by Anya Aurelie
I started to push myself toward the edge of the conference table so that I could stand up and kneel in front of him, but he stopped me.
“Turn over onto your stomach,” he instructed. I rolled over and looked up at him.
He moved closer to me, so that I was breathing onto his crotch, and then he grabbed my ponytail and pushed himself into my face. I felt his cock, hard, through his pants, and I tried to put it in my mouth as best I could with the cloth in the way, the same as he’d done to me. I breathed hot air onto it.
“That’s right,” he said. Then he pulled away abruptly and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock and balls out through the thin opening. He lifted his cock up and away from me, lowering his balls into my mouth.
I licked at them urgently, then one at a time pulled them into my mouth and sucked, staring up into his face as he looked down, watching me.
“You like that?” he asked. He leaned over me and slapped my bare ass.
“I like it,” I said.
“Good. Now suck my cock.” He let his cock go, and it bounced down, sticking straight out from his body. He slapped both my cheeks with it, then pushed it into my mouth. I felt it open me up, and then he grabbed my ponytail again and pulled me further onto it, until the entirety of his dick was shoved down my throat.
I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye then, and glanced back over at the window. There, standing on the other side of the open blinds, was my husband. He was staring at us as I took Karl’s cock, and the look on his face was unreadable. I tried to pull off of Karl, wanted to go to Brandon and ask him if what I was doing was okay, but Karl tightened his grip on my hair and I couldn’t move.
I continued to stare at my husband as Karl began fucking my mouth, moving in and out of me, thrusting harder and deeper. His back was to the door and windows of the conference room, so I knew he had no idea Brandon was standing there, but my husband stared right back at me as I took this stranger’s cock deep inside of my mouth.
He could come in if he wanted to, I thought then. If he wanted to stop this, he would just open the door.
So maybe he had arranged this with Karl. Either way, I was so horny I would’ve had a hard time actually pulling away, actually asking permission for what I was in the middle of doing, especially if asking meant I might not be able to return to Karl’s warm body and his thick, hard cock.
“Get up on your knees,” Karl instructed, “but don’t you dare stop sucking my cock.”
Being careful to keep him in my mouth, I pushed myself up and crouched with my legs beneath me, ass up in the air, my knees pressing into the conference table. Karl slapped my ass again, twice on either side, and then reached between my legs and rubbed my wet cunt from the back. I felt his hand graze my asshole as it felt for my clit, then he rubbed me while shoving his cock even deeper down my throat.
“Good girl,” he murmured, then pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved his fingers in. “Taste yourself.”
I licked his fingers clean, lapping at my sweet, honey-flavored juice and pulling his fingers into my mouth like I’d done with his cock.
Then he told me to turn around so that my pussy was exposed to him. Giving Brandon one last glance and seeing jealous lust on his face, I rearranged myself on the table so that I was on the very edge, still crouching with my knees beneath me, spread open as wide as I’d go.
Karl’s hand slapped my exposed pussy, and I jumped at the unexpected feeling when his hand hit me.
“Are you ready for my cock?” he asked, and I moaned, “Please give it to me.”
I felt him slap me with the firm length of it a couple of times, then rest at the opening to my pussy. He put a hand on either side of my waist, and a moment later he was pushing inside of me, unprotected.
I sighed in ecstasy as his hard rod stretched me wide open, and a moment later he began thrusting. My knees and breasts pushed harder into the table with every thrust, and he reached forward over my naked body to grab my hair, and he pulled on me as he fucked me.
I imagined Brandon outside the window, hoping he was enjoying the show as much as I was enjoying putting it on. I wondered whether anyone else had walked by, whether anyone would stop and watch alongside Brandon. I felt fully on display, exposed, and I gazed out over the dark lawn in front of the law office.
It was then that I realized Brandon was definitely not the only person watching us. With the light of the conference room and the dark of the outside world, I hadn’t realized it at first, but now that I looked closer I could make out several people standing on the front lawn and staring up at us as Karl fucked into me from behind, still fully clothed and standing over my naked, spread-open body.
Shit, I thought, but I had a hard time caring too much when Karl’s cock was massaging my insides with deeper and deeper thrusts. I felt my breasts tingle, deciding I liked the attention, and instead of shrinking down into the table or putting a stop to things, I lifted my body at the waist, exposing my breasts to the people watching from below.
They want a show? I thought. I’ll let them see everything.
Karl flipped me over and climbed on top of the conference table then, plunging into me from above in an effort to get even deeper into my cunt. His suit felt scratchy against my bare skin, and I wrapped my legs around him and looked over at my husband once again.
Brandon’s face was turning red, but I knew by now that at least part of him must be liking this.
I turned my head the other way, and I could just barely still see the group of onlookers outside, staring in at us. Their numbers were growing now; there must have been at least ten.
Karl’s pace got faster, and he reached up with one hand to squeeze my breast roughly as he thrust.
“Ohh,” I moaned, feeling like the approaching-orgasm sensation was returning, all the blood in my body rushing to my clit. I squeezed Karl’s body tighter, brought him even closer into me as he pushed in and out of my tight pussy.
Then I threw my arms out above my head in surrender as I let the waves of orgasm begin to pound me.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I yelled, thrashing around on the hard table beneath Karl, and then my gaze caught on my husband’s face, and I stared at him as I felt Karl’s body tighten. He gave a last few rigid thrusts as I felt his cock pulse inside of me, and as my pussy throbbed out my orgasm around his thick cock he began to unleash his cum inside of me.
“Fill me up!” I yelled, loud enough that I knew my husband could hear, my eyes still locked into Brandon’s. The stranger grunted and poured spurt after spurt of hot cum into my unprotected pussy, then collapsed on top of me as both of our bodies began to slow back down.
A moment later, Karl picked himself back up and pulled out of me, standing and tucking away his cock and then zipping his pants back up almost in a single motion.
He left me splayed out and naked on the conference table, and I glanced backward at the window, seeing the crowd begin to disperse below us, and then glanced back at my husband.
“Brandon,” I heard Karl say in greeting as he opened the door, and saw him give my husband a curt nod. Maybe he’d been aware of Brandon watching us after all. He didn’t seem to care either way. Then he strode down the hall and out of my field of vision, probably back downstairs to rejoin the party. Or maybe he would leave entirely, now that he’d gotten what he’d come for.
Brandon rushed into the room. His cock was raging hard through his pants, and part of me expected him to nail me back down onto the conference table and fuck me too, as he had after Will had taken me on Brandon’s desk two weeks earlier.
Instead, he pushed a finger into my gaping pussy, which was dripping with Karl’s cum. Then he pulled the coated finger out, pushed it into my mouth, and said, “You’re such a good wife. You’re going to get me so many new clients.”
I smiled at him, tasting Karl’s cum and licking Brandon’s finger clean. “Happy to help,” I said, and I meant it.
Brandon gathered my bra, panties, and
dress, and helped me back into them. “Now, let’s go home so I can fuck the shit out of you,” he said, and I felt my aching pussy pulse in anticipation.
My husband led me downstairs by the hand, and we walked back through that full room of people, dodging waiters and people laughing, while I felt the cum drip out of me and fill my panties.
Our relationship was changing, that was for sure. But dirty as I felt, everyone seemed to be winning here. I loved getting fucked by strangers, I loved helping Brandon win new clients — and I loved most of all that Brandon was so turned on by watching me get taken and used by other men.
I hoped there would be a next time.
And as it turned out, I needn’t have worried.
Stretched Wide By My Husband’s Clients, #3
Lying in bed after Brandon had left for work, I let my fingers trail down my bare stomach and between my legs. As usual these days, I was wet.
Very, very wet.
I rubbed my slippery clit and then pushed two fingers inside my tight hole, remembering being pushed open by my husband’s two potential clients. Will: three weeks ago on top of Brandon’s desk at work while Brandon spied on us from the closet. Karl: last week in the conference room at the law firm while Brandon peeked through the blinds and others watched through the open window from downstairs.
I’d loved the way they’d fucked me, the way they’d taken control and dominated my pussy, stretched me wide open around their thick cocks. I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it…while I touched myself and made myself come over and over while my husband was at work, and also while my husband fucked me, imagining he was them.
And now he had a new company interested in possibly signing with the firm. I didn’t know the details, but there were several of them. Brandon hadn’t mentioned anything to me except that they existed, but I secretly hoped they’d need some of the same brand of persuasion Will and Karl had.
“Mmmm,” I murmured out loud in the empty bedroom, pushing in and out of myself with my two fingers. I pushed into my G-spot, rubbing my clit hard with the other hand. “Oh, Karl…” In my memory, he was thrusting inside of me from behind while I spotted the people outside looking up at us, me spread open and naked, him fully clothed with only his cock sticking out the front of his pants.
Then the memory shifted, and I remembered Will demanding that I strip for him…how I’d taken off my bra and covered my breasts, then let them bounce down in front of his face. How he’d had me lay out on Brandon’s desk and said he wanted to fuck me, and how I’d protested at first, knowing that Brandon was expecting us only to talk. I remembered how fiercely Brandon had pounced on me after emerging from the closet once Will had left.
All these cocks, all these middle-aged men. I was the luckiest twenty-year-old around.
And then, imagining all three men thrusting deeper inside of me and unleashing their cum into my unprotected pussy, I came, feeling the waves of orgasm pound me as I remembered being filled up by them. I loved feeling their cream fill me, loved knowing there was nothing between me and the strangers’ cocks.
When my pussy stopped throbbing, I pulled my wet fingers out of myself and got out of bed. Brandon left for the office before dawn these days, so I spent a lot of time alone, but I didn’t mind. It left a lot of time for fantasies.
Feeling content and happy, I fixed myself breakfast and started my day. As I went around town running errands, I wondered what the other women I saw would think if they knew how many cocks I’d taken recently. What would they think if they knew I was being used as a bargaining tool in my husband’s business? What would they think if I told them I let strangers take me hard, all so Brandon could gain some new clients?
I felt delightfully slutty. It gave me a thrill to have such a dirty secret.
That night, Brandon came home from work around dinnertime, as usual. I’d been thinking about cock all day — all week, really, all month — so I was excited when he sat down at the dining room table and looked at me as though he were deciding whether or not to say something.
It was the same look he’d given me when he first told me about Will’s offer. He looked torn, anxious, both pained and hopeful. My heart leapt into my throat. Could this be…?
“Sweetheart,” he began, “I’ve asked you for a few favors recently.”
I sat down beside him and took a sip of wine, feeling the warmth slide all the way down my throat. “And I’ve been happy to help,” I said. I would never tell Brandon how much I loved getting fucked by other men, though surely he could guess from watching.
“You remember these new potential clients I told you about? Co-owners of an investment firm. They’re switching attorneys after an unfortunate incident…” I tuned out as he told me the details. All I could think about what he was going to say next. I felt my pussy getting wet at the idea. Would he ask? Would he?
“Well, they could be particularly big business for us. They’re big names in the industry and very well-off, and I thought they were a sure thing.”
“Oh no,” I said, concerned now. “Did something happen to change their minds?”
Brandon frowned. “No,” he said. “I just thought they were interested in me.…” He hesitated. I held my breath. “Turns out, they’re more interested in you.”
“In me?” I asked, trying to conceal my excitement.
“Apparently they’ve heard that there are certain ‘perks’ to signing with me,” Brandon said, sounding resentful. “I never would’ve agreed to start this if I’d known word would spread.”
I glanced surreptitiously under the table and saw the outline of his hard cock through his slacks.
“I can’t believe I’m asking this,” he continued, and I saw the pained expression on his face, “but would you consider doing me one more favor?”
“Of course, honey,” I said, “anything for you.”
He looked almost sick at the idea, but he forced himself to continue: “…And by one, I mean three.”
My cunt throbbed. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed Brandon’s cock through his pants right there, then unzipped him and began sucking on his hard shaft. I knew I was almost impossibly wet, but I didn’t let him inside me — not then.
I wanted to save my pussy for his clients.
The next day, I went to Brandon’s office to meet with the new clients. They were there already when I got there, sitting in the hallway outside the door to Brandon’s office. They were all in their forties, two dark-haired and one blond, with powerful jaws and no-nonsense faces. I had to walk past them, all three, on my way into the office. I felt their eyes looking me up and down, mentally undressing me, mentally fucking me and grabbing at my tits.
I felt like a piece of meat, and I loved it.
Inside the office, Brandon was twisting his fingers together anxiously. I knew he must be desperately jealous at the prospect of his young wife taking on these three men, but I also knew he would be so horny it hurt.
“You can back out,” he told me, and it occurred to me that the only time my husband seemed to lack confidence was when we discussed me allowing other men inside of me.
I smiled. No way was I going to back out. I wanted to get fucked hard. “Baby, you need these clients,” I reminded him. “I’m only doing this for you.”
It was a blatant lie, and I think part of his fear stemmed from the fact that he knew it.
“Are the other men’s cocks…the ones that you’ve had in the past few weeks, are they better than mine?”
The question surprised me. “Better?” I repeated, considering. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but I found it hard to be dishonest when he asked me a direct question.
“Bigger. Harder. More satisfying,” he said.