?”

“How about you, Bob? Did you think about fucking me?”

“It may have crossed my mind a few times. Why don’t you get that nice dress off before I get carried away and ruin it?”

I pushed the dress over my hips and let it fall to the floor. Dressed in nothing but pantyhose and my bikini underwear, I stepped out of the dress and leaned over to pick it up. I laid it over the back of a chair and went back to Bob. He had taken his shoes off and was removing his pants.

He looked pretty good to me for a man in his fifties. Maybe the money was not all I was looking forward to getting out of my husband’s partnership. I helped him get out of his shirt and tie. His chest was a little hairier than I liked but very manly. We soon had my pantyhose and panties off as we pressed our bodies together and kissed. I rubbed myself on Bob’s cock and stopped kissing him, “Come on, Bob, let’s get on the bed.” I took his hand and led him over to the bed. I pulled back the covers and gave him another kiss.