The Company WIfe: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  The elevator bell chimes, followed by the sound of the door sliding open, then shut after Lorie steps inside.

  A tightness grips my throat. He's sitting behind his desk, tips of his fingers pressed together, waiting for me.

  I don't know why I'm scared now that we're all alone. He seems more... menacing, somehow. Still, the thought of that big black cock fucking up into me is too alluring to pass up. I walk into the office and close the door.

  "Serena," Dale says with a casual smile. "Too shy to come out of your office today?" It doesn't sound mean-spirited or anything, the way he says it but it makes me blush anyways.

  "I... it was... " I have no idea what to say. Now that I'm in the room with him close to me again, now that I can smell his musky scent I just want to drop to my knees, crawl behind the desk and tug that fat cock out so I can suck on it.

  "I know. It's alright. No need to explain. I wanted to ask you a question."

  "Yes, sir?" I say quietly, blushing, I don't even know why.

  "I have a few friends coming into town tonight. They used to work here, before your time. We get together from time to time to catch up. I told them to swing by the office before we went to the bar."

  His eyes bore into me, asking the unspoken question and thickening the silence between us.

  I shudder at the thought. This is really something I should talk about with Anderson. The two of us should sit down and decide this together. I've never done anything like it and I fell like... like maybe it would be too much. Maybe it would be going too far?

  There's a knock at the door behind me that makes me jump.

  Dale smiles as he stands up. I catch a whiff of his scent as he walks by and my pussy starts to soak. I close my eyes.

  If these are his friends...

  If these are his friends I have to excuse myself. I have to go and call Anderson, see how he's doing and if this is okay with him. I can't just...

  "Hey, brother!" Dale's deep voice is uncharacteristically cheerful. The rough sounds of men greeting each other, tough, hard men who haven't seen each other in a long time fill the room.

  "Hey, hey! What do we have here?"

  "Turn around, Serena." His voice has returned to the calm, measured tone I'm used to and I do as I'm told.

  The sight of his two friends makes me catch my breath. They're just as big and brawny as Dale is, except they look rougher. They're both wearing suits but their heads are shaved and there's a hard edge to the glint in their eye.

  "Serena, these are my friends Jackson and Darius. I think, though, it would be best if you did the same with them as you do with me and just called them 'sir.'"

  I swallow away the dryness in my mouth, smile faintly and nod.

  Dale turns to his buddies. "Serena here is in charge of our marketing department. Been with the company for, what is it, three years now?"

  I nod again. My face is flushed because my imagination is running completely wild. "Something like that," I mutter.

  "She also can't get enough of black dick, can you Serena?" Dale asks with a smile.

  My heart is racing, pounding against my chest as my eyes drift towards the ground and I nod. If he's going to do what I think he's going to do, if they're going to do that I... I can't. I have to tell Anderson.

  Dale steps closer, his steps soft on the plush carpet. He walks beside me and puts his hand on my ass.

  I freeze. I can feel Jackson and Darius eyeing me like hungry wolves even though I don't dare look up. As Dale's fingers hike my skirt up again, I put my hand on his to stop him.

  I'm rewarded with the sharp sting of his palm on my ass cheek. Jackson and Darius burst into chuckles. I hear them coming closer. I feel trapped.

  "You want to see what it takes to make corporate?" one low voice booms as the others fill the room with laughter again.

  I'm terrified and my pussy is drenched but I know I can't. I just can't. This would be too much. I look up and into Dale's eyes. "Stop." The quietly spoken word definitely chills the mood.

  Dale tilts his head, furrows his brow slightly and steps back.

  For a moment I have no idea what he's going to do. For a moment I feel like we're in the jungle and not in an office building, and like anything could happen next.

  "Serena?" he asks.

  I look at Jackson and Darius. They're glancing between Dale and I, trying to sort out what's going on.

  "I... I can't do this without Anderson. It... I just can't. It would be too much. I want to. I... " I look at Jackson and Darius again and the thought of their black cocks stuffing every hole I have fills the room with the smell of the juice dripping from between my legs.

  But I can't. I know that now.

  "I have to call him. I have to talk to him before... "

  That seems to ease the tension that's built in the room. It gives Dale a way out, a way to save face in front of his friends.

  Before you all fuck me.

  He smiles, steps to one side, then waves me through.

  I stagger out of the office and start breathing in deep lungfuls of air. That fucking plug is still in my ass but I've figure out how to walk with it in more or less. Not because I was scared of what he'd do if I took it out or anything, it's just so hot having it in there.

  I mash my thumb against my phone until I'm dialing Anderson's. I press the tiny black monolith to my ear and wait.

  The room swells with laughter again and it makes me smile.

  Maybe this will happen after all. Maybe I'll get what I really want.

  ***

  Anderson

  The call comes in the late afternoon. It's Brian and he sounds... definitely not cheerful.

  Somehow I kind of know what it's about. It's not just the fact I called in sick, or that I was so spaced out the day before. It's been a while now. Maybe a week, maybe more.

  I haven't been performing and there's only so much Brian can cover for that. He's middle management and when my numbers go down, so do his.

  At least he was nice about it. He told me I could swing by the next morning to clean out my desk and that he'd escort me in and out so that I didn't have to do the perp walk with security, which was nice.

  I don't want to do that though. I've barely got anything in that desk and if I'd rather not everyone sit there looking sorry for me or trying not to look at me as I go in and out.

  I thank him and make sure he knows I appreciate everything I did and I hang up.

  Then I get drunk again.

  I sit in the armchair staring out onto the street and wondering why Serena's taking so long. I'

  ll admit I have a little cry. It's not just the job, it's everything.

  Every time I think about what happened that morning I end up getting hard and stroking one out because I just don't give a fuck.

  When Serena doesn't come home I worry a bit but think what's the worst that can happen, right? When it gets dark and she's not home yet I start to really freak out. Probably partially because I'm drunk, you know how that makes everything seem worse than it is?

  When the phone rings in the darkness I'm nearly passed out from all the scotch I've had and the sound sends a shot of adrenaline right to my heart.

  "Fuck!" The glass tumbles onto the carpet, nearly melted ice cubes and the last of the scotch spilling out. "Hello?"

  "Anderson. It's me."

  Her furtive whisper sobers me up instantly. "Serena? What's wrong?"

  "No, nothing. Don't worry. I'm fine."

  I sigh in relief but something still doesn't seem right. Why is she calling? Why isn't she home? "What's going on? Where are you?" I ask.

  "I'm... " Somewhere in the distance behind her the deep sound of men's laughter rises up.

  I put a hand on my stomach to try and undo the knot that squeezes my insides. "Serena?" I ask.

  "Oh Andy... " I can tell she's distracted because she almost never calls me that. Not unless she's mad.

  I fucking hate that name.

  "Serena, I need to kno
w if you're alright?"

  "I... " More laughter.

  I can almost see her turning to look around at whoever's there. That's not what gets me, though. I'm pretty sure I know what she's up to, pretty sure I know why she's calling.

  Pretty sure I know how I'm going to react.

  "I had to call you because... because I knew you'd want to know. I... there's... Dale invited his friends over and... "

  Another wave of raucous laughter rolls out of the headset. I'm on the edge of my seat. My heart is pounding. My cock is hard. "And what, Serena? What?!?"

  "Fuck," she whispers. "Fuck! They want to, Anderson. They want to."

  "They want to what?!?"

  "They want to fuck me!" she mewls.

  That sound, the sound of her saying that probably cuts deepest into me. That needing moan. I know her pussy's probably dripping already. She's not fucking calling to ask permission here. She's calling to tell me about what's going to happen.

  I take another deep breath to calm down. "Okay. So?"

  "So?" Serena repeats. "What do you mean 'so?'"

  I steel my nerves. The last thing I want is to get into a fight but... fuck! Why did I have all that booze! "So... do you want to?" The words come out at the last moment, replacing what I really wanted to say.

  Fine! You slut! See if I care!

  There's silence on the other end.

  I wonder if I've fucked up. Then...

  "Oh, Anderson. Only if you're here. I want you to... I need you to see it."

  Amazing what a simple change of tone can do. It could have all gone so wrong. All the tension inside me melts as I realize that, on some level, at least, Serena's still mine. "Where?" I whisper.

  "At the office. Come quick. Please? I can't... I can't wait to see you. I promise I'll make them wait."

  I'm out the door and in a cab three minutes later. I stink of booze and my cock is hard but I don't care. I can't wait to see my Serena again.

  Chapter 13

  Anderson

  The door to the building downstairs is already locked. I fumble my phone out of my pocket and text Serena. She writes back and a few minutes later a large, dark shape emerges out of the shadows inside.

  He unlocks the door, swings it open, then holds out his hand. "Jackson. You must be Anderson?"

  I nod and shake his hand. "Nice to meet you," I mumble.

  "Cool name," he says, locking the door behind me and walking next to me on the way to the elevator.

  "Thanks."

  That small bit of conversation makes the silence that follows an uneasy one. The brightness of the elevator lights adds tension between us.

  "That's one hell of a wife you've got there."

  The words rekindle a memory. Where have I heard that before? It dawns on me seconds later. It was Dale that said it first. The same sentence that got all of this started.

  "Thanks."

  What the fuck am I doing here?!?

  My mind starts racing. This isn't just Dale we're talking about. This is Dale and two other guys that I have no idea who they are, that are going to fuck my wife. Am I really going to let this happen?

  The elevator rings as the doors slide open. Jackson waves a hand in front and smiles.

  I can't help but wonder if he means "ladies first?"

  The whole floor is dark with only a small sliver of light coming from under Dale's door. I lead the way across the office, remembering the feeling of walking the other way with all those eyes on me. I wonder again if they knew?

  I put a hand on the doorknob and pause. I can still turn around. Or maybe I can walk in and tell Serena we're going home? This is too much. Isn't it?

  Except I don't. Like an addict reaching for another drink, I close my eyes and deep within myself I know I'm going to open that door.

  Jackson's hand settles on my shoulder. "Relax man. It's gonna' be alright."

  It's alright, and it's not, as soon as I step into the light of the office. It's not the overhead light that's on all day. It's a small reading light in the corner by the armchair. The white blinds are drawn like a picket fence keeping out the night.

  Seeing Serena naked on the desk, legs up in the air is a pleasant punch in the gut.

  Her head is tilted towards me and her thighs are splayed out. Dale's standing with his arms folded a few feet away from her watching as his friend, who's on his knees, eats Serena's pussy with noisy smacks.

  Dale smiles. The man between her legs gives her a long lick, then stands up. Serena's clear juice is dripping off his chin and he wipes it away with a meaty, black paw as he stares at me.

  "Anderson," Dale says, nodding. "This is Darius."

  He'll be fucking your wife tonight.

  He doesn't say it but he may as well. We all know that's what's going to happen here.

  "That is one fine pussy," Darius says, grinning.

  The other two start chuckling and I manage a weak smile so it doesn't look like I'm not having fun. An icy finger of jealousy trails down my back. She said she would make them wait. She was supposed to make them wait.

  As Darius sinks to his knees again, grabbing two handfuls of Serena's ass, I push the thought aside. This is happening whether I stand there feeling sorry for myself or not.

  Might as well make the best of it.

  As Jackson moves closer to Dale, I shuffle off to the darkest corner of the room and try to disappear into the shadows.

  Serena stares at me and smiles, then mouths "I love you," before being swept up in the current of pleasure rushing up from between her legs. Her eyes roll back and close as she moans her approval at what Darius is doing to her cunt.

  Every now and again I catch glimpses of that perfect pink gash, covered in drool and leaking juice, swollen and hot.

  Darius lifts a hand then pushes a finger into her pussy and slides it in and out. A moment later he slides down and pushes that same finger into her ass.

  "Mm-hmm," Dale says nodding behind him. "She likes that."

  The men share another chuckle as Darius fucks his index finger into her ass hole. Something about this gets her worked up. Her pussy starts frothing even more and her legs start to shake up in the air.

  She grabs both sides of the desk and braces herself against the coming tide.

  My cock jumps.

  Serena lifts her head up and cranes her neck, staring between her legs at Darius' dark forehead bobbing above her clit. She stares at him, seemingly fixated on something.

  I wonder if it's the same thing I'm fixated on. How black he looks next to her creamy thighs.

  She moans. It's a a helpless, begging sound. The next one's higher. The next, higher still. She's about to lose control, I can tell even though I've never seen her like this.

  The climax slams into her and shatters the silence in the office as she screams. Her body shakes and trembles on the desk as if she's possessed.

  Darius diligently flicks his tongue over her clit and fingers her ass hole until she lets go of the desk and starts to push him back. Then he gives it one final suck, stretching the sensitive flesh around it and letting it go with a loud, wet smack. He pulls his finger out of her ass and stands up.

  Walking around the table, Darius puts that same finger on her lips which she opens willingly. He feeds her the digit and what does Serena do?

  Serena, my lovely wife, my lovely little slut, sucks that finger like her life depended on it, staring straight at Darius the whole time.

  Fuck.

  What have I done?

  The sound of unbuckling belts makes me turn and look at Dale. He and Jackson have taken their shirts off and are working on their pants. My heart skips a beat and my stomach tightens up.

  This is it, man. This is what you wanted, remember?

  I can't believe this is about to happen right in front of me.

  As Darius pulls his finger out of Serena's mouth, Dale steps into place beside her mouth. He's holding his cock like a fire hose, with both hands.

  Serena turns to
look at me as he lays it on her cheek, then gives her a light slap.

  I stuff my hand into my jeans and wrap my fist around my own erection and give it a pump.

  Dale lifts his cock then presses it against Serena's cheek again before tilting her head with his finger. He steps forward moving the head of his cock between her lips.

  Serena takes him and I watch her jaw start to work as she sucks him off.

  Dale stands above her holding his cock and moving it in and out of her mouth. Darius steps up between her legs, cock in hand. He's as big as Dale, maybe even a little thicker.

  My body tenses as I imagine Serena's reaction to getting stuffed with his cock. He smears the head of it against her still dripping pussy, collecting juice.

  Serena moans. The soft sound, muffled by Dale's meat dissipates into the thick carpet.

  Darius steps forward and into her.

  Her pussy provides the tiniest hint of resistance before splitting open and swallowing the bulbous head of his cock. Her back arches as Darius takes another step towards her and more of his cock slips inside her hole.

  "Fuck," Darius mutters to no one in particular. "Girl is tight."

  With Dale in her mouth and Darius in her cunt, I can only fantasize about what Jackson is going to do. I undo my jeans and let them fall to the ground.

  I gape at Serena as Darius fills her with his muscle. The moment comes. Her back arches even higher, pressing her tits up towards the ceiling. She moans and I know he's at that spot, that spot where she thinks she just can't.

  But instead of stopping, Darius puts his hands on her hips and thrusts. His stiff cock drives up into the deepest part of her.

  Serena pulls her mouth off Dale's cock and lets out and agonized cry.

  Neither Dale or Darius seem to notice, or if the do they don't care. Darius starts fucking her slowly, staring down and watching his cock disappear into her. Dale just tilts her head back to where it was and puts his cock back inside her mouth.

  The fuck her like that for a while, with Dale using her face and Darius her pussy.

  I stand there in the darkness stroking myself and staring, happy no one seems to care that I'm there.

  "Alright," Jackson's voice breaks the silence and makes the two men look up from what they're doing. "Gimme some of that."