Chapter 2

"Fuck me again Rich." she said, almost demandingly.

"Fuck you? I don't think so. You ask nicely and I might think about it." he said, crossing his arms. He liked having control in this relationship and he wasn't about to give it up.

"Please fuck me again... Dick." she said, her demeanor changing. She fondled her breasts, squeezing them and running her hands over them, playing with her nipples. She smiled as she walked over to the couch, sitting down on it with her legs spread wide. "Please fuck me with that big fat cock, Dick..."

His cock twitched as he stood, smiling...

"You know what Deliliah, I don't think so."

"Oh GOD Dick... I need your big fat cock in me... PLEASE" she pleaded. Yeah, she actually pleaded. This stuck up, opinionated, nasty bitch who ran the company I worked for was actually pleading for something.

I took my time making up my mind, moving around the back of the desk slowly. I pulled up my pants and tucked in my shirt, watching her squirm in the mirror as she played with her pussy and fondled herself. I could tell the woman was on fire.

"I'll make you a deal Del." "Anything!" she practically wailed.

"You look at your books, and you find the budget, and you give my department what they deserve. You know that last bonus was a fucking joke and you know we're doing the meat of the work. Give them all 5%."

"FIVE?" she practically screamed. Iron Bitch on the purse strings was back.

"You want me again? Come on, this is nothing and I know you want me." he said in a stern voice, crossing his arms over his chest.

She was caught between passion and money, so I dropped the bomb I had saved. "Missy ever tell you about our anal sessions?" I said coyly, walking toward the door. I tried to open it but it was still locked. I turned to see her behind her desk, still breathing heavily. Her finger was poised above the button.

"I give you what you want, I get two days in Aruba?" she asked. She knew she still had some control, but having tasted some of what he had to offer, she wanted it all and was willing to give up a lot.

I just stood at the door and smiled wider.

"We'll distribute the checks Friday, then take the jet, yes?" she said, coyly. I had to admit, now that she had dropped the bitch routine, she was sexy as hell. I simply nodded and the door buzzed. I winked at her on the way out, and blew a kiss to her secretary Melanie on my way past.

Friday morning saw me packing for my trip, whistling my way into my office. It was 7:30 and I was fresh from a workout and feeling pretty damn good about life. I was going to get some recognition for my people, and I was going to get some play time with the 'old lady'. The problem was, the 'old man' was sitting in my office when I walked in.

"Good morning Richard."

"Good morning Martin, to what do I owe the pleasure of the visit?" I inquired smoothly. He and I had always gotten along, seen eye to eye on most things. We'd even come up with several strategies together that had made a lot of money. Mostly a stern serious man, he was all smiles today.

"Heard you convinced my wife into giving your people the bonuses they deserved. Nice job son." He said son and I immediately felt guilty. As he got up and went to the door to close it, I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I didn't like.

He closed the door and came back to sit down in front of my desk. He waited until I sat myself before saying, "When you take her to Aruba, make sure you lick her asshole first, drives her fucking crazy." he said, leaning back in the chair, a smug smile across his face.

"Um, Martin, what do you..."

"Dick." he said, poingnantly. "Don't play dumb. You don't do it well." Shit. I'm sunk.

"Martin, I don't know what to say..." I stammered.

"Say you'll take her to Aruba and any other fucking place she wants to go so I can run my damn company!!! Bitch is always interferring where she doesn't need to be."

"How?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Martin, we're a security company. We sell snoopers and thousands of other spy gadgets. You don't think I have my wife's office tapped? Damn you made her beg, that's more than I can say in 25 years!" he chuckled to himself.

"Martin, I don't understand..."

"It's easy kid. She's had boytoy's but they never occupied her time enough. If your as good as the tape played, she'll keep you out of the office plenty. In fact, who would you recommend to take care of things while you're gone?"

"Martin, are you serious? You want me to keep your wife out of the office?"

"YES!"

I chuckled. "What about my salary?"

"Consider yourself a consultant, add 100k, and use her expense card. Have a fucking ball, do whatever you want. Just remember one thing..."

"What's that?" I said sitting down in my chair.

"She finds out I know about this, and we're all in deep shit. Make her feel like she's keeping some big fucking secret. Don't get caught, and don't let her know I know!""

"What about Missy?"

"Oh please Richard, she's got her money and she fucking hates me. Who gives a shit."

"Jen" I said simply.

"The hot blonde? What about her?" he said, his interest peaked.

"Put her in my position, say I'm going to be doing more of the sales end." I said, warming to the idea.

He nodded. "Would have promoted her as well. Do it at the meeting, she's here already, so drop the news. Tell her I'm adding 50k to her salary and I want to have lunch with her tomorrow. Have her contact Jessica to set it up." he said naming his own secretary.

"Martin... You want me to have sex and travel and spend money with your wife." I said as calmly as I could.

He nodded. "Richard, I like you. You're a good business man, and a decent person. My wife has delighted in driving you fucking crazy for the last 3 years simply because her own libido is too high. I tried to satisfy her, but she's just too much. I like getting my rocks off with 20 year olds who forget my name an hour later."

"Yeah, but this is your wife! Martin, this is fucked up!"

"Yup, but beneficial. Trust me, you'll win, I'll win, and as long as she thinks she's winning, she'll win too." He smiled and walked out of my office.

I called in Jen and broke the news that I was going to be doing more of the sales side with Deliliah and some independent research for a while and that she was the new acting VP of the department. It was a good thing the door was closed because she went down on me 3 seconds after I told her the news. Yeah, so I was fucking most of my staff, big deal. Big dick goes around.

I announced the bonuses at a quick impromptu meeting as well as Jen's promotion which was greeted by applause. Nothing much would change, she did most of my job as it was. Deliliah was looking pretty dressed up, her hair done just right, her makeup done. She and Martin had announced my promotion to VP of Sales and noted that I would be in the office but my duties would transition to Jen fairly quickly. Congratulations all around and some cake as well as some hefty checks for overworked people and my day at the office was done.

Martin called me over as I was walking out. He stood close to Del, but was not speaking to her directly. "Del told me you guys are going to Aruba to talk to some of the folx down there. How long are you going to be gone?"

"I think your wife said we'd be down there two days, so 3 maybe 4 with the travel?" I said looking at Del. She seemed a bit nervous at first but her cool demeanor took over. "That should be it, yes dear. You know I am bad on planes, I need the extra time." she said addressing her husband.

"There are some clients of mine, you remember the Romen's, right dear?"

"Yes, own a manufacturing plant in Dusseldorf, right?" she said, her interest peaked. "Yes, that's the one. They'll be there next Friday. Why don't you stay an extra few days and meet with them?" he said innocently. I was amazed at the flash in her eyes as she said simply, "Fine. I'd like to do some diving anyway, now we can." "Good, it's settled then." he said, walking out.