by Lexi Archer
Maybe they weren’t expecting something like this, but they were going to enjoy it!
I cocked an eyebrow at them. They were both rooted to the spot. Both of them looked like they were afraid to move a muscle.
“Well what are the two of you waiting for?” I asked.
“Um, what exactly are you proposing here?” Mr. Anderson asked, leaning forward.
“I think what my colleague is proposing is a deal,” Aiden said, leaning forward and speaking for the first time since we started this meeting. “It’s simple enough. Give us the contract under the terms we desire and you’ll get something in exchange. Everybody comes out a winner.”
They glanced at each other again. Both of them had the authority to do that sort of thing. Mr. Anderson was about as senior as you could get in this organization without being the owner, and Jeff was the owner’s son.
I could see the unspoken conversation passing between them. It was already pretty much a done deal that they were going to go with our software. This meeting was more a formality to make sure we were all on the same page moving forward.
Only now they were getting a hell of a lot more out of it than they’d originally bargained for.
“I think that could be arranged,” Mr. Anderson finally said. “What do you think Jeff?”
He turned and looked at me again. Looked me up and down. There was pure sex in that look. The way he undressed me with his eyes and made it pretty obvious what he wanted from me.
What he needed from me.
“Yeah,” he finally said. “I think we could definitely work something out if you’re ready to throw the right incentives at us.”
I shivered. The right incentives. I was the incentive. This was it. This was the scenario I told myself I’d never do. Throwing myself at a couple of men so that we could get a contract. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t how I did business.
Except now it was me. Now this was how I did business. There was no way around it. My husband wanted me out here acting like a complete slut to get what I wanted, and now that I’d had a taste of that with Aiden there truly was no going back.
No one said a word after that. Mr. Anderson and Jeff both stood. Moved towards me.
It was go time.
11
Denise
What would my husband think.
That was the question. Then again I had a pretty good idea of exactly what my husband would think. He would think it was the hottest fucking thing in the world that two men were rounding a conference table and standing on either side of me.
I didn’t need to undo more than the first two buttons of my blouse. No, Mr. Anderson was more than happy to take over that duty from me. His hands worked quickly in the front as he unsnapped my buttons while I felt something go loose in the back.
He’d undone my bra. It seemed like he didn’t do more than touch his hand to my back, through my blouse no less, and the bra was undone. The man had skilled fingers. The man knew what he was doing.
I sighed in contentment. If he knew what he was doing well enough to get my clothes off that fast then that meant there was a hell of a time waiting for me once our clothes were off and he was on top of me.
And meanwhile my husband was back home. He was back home thinking about what I was doing right about now. Or maybe he was still at work. We’d purposely put this meeting towards the end of the day so we would have plenty of time for fun if things went well.
I smiled thinking of Craig stuck in traffic. Knowing that I was going to a “special” sales meeting today that might have me working late. I wondered if he had a hard on while he was stuck in traffic wondering what I was up to right about now.
Then all thoughts of my husband disappeared as Jeff got to work on me down below. His hand moved up my skirt and my thighs were exposed. A moment later I stood there with my tight skirt bunched up around my hips and my panties on display for the whole world to see.
At the same time Mr. Anderson had finished his work on my blouse. It was tucked into my skirt so I was standing in the middle of a conference room at some strange office with two men on either side of me, not my husband, undressing me.
My blouse hung open on top and my skirt was bunched up around my waist down below. I was almost completely exposed to them, and yet that was nothing compared to what was to come!
Mr. Anderson pulled my blouse down over my arms and let it fall down to my waist. Then his hands moved up to cup my bra. He paused there for a moment to massage my breasts and really get at them. Meanwhile my breath picked up and I was having trouble keeping control.
It didn’t help that Jeff moved his hands up inside my skirt. He was feeling me up with expert precision. He might look young and inexperienced, but a moment with his hands working in my pussy was enough to tell me just how wrong I was on that score.
I closed my eyes and gasped. Let him work his magic on my body. It was almost more than I could take as his fingers moved inside my underwear and then they were moving inside me.
I jumped at that. Damn. On the one hand I was used to the feeling of strange fingers pressing inside me and exploring my inner depths. Aiden had been doing plenty of that over the past couple of weeks.
At the same time it still felt different. It still felt wrong. After all, my husband was the one who was supposed to be exploring my body like that, not some strange man.
I threw my head back and gasped as he pressed deeper and deeper inside me. As with Aiden his technique was different, but not bad. It seemed that every man had his own way of exploring a woman, and every man I’d been with since I started this was pretty damn good at it.
Anderson didn’t waste any time up top either. His hands moved up and pressed my bra up with it. The lacy material brushed past my nipples which always drove me wild. I looked back down as my breasts bounced into view.
I wanted to see his reaction. I always loved watching how a man reacted to my body. It was always so fucking hot to see the way they licked their lips or their eyes went wide the first time they got a look at my tits.
Sure I’d seen that look from my husband plenty of times, but it wasn’t quite the same with him. I knew he wasn’t seeing me naked for the first time. He might still look at my body as though it was a temple and he wanted to worship at it, but he was familiar with all the contours of that body.
Seeing a new guy looking at me for the first time though? Well that was a fucking hot experience that I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed. Until I started doing it again. Until I had that experience with Aiden in his office and found what I’d been missing for so long.
Craig might have thought he was the one indulging his fantasy when he sent me out into the world to fuck other men, but he had no idea what a monster he was creating.
“Like what you see?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. I put my finger to my lips and my tongue shot out and wrapped around it letting him know exactly what I was thinking about.
And I couldn’t help it. The man was a silver fox. He was so fucking hot. And the bulge in his pants as he stared at my tits was more than enough to let me know exactly what was going through his mind.
He wanted me. Not that I was surprised that he wanted me. Men wanting me was hardly something new. Me giving into those men who wanted me was something that was very new though.
“You have no idea Denise,” he said. “So beautiful.”
I glanced down to the ring on his finger and back up to him. Grinned.
“So what would your wife think if she knew you were in a sales meeting about to fuck the sales girl?”
He didn’t miss a beat. He looked down to the ring on my own finger. I wondered if that did something for him. I knew there were guys out there who got off on the fantasy of fucking a girl behind her husband’s back.
Aiden might know about this fantasy, but I wasn’t going to let these guys in on it. Let them think they were pulling something over on my husband. That I was being a dirty little slut.
If that was part of t
he fantasy for them then more power to them.
“What would your husband think of what you’re doing?” he asked.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” I said.
“Same with my wife,” Mr. Anderson said.
“Fair enough,” I sighed.
I sighed and I very nearly fell over as Jeff found a particularly sensitive spot in my pussy. Damn the guy was talented. If he was that good with his fingers I couldn’t wait to see what would happen when he got to work with his cock and his tongue. I was going to be a very happy girl when they laid me back on this conference table and had their way with me.
I looked at the clock hanging over the conference table. It was about a half hour after Craig was done at his job. That meant he was probably stuck in traffic still. He always complained about how long it took him to get to and from his job.
I bet it was torture for him, but that was nothing compared to the torture he was about to get.
I looked over to Aiden and nodded. He’d been more than happy to go along with this part of the fantasy. He seemed to enjoy having fun at my husband’s expense almost as much as these other men, with the exception that he was in on the trick.
He pulled out a phone. Not his phone. Mine. The other two men were so busy concentrating on fucking me that they didn’t seem to notice or care that Aiden had my phone out. I saw him tap the screen a couple of times and then he placed the phone in an unobtrusive spot near the top of the chair.
Right where no one would notice it. Not if they were spending all their time paying attention to me.
I really hoped this was going to work. It was a daring plan and it could piss these guys off if they realized what we were doing, but then again they were getting to fuck me so it’s not like they could be too upset about it.
Besides, the person who was making this fantasy happen was Craig. If anyone deserved to finally see me getting fucked by another man it was Craig. Sure we were having to use a bit of technology to let him see what was going on in this room, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.
I just hoped he was in a place where he could get a good connection. I hoped my phone had a good connection in this building.
Then I felt a tongue moving between my legs and my attention was pulled away from the phone in the corner of the room and Aiden who was making sure it was set up at the perfect angle.
Jeff had apparently gotten tired of simply fingering me and decided he needed a taste. And I was more than fine with that, because I’d been absolutely right. He was just as skilled with his tongue as he was with his fingers, and I wanted more of it.
Sure it wasn’t my husband, it wasn’t even Aiden who I’d started to get used to, but damn it felt good.
And so I allowed myself to be lost in the pleasure as the two men surrounded me. Pushed me back on the desk. Had their way with me. As Aiden walked over from his perch at the edge of the room and prepared to have his fun with me as well.
I didn’t have time to think of my husband anymore. No, all I could think about was the waves of pleasure washing over me and how much I needed this. How much I wanted it.
I was a woman possessed. I was a woman who needed sweet release and these men were going to give it to me.
And through it all my phone sat there at the edge of the room catching everything with a live connection that I hoped was going right to my husband.
12
Craig
I paced back and forth across the apartment as I waited for some confirmation that it was actually happening. Denise had sent me a text telling me to be ready for something amazing, and I’d been so worked up that I’d gone home early so I could be ready for whatever it was.
I just hoped the something amazing wasn’t her coming home with some guys who wouldn’t expect to see me here. That would be one hell of an interruption to what was turning into a pretty fucking hot fantasy.
I also hoped it didn’t involve me going to meet her at work. We both worked downtown and coming home would mean I’d have to spend more time fighting rush hour traffic to get back down there.
There was no telling what was going on though. After all, she’d refused to tell me any more than I needed to make sure I was someplace quiet with a good Internet connection.
Home was the best place I could think of that fit all those requirements.
What the hell were you up to Denise? Where were you?
I thought about all the things she could be doing. She’d told me she had a sales meeting towards the end of the day and if things went well then she might be in that sales meeting very late.
The implication had been pretty fucking clear. She was going to have the kind of sales meeting she always complained about. The kind the other girls on her floor always had. The kind that inevitably got them the contract they were hoping for because they fucked the guys they were meeting with until they agreed to whatever they wanted.
I shivered. This fantasy could end up being good for her career as well as for our love life. I knew on some level I should have felt bad for thinking about pimping my wife out for a sales meeting, but it was hard to feel guilty about something when I was so turned on by the idea.
Yeah, I’d given up on my guilt long ago. This was the sort of fantasy where you had to get rid of it if you wanted to be able to live with yourself.
I looked down at my phone. Down to the last couple of messages she sent me. Telling me to be somewhere quiet. To be somewhere that I wouldn’t get in trouble if I got too excited.
I really fucking wished she could’ve told me more, damn it.
My phone beeped. The screen changed and I saw something that made my heart clench even as it made my cock lurch in my pants. A call from Denise. An invitation to a video chat.
Oh yeah. This is what I was talking about. It also made sense that she would want me someplace with good Internet access. I moved to sit on the couch so I was right next to the wireless router and accepted the call.
I frowned when I saw who was on the other end of the call. Or rather who wasn’t on the other end of the call. There was no one. I could hear wet sounds in the background, but it looked like I was staring down at some off white carpeting like you might find in just about any office in the city.
What the fuck?
A face appeared. A face I recognized. It was Aiden. The guy from her work. The guy I’d met at a couple of those parties. The one who was always devouring my wife with his eyes and making it clear exactly what he’d like to do to her if he had a chance.
Well he’d gotten that chance in a big way over the past couple of weeks. It still amazed me that my wife could be such an insatiable creature. Fucking Aiden then coming home and fucking me. It was like she could never get enough.
I opened my mouth to ask him what the hell was going on and he put a finger to his lips. The message was clear enough. I needed to stay fucking quiet.
Now I was intrigued. What the hell was going on here? He fiddled with the phone for a moment and then moved it around until I had a full view of what was going on.
Suddenly those sloppy wet noises made a hell of a lot more sense. I’d been absolutely right. They were in an office of some sort. Well, a conference room in an office of some sort. There was a wide conference table and glass walls that had frosting going from almost the floor to the ceiling so light would come in but nobody would be able to see what was going on inside the room.
And it was a fucking good thing they had it set up like that. That no one would be able to see what was going on inside. Because what was happening inside was pretty fucking hot and it was the sort of thing that definitely wasn’t safe for work.
A chill ran down my spine and my cock was harder than ever. It was finally happening. I finally got a chance to se my wife having fun with other guys.
She stood between two men. One looked a little older and the other was younger. Both had the look of business guys of one sort or another and both of them were worshiping my wife’s body as though they couldn�
��t get enough of her.
I couldn’t get enough of the sight of her between the two of them. Holy fuck was that fucking hot!
The older guy, he had white in his hair but he was still built and good looking enough, was working on her tits. Her pulled her blouse down as I watched and her tits were out. The other guy was busy at work between her legs running his tongue through her pussy.
At least I assumed that’s what he was doing. It was difficult to tell for sure because his head was under the tight skirt I’d sent her out in this morning. I figured if she was going to go out to a big sales meeting like this then at the very least she should be sure to be dressed for the occasion.
It was happening. This was finally happening and I couldn’t believe it. I was having a hell of a time processing everything taking place right in front of me. Here was my wife sandwiched between two men who were running their hands all over her. Feeling her tits. Tasting her pussy.
Holy fuck was it hot.
It’s weird. I’d known this whole time that my reaction to the fantasy becoming reality might not be all sunshine and rainbows. I’d read stories about guys who freaked out when they finally got to see their wife with another man. I’d wondered if I would be one of those guys.
I figured we passed the first test when she talked about being with Aiden and I’d been more turned on than anything else. That had been a fucking relief knowing that I wasn’t going to freak out or anything.
This was the other test though. Actually seeing her with other men. I searched inside me to see if there was any hint of the jealousy other guys had felt.
The jealousy was there, but it was merely adding to the cocktail of emotion running through me. And I knew the emotion that was overwhelming me more than any other was the thought of how fucking hot it was watching my wife with these other men.
Yeah, this is what I was talking about!
As I stared Aiden moved into the frame. He’d already shrugged his suit jacket off and he looked over at the camera and winked. I got the impression the other two guys in the room didn’t know they were being watched.