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    A Chance to Advance – a Slutwife Sexstory

    26 May, 2018 (20:03) | Bisexual Hookup Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

    ***

    A young couple are offered a chance for the husband to
    advance at work, but in exchange the wife must make
    herself available to the executive’s on demand. (MMF,
    FF, wife-exh, reluc, husband-voy, oral, bi, gb, rom)

    ***

    It kind of started yesterday. Brad came home from work
    and it was obvious that there was something on his
    mind. He was distracted and at times he almost seemed
    like he was mad about something. He kept insisting that
    there was nothing wrong, nothing bothering him, but
    there was.

    Brad was my first and only boyfriend. We grew up next
    door to each other in an older, quiet neighborhood in a
    medium sized town in the Midwest. We really pissed off
    both sets of our parents when we got married. I was
    only sixteen and Brad was eighteen and just about to
    leave for college.

    We had been friends since we were infants, but we had
    fallen in love when I was fourteen and he was sixteen.
    We were not allowed to date, of course. I was not to be
    allowed to date until I was sixteen, and the boy that I
    wanted to date was two years older than me, so even
    though my parents knew and liked Brad, dating him would
    have been out of the question.

    But we spent all of our time together and as long as we
    didn’t call it a date our parents didn’t say anything.
    Long before we became sexually active, I used to give
    him little “shows” at night. My bedroom window faced
    his across our driveways and I would frequently
    “forget” to close my blinds at night when I got ready
    for bed. Every time was exciting, but I will never
    forget that first time.

    I had gone to my room to get ready for bed and as usual
    I went towards the window to close my blinds. I saw
    Brad in his room across the way and the idea just hit
    me. I have no idea where it came from even. I will
    admit that I sometimes played with my eager little
    pussy at night and thought of what it would be like to
    be seen naked by a boy, especially by Brad. But I
    didn’t think about really doing it!

    But this night I moved around my room and thought about
    what it would be like. I avoided looking at my window
    or even moving close to it. I made believe that I
    didn’t see Brad across the way, watching me. I fiddled
    around in my room, trying to work up the nerve, and
    finally I started undressing. I didn’t undress like I
    was doing it for him. I attempted, as much as possible,
    to undress the same way that I did every night.

    I took off my t-shirt and tossed it on the bed. Then I
    took my shorts off and walked around in my underwear
    for a moment. I finally got the nerve to take off my
    bra and stood with my back to the window and reached
    behind my back and unhooked it. When I turned around to
    drop it on the bed I saw that Brad had turned his light
    out and I knew that he was sitting in the dark watching
    me. I dropped my bra on the bed and massaged my
    breasts; they always enjoyed that first moment or two
    of freedom when they were released from captivity.

    I could almost feel Brad watching me as I slid my
    plain, pink, nylon panties off and dropped them on the
    bed with the rest of my clothes. Then I went to my
    dresser and bent over and pulled out clean underwear
    and pulled them on and finally I dug out a sleep-shirt
    and put it on. I put my clothes in the hamper and then
    got on my bed. As I lay down my panties were exposed
    and I lay there like that for a little while, making
    believe that I was reading. But I couldn’t concentrate;
    I was much too excited to read.

    That was the first time. After that I did it every
    night. I used to get so aroused, slowly undressing in
    front of that window, knowing that Brad was watching
    and imagining what was going through his mind, what
    affect watching me was having on him. I would take off
    my clothes and move around my room, dragging out the
    time I spent naked as much as possible.

    I knew that he was watching, and he knew that I knew.
    And it was terribly exciting for both of us. I don’t
    know if that is why now we are both still so fond of,
    and still enjoy my exhibitionism. I really can’t say if
    I was putting on those shows because I am an
    exhibitionist, or if I became an exhibitionist because
    I so enjoyed putting on those shows for him. Whatever
    the reason, exhibitionism is still a part of our sex
    lives now, nearly eight years later.

    We didn’t mention those little shows at first. I was
    too embarrassed to talk about them the first few times.
    But after that first show, when we met outside to walk
    to school together the next morning, Brad was all over
    me. When we finally did start to talk about it, it
    seemed like I was more embarrassed talking about it
    than actually doing it. But once the initial
    nervousness was gone, we enjoyed talking about it too,
    joking about it, kidding about how hot it made us, and
    reliving it as we walked to school.

    It was months later, after Brad finally got a car, that
    we started moving towards the inevitable sex act. First
    there were the many evenings spent kissing and
    touching. I found that I loved being touched. It was
    every bit as exciting as I had imagined that it would
    be. And I loved touching him. I knew a lot of girls
    that were put off by a guy’s dick. They didn’t want to
    see it or touch it or they were really intimidated by
    it. I had only seen Brad’s, and I loved it. I loved the
    way it looked and the way that it felt, and before long
    I loved the way that it tasted. I felt sorry for those
    girls that didn’t know what they were missing.

    It was months before we actually had intercourse in the
    back seat of his car. We were both eager, but nervous.
    He didn’t want to hurt me, I didn’t want to be hurt,
    and neither of us wanted me pregnant, at least not yet.
    We both hated the idea of rubbers, so I found out what
    I would have to do to get on the pill and I went to a
    family planning clinic and they tried very hard to talk
    me out of it, since I wasn’t even fifteen yet, but in
    the end they gave me a prescription without notifying
    my parents. For the next year and a half we put that
    poor little pill to the test, big time! Every chance we
    got we had sex. If his parents weren’t home we used his
    bed, if my parents weren’t home we used my bed, but
    mostly we used his back seat, which is probably the
    worst place in the world to have sex, so you know it
    was true love.

    Shortly after Brad and I were married, he went away to
    Notre Dame on a full scholastic scholarship and I
    finished high school. After I graduated, two years
    later, I went to Middlebury College, also on a full
    scholarship. I did all of those things necessary to
    work my way towards a degree. I suppose that I rounded
    out my education. But since I had never actually
    planned to have a career it served no other purpose,
    except I suppose to better prepare me to hold my own in
    a conversation with the new circle of friends that Brad
    and I began to accumulate as time went on.

    When he had graduated, Brad had been hired by J.A.M.
    Aluminum. He had taken the job, in part because it was
    a wonderful job with a lot of potential for
    advancement, but mostly because he would be near to me
    in Middlebury and we would, for the first time in our
    two year marriage, be able to live together as man and
    wife.

    It was a very exciting time. I was a good student and I
    had always liked school. So I was able to do very well
    without putting too much time or effort into it. We had
    a very active social life. His office seemed to have a
    lot of executive parties and get-togethers, formal and
    informal, and they were a nice bunch of people. We
    enjoyed them a lot. According to Brad, I made a very
    good impression on his co-workers.

    Brad is very handsome, and I am not just saying that
    because I love him. He is also very intelligent, and an
    extremely personable young man. He was very highly
    thought of at work and he was obviously on the fast
    track.

    For the first two years we had two sets of friends. We
    had his friends at work and my friends from school. We
    had very few friends that crossed over. Our friends
    from J.A.M. were a bit older and more mature. Our
    friends from school were, well, let me be generous and
    say slightly less mature.

    But we enjoyed being with both sets of people and our
    social life was pretty active. There was something that
    we did, twice actually, with my school friends, that we
    never even considered with the people from Brad’s job.
    We had threesomes. Well, we did it more than twice, but
    we only did it with two people.

    The first time it was sort of an accident. We had
    thrown a party at our house. As usual, I had been
    wearing something sexy and revealing and flirting with
    all the guys all night. Brad was so horny from watching
    me, and I was so horny from doing it, that we couldn’t
    wait for the party to end and all the guests to leave.
    We had snuck upstairs and we were making out on our bed
    while the party was still going on.

    It was several minutes before we realized that we were
    being watched. A good friend of ours, Bob Usher, had
    been unable to wait for the bathroom downstairs to open
    up, so he had come up to use the upstairs bathroom.
    When it, too, had been occupied, he had come down to
    our bedroom and used our master bathroom. We had rushed
    into our bedroom and started going at it, not realizing
    that anyone was in our bathroom.

    When Bob opened the door after he finished in the
    bathroom, he saw Brad and I doing some serious making
    out. My breasts were exposed and my skirt was up to my
    waist and Brad was eating me out, only minutes away
    from getting on top of me and giving me the good
    pounding that I really needed right then.

    I saw Bob before Brad did. But for some reason I didn’t
    freak out. In fact, I just smiled at him. Brad saw my
    reaction and then he saw who I was smiling at. He
    stopped eating me long enough to smile at Bob too. Bob
    took that as permission, I guess, because he didn’t
    leave. He moved closer and stared at my exposed body. I
    can’t explain why we all did what we did next, so I
    won’t try. I will just try to describe it.

    I was already very excited from flirting and showing
    off all evening. And now Brad was eating my sopping wet
    pussy and we were both getting off on the idea that a
    friend of ours was standing at the edge of the bed
    watching closely.

    I reached out and took Bob’s hand and pulled him closer
    and he bent down and started kissing me and touching my
    breasts. It was the first time anyone but Brad had
    touched my breasts, or seen them close up. I
    immediately had an orgasm from all of the stimulation,
    but Brad just kept on eating me.

    Bob kept kissing me and soon he was kissing and sucking
    my nipples and without even thinking I reached out my
    hand and started rubbing his cock through his pants. I
    had never touched any cock but Brad’s, and the very
    idea of it was extremely exciting. I was holding a
    friend’s cock in my hand while he was kissing my tits
    and my husband was eating my pussy and watching me! How
    fucking hot is that!

    There was no plan. Neither of us knew that this was
    going to happen. It was just happening and it was
    exciting and we were thinking with our sex organs and
    just going with it.

    I started struggling with Bob’s zipper, trying to get
    his cock out, and without removing his lips from my
    nipple he reached down and unfastened his belt and his
    pants and slid them out of the way, his shorts along
    with them.

    I reached down again and put my hand around that hot,
    soft flesh of his steel hard cock and using it as a
    handle I pulled him up onto the bed and guided him
    close enough that I could see, and then taste him. He
    straightened up, but his hand never left my breasts and
    I hungrily took him into my mouth. While I sucked the
    first cock I had ever sucked that was not Brad’s, I was
    looking my husband right in the eyes and I saw that he
    was just as excited as I was about it, although I was
    so fucking turned on right then that I probably could
    not have stopped if he had looked upset.

    But he wasn’t upset, he was very turned on. He stopped
    eating me and quickly wrestled his pants and his
    underwear off and then he got back on the bed and
    lifted my legs and started fucking me violently. And it
    was fantastic!

    I came as soon as his cock entered me, and I kept
    cumming while he was fucking me and I was sucking Bob’s
    cock like a crazy woman. Bob was picking up speed in my
    mouth and Brad was squeezing one of my tits and Bob was
    squeezing the other and I was looking up at the two,
    strong, handsome men that were fucking me and having
    one wonderful orgasm after another.

    Bob came first. He filled my mouth with his cum and I
    was surprised at how much different it tasted than
    Brad’s cum. But it didn’t taste bad and it was very
    exciting. I like it when Brad cums in my mouth. Cum is
    not the most delicious thing in the world, but the idea
    of having a man cum in my mouth is almost enough to
    make me cum just thinking about it.

    I was moaning around Bob’s cock while he emptied his
    balls into my mouth and he was holding my head tight
    with one hand and squeezing the hell out of my tit with
    the other and then, after I swallowed. I just held his
    cock in my mouth until Brad came in my pussy a minute
    later.

    After Brad had filled me with cum he stayed buried in
    my pussy until he was soft and then he stretched out
    beside me and Bob stretched out on the other side of me
    and Brad pulled my face close and kissed me
    passionately while Bob ran his hands lightly over my
    body.

    When we broke the kiss I looked him in the eye, looking
    for any sign of regret, jealousy, whatever. I saw none
    of that. He relaxed beside me and his hand joined Bob’s
    in gently teasing my body while the three of us talked
    quietly.

    None of us was stone sober, but none of us had had so
    much to drink that alcohol could take the entire blame
    for what had happened. But as we talked, it became
    obvious that there was no blame. We had all enjoyed it
    and there were no hard feelings or even any discomfort
    or embarrassment. It had been an accident, but a very
    exciting one. We had all enjoyed it.

    I was starting to get turned on again and I tried to
    tell them that if they didn’t stop what they were doing
    with their hands that I would not be responsible for
    whoever got raped next.

    The guys laughed and Brad said, “I don’t think it would
    be fair to let Bob leave here without trying out some
    of that hot pussy of yours. I would hate it if he got
    the impression that I was a bad host.”

    I had been holding both men’s soft cocks in my hands
    while they caressed my breasts and my dripping pussy
    and both were getting hard again.

    I looked at Brad and asked, “Honey, are you sure? The
    blowjob was a wonderful accident. If I fuck him it is
    going to be on purpose.”

    Brad smiled and said, “I just learned that I love
    watching you in action. But you have to promise not to
    hurt him.”

    Bob was fully hard now and he said, “I’m not afraid. If
    you would prefer though, I can make it look like an
    accident. I could pretend to fall down and make believe
    that I didn’t know that she was there.”

    I grinned and pulled him closer and kissed him and then
    pulled him up on top of me. I reached down and lined
    his cock up and it was so exciting, having a cock that
    wasn’t Brad’s enter my pussy for the first time. I was
    already turned on from all of the touching and I had my
    first orgasm almost in just a few short minutes of
    violent thrusting.

    Brad started kissing me while Bob was fucking me and
    both of them were teasing my breasts again and it is a
    good thing that one of them was kissing me at all
    times, because I was screaming into first Bob’s mouth
    and then Brad’s mouth and the people that were still at
    the party would have been running up the stairs,
    looking for the woman being murdered, if they weren’t
    suppressing my screams with their lips.

    Bob came again, surprisingly quickly since I had just
    sucked him off, and I had several more orgasms while he
    fucked me. As soon as he pulled out of me and rolled to
    his side I got up and sucked Brad to a second orgasm,
    which was also very quick in coming. I guess there was
    no denying that he enjoyed the show.

    We all rested for a moment after I sucked Brad off.
    Then I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up
    while the guys went back to the party. After I had let
    two men’s cum drain out of my pussy into the toilet and
    washed myself off and brushed my teeth, I went back out
    and sat on my bed to rest for a minute to get my
    composure back. I could smell the sex in the room. And
    I was not getting myself much more composed as I sat
    there smelling the smell of cum in the air and
    picturing what had just happened, replaying it in my
    dirty mind. I wished that Brad had waited for me; I was
    ready to go again!

    I finally got up and went downstairs. I found Brad and
    Bob together having a drink and as I approached Brad
    handed me a drink that he had all ready for me. I
    sipped the drink and thanked him. Then I kissed both
    men and started circulating through the remaining
    guests.

    It was starting to get late and some of the few
    remaining guests were pretty drunk so I arranged for
    them to either get a taxi or camp out somewhere in the
    house until they sobered up enough to drive back to
    campus or where ever they lived. It was another hour
    before things were quiet and everyone was either gone
    or down for the night. The only people left standing
    were Bob, Brad and me.

    I knew that Bob was not too drunk to drive, and I
    wondered if he and Brad had decided to go for a
    rematch. I didn’t have to wonder how I felt about that
    idea. It was late and I was tired. But I was not too
    tired to try to recapture the excitement of what we had
    done an hour or so ago.

    I saw Brad and Bob put their drinks down and Brad went
    to the door and locked it. Then they came over to where
    I was starting to clean up and Brad put his arms around
    me and said, “Leave that for tonight. Bob has agreed to
    stay and help us clean up in the morning.”

    I kissed Brad and then I grabbed both of them by the
    belt and pulled them to the stairs. I didn’t have to
    pull hard. As I climbed the stairs, a step in front of
    them, I felt each of them put a hand on my leg and work
    it up under my dress until each of them was holding a
    cheek by the time we got to the top of the stairs. It
    was a wonderfully sexy sensation.

    This time, when we were safely locked in our bedroom,
    we all undressed and did it right, although I think the
    first time was the most exciting. The first time for
    everything is usually the most exciting, isn’t it?

    The next day, true to their word, the two guys helped
    me clean up, as did one of the girls that had passed
    out in one of our spare bedrooms. It only took a couple
    of hours. Trust me; a couple of hours to clean up after
    twenty drunken college kids, that’s making good time!
    Then I made breakfast for the four of us and then,
    finally, everyone had gone, it was just Brad and me.

    We didn’t know quite what to say to each other. We both
    realized that we had enjoyed it tremendously. We both
    knew without having to say it that there were no hurt
    feelings, no jealously. What we didn’t know was where
    do we go from here? Did we want to do it again? Did we
    want to do it with someone else? I know it is wrong,
    but I had serious reservations about doing it with
    another girl. I know, that was so not fair to Brad. But
    not only did Brad understand, he insisted that he was
    happier with the arrangement that we had last night. He
    claimed that he didn’t want all the pressure of having
    to satisfy two women. But we both realized that I was
    the more exhibitionistic, and he the more voyeuristic.
    And we knew that that was a large part of the enjoyment
    we got out of what had happened.

    This all took place near the end of my sophomore year.
    We had another threesome later that year with Bob. But
    then he started getting serious about a girl he had
    been dating and didn’t want to screw it up. We are
    still friends with Bob, and still see him and the girl
    who is now his wife, Karen. But it is strictly a
    platonic relationship now.

    It was almost a year before we had another threesome.
    This time we had invited a friend over to watch a DVD
    one evening. We had dinner and a bottle of wine, but no
    one was under the influence. The movie had been pretty
    hot and the conversation started getting kind of sexy.
    Brad and I had seen where things were going, but I
    think that it came as a big surprise to Jim when it
    started to go beyond the flirting stage.

    He was nervous at first, not as self assured as Bob had
    been. Maybe because he was more sober than Bob had
    been, or maybe because he was almost a virgin. But he
    learned a lot that night! I had moved into his lap and
    started teasing him. He had been afraid that Brad would
    get upset and kick his ass, but when it finally sank in
    that Brad was a willing audience, things moved along
    pretty fast. He was not as good as Bob, not at first. I
    think because he lacked the confidence. But by the time
    he left that evening he had gained a lot of confidence.

    After that night he came back several times to watch
    DVDs. Whether there was one to watch or not! And each
    time it was better.

    Still, even though we enjoyed the hell out of what we
    were doing, we had to be careful, especially with Brad
    working his way up the corporate ladder. My reputation
    was pretty important. And I suppose we were both afraid
    that if we did it too often it would lose its thrill.
    At least that was what we told ourselves. So we only
    did it with those two guys. We didn’t do it at all in
    my senior year.

    Then came graduation and we settled down. I became the
    good little corporate wife. I did some volunteer work
    in town. I had always been into gymnastics and dance,
    and I continued taking classes and though I was a
    little too tall to be competitive, I was 5’8″ and 115
    lbs and just barely a B cup, I enjoyed both activities
    and kept at them. I have long legs and the exercise
    keeps me limber and slender. I can still get into some
    pretty exciting positions!

    I have also volunteered to help out with company
    functions and I had gotten to meet a lot of the senior
    staff at the plant. I had received some pretty
    interesting propositions from some of them too. So I
    was aware that a lot of the senior vice presidents
    where Brad worked were a bunch of horn dogs.

    That brings me back to what was bothering Brad for the
    last two nights. When he came home from work that
    second evening and he was still obviously upset about
    something I started to get worried. I knew that he
    loved his job and it concerned me that something at
    work was troubling him this much. I made him a special
    dinner and we had a good bottle of wine and after I
    cleared off the table we sat and talked while we
    finished off the wine.

    Brad and I had always told each other everything, and I
    didn’t want him to feel that he had to protect me from
    whatever it was that was on his mind. Finally I
    convinced him that whatever the problem was we could
    solve it better together and then he wouldn’t have to
    worry about protecting me, a concept I wasn’t that fond
    of to start with.

    Brad paused for a second and then he said, “I have been
    offered a promotion and a very large raise.”

    I looked at him, really confused now, and said, “Yeah,
    I can see where that would be a problem. You aren’t
    going to stand for that are you?!”

    He laughed at that and took his last sip of wine. Then
    he got up and said, “This is going to be a two bottle
    of wine evening. Hold that thought.”

    He went to the cabinet and got out another bottle and
    opened it. He set it down to let it breathe for a few
    minutes and then he said, “I have been offered a junior
    vice president’s position. If I accept it my salary
    will more than double, with bonuses and perks it will
    more than triple. We will have a company Cadillac, a
    new one every year, stock options, company trips, use
    of the company jet. My salary will be more than we can
    spend and the work, the job that they are offering is
    so exciting that it gives me a hard-on!”

    I waited for the “but” to come, because I knew there
    was a big one coming. But it was obvious that he didn’t
    even want to talk about it. I finally had to ask. “That
    all sounds wonderful baby, so what are you not telling
    me? What is the catch?”

    Brad took a deep breath and said, “EPOD is the acronym
    that they use for it.”

    He was apparently going to make me drag this out of
    him. But before I finally got impatient and asked he
    continued.

    “EPOD, Executive Pussy on Demand. If I accept the
    position, you will have to agree to become a member of
    a secret society of junior vice president’s wives. You
    will be more or less a call girl. Any member of the
    senior staff will be able to have you, at any time and
    at any place that they desire. They can call you into
    the office and fuck you there, or drop by the house any
    time, day or night and fuck you here. Not only that,
    but there will be regular parties, well, orgies
    actually, where you will be nothing more than a party
    favor, you and the other wives. You would also be used
    from time to time to sweeten deals with clients.”

    I was surprised to find that I had two immediate
    reactions to what my husband had just told me. The
    first, and more appropriate response, was shock,
    dismay, maybe even anger. But I was embarrassed to find
    that I was also aroused by the concept. I don’t mean
    panting, tear my clothes off horny, but as I listened
    to him tell me what would be required of me I
    recognized that little tingle between my thighs. The
    concept, in the abstract at least, struck me as quite
    erotic.

    I could just imagine being available to the half dozen
    older senior vice presidents, and the company
    president, as well as the occasional client. Imagine it
    as in fantasize about it, not that I could imagine
    myself actually doing it.

    I gratefully accepted when Brad poured us each another
    glass of wine. Finally I asked, “When were you going to
    tell me about this?”

    He looked at me as if to say, “That’s a stupid
    question!” But what he said was, “I wasn’t going to
    tell you!”

    “What happens if you tell them no?” I asked.

    Brad shrugged and said, “Nothing, I guess. I don’t the
    promotion, or the raise, and life goes on.”

    “But what about when some other position opens up? Will
    you still be considered?” I asked.

    He shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Mr. Kennedy told
    me yesterday that the primary reason that I had been
    offered the position was that my work merited a raise
    and I was more than qualified. I was not being offered
    the job merely because all of those dirty old men
    wanted to get in your pants. That was just a big plus.”

    “How many other wives are there in EPOD,” I asked.

    “Three,” he answered, “Carol Mitchum, Madison Scott,
    and Grace Davis. You have met Grace.”

    “Grace Davis! Are you sure? She has been married to Tim
    for ten years but she still acts like a fucking
    virgin!”

    Brad nodded and said, “Yeah, I was surprised at all
    three of them actually. I mean, they are all lookers.
    Well, not as hot as you. And they are all at least ten
    years older than you. And except for Grace I suppose I
    can picture them going along with it, but not their
    husbands. Jeff Mitchum and Carl Scott are two of the
    biggest stuffed shirts that I know. Tim is kind of a
    wimp. I suppose that I can imagine him going along with
    it. I just can’t imagine how he got Grace to go along.”

    I laughed and said, “Maybe she just wanted something
    she wasn’t getting at home.”

    Brad smiled and shrugged again.

    I asked, “So you weren’t going to tell me? Does that
    mean you won’t consider it?”

    Brad looked shocked that I would even ask. “Do you mean
    that you would consider it?!”

    “I don’t know,” I answered. “To be honest, when you
    were telling me what is required of the girls in EPOD I
    kind of got a tingle out of it. Just the concept, mind
    you, not that I actually considered doing it. It could
    have been just the wine.”

    I could see that Brad had not anticipated this turn in
    the conversation. He was studying me now, trying to
    decide what I was thinking.

    I said, “Don’t look at me like that. I can see you
    trying to read my mind. I don’t even know what I am
    thinking.” I really didn’t, either. I had met all of
    the senior vice presidents. Several of them had made
    passes at me, but in a friendly, flirty way, the kind
    that you can say no to and just pass it off as a joke.
    And I hadn’t been offended. In fact, I had been kind of
    flattered.

    “How much of a raise did you say?” I asked.

    He looked at me in amazement. Then he answered, “My
    salary would be $200,000 a year before bonuses and the
    value of the other perks was added in. With stock
    options and the car and bonuses it would be well over
    $300,000 a year.”

    He looked at me and exclaimed, “You’re really thinking
    about this!”

    I got a little defensive and said, “No, I’m just
    exploring our options. I want to know what you know.
    What if I was considering it, how would you feel about
    it?”

    He looked at me strangely and said, “I don’t know. I
    never imagined for a second that you would consider it.
    I thought you would be pissed and want me to go kill
    someone for even suggesting it!”

    “How long would I have to be in EPOD?” I asked.

    The expression on Brad’s face was starting to change
    now. He had not even considered accepting. Probably
    because he never believed that I would even consider
    it. Now he could see that I was at least considering
    it. It was, after all, a very large sum of money to
    pass up.

    He said, “I suppose that you would have to remain in
    EPOD until I was promoted to senior vice president.
    Most of the men holding that job now are in their mid
    to late fifties or early sixties. But they might decide
    to work until they are seventy for all we know. And
    there are three other junior vice presidents in front
    of me for promotion. You could be fucking those horny
    old men for fifteen or twenty years!”

    I thought about that for a moment and then I asked,
    “But as long as we didn’t fuck up, you would be pretty
    much guaranteed a promotion to senior VP, right?”

    “Yes,” Brad answered. “I suppose so.”

    “What would you think of me if I said maybe we should
    talk about it some more, maybe we should consider it?”
    I asked him.

    Brad gulped down the last few sips of his wine and
    poured another glass for both of us. But he didn’t
    answer. He suddenly got thoughtful, actually thinking
    about it for the first time.

    After a few minutes he turned to me and said, “You know
    that you would be nothing more than a call girl. The
    client list would be pretty small, but still, Mr.
    Kennedy could come by the house anytime, night or day
    and tell you to undress and fuck you, right in front of
    me if he wanted to. That doesn’t bother you?”

    I was embarrassed by my answer, but I had to be honest
    about this now, or we would never come to a decision we
    could both be comfortable with. I hesitated and then I
    said, “You know what I was thinking about? I was
    remembering our threesomes with Bob and Jim. I know
    what you are thinking, this would be different. But
    they were some pretty exciting times. And we didn’t
    have any regrets. You enjoyed watching me fuck both of
    them. And that was just sex, just recreational sex.”

    “But to be honest,” I continued, “even though the money
    and the perks are exciting, that is not what made my
    stomach flip when you were telling me about it. You
    make a very good salary now. I wouldn’t be doing it for
    the money.”

    “We have to decide how you would feel about me if I
    agreed to this before I can even begin to make up my
    mind. If you can’t still love me, then like I said,
    your current pay check is just fine with me. We have
    everything we want or need right now. If you thought
    the idea was hot, and don’t try to tell me you don’t
    get turned on by the idea of me fucking other men, I
    have seen you watching when I was doing it! If you
    thought the idea was hot and you could still love me
    and respect me when this is all over, then I would have
    a decision to make. If you have even the slightest
    doubt, then I don’t have a decision to make, you will
    have made up my mind for me.”

    Brad was quiet for a few minutes and then he said,
    “When Kennedy first called me into his office and made
    the pitch, I was really pissed. I had to really
    struggle to stay calm and not get up and rearrange his
    face. We had that talk just before I got off work
    yesterday. You noticed how upset I was.”

    I nodded.

    “But last night,” he continued, “when I was laying in
    bed in the dark, and most of today when I was thinking
    about it, it kind of turned me on. I didn’t want to
    feel that way. Today I was mad at myself for not being
    mad at Kennedy. But I wasn’t thinking about whether or
    not to tell you, or whether or not to accept. I was
    thinking about you being their sweet young call girl
    and having hot, sweaty sex with you whenever they
    wanted. And those parties I told you about, most of the
    time the husbands are invited. I would get to watch
    them with you. But I was thinking about it in the
    abstract. I was thinking of the fantasy, not the real
    thing.”

    It was quiet for a while. We sat and sipped our wine
    and I don’t know what made me do it, but I slid out of
    my chair and dropped to my knees in front of Brad and
    roughly pulled his light jersey lounging shorts down
    and off. Then I gave him a loud, raunchy, slutty
    blowjob.

    He liked it. He liked it a lot! He came in about three
    minutes, and that was a record for him. He usually
    lasts a very long time.

    As soon as he came he smiled down at me and said, “Get
    your fucking ass up here slut!” He pulled me to my feet
    and moved our glasses and the wine bottle and after
    removing my terrycloth shorts he pushed me onto the
    table on my back, put my legs over his shoulders and
    returned the favor. I knew that I was sopping wet and I
    was embarrassed at how excited the conversation had
    made me. But then I remembered how quickly he had cum
    in my mouth and I was starting to think that I was
    about to become a call girl. And that thought pushed me
    right over the edge.

    He ate me to several more orgasms and finally I was
    slumped on the table in front of him and he was staring
    at my messy pussy and lightly moving his fingers over
    my thighs and my stomach, all around the area. As he
    caressed me he was watching my muscles tremble as I
    came down off of the sex high. Then he bent down and
    kissed my pussy and helped me back into my chair, after
    spreading my shorts out so I wouldn’t leave a spot. He
    is so considerate!

    I took another sip of wine and asked, “When would I
    start?”

    He chuckled and asked, “Are we really going to do this?
    We are taking a big chance, you know. I love you so
    much, and I would hate it if you changed. I have never
    met a call girl, but I have the impression that they
    are kind of cold and don’t enjoy sex. I would hate it
    if you became like that.”

    “Couldn’t I just be a sexy housewife that is getting a
    little on the side?” I asked.

    After another pause I asked, “What if we agree to do
    it, and then we decide we can’t handle it?”

    Brad said, “I don’t know. It would be pretty hard to
    take a demotion and go back to doing my old job. They
    would probably fill my position right away. I suspect
    that we would probably have to leave the company if it
    didn’t work out.”

    “That would be a shame,” I said quietly. “I know how
    much you love working there.”

    Brad looked at his watch and said, “It is time to go to
    bed. Let’s sleep on it and decide in the morning.”

    I nodded and got to my feet. My legs were still a
    little wobbly; Brad does such a good job with his
    tongue! I corked the wine and put it and the glasses
    up. Then we grabbed our shorts and headed for bed.

    But we couldn’t just go to sleep. We were both too
    wound up. We sleep in the nude and so there was nothing
    to get in the way when he started touching me and
    kissing me and in no time at all we were having our own
    hot, sweaty sex. I came several times before Brad did,
    and when he finally came I was too tired to go clean
    up. I thought to myself, “Fuck it, I’ll put clean
    sheets on tomorrow!” I rolled over and we cuddled and
    lay in the dark waiting for sleep to come.

    It took me a long time to go to sleep that night. And I
    could tell from his breathing that it took Brad a long
    time too. I know what was going through his mind
    though. I lay there with the same images in my mind,
    and his hard cock nestled between the cheeks of my
    butt.

    When the alarm went off in the morning I went down and
    made breakfast while Brad showered and dressed. I love
    to see him when he comes down in the morning all
    freshly showered and shaved and wearing one of those
    expensive suits. He looks so handsome and so powerful I
    always just want to rip his suit off and fuck him half
    to death.

    He sat down and I brought him his coffee and toast and
    cereal. We still hadn’t said anything about EPOD, but I
    think we had both already made up our minds. I can’t
    say that I wasn’t nervous. The idea of being available
    for any kind of sex with anyone who wants me and being
    unable to say no is both very erotic, and very scary.
    But there was a certain degree of humiliation that that
    kind of sexual servitude necessarily brought with it
    that I was surprised to discover was really turning me
    on. I didn’t think I was that kind of girl!

    Brad ate his breakfast and we tried to act normal. When
    he had finished he sat back and sipped his coffee and
    asked, “So, we are going to do this thing?”

    I smiled and kissed him and said, “It seems like it
    turns us both on. It may be that a week from now you
    will be looking for another job because we screwed up
    though, you realize that don’t you?”

    Brad said, “I could stand to lose the job. I couldn’t
    stand to lose you. We have to promise that if it gets
    to be a problem we will say something, okay?”

    I said, “Okay, but if you don’t leave now I am going to
    be humping your leg in a few minutes. And you know how
    that always stains your suits!”

    Brad stood up and said, “So I guess that is not just a
    yes, but an enthusiastic yes.”

    I stood up and we hugged and kissed and as he went to
    work I went up to change the sheets on our bed. Then I
    took a shower and dressed casually and started cleaning
    house and doing all that housewifey stuff.

    I am a very intelligent and well educated young woman
    and people find it hard to understand that I enjoy
    being a housewife. Most of them don’t realize just how
    hard it is to do it well. I love it. I love keeping our
    house perfect for my loving husband and making him
    great meals and just being there for him. The only real
    drawback to the job for me is that I am alone most of
    the day. It would be nice to have someone to talk to. I
    need a friendly next door neighbor that drops by for
    coffee every day.

    And Brad appreciates what I do and doesn’t hesitate to
    show me. He brings me flowers and if he has free time
    at work he calls me up to say “hi” and “I love you.” I
    could have had a job, but I never had a burning desire
    to be anything in particular, and I get so much
    satisfaction out of what I do, why would I want to do
    anything else? We didn’t need the money before; we will
    need it even less now.”

    I was just about to go out and run some errands when
    the phone rang. It was Brad calling to tell me that he
    had talked to Mr. Kennedy and as of this moment his new
    telephone extension was 1369. He was in the process of
    moving into his large new office. He asked me what I
    was doing and I told him that I was just about to leave
    for the dry cleaners. He suggested that I stop by the
    Cadillac dealer and pick out a new car.

    Things were certainly moving quickly! I wanted to wait
    until we could go to the car dealer together, but he
    said that he would be pretty busy for the next week or
    so, and he trusted me. Besides, it didn’t really matter
    what I got. He suggested that I just go around and look
    for the most expensive one in the color that I liked.

    I dropped off the cleaning and picked up what I had
    dropped off previously and, as usual, flirted with the
    nice old guy that owned the shop. I had planned on
    going to the grocery store and picking up a roast, but
    the Cadillac dealer was on the way so I drove in and
    looked around.

    I was pounced on immediately and the salesman showed me
    around. I picked out a DTS in glacier white with every
    possible option. I figured if all of those guys are
    going to fuck me, it was only fair that I took this
    opportunity to fuck them. I explained to the salesman
    that my husband worked at J.A.M. Aluminum and that I
    was picking out his company car. I was taken inside and
    they were already expecting me. I was told that I could
    pick the car up in an hour and the papers would be
    ready to sign when I came back.

    I walked out and went to the grocery store having just
    spent a small fortune, and it had really been fun! The
    sticker price of that car was very nearly what my
    husband had been making a year until today.

    I did my shopping and I put the meats and dairy
    products in a cooler in the trunk. Then I stopped at a
    store called Sweet Nothings to spice up my wardrobe. A
    pretty redhead, her hair was almost the same shade as
    mine, greeted me when I came in and I told her that I
    need to change my image a little. She looked at my
    figure and the way I was dressed and then she led me
    around the store and picked out a dozen sexy outfits
    and the underwear to go with them. I tried them on and
    she approved enthusiastically of most of them. I tended
    to like what she was picking out and I bought all of
    the ones that she liked. She also helped me pick out a
    couple of nearly obscene bathing suits.

    I followed her to the register and I wasn’t even phased
    at the several hundred dollars that it all cost. I
    would find out later that I would be given a credit
    card to buy all of my clothes with. I probably should
    have waited, but we were making so much money now that
    it really didn’t matter.

    I went back to the Cadillac place and picked up the new
    car after signing only a few pieces of paper and then I
    nervously drove it home. I was planning on coming back
    later with Brad to pick up our car, but not long after
    I got home, someone from the dealer delivered it to my
    driveway! You don’t get that kind of service from the
    Chevy dealer!

    I took my groceries inside and put them away and I laid
    my new outfits out on the bed and then I waited
    anxiously for time to start supper. I had nothing else
    to do and it was still early afternoon.

    Well, I thought that I had nothing else to do. It
    turned out that I had something to do after all. My
    doorbell rang at a little before two in the afternoon
    and when I opened the door, there was Mr. Kennedy!

    My legs immediately got weak, but I smiled and stepped
    aside to let him in. He put his arm around my shoulder
    and led me into the living room and said, “Jan, I must
    confess that I have been looking forward to this for a
    very long time. I could not possibly wait another
    moment. I was starting to fear that your husband would
    say no to our offer. I assure you that I would have
    been very disappointed.”

    When we were in the living room he stepped back and
    looked at me, or I suppose leered at me is more
    appropriate. He managed to raise his gaze up to my eyes
    for just long enough to say, “That’s a beautiful car
    that you picked out. You have excellent taste.”

    I smiled and thanked him. I asked him he would like
    something to drink and he declined. Instead he asked me
    if I would lead the way to my bedroom.

    I said, “Right this way sir,” and turned to go to the
    stairs.

    As I did he said, “When it is just the two of us,
    please call me Gene.”

    I smiled and took his hand and said, “Okay, right this
    way Gene.”

    He paused at the foot of the stairs to let me precede
    him. I fully expected feel his large hand on my ass or
    my thighs as I led him up the stairs. But he was the
    perfect gentleman.

    I led him down the short hallway to my bedroom and he
    smiled when he saw the new clothes on my bed. I said,
    “Just getting ready, I have a pretty conservative
    wardrobe. I thought that I would need something a
    little spicier now.”

    While I was clearing the bed off he told me about the
    credit card I would be getting. Then he took the
    receipt for the clothes I had just bought and said that
    he would see to it that Brad was reimbursed today or
    tomorrow.

    I thanked him and then I waited for some sign of what I
    should do next. Gene pulled me close and we kissed and
    he ran his hands over me for a few minutes. I was
    nervous, but I was excited too, and I tried to let it
    show when I returned his kiss.

    He broke the kiss after a few minutes and ran his hands
    down over my hair and said, “I have always had a thing
    for redheads.”

    I said, “That’s good, because I have always been a
    redhead. Would you like to see?”

    “I would like that very much, my dear, very, very
    much.”

    Gene sat down on the side of my bed and I stood in
    front of him and slowly undressed. I was wearing a
    short, silky wraparound sundress that had a simple
    knotted rope for a belt. I struggled for a moment with
    the knot, my fingers were shaking.

    I finally got the knot out and let the belt hang loose
    and the dress just fell open. I had gotten out of the
    habit of wearing a bra. Brad preferred me without, and
    once I got used to it, so did I. I shrugged my
    shoulders and the dress slid down and I dropped it onto
    a nearby chair. I was wearing only a thong now. I
    usually wear a bikini or briefs, but I had been feeling
    sexy after last night and the thong seemed to fit my
    mood.

    I stood in front of Gene in my thong and turned around
    slowly. Then I slid the thong off and tossed it on top
    of my dress. I moved closer and it was obvious that
    Gene approved of my body. He was grinning like crazy
    and he had a very large looking tent in his pants.

    He moved his hands over my body greedily. I was a
    little afraid that he would be disappointed in my
    breasts, but he obviously was not. He was a little
    rough, but it felt good.

    I waited to see what he would want to do. Mr. Kennedy
    was the most senior of the senior vice presidents, but
    he was not the oldest. I would estimate his age to be
    between fifty-five and fifty-eight. He was about 6’2″,
    maybe 200 lbs, and in pretty good shape. He had what
    are normally referred to as “rugged good looks.” His
    hair was silver and he was very distinguished looking.
    I found him to be quite attractive. He was one of the
    men that had made a pass at me earlier, and when I had
    said no it was because that was what I was supposed to
    do. I was attracted to him.

    It occurred to me that this would have been a lot
    harder if we had not had those threesomes with Bob and
    Jim a few years ago. I had really loosened up a lot
    thanks to those two guys. And then I thought how sad it
    was that Brad couldn’t be here to watch us now. But
    then, when he got home I would tell him everything that
    happened, in graphic detail, so that it would be as
    much like he was here as I could make it.

    As Gene continued to explore my body I stepped closer
    and put my arm around his neck and said, “This is a
    first for me, Gene. You are going to have to tell me
    what you want me to do.”

    He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his
    mouth, and after gently biting down he did the same to
    the other. I felt the shocks travel through my stomach
    directly to my clit and I shuddered in excitement.

    Then he pulled back and said, “I like your attitude. I
    suspect you are going to be very good at this, and I
    look forward to many more of these little get-
    togethers.”

    He gently moved me back a step and stood up and started
    to undress. I took each item of his clothing from him
    as he undressed and I hung them up on a nearby rack
    that Brad used when he undressed at night. As he took
    off his clothes he said, “I was going to hurry over
    here and get a quickie blowjob and then go back to
    work. But I am afraid that you are just too
    irresistible. I have got to fuck you and I can’t wait
    another day.”

    I smiled and said, “I am honored. But there is no
    reason why you can’t do both, is there?”

    He chuckled and said, “Yes, you are going to work out
    just fine. Not to be too crude about it, but do you
    have any idea how long it has been since I stuck my
    dick into a twenty-two year old woman? No, silly
    question, of course you don’t. I don’t either to be
    honest. But it has been decades. You are obviously
    beautiful and sexy, but what you probably don’t realize
    yet is how sexy youth is once you begin to age. The
    older I get the sexier youth is. Your soft skin, your
    firm body, even your scent is youthful. I can assure
    you, young lady, that for the near future at least, you
    are going to be very busy. It is going to take longer
    than it might normally for your “newness” to wear off.”

    I had put the last of his clothing aside and I dropped
    to my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my hand
    and I was very impressed. It was very nice looking, and
    very hard. I kissed the tip of it and licked my lips
    and then I looked up and said, “I’m in no hurry. New
    sounds pretty exciting to me.” Then I took him into my
    mouth and he grabbed my head and groaned loudly and I
    started sucking his cock.

    After a moment he stopped me and sat back down on the
    bed. I stood up and pushed him over onto his back and
    he slid up and got comfortable. Then I got on the bed
    with him and took him back into my mouth and gave him a
    blowjob every bit as enthusiastically as I had for Brad
    last night.

    He cried out, “Sweet Jesus! God damn girl! I don’t know
    who taught you how to do that, but you are fucking
    fantastic!”

    I took my lips away from his cock long enough to look
    back at him and say, “Self taught.” Then I took him
    back into my mouth. I had my legs up by his shoulder as
    I sucked him and his hand was moving over my ass and
    between my legs, almost as if they were moving of their
    own accord. His eyes were closed and his hips were
    moving up to meet my lips and I was soon taking his
    cock into my throat. His cock was no longer than
    Brad’s, and slightly thinner, so it was pretty easy for
    me.

    He started squeezing one of my ass cheeks very hard and
    swearing a blue streak and I could tell that he was
    about to cum. I pulled my lips back to the head of his
    cock and used my hand to finish him off.

    Once he had filled my mouth with cum I straightened up
    and smiled at him and showed him that he had, indeed,
    filled my mouth with cum. Then I swallowed, noting that
    this was the fourth man that I had sucked off, and no
    two of them had tasted the same yet. I wondered if
    pussies had as wide a variety of flavors as cocks did.

    Gene watched, and the pleasure was evident on his face
    as I swallowed his load. Then I bent down and licked up
    the few drops that had leaked out of his cock as it
    went soft. I was surprised when I looked down to see
    that he was not circumcised. I hadn’t realized it when
    his cock was hard. Now I saw the big flap of skin that
    covered the head of his cock and I explored it, curious
    about the difference. I thought that it was kind of
    sexy. And as I explored and teased his cock and watched
    it get hard again I watched the foreskin disappear.

    “Isn’t that neat,” I thought, “a cock that does
    tricks!”

    Once he was hard I turned around and straddled his
    thighs and, with a little difficulty I sat up and took
    him into my very, very wet pussy. I slid down on his
    cock and sighed with pleasure at the sensations of a
    nice hard cock filling me. It is a wonderful sensation
    and I doubt if I will ever get tired of it.

    I paused for a moment, once his cock was buried in my
    pussy, and then I started moving up and down, slowly at
    first. He watched my face, and my breasts, but mostly
    my breasts, as they began to bounce up and down with my
    movements. I had to slow down twice; I even stopped
    once, as I had a violent orgasm on his hot cock. But
    soon I was fucking him hard again and I could see that
    it would not be much longer. He started swearing again
    and at the last minute he grabbed both of my tits in
    his hands and squeezed them and used them to guide my
    movements as he thrust up into me and came yet again.
    His orgasm, and the pressure on my tits, set me off and
    I came for the third time.

    When we had both cum, I collapsed down onto his hot
    sweaty body and he held me there for a moment while he
    went soft in my pussy. When I finally felt like my arms
    and legs were no longer made of rubber, I got up and I
    leaned down and kissed his very slimy cock. It twitched
    at the touch of my lips and, I felt is eyes on me,
    waiting to see what I was going to do.

    I don’t know why I did it. I had never done it before,
    not even with Brad, but I started licking his cock
    clean and finally I took it into my mouth and sucked it
    until all of our juices were gone. Then I kissed it
    again and got up and pulled him to his feet and led him
    to the bathroom.

    I said, “You can’t go back to work smelling like me,
    let’s take a quick shower.”

    He chuckled and said, “I wish I could keep this scent
    on me all day. I would go from office to office and
    taunt my fellow workers.”

    I shook my head and turned the shower on and waited a
    minute for the hot water, then I pulled him into the
    shower and I washed him, thoroughly. And while I was
    washing him “thoroughly” he got hard again, and I
    dropped to my knees and sucked him to a third orgasm as
    he sat on the bench in the shower with the hot water
    running over him.

    When I had finished he said, “I’ll be a son of a bitch!
    I have not done that in many years young lady. The
    first thing that I do when I get to the office will be
    to give your husband a bonus. You have earned it
    already.”

    I pulled him back to his feet and licked and kissed his
    nipples and said, “That’s okay Gene, I enjoyed it as
    much as you did. Buy your wife something nice instead.”

    Gene shook his head in disbelief. Then I rinsed him off
    and we stepped out of the shower and I dried him off
    with a big, soft fluffy towel.

    I helped him dress, and then I led him to the front
    door, I was still naked, and I told him how much I
    enjoyed myself and I thanked him for being so nice,
    because I had been really nervous.

    He pulled me close and kissed me and said, “I have no
    idea how I will be able to stand the idea having to
    wait until I can be with you again. I have never been
    with such a fantastic, sexual, sensuous creature in my
    life, and I have been with quite a few wonderful women
    over the years, as you might imagine. Your husband is a
    very lucky man Janice. Goodbye.”

    I kissed him again, a quick goodbye kiss this time, and
    held the door for him. He left, finally and I went to
    the kitchen and made myself a drink and then sat down
    and thought about what had just happened.

    There could be no question that I had enjoyed the hell
    out of it. It had been exciting and erotic and I had
    probably had a half dozen orgasms. And I didn’t feel
    the least bit guilty. I was only worried about Brad.
    His would be the important reaction. If I told him what
    happened today and he became upset, that would be a
    problem. Somehow though, I didn’t think that was going
    to happen.

    I finished my drink and rinsed out my glass before I
    finally had the presence of mind to check the time. It
    was time to start the roast and I ended up preparing
    the entire meal in the nude!

    Just before it was time for Brad to come home I thought
    about putting on one of my new slut outfits, or maybe
    just some of the underwear, but I decided that he would
    like me better this way. I watched the time and had
    supper on the table and a drink ready to hand him at
    the door when I heard him drive up.

    I heard him on the front porch and I threw the door
    open wide and greeted him with a smile and a drink and
    a naked body. It never occurred to me until after I
    threw the door open that someone might have been with
    him. But they weren’t, and he smiled and took the drink
    and hugged me and kissed me and we went inside.

    He hurried to the bedroom to change into some casual
    clothes and I went with him to watch. He reached into
    his breast pocket and handed me an envelope. “Mr.
    Kennedy said to give you this,” he said.

    I didn’t have to open it; I knew it was the money for
    the clothes.

    As he undressed, Brad said, “I have known that man for
    several years now. I have never seen him smile like
    that before. I think he likes you.”

    I was pretty sure that I already knew the answer, but I
    had to ask, “What about you Brad? What do you think now
    that it has happened?”

    Brad took me in his arms again and said, “Let me have
    your hand.”

    I held my hand and he guided it down to the front of
    his pants and I found myself holding a very stiff cock.

    He smiled and said, “I have been so anxious to get home
    and find out what happened that I was running cars off
    the road all the way home. I love you just as much as I
    did on our wedding day. No, I probably love you a lot
    more. I didn’t really know you very well that day. I
    know you pretty well now, and I love you. I love
    everything about you. Now, if you don’t tell me what
    happened today, well, nothing, but quit teasing me, I
    am dying to hear about it!”

    “I’m not teasing you!” I exclaimed. “I was worried that
    you might be sorry now that it has actually happened.
    Now hurry up and change you fucking pervert, supper is
    ready and I will tell you over supper.”

    He swatted at my butt, but I ducked and ran back
    downstairs and sat there, naked and excited, ready to
    tell him everything that happened.

    He was only a minute behind me and as he sat down I
    asked, “Did you like the car I picked out?”

    He rolled his eyes and said, “What car? I don’t care
    about a fucking car, talk or get spanked!”

    He stood back up and carved the roast and when he was
    done we toasted each other and while he started serving
    himself I started telling him everything that had
    happened. I included every detail that I could
    remember, every word, every touch, every moan, groan
    and orgasm.

    I was getting turned on all over again as I told him
    about it, and he was getting turned on hearing about
    it. As soon as we had finished dinner, and we were
    eating pretty fast, we put the leftovers away and
    rushed to the bedroom.

    I pushed him back onto the bed and I suddenly
    remembered that I had not changed the sheets or washed
    the bedspread. I wondered if he would notice. As I got
    up on the bed and started sucking his rock hard cock I
    heard him sniff the air. He groaned and said, “I can
    smell him! I can smell Kennedy from when he took you to
    our bed and fucked you!” That was all he could say
    before he filled my mouth with cum.

    Brad was so horny that he didn’t even go soft after his
    orgasm. I swallowed his hot load and he pulled me on
    top of him. He held me tight and kissed me and then he
    rolled over on top of me and plunged his still hard
    cock into my more than ready pussy and started fucking
    me violently.

    It was fantastic! I was thrusting back just as hard as
    he was driving his cock into me. The sound of our
    bodies crashing together filled the room and as he
    fucked me I started talking, which is something that I
    don’t normally do during sex. I said, “God that feels
    so fucking good! Do you still smell that? Do you smell
    Gene’s sweat? He was lying right where I am lying now,
    on his back staring up at my tits as they swung wildly
    while I fucked him. He loved it! He went crazy and came
    like an animal.” I almost let myself get too
    distracted, but just as Brad started to cum I came too.
    I had lost track of how many times that made today.

    And when he had finally gone soft and rolled off of me
    I rose to my knees and kissed him, and then I kissed my
    way down his sweaty body to his soft, nasty cock and as
    he watched in amazement I licked and sucked his cock
    and his balls clean. Then I kissed him on the head of
    his cock and stretched out beside him, totally worn
    out. I had told him that I had done this for Gene, but
    I had never done it for him before and he seemed to
    think it was a pretty sexy thing to do.

    He kissed my lips and said quietly, “Two can play at
    this game.” Then he got up on his knees and started
    kissing his way down my body. I was kind of brain dead
    at first, it didn’t occur to me what he was doing. When
    I realized that he was going to put his face in my well
    fucked pussy I grabbed the sides of his head and tried
    to pull him back up beside me. I begged him not to do
    that. The idea of how gross I must be, and the fear of
    grossing him out was maybe a little inappropriate,
    considering what I had just done for him, but I
    couldn’t help what I was feeling. I didn’t want him to
    see me, or taste me like that. I was afraid of looking
    at his face and seeing distaste, or worse yet, disgust.

    But he refused to listen. He pulled away from my hands
    and as I begged him not to, he kissed and licked his
    way down my sweaty body and then started kissing and
    licking all around my nasty pussy.

    I closed my eyes and tensed up; waiting for I don’t
    know what, but his lips and his tongue got closer and
    closer and finally I felt is tongue slide through my
    very messy furrow. I waited for his reaction, expecting
    to hear gagging or choking or something. So I was
    astounded when after a brief pause he did it again.

    I looked down at him, trying to figure out what had
    gotten into him. He was smiling up at me and he paused
    to say, “You have been swallowing cum for me for years.
    And now you are going to be doing it for my bosses, at
    my request. I should damn sure have the balls to do
    this for you.”

    I said, “That is sweet Brad, I really appreciate what
    you are saying, and what you are doing. But you don’t
    have to do that. It is different for a guy, I
    understand that.”

    “Bullshit!” he exclaimed. “Cum is cum and it tastes the
    same to you as it does to me. And anyway, it isn’t that
    bad, especially when you mix a bunch of pussy juice in
    with it. I wouldn’t want to do this everyday, but I can
    handle it if you can. Now lay back and relax, I am not
    going to bite you, well, not hard.”

    Brad licked between my thighs a little longer, and then
    he started kissing and licking my clit and before I
    knew it I was screaming and pulling his hair and
    cumming like crazy!

    I came more than I ever had before, I could feel it
    dripping out of me. But I was so sensitive then that I
    couldn’t stand one more stroke of his tongue. I grabbed
    his hair again and pulled him back up beside me and I
    laughed when I saw his messy face. I licked his face
    clean and then we kissed and held each other tight for
    the longest time.

    I was just about to fall asleep when I looked at the
    clock and saw that it was still so early. We had eaten
    and then raced to bed before I could even clean up the
    dishes. I got up and went to the bathroom and then I
    started to dress and go downstairs.

    Brad stopped me and said, “Please don’t. I love you
    like that.”

    So I curtsied, not easy to do when you are naked, and
    we went downstairs naked and he helped me clean up,
    even though I insisted that he sit down and let me do
    my job.

    After the dining room was cleaned up and the dishes
    were in the dishwasher, I grabbed a large towel and we
    sat on the couch on the towel and had a glass of wine.
    Brad’s father had always had a glass of red wine in the
    evening, either with dinner or afterwards. Eventually
    we got into the habit as well. It was just a relaxing
    thing to do after dinner.

    We sat together and Brad had his arm around me and we
    just enjoyed each other’s company for a while. We
    talked a little more about my afternoon. Brad had
    several questions about Gene and how I had reacted. I
    was totally honest, I was now not the least insecure
    about Brad’s reaction to what happened.

    I pointed out the keys to the new car on the hall tree,
    but Brad said that except on weekends, the car was for
    me. He would be picked up in the morning and driven
    home after work in a company limo. Whoa! Mister Big
    Shot!

    We finally went to bed and we both slept like logs. No
    problems with conscience here!

    In the morning we went about our normal routine. I made
    breakfast and we had coffee together. The limo picked
    him up at his normal leaving time, stretch limo no
    less!

    After he was gone I had nothing to do but put away last
    nights dishes and wash the few morning dishes. Then I
    went up and made the bed and while I was doing that the
    phone rang. I answered, and despite how great yesterday
    had been, I was still nervous about the call.

    I picked it up and it was the secretary to Mr. Morris,
    the company president. She asked me if I would be able
    to come to the office and meet with Mr. Morris in two
    hours. I told her that I would be delighted and as soon
    as she hung up my stomach was in knots.

    I had met all of the vice presidents, but I had never
    met Mr. Morris. I had seen him. He was a very stern man
    who appeared to be in his mid sixties. Everyone seemed
    to be afraid of him, or at least they avoided talking
    about him to me.

    I went upstairs and showered and it occurred to me that
    I had no idea what I should wear. I didn’t know if I
    should dress normally, or more in keeping with my new
    part time job. I decided to compromise and wear one of
    my nicer dresses, and some of the slutty underwear I
    had just bought. I got ready and looked in the mirror.
    I wish I knew why he wanted to see me. I probably
    should have asked. I am in such a strange situation
    that I have no idea what is proper.

    I went out and got in the new car and it was such a
    pleasure to drive that I was able to relax for most of
    the ride to the plant. I had been there many times over
    the years that Brad had worked here. And each time I
    had been asked to show my driver’s license at the gate.
    Not this time! I was waived right in and the guard even
    saluted as I drove through!

    I drove to the administrative office building and as I
    was driving down the line looking for a parking place I
    passed a vacant spot not far from the door. I was
    astounded to see my husband’s name, Brad Pittman, on
    the reserved parking sign. I parked in the slot and
    went inside and a receptionist got up and escorted me
    to Mr. Morris’ office.

    The people there had always been friendly, but not like
    now. This promotion that Brad had gotten must have
    really moved him into the upper echelons. I was treated
    as if I were someone! It kind of made me uncomfortable.
    But I was pretty sure I could get used to it.

    I got to Mr. Morris’ office fifteen minutes early. His
    secretary said, “Mrs. Pittman. Thank you for coming in.
    My name is Heather. Mr. Morris is anxious to meet you.
    He has someone in his office right now, but if you
    would have a seat he will be right with you.”

    As soon as I was seated in the expensive leather chair
    she asked me if she could get me anything and after I
    declined she sat with me and made small talk. I asked
    her if she knew what he wanted and she smiled and said,
    “Don’t worry; he likes to meet with the wives of all of
    his vice presidents and get to know a little bit about
    them. Don’t let his stern demeanor throw you, he is
    really a sweetheart. He is the nicest man I have ever
    worked for, honest.”

    I was not totally convinced, but still, she was
    reassuring. We talked about nothing in particular for a
    few moments and then we heard someone at the inner door
    and Mr. Morris was showing someone out.

    They said goodbye and he spied me sitting with Heather
    and came over and with the same dour expression, but a
    light and friendly tone to his voice he said, “I assume
    you are Janice Pittman?”

    “Yes sir,” I said, “Please, call me Jan.”

    He nodded and guided me into his office and shut the
    door. He led me to a comfortable leather seating area
    in the corner and asked if he could get me a drink. I
    asked for a bottle of water, I was so nervous that I
    was having trouble swallowing.

    He went to a small refrigerator in the bar area and
    brought it to me and sat down nearby. But far enough
    away that I didn’t feel crowded.

    He said, “You are a very beautiful young woman Jan. I
    have heard a lot about you. I understand that you
    graduated from Middlebury College, that’s an excellent
    school.”

    I nodded and took a sip of water and waited to see what
    this was about.

    “Please my dear, relax. I am not nearly as ugly as I
    look. And while I can’t promise not to bite, I promise
    not to bite hard.”

    I smiled and said, “I’m sorry sir, this is all so new
    to me, this entire, strange situation.”

    He said, “I understand. Just remember that you are not
    the first to go through this. We have had EPOD in
    effect here for nearly a generation now. We are all
    used to how strange a situation it is. We all
    understand that you will need some time to learn your
    responsibilities and adjust to them. Don’t be afraid of
    saying or doing the wrong thing, whatever mistake you
    might make has been made before, I promise you.”

    “I had a report on you from Mr. Kennedy yesterday
    afternoon and I must say that it was quite favorable. I
    don’t think you will have any problems adjusting to
    your situation here at all.”

    I blushed, and he seemed to find that amusing.

    I said, “I didn’t even know what to wear when your
    secretary called. I bought some sexier clothes to wear
    after I decided to go through with this, but I didn’t
    want to come dancing in here looking all slutty and
    upset someone. There should be a book of rules.”

    He looked at me and said, “You know, that’s a good
    idea. Why don’t you keep it in mind? Make a mental note
    of your questions and the appropriate answers, and
    someday when you are feeling like it, work something
    up. It would be helpful, wouldn’t it?”

    I nodded, and then he asked me if I had any questions.

    I smiled and said, “What should I have worn today?”

    He chuckled, but I noticed that he never smiled. “You
    look lovely Jan. I wouldn’t have you dressed any other
    way. On the other hand, none of the gentlemen that
    might call you and ask you to come to their offices in
    the foreseeable future would have a problem with slutty
    either.”

    I smiled shyly and said, “I’m wearing slutty
    underwear.”

    I almost thought he was going to smile there for a
    moment. “Jan, I am of an age that pretty much all I am
    able to do now is look, look and touch. But I do enjoy
    those pleasures, and if you don’t mind, I would love to
    see your slutty underwear.”

    For some reason, I suddenly felt completely at ease
    with Mr. Morris now that he had made himself sound a
    little vulnerable. He really was a nice man. He was
    polite and totally non-threatening, and I was happy to
    put on a little show for him.

    I stood up and moved in front of him and said, “Mr.
    Morris, I would love to undress for you.”

    I reached behind my back and unfastened the catch at
    the top of my dress and pulled the zipper down, slowly.
    I shrugged and it slid down off my shoulders and I
    pulled my arms free. Then I hooked my thumbs in the
    waistband and pushed it down over my hips and bent down
    and picked it up in as lady-like a manner as possible.
    I set it on a chair and stood in front of him in my
    lacy bra and panty set and my thigh high silk-look
    stockings.

    I turned around slowly and asked him if he liked my new
    outfit. He started to reach out and touch me and then
    he pulled his hand back quickly and asked if it was
    alright if he touched me. I thought that was strange,
    he knew that I was now a virtual sex slave to him and
    his vice presidents for the foreseeable future. I
    didn’t understand his hesitation. Perhaps it was
    generational. Or maybe he was just a very nice man.

    I reached for his hand and pulled it up and placed it
    on my breast. As his hand gripped my breast through my
    tiny little bra I said, “Mr. Morris! You may touch me
    anytime you want.”

    I moved his hand from one breast to the other, and then
    I guided him down my flat stomach to my panties. I let
    him move his hand over my lacy, silky underwear while I
    reached behind my back and unfastened my bra and
    dropped it on my dress.

    I heard his breath catch and I was very proud that
    someone that had seen so many attractive women was that
    moved by my body.

    He was quiet for a moment and then he said, “Oh my god,
    Fran, you are truly beautiful!”

    I guided his hand back up to my breasts and he explored
    them eagerly, but gently. His hands were soft and
    gentle and it felt very nice, and I told him that.

    I let him explore my breasts for a while, and then I
    bent down and pushed my panties off. I left the
    stockings on and stood in front of him naked but for my
    shoes and stockings. He had a look of awe on his face
    as his fingers trailed down and ran lightly through my
    bright red pubic hair for a few minutes, and then moved
    lightly to my well lubricated pussy.

    I gasped at his touch and said, “Oh Mr. Morris! That
    feels wonderful!” And I meant it. He had a very nice
    touch.

    I could have sworn that I saw twitching in his pants as
    he touched me and I dropped to my knees and said, “Mr.
    Morris, I know you said that you only wanted to look
    and touch. But even if you can no longer have an
    erection, I am sure it would be pleasurable if you
    would let me return the favor. My husband says that I
    am very talented with my mouth, please let me try.”

    He said, “It is sweet of you to offer Jan, I appreciate
    it. But it has been years, and I have grown tired of
    the frustration that usually results from any such
    attempts. I have enjoyed what we have done. Perhaps we
    should just leave it at that.”

    I had placed my hand on that twitching lump in his
    pants and I could feel the heat from it. It just didn’t
    seem possible that he would settle for looking at me,
    or touching me. I was determined, and I begged him for
    the chance to try. I insisted that, even if he didn’t
    get an erection, I would love to take him into my mouth
    and thank him for all that he has done for Brad and me.

    He looked skeptical, but I guess sex is a very
    difficult thing to give up on. He stood up and I
    unfastened his pants and pulled them and his shorts
    down to his ankles and then I slipped is shoes and his
    pants off and spread his legs wide apart.

    I was surprised at the size of his soft cock. It must
    have been pretty impressive when he was younger, it was
    pretty impressive now! It was the longest that I had
    seen yet, at least eight inches and still soft!

    I smiled up at him as I moved my hand over his heavy
    cock and I said, “It’s beautiful! That is the nicest
    cock I have seen, though to be honest, I haven’t seen
    that many yet.” He ran his hands down over my long red
    hair and looked at me longingly; I could see how much
    he wished that he could have sex with me. And I became
    determined.

    I leaned down and I kissed the head of his cock and
    then I moved it out of the way and began to lick his
    thighs, working my way up to his balls as he sat back
    and watched in fascination. I gently massaged his cock
    as I licked his balls and then took each one into my
    mouth and ran my tongue over it.

    He was obviously enjoying it, but still there was only
    a twitch running down his big cock. I took his cock in
    my hands lovingly and licked it all over, and I was
    sure that I was starting to see signs of life.

    He started to tell me that it was hopeless, but I
    shushed him and said, “It isn’t hopeless, and even if
    you don’t get an erection, it feels good doesn’t it?”

    He nodded and I said, “Good, then let me do this, I am
    enjoying it.”

    I could feel him start to relax and I was sure that his
    cock was getting larger now. I worked at it, not
    desperately, but gently and lovingly. And then I
    remembered something I had read about in Cosmo. I
    lifted his legs and draped them over the arms of the
    overstuffed chair he was sitting in and I began to lick
    up and down the crack of his now exposed ass.

    As my tongue moved over his asshole he shuddered and
    gasped and I moved back and forth over it a few more
    times before burrowing my tongue right up inside of
    him. He was groaning now and muttering obscenities
    under his breath. Finally I wet a finger and gently
    inserted it into him and began to massage where I
    assumed his prostate was located. With my other hand I
    lowered his legs and I could see that his cock was more
    than half hard now!

    I took his cock into my mouth and as I gently massaged
    his prostate I moved my mouth up and down his very
    impressive cock and with a little effort I was able to
    take an inch or two of it into my throat. I looked up
    between his legs and saw that he was staring at me with
    the strangest expression on his face, like he had just
    seen a ghost!

    His cock never got completely hard, but in another
    couple of minutes he tensed up and he shot a thin
    watery stream of cum into my mouth. I moaned around his
    cock and worked at it lovingly as he caught his breath
    and the muscles in his body began to relax. When he was
    done I sat up and gently removed my finger from his ass
    and while he stared at me with an expression that was
    almost love on his face I sucked my finger clean and
    then I leaned forward and kissed his cock and thanked
    him.

    He looked at me in disbelief and asked, “What are you
    thanking me for?!”

    “For letting me try,” I said, “and for trusting me
    enough to relax and let it happen. I am honored that I
    could bring you so much pleasure Mr. Morris.”

    He sat up and pulled me close and hugged me and held me
    tight for a long time. Then he said, “Young lady, you
    will probably never fully appreciate what you have done
    for me here today. You are the most exciting, and yet
    the sweetest and most refreshing young lady I have met
    in nearly half a century. If, at any time, anyone gives
    you a hard time here at this company or at any of its
    functions, I want you to call me immediately. Do you
    understand?”

    “Everyone here has been wonderful to me. I am sure that
    won’t be a problem. But I promise to call you if I need
    to. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t be getting used
    does it?”

    And then he did smile. He bent down and kissed me and
    said, “You are truly remarkable. I pray that you are
    one of those women that are unchanged by what you will
    be going through. I have talked to your husband. I am
    sure he will be able to handle it. I would hate to see
    you change. You are special.”

    “Does that mean that we can do this again?” I asked.

    “You have my word, Janice. Now, as much as I hate to
    say this, why don’t you get dressed and I will have
    Heather take you to see your husband before you leave.
    Thank you for being so nice to an old man, my dear.”

    He had stood up and was getting ready to dress and I
    hugged him and said, “Please believe me, I really did
    enjoy it. You are a dear, sweet man, just like Heather
    said. I enjoyed pleasing you and I am looking forward
    to doing it many times in the future.”

    Then I dropped to my knees and helped him with his
    shorts, after kissing his cock again, and then I helped
    him pull on his pants. Finally he sat back down and I
    put his shoes on and tied them. Then I dressed myself,
    slowly, so that he might enjoy the show.

    I grabbed my purse and my bottle of very expensive
    water and he called Heather in. She came into the
    office and started to ask him what he wanted when she
    suddenly noticed that he still had a trace of a smile
    on his face for the first time since she had started
    working for him.

    She stopped in mid-sentence and looked at him
    curiously, then she looked at me and then back at him.
    He saw her looking and tried to stop smiling and
    couldn’t. He finally shook his head and asked her to
    take me to Brad’s office and then come back to go over
    some paperwork he had for her.

    She led me out into her office and closed his door and
    then she stopped and turned around to face me. I almost
    ran into her!

    She stared at me, apparently speechless, for a moment
    and then she said, “I have been working for that man
    for more than ten years and I have never seen him
    smile. Not once, not ever! What did you do to him?”

    I smiled and said, “A lady doesn’t tell.”

    She stared at me for a moment longer and said, “Well
    I’ll be god damned! You got him off, didn’t you?”

    I really didn’t want to talk about that with her. I had
    just met her and that seemed awfully private. So I
    didn’t answer and she finally took me out into the
    hallway and down to a very luxurious suite of offices
    at the end of the hall.

    There was a receptionist for the four junior vice
    presidents in a small reception room. Heather
    introduced me to her and she took me to Brad’s
    secretary. Brad’s beautiful secretary!

    He hadn’t mentioned that part. But she seemed really
    nice, and she called him on the intercom and Brad came
    out to greet me. He kissed me and led me into his
    office. I know that he said that his new office was
    nice and big and fancy, but I was impressed. It was a
    huge office! And it had the same quality wood and
    leather furniture that Mr. Morris had in his office. He
    had a bar and his own bathroom. Actually, his office
    was not that much smaller than Mr. Morris’.

    Brad showed me around the room proudly and then he sat
    me down in the small seating area and asked me why I
    was here. I told him that I had just spent nearly an
    hour with Mr. Morris and he looked like he had been
    slapped.

    “Oh crap,” he said. “I didn’t think it would be this
    soon. I was talking to Carl Scott today and he was
    warning me about some of the things you should look out
    for. One of them was Mr. Morris. He can’t get it up
    anymore and he gets upset when the girls can’t do
    anything for him. Are you okay?”

    I smiled and asked, “Have you ever seen Mr. Morris
    smile?”

    “Nobody has seen him smile in years,” Brad said. “So
    don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault.”

    “Mr. Morris and I got along great,” I said. “And when I
    left his office he was smiling.”

    “What do you mean he was smiling?” Brad asked. “He
    doesn’t smile.”

    “After he came he did,” I said and smiled proudly.

    Brad didn’t know what to say, so while he was digesting
    that I asked, “What else did Carl say that I needed to
    watch out for?”

    “Mostly he warned me about Gavin Riggs. He said that
    most of the VPs are pretty nice, normal guys. Mr. Riggs
    is a bit kinky and has a mean streak. Carl said that he
    can get rough and he likes to humiliate the girls
    sometimes, make them do embarrassing things in public
    or, I don’t know, he wasn’t very specific, just watch
    out for him.”

    Just then there was a light knock at the door and,
    speaking of the devil, Mr. Riggs poked his head in and
    asked if he was interrupting. We stood up and Brad
    invited him in.

    He came in and came over to where we had been sitting
    and said, “I wanted to welcome you to the club, Jan.
    And I have a few minutes before my next meeting, I was
    wondering if I would be able to talk you out of one of
    those fantastic blowjobs I have been hearing about?”

    I smiled warmly and said, “My, word does travel fast
    around here. My blowjobs are not all that special Mr.
    Riggs, but I would be happy to fit you in to my busy
    schedule. Let me help you get comfortable.”

    I quickly undressed as he watched my every move, then I
    moved over to where he was standing and guided him to a
    large chair and got to my knees in front of him. Brad
    had begun to move back over to his desk to be more
    unobtrusive, but Mr. Riggs stopped him. “Don’t leave
    us, Brad. You might as well get used to this. You will
    be seeing a lot of it from now on.”

    I quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them and his
    fancy silk underwear down below his knees. He sat down
    and leaned forward and played with my tits for a
    minute, and then he sat back and watched as I leaned
    forward and began to lick and suck at his balls.

    As I worked with my face in his crotch he kept up a
    running conversation with Brad. I had the distinct
    impression that he was trying to make both of us
    uncomfortable. He was not being actually abusive, it
    was just the way he talked, the way he said things. It
    seemed obvious that he was trying to humiliate us and
    embarrass us.

    He didn’t know us very well.

    I gave him my second best blowjob; my best had just
    gone to Mr. Morris. Before long he had stopped talking
    and was enjoying what was happening in his lap. One
    thing he didn’t have was a problem getting it up. He
    had a nice cock and even though he may have had a
    bitter personality, when he came, in a surprisingly
    short amount of time I thought, his cum was not bitter
    at all. In fact, he had the nicest tasting cum I had
    ever tasted!

    I swallowed it all down and smiled up at him and told
    him that. He cocked his head and gave me a funny look.
    Then he stood up and I helped him put his clothes back
    together. When he was dressed as he had come in he
    shook his head and thanked me graciously and left. Then
    I moved over one seat, on my knees still, and sucked
    off Brad. He was pretty turned on, he hadn’t seen me
    with another man’s cock in my mouth for a couple of
    years and I got the impression that he had missed it.

    After he came and he put himself back together he
    pulled me up and he got between my legs and returned
    the favor. I had sucked off three men and I was pretty
    excited, so I really appreciated it. Sucking cocks
    really turns me on.

    After I had messed up Brad’s face with my pussy we both
    pulled ourselves together and got cleaned up and he
    started to get ready for a meeting. I asked if all of
    the beautiful women I had seen running around here knew
    what was going on.

    Brad said that he would ask Carl, he hadn’t even
    thought to bring it up. We kissed then and I went back
    outside and managed to find my way back out to the
    front door. The receptionist greeted me by name again
    and said goodbye and they were all just so damned sweet
    and polite and sincere that it made me nervous.

    I drove home and as I pulled into the driveway I
    reminded myself that I needed to ask Brad what we were
    going to do with our old cars. They were nice enough,
    and I suppose we should keep one of them. But our house
    had very little storage space and we kept a lot of
    stuff in the garage. So our driveway was full of cars,
    and now there were two of them that were not being used
    and were just in the way.

    I went inside and changed into one of the tiny new
    bathing suits that I had bought and grabbed the phone
    and a drink and went out into the backyard for a little
    sun. I was not that much of a sun worshipper. I liked
    to get just enough sun so that my breasts and my butt
    were stark white by comparison and stood out more. It
    turned Brad on and I thought that it was sexy too.

    I stayed outside for about an hour and then went inside
    and took a shower and started supper. It was just about
    ready when Brad came home. I was dusting the living
    room when the limo pulled up and it seemed so funny to
    see that thing pull up and Brad get out of it as though
    he had ridden in one all of his life. I wonder what the
    neighbors must think.

    I ran upstairs and undressed and met Brad at the door.
    We kissed and then we went back upstairs and I helped
    him undress. He seemed unusually quiet and I was a
    little worried. I had just been with him a couple of
    hours ago and he was happy and upbeat. Now he had
    something on his mind and it made me nervous.

    Instead of putting on his lounging shorts he put on
    some casual clothes and suggested I put something on,
    because we were going for a short ride after we ate.

    But he refused to answer any questions about why or
    where. And he calls me a tease!

    I put on some shorts and a cute top and my sandals and
    we ate a light supper. He tried to help me clean up
    again and I finally had to put my foot down. This was
    my job god damn it! He smiled and sat back down and I
    quickly put things away and cleaned up. Then I handed
    him the keys to the Cadillac and we left.

    He drove through town to a large new subdivision on the
    outskirts of town, not that far from the plant. The
    houses were beautiful, huge, brick homes on lots that
    were all several acres apiece. Half of them were still
    for sale and we drove around to a house that said
    office. I didn’t know what was going on. We were
    getting a huge increase in Brad’s salary, but these
    were million dollar homes! No exaggeration, we could
    not afford this!

    Brad parked at the office and came around and held my
    door for me. We stood in the driveway and looked around
    at the homes and I felt like someone would come out and
    take one look at me and know that I didn’t belong and
    ask me to leave.

    “Brad, what the hell is going on? We can’t afford one
    of these!”

    Brad didn’t answer; he took my arm and led me inside. A
    man was on the phone at a large desk and he looked up
    and held up a finger indicating that he would be right
    with us. There were pictures of the insides of some of
    the houses and there were floor plans tacked up all
    around. They were all very impressive, and all way out
    of our league.

    The man finally finished his phone call and came over
    and apologized and introduced himself. Brad said,
    “Hello Mr. Crane. I’m Brad Pittman.”

    Mr. Crane lit up like a Christmas tree. “Ah yes,” and
    he turned to me and said, “And you must be Janice! I am
    very happy to meet you. Mr. Morris called earlier this
    afternoon and I have been curious about you two since
    we spoke. Here are the houses, they are all open. If
    none of them appeal to you, I promise you that we will
    work something out.”

    Mr. Crane handed Brad a piece of paper with a list of
    addresses and a small plat of the subdivision. Brad
    pulled me outside and guided me back to the car and
    then he went around and got in.

    He didn’t start the car though. He turned to me and
    said, “Mr. Morris called me to his office this
    afternoon, after you went home. He invited me in and
    sat me in a chair and handed me a drink and sat beside
    me and stared at me for the longest time. I didn’t know
    what to think.”

    “Then he asked me if you had told me about the time you
    had spent with him earlier. I told him that you
    mentioned that you had been to his office, and I told
    him that that was pretty much all you had time to say
    before we were interrupted. He stared at me for a while
    longer and then he started telling me how special you
    were. I mean, not in detail, like you are great at
    sucking cock or anything.

    “He was talking about what a nice person you are and
    how nice you had been to him. Then he handed me the
    directions to this subdivision and told me that I was
    to go see Mr. Crane after dinner. He had spoken to him
    earlier and Mr. Crane had a list of houses that he
    wanted us to look at. If you liked one of them we were
    to tell Mr. Crane. If not, let him know and he would
    have one built that was more to our liking. Jan, Mr.
    Morris is buying you a house! Not the company, Mr.
    Morris, and not provisional. No matter what happens,
    this is our, your house!”

    I stared at Brad for a minute and then I got out of the
    car. He hurried out and came around and asked what was
    wrong.

    I said, “I can’t do this Brad. This isn’t right. These
    are million dollar homes! I need to talk to Mr.
    Morris.”

    Brad looked at me, and I saw that he wasn’t even
    surprised, or even disappointed. I loved that about
    him. We went back inside and before we could say a
    word, Mr. Crane held out the phone and smiled. He said,
    “Mr. Morris is holding for you Mrs. Pittman.”

    I took the phone and he got up and went outside, Brad
    went with him.

    I didn’t wait; I took the receiver and said calmly but
    firmly, “Mr. Morris, you are so sweet, and so
    thoughtful. I truly appreciate what you are doing here.
    These homes are lovely, but I can’t let you do this. It
    isn’t right. And it isn’t necessary. I will cherish the
    idea that you offered, but I can’t accept one of these
    mansions from you.”

    I heard him chuckle on the other end of the line and he
    said, “I knew that we would have to have this
    conversation Jan. I knew what you would think and how
    you would react. If you had reacted any other way I
    would have been disappointed. Now, let me explain
    something to you. I am, as you no doubt know, a
    multimillionaire. I am a widower and my only son is
    already wealthy in his own right.

    “I could not spend all of my wealth in the time I have
    left if I tried. Most of it will go to charity. The
    price of the home that I am going to insist that you
    select is nothing to me. I won’t miss the money. I
    will, however, derive nearly as much pleasure from
    giving it to you, as you gave me this afternoon. I am
    going to have to insist that you let me do this for
    you. And if that doesn’t work I will resort to
    begging.”

    I couldn’t help it, I started crying and he could hear
    me over the phone. I didn’t know what to say, but
    finally I said, “This isn’t right Mr. Morris. You don’t
    have to do this. What happened today, I did that
    because I wanted to. You didn’t make me do anything.
    You don’t owe me anything.”

    “No my dear,” he said quietly. “I may or may not owe
    you anything. But what you made me feel today was
    special, and the way you went about it, your
    tenderness, your sweetness, you really cared and I
    loved that about you. Please, let me do this for you.”

    I paused for a moment and then I said, “But if I take
    this I will feel guilty. It will be like I am using
    you, taking advantage of you.”

    “No dear, it won’t be like that at all. And besides,
    this home is much closer to the plant; I might drop
    over from time to time and let you make it up to me.”

    I smiled and said, “You dirty old man! Well, okay,
    since you put it that way. Thank you so much, you are
    sweet.”

    I heard him chuckle again and he said, “You are more
    than welcome my dear. I look forward to seeing you
    soon. And I meant what I said, if one of those houses
    is not perfect for you two, tell Crane and he will
    build one that is. Goodbye now.”

    “Goodbye Mr. Morris.”

    I hung up the phone and went back outside. I walked
    over to where Brad and Mr. Crane were standing and
    sighed and said, “Let’s go look at houses.”

    Brad used his finger to wipe a tear from my cheek and
    kissed me and we went back to the car.

    We drove around to every house on the list that Mr.
    Crane had given us. There were fourteen houses on the
    list and we got out and walked through them all. I
    wanted to leave there this evening and tell Mr. Crane
    that we loved his houses but we couldn’t accept. But I
    couldn’t. Each house that we looked at was more
    wonderful than the last. They were all huge; I think
    the smallest was just less than ten thousand square
    feet. There was marble everywhere and the smallest room
    was bigger than the largest room in our present house.

    The paper that we were given didn’t even list the
    prices, we weren’t supposed to know. We didn’t find out
    until later, at the lawyers office when we signed the
    papers that the house we selected was being offered at
    one point three million.

    We went home that evening, after finally selecting a
    new home, in a daze. We got out a bottle of wine and we
    each had a glass. We sat in the living room of our old
    house and stared at each other without even speaking
    for a long, long time. At the time I was figuring the
    house at right around a million. I looked up at Brad
    after a while and said, “I just got paid a million
    dollars for a fucking blowjob!”

    The next day I got dressed up, wearing the same outfit
    that I had worn the last time I went to his office, and
    I drove to the plant. I parked and walked in and
    breezed past the receptionist, waiving politely, and
    went to Mr. Morris’ office. I walked in and told
    Heather, “I don’t have an appointment, and I am not
    expected, but I need to see Mr. Morris.”

    She smiled at me and said, “It’s okay Mrs. Pittman, He
    told me to expect you. Go right in.”

    I started to go to the door and then turned back and
    said, “Please, call me Jan.”

    She smiled and nodded and I walked over and tapped on
    Mr. Morris’ door and went in.

    He saw what I was wearing and I saw something
    resembling a smile on his face as I approached his desk
    and stood there. Now that I was standing in front of
    him I didn’t know what to say. I had practiced so many
    things in my head, but now my head was empty.

    Finally I said, “Mr. Morris, I came here to tell you so
    many things, and now I can’t remember any of them. You
    didn’t have to do that. I keep going back and forth
    between incredible gratitude and horrible guilt.”

    “When Brad and I talked about his taking this position
    and my becoming a part of EPOD, we didn’t do this for
    the money. We did this because it was exciting. When I
    was still in college we had a couple of threesomes, and
    we enjoyed the hell out of them. That was why we did
    this. It would bother me if you thought that I did this
    for money or possessions. I like you and your opinion
    of me is important to me.”

    Mr. Morris stood up and walked around his desk and put
    his arms around me and held me close. He didn’t say
    anything for a few minutes, but then he said, “Young
    lady, as unlikely as it seems, after one afternoon with
    you I feel closer to you than I do to anyone else in my
    life. Don’t worry, I won’t be imposing on you, I don’t
    work that way. But the amount of money I spent on that
    house is insignificant to me. What is significant is
    that it brought you and your husband pleasure, and in
    some small way it expressed my gratitude for what you
    did for me. If I thought for a minute that you did what
    you did for the money we would not be having this
    conversation.”

    I reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him
    passionately. Then I smiled and said, “Mr. Morris,
    please, come to supper, just you and my husband and me.
    It won’t be a party, nothing fancy, just a simple
    dinner and some wine and quiet conversation.”

    He looked at me, as if to see if I was serious. Then he
    said, “When would you like me to be there?”

    “Tonight,” I said. “Tell me what time you can be there
    and I will plan dinner for then.”

    He hugged me again and said, “You are a precious young
    woman. I am so glad that I had the chance to meet you.
    I will follow your husband when he comes home at his
    normal time this evening, okay?”

    I looked up at him and asked, “What do you like to
    drink?”

    “I’m not much of a drinker,” he answered. “A glass of
    wine with dinner is about it for me. Now, you better go
    down the hall and have a talk with your husband. We
    don’t want him having a heart attack when I follow him
    home tonight.”

    I kissed him again and said, “You are special. I am so
    glad I joined EPOD.”

    “So am I,” he said.

    I left and went to Brad’s office. He had someone in his
    office when I got there and I sat and talked to his
    secretary, Jennifer, for a few minutes. She was really
    nice, and she was having a hard time of it lately. She
    and her husband were separated and it didn’t look like
    they were going to get back together. By the time that
    Brad was free I had invited her to dinner on Sunday,
    her and her two kids.

    Brad had about two minutes before he had a meeting. He
    was surprised to see me but I just popped in and told
    him that we were having company for dinner. Then I
    started to leave but he said, “Who?”

    I turned around and smiled and said, “My boyfriend.”

    I saw the confused look on his face and said, “Mr.
    Morris.”

    What followed was amusing. First he looked alarmed, and
    then he smiled and said, “Good.”

    I started to leave and then I turned back and said,
    “Oh, and Jennifer will be coming over on Sunday.” Then
    I left quickly.

    I went to the dry cleaners. Then I drove home, changed
    into more casual clothes and tidied up the house a
    little. While I was doing that I imagined how much
    different life was going to be when we were living in a
    mansion. The house we had selected was beautiful
    though. It suddenly occurred to me that we were going
    to have to buy all new furniture. Nothing we owned was
    appropriate for that place. And then I thought of the
    looks on our parents faces when they saw it! I would
    have to remember to have a camera handy when they came
    to visit.

    Just after noon the doorbell rang and when I opened the
    door I found two of the VPs, Daniel Grant and Bryan
    Newman. I smiled and stepped aside and invited them in.

    Mr. Grant waited until I had closed the door and then
    he took me in his arms and said, “We have heard a lot
    about you, young lady. Do you have a little time to
    spare?”

    I smiled at him and said, “Kind sir, I am at your
    disposal.”

    Mr. Newman laughed and said, “Oh Janice, we have no
    intention of disposing of you. We want to keep you
    around for a very long time.”

    “I’m flattered,” I said in response. “Would you
    gentlemen like to see my bedroom? It isn’t fancy, but
    the bed is made and is quite comfortable.”

    Mr. Grant let me go and said, “That sound like a great
    idea, please lead the way.”

    So I did. But unlike with Mr. Kennedy, these gentlemen
    did not wait until we reached the room. They ran their
    hands up my legs under my skirt and each of them was
    holding one of the cheeks of my ass by the time we
    reached the top of the stairs.

    As I climbed the stairs, and their hands climbed up
    under my skirt, I flashed back on one of the threesomes
    that Brad and I had enjoyed a couple of years ago, when
    I first experienced this sensation. We had had a very
    good time that evening. Maybe it was a good omen.

    At the top of the stairs I took the hands of the men
    behind me and led them to my bedroom. I turned after I
    entered the room and watched them follow me in. Mr.
    Grant and Mr. Newman were in their mid-fifties. Mr.
    Grant had a little bit of a stomach, but other than
    that they both seemed fit. Mr. Grant was losing his
    hair; Mr. Newman’s hair was very gray.

    I had spoken with both men several times in the past
    and they had been pleasant. Had they not come here
    together I might have felt less intimidated. Well,
    maybe that’s the wrong word. I was just a little
    nervous. Two more men were about to see me naked for
    the first time and have sex with me. That kind of made
    me nervous.

    Inside the room the men looked around and Mr. Grant
    took me in his arms again while Mr. Newman undressed.
    Mr. Grant’s hands were all over me and I just relaxed
    and surrendered to him until a few minutes later when
    he turned me over to the now naked Mr. Newman. I was
    taken into his arms so fast that I didn’t even have a
    chance to glance down and see what I was going to have
    to deal with.

    He started kissing me and running his hands over my
    body. I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of loose
    shorts and panties and he quickly removed my t-shirt.
    When he had bared my breasts he leaned back and looked
    down and smiled and said, “Every bit as beautiful as I
    knew that they would be!”

    Then he turned me to face Mr. Grant, who was just
    removing his shorts, and said, “Look at these tits Dan!
    Are they not perfect?”

    “They are indeed, Bryan, she is a beautiful young
    woman.”

    Mr. Grant stared at me as Mr. Newman finished
    undressing me from behind. Then he stepped closer and
    the two men were both exploring me with their hands and
    it was starting to really get to me.

    I expected to take them to bed and do whatever it was
    that they had in mind, but they apparently couldn’t
    wait that long. The bed, after all, was a good ten feet
    away. Instead, they pushed me to my knees and stood in
    front of me and took turns feeding me their cocks. They
    were dominant, even a little forceful, but not violent,
    and I found it to be very exciting being taken and used
    like this, as opposed to making love.

    Before long, both men were forcing their cocks down my
    throat and it wasn’t long at all before they both came
    in my mouth. Not that I was keeping track, but they
    were the sixth and seventh men to cum in me, in my
    mouth. I realized that I was starting to not pay much
    attention to what it tasted like. Not like at first
    when I was so fascinated by it, by the whole mystery of
    it.

    After both men had cum, Mr. Grant stepped away and I
    concentrated on sucking Mr. Newman until he was hard
    again. As soon as he was ready he stretched out on the
    floor and pulled me over on top of him. I guided his
    refreshed cock into my pussy and started sliding up and
    down while he played with my tits.

    After watching for a few minutes, Mr. Grant came over
    and put his half hard cock in my face. I started
    sucking him again while still trying to concentrate on
    pleasing Mr. Newman. I am not that good at multi-
    tasking, and it can be difficult to please two cocks at
    once.

    When I sensed that Mr. Newman was getting close I
    started to concentrate on him and I sped up and soon he
    was filling me with yet another load of fresh cum from
    yet another VP from J.A.M. Aluminum. That makes four
    down and two to go, again, not that I’m counting.

    Mr. Newman was guiding my hips as he finished and when
    he was done he held me still and I sat on him for a
    minute and let him get his breath. When he released me
    I lifted my leg and dismounted, and then I leaned down
    and started licking and sucking him clean. It is funny
    how surprised guys get when you do that, even if just
    minutes earlier you have swallowed a load of cum from
    the end of their cocks. But they all seem to think it’s
    a sexy thing to do. And I do too.

    While I was licking and sucking Mr. Newman clean, Mr.
    Grant got on his knees behind me and guided my knees a
    little further apart. Then he started putting a finger
    in my dripping pussy and transferring Mr. Newman’s cum
    to my virgin ass. I had known that this was going to
    happen eventually, but I wasn’t looking forward to it.
    I tried to relax though, I knew that it was going to
    happen, whether I was tensed up and hating it or
    relaxed and going with the flow. I figured the latter
    choice would work to my advantage in the end, so to
    speak.

    I forced myself to relax and I tried to hold Mr.
    Newman’s cock in my mouth and nurse on it to distract
    me while Mr. Grant did what he was going to do. He
    didn’t hold me there; he just started to caress my hair
    and watch my face, watching to see how I was going to
    react.

    Mr. Grant moved one finger back and forth between my
    pussy and my asshole for a couple of minutes and then
    he started using two. He was patient and he didn’t
    force it and so far it was okay. It didn’t hurt; there
    was just a sensation of fullness, and the embarrassment
    of being touched there.

    Eventually he started using three fingers, and that did
    hurt a little, but not too much to stand, and I figured
    that three fingers were larger than his cock and so I
    was not that worried.

    He worked on me with three fingers for a few moments,
    not as long as he had when he was using one and two
    fingers. He must have been getting impatient. He pulled
    his fingers out of me and moved up behind me and I felt
    his cock plunge into my pussy and he fucked me for a
    minute before he pulled out and started to gently force
    his cock into my ass.

    I kept telling myself to relax and take deep breaths
    and he took his time and it actually was not anywhere
    near as bad as I thought that it would be.

    He started fucking me there after he had let me get
    used to being so full, and not long after he started I
    felt something moving against my forehead. I opened my
    eyes and saw that Mr. Newman’s cock was hard again. So,
    since I was in the area anyway, I took him back in my
    mouth and started sucking again.

    It kind of helped to take my mind off of the cock in my
    ass and so I really put my heart into sucking him off.
    I was surprised when I realized that I was starting to
    get turned on. I wasn’t going to cum from being fucked
    in the ass, but being taken like this was kind of
    exciting.

    Or at least I thought that I wasn’t going to cum this
    way. As Mr. Grant started getting closer he leaned down
    and grabbed one of my tits with one hand and his other
    hand reached around and started to massage my clit and
    I started moaning around Mr. Newman’s cock and to
    everyone’s surprise we all came within a minute of each
    other. Mr. Newman was probably the most surprised when
    he shot a third small load into my mouth. When they
    were getting dressed he said that he had not cum three
    times in an hour since he was in his thirties.

    I took that as a compliment.

    I wiped my dripping ass and pussy as the men dressed
    and I escorted them downstairs and told them that they
    were welcome anytime. They had been very nice and they
    both said that I was every bit as good as they had
    heard. I couldn’t help wondering what these guys all
    said about me when they were talking among themselves.

    It was time to start cooking my killer recipe for rump
    roast. I have a secret recipe. After I have served it
    to people they have begged me for it. It makes the most
    tender roast and the most delicious gravy you have ever
    tasted. It just takes five hours to cook.

    After I started dinner I went up and took a shower and
    laid out a nice outfit to put on before the men got
    home. I considered going for slutty, but I had a sense
    that Mr. Morris preferred sweet and innocent. And I
    really wanted to please him.

    I am a pretty good cook, but I still screw up pretty
    good from time to time. I am only twenty-two and have
    not been cooking that long. But not tonight, tonight
    everything was perfect and was ready at the right time.
    I had the wine opened and breathing and when the men
    came in I helped Mr. Morris out of his coat and tie and
    we had a glass of wine talked comfortably while I
    served dinner.

    The food was perfect. Mr. Morris loved the gravy and
    the wine. Brad was a little nervous at first, but he
    finally relaxed and the conversation became comfortable
    and pleasant. I was as proud of myself as I could be.

    After dinner we talked for a little longer and finished
    off the wine and then I stood up and while Brad offered
    to clear off the table, I took Mr. Morris’ hand and led
    him upstairs. I had lit some scented candles earlier to
    freshen up the air in there a little.

    Mr. Morris resisted a little at first. I didn’t know if
    he was afraid that I couldn’t achieve the same results
    if I tried again, or if he was just being polite. I put
    my arms around his neck and smiled and said, “Mr.
    Morris, I’m desert.”

    He leaned down and kissed me and said, “We don’t have
    to do this every time that we are together.”

    “And we won’t,” I said. “I really enjoy your company,
    we both do. But I have been thinking about this since
    the first time. I really want to do this.”

    “It is the only thing that I can do for you,” I said.
    “I promise, next time we can just sit and talk. I enjoy
    that too. It has been the nicest dinner I have ever
    hosted, though to be honest, we don’t do this often. We
    really had a good time tonight. Now it is time for
    desert.”

    I took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. He was
    still reluctant, and I knew that he was afraid it
    wouldn’t happen again. But I was confident. I knew that
    he liked me and enjoyed me and I knew that I was sexy.

    We went to our room and I sat him in the overstuffed
    chair that we had in a corner of our bedroom by the
    window. I turned on the CD player with some soft mood
    music. Then I slowly took off my dress in front of him
    and, after slowly turning around in front of him I sat
    in his lap and I put my arm around his neck and started
    kissing his neck and his ear while he moved his hands
    over my body through my sexy underwear.

    We sat that way for a long time, and I was getting very
    turned on. The kissing got more passionate and I could
    feel his cock moving under me.

    I reached between the cups of my bra and released the
    hooks and let it go slack and slide free and drop to
    the floor. He groaned softly as my breasts were exposed
    and cupped them lovingly. I said to him, “You have a
    wonderful touch. You must have made a lot of women very
    happy over the years. Look how wet my panties are.”

    His fingers moved down and rubbed the crotch of my
    tight, nylon panties and I groaned in genuine pleasure
    at his touch. I was getting very turned on, and I could
    tell that he was too. I stood up and pulled my panties
    down and before I could toss them away he took them and
    held them to his nose and breathed softly.

    He smiled at me, actually smiled, and said, “My sweet
    Jan, I have never smelled anything so wonderful in my
    life. This no woman can fake.”

    I pulled him to his feet and undressed him and we moved
    to the bed. I put him on his back and I started at his
    forehead and kissed him all over his body. When I got
    to his nipples he shuddered in excitement, no woman had
    every touched him there before. I kissed my way all the
    way down to his feet, everywhere but his cock and his
    balls, and I noticed that his cock looked harder than
    it had been when he had his orgasm the first time we
    were together. Then I kissed my way back up the inside
    of his legs and as I moved up I watched his cock. By
    the time I had his balls in my mouth his cock was hard.
    Not half hard, he had a hardon!

    I took him in my mouth and sucked at it for a moment,
    and then I moved up over him and slid my pussy down
    over it while he shivered in excitement and stared at
    my body. I groaned as he entered me and told him how
    wonderful he felt, and he did. He had such a nice large
    cock. When it was hard it was still eight inches, it
    had not gotten any longer than when it was soft, but it
    was nice and fat and it felt very good.

    “Jesus,” I said quietly, “I love your big fat cock!”

    I started bouncing up and down while he watched my tits
    bounce violently. I was so excited that I had this
    effect on him that I came in minutes. I kept moving
    though and I asked him, “Do you want to cum in my
    pussy, or in my mouth?”

    He groaned and begged me not to stop and I didn’t I
    sped up and reached down and tickled his nipples and he
    grabbed my tits and squeezed and swore and thrust his
    hips up and came violently.

    I stopped pumping up and down and just held his cock in
    my pussy and clasped it with my muscles as he calmed
    down and got his breath back. I leaned down after a
    minute and kissed his neck and his chest and told him
    how wonderful he was, and I meant it. I had had a
    wonderful orgasm, and I had already had a lot of sex
    today!

    He reached his arms around me and hugged me tight and
    said, “You have made an old man very happy young lady.”

    I smiled and said, “Apparently you aren’t as old as you
    thought you were!”

    He chuckled and said, “No, apparently not. My god, what
    is it about you?!”

    I smiled and replied, “Must be pheromones.”

    We held onto each other for a long time, sometimes
    talking quietly, but mostly just being close. It was
    very pleasant. I am not even sure how much time had
    passed before I got up on my knees and sucked him
    clean.

    He got up on his elbows as I did and said, “I have
    never seen a woman do that before. Do you like to do
    that?”

    I took his cock out of my mouth and said, “The first
    time was a little strange, but it is just cum and pussy
    juice. I have tasted my pussy before and I didn’t think
    it was disgusting, and I have tasted your cum. And I
    like cum. So it is really no big deal. And men really
    seem to get a kick out of it.”

    “You like cum?” he asked incredulously.

    “Yes,” I replied. “Well, no, I mean it isn’t delicious
    or anything. I don’t care much one way or the other for
    the taste, I like the idea of a man cumming in me, in
    my mouth. It excites me. Sometimes you can’t explain
    what you feel.”

    He smiled again and said, “I wish I had met you when I
    was young Fran. I would have loved you so.”

    I laughed and said, “If you had met me when you were
    too much younger you would have gone to jail!”

    He chuckled and said, “It would have been worth it.”

    I offered to take a quick shower with him and after
    thinking about it he said that it sounded like fun. So
    we did, though it turned out to be not so quick. There
    was a lot of soaping up of other peoples body parts and
    it took a little longer than it might have otherwise.

    We went back to the bedroom and I stayed naked and
    helped him dress. When he was ready I put my arms
    around him and looked up and said, “Now Mr. Morris,
    don’t go home and think about buying me something. You
    did that already. Okay?”

    He looked around and said, “You are going to need
    furniture. I know a great decorator. And would you do
    me a favor? When we are alone, would you call me Mo?
    That was what my wife called me.”

    “NO! I mean, yes, I will be happy to call you Mo. No
    you are not going to pay to furnish that mansion you
    gave us. God! It makes me feel guilty every time I
    think about it. We are here this evening because I like
    you and I like being with you. You don’t have to buy me
    anything.”

    “Dear, sweet Fran, we have already had this
    conversation. I am always going to win. I have met you
    three times now. And as incredible as it seems, I feel
    closer to you than to anyone currently alive on this
    planet. You are a miraculous human being and I intend
    to do everything that I can do to spoil the hell out of
    you. So you might as well get used to it. If it eases
    your conscience, I am extremely fond of Brad as well. I
    have been watching him since he started with us. He is
    just as remarkable as you, in his own way of course.”

    “Yes,” I agreed, “he is. I adore him. We are the
    perfect couple. You know, after you leave, I am going
    to tell him everything that happened, and he is going
    to fuck the shit out of me, if you will pardon my
    French. We both have some pretty strange sexual tastes
    as it turns out.”

    “And I am glad,” Mo said, “because I would hate to hurt
    either of you.”

    I said, “Thank you for coming. I really enjoyed it, all
    of it. When would you like to come again?”

    “Oh dear, I don’t want to impose. I’ll come by again
    some time.”

    “No, I won’t accept that, once a week? I don’t know
    what your schedule is like.”

    “I am afraid my heart couldn’t take that,” he said.

    I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not.

    I thought for a moment and said, “The fifteenth and the
    thirtieth of every month?” I didn’t let him answer.
    “That will be it, unless you feel like coming over some
    other time. You will be welcome in our home any day of
    the month of course. That’s only twice a month, your
    poor heart can manage that, right?”

    He smiled and said, “We can try that and see how it
    works.”

    “Great!” I exclaimed. “Brad makes lasagna that will
    knock your socks off. I’ll let him cook next time.”

    We finally went back downstairs and Brad was sitting in
    his recliner and reading his book. He got up and
    greeted us. Mr. Morris seemed slightly embarrassed in
    front of Brad, but I elbowed him and said, “Relax,
    remember what I said upstairs.”

    He smiled; I have seen him smile a lot lately. I don’t
    know why he doesn’t do that more. Then he kissed me
    goodnight and shook Brad’s hand and thanked him for his
    hospitality. I tried to get him to stay for another
    glass of wine but it was getting late. I was shocked
    when I looked at the clock. We had been upstairs for
    more than two hours!

    We went to the door and I saw his car and driver
    outside and asked, “He wasn’t sitting out there alone
    all of this time was he?”

    “No dear,” Mr. Morris replied. “He dropped me off and I
    paged him a little while ago. I assure you that he is
    not going without dinner.”

    He shook Brad’s hand again and said, “She is a
    remarkable woman, one of a kind. You are very lucky.”

    Brad was smart enough to agree with him.

    We went back inside after he left and Brad said, “Jesus
    Jan, I was getting worried about you. Did it go
    alright?”

    I told him all about it as we were lying in bed in the
    dark. As we talked I was holding his cock and I noticed
    that he didn’t get very hard. Too many conflicting
    emotions wrapped up in his boss I suppose. But then I
    said, “I had other visitors today. Would you like to
    hear about them?”

    It was already late, and he was going to be tired
    tomorrow, but he wanted to hear about it, so I told him
    all about Mr. Grant and Mr. Newman.

    He was hard all the way through this tale. He couldn’t
    believe I had given up my ass cherry without a fight,
    or that I had had an orgasm while doing it. I promised
    him his chance at it tomorrow. I was still a little
    sore. But I happily sucked him off so that he didn’t
    have worry about turning over and breaking his hard
    cock in his sleep.

    It was late and we both went right to sleep. It had
    been a long day. I suddenly realized that I had had sex
    with four men today! Sounds pretty slutty to me!

    The next morning, Saturday, we woke up a little late.
    We usually slept a little later on Saturdays, but
    yesterday had been exhausting, especially for me, and I
    really slept late. When I woke up Brad was already up
    and I went to the bathroom and went downstairs naked to
    find that coffee was ready and Brad had already
    finished the paper.

    He insisted that I sit and he made my breakfast. I
    appreciate the sentiment when he does nice things for
    me, but I don’t like it when he does my only job. It is
    all that I do. Taking care of him and the house is my
    job and it really isn’t that hard, most days anyway. It
    will be getting more difficult soon I guess. Our new
    house will be about six times as large as the house we
    live in now.

    By the time I finished breakfast it was after ten. We
    didn’t have anything planned for today. Taking it easy
    was the only thing on the schedule. I had started to
    read the paper and sip on my last cup of coffee when
    the doorbell rang. Since I was naked, Brad went to the
    door.

    I heard him come back into the room and I looked up to
    ask him who it had been when I saw that he wasn’t
    alone! I screamed and covered myself with the newspaper
    and asked Brad what the hell he was thinking.

    He was laughing so hard that he couldn’t answer for a
    minute. The gentleman with him smiled and excused
    himself and went into the living room. I got up and
    went over to Brad and started to warn him that he
    wanted me to stay naked around the house, this was not
    the way to talk me into it.

    He smiled and said, “Is it really that big a deal? You
    like being naked. You like it when men see you naked. I
    like you being naked. I like it when men see you naked.
    What is the problem here?”

    I started to explain what the problem was, but then I
    thought, the hell with it, if that was what he wanted,
    did I really mind? I cocked my eyebrow at Brad. I
    realized that I had just been more or less dared. I
    didn’t have to think about it long to realize that
    everything that he had said was true. I would be
    embarrassed, but that was part of the fun of it, wasn’t
    it?

    I walked around Brad and went into the living room and
    said, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, I wasn’t
    expecting anyone and I was startled.” I held out my
    hand and said, “My name is Jan, can I help you?”

    He was still blushing as he held out his hand and
    smiled and said, “Hello, my name is Mike. I heard that
    you were extraordinary. That turns out to have been a
    gross understatement. You are very beautiful.”

    “Thank you,” I said.

    “I apologize for coming unannounced,” he continued. “I
    was instructed to do so. I am here to help you with the
    furnishing of your new home. I own Modern D�cor.”

    Modern D�cor was the only place to go if you were
    furnishing a mansion. We couldn’t afford it of course,
    but it was the only place of its kind in town that was
    a household name.

    “Oh no,” I exclaimed. “Mr. Morris must have put you up
    to this. I told him not to. He is a wonderful man, but
    you can’t tell him anything.”

    Mike said, “Yes, he is a wonderful man. And I have
    noticed a big change in him this week. I don’t know
    what is going on, but whatever you are doing, please
    keep doing it.”

    “You know Mr. Morris?” I asked.

    Mike smiled and said, “My full name is Michael Morris.
    He is my father. And in the last two days I have seen a
    change in him that I thought that I would never see. I
    have seen him smile for the first time in decades.
    Everyone tells me that you are responsible for that
    change. I am just as grateful to you as he is. I love
    my father, and I love the change you have brought about
    in him.

    “Maybe you should wait to hear what he has done in the
    last two days. You may not be so happy with me. The day
    before yesterday he bought my husband and I a fucking
    mansion, pardon my French. I tried everything that I
    could think of to talk him out of it. Maybe you could
    talk some sense into him. And now this, today, you!
    This is life, totally out of whack!”

    He smiled even wider and said, “Is there any more of
    that coffee? It smells very good.”

    “Oh! I’m sorry; I am not usually this rude. This has
    been a strange week, and my husband threw me off this
    morning when he decided it would not be a problem if I
    were to be nude when we had company now. I have not
    always been this brazen. Please, come in and sit down
    and let me get you some coffee.”

    He said, “Don’t apologize, you are truly beautiful. You
    have made my entire year. Your husband is right, you do
    belong this way.”

    Brad had already gotten him a cup of coffee by the time
    we got seated at the dining room table.

    He added some cream and sugar and then he said, “My
    father, and Heather, my real source of information,
    have told me a lot about you. Well, not a lot. But they
    have both made it clear what a change you have been
    responsible for. I already knew about the house, and
    since I am going to be providing the furniture, we have
    to assume that I am aware of that as well.”

    “Please, don’t feel guilty. Dad has money to burn, and
    from time to time he does frivolous things with it. I
    don’t have a problem with that. But I don’t see this as
    one of those times.”

    “I am not waiting around for dad to die so that I can
    inherit. I have my own money. But I have to tell you, I
    do not have a problem with what he is doing for you. I
    have learned enough about you to know that you are not
    a gold digger. But the important thing is that I don’t
    doubt at all that you have added at least ten years,
    ten happy years, to my dad’s life. I have not seen him
    like he is now since my mother died. Heather said that
    he was whistling yesterday! He has not whistled in
    years.”

    “Jan, Brad, I am honored to help out with furnishing
    your new home. I look forward to working with you. Dad
    said you will need just about everything. I came by to
    get some idea of what you like, what your tastes are,
    and ask you if you have anything special in mind.”

    “Mike,” I said, still not comfortable with this entire
    situation, “you are aware that your father is in the
    process of giving my husband and me property valued in
    excess of a million dollars because I had sex with him
    twice. You should be outraged!”

    Mike said, “No, I am not, I am grateful. And I have to
    say, having seen so much of you this morning, I don’t
    blame him. Hell, I almost wish I was straight.”

    I laughed and said, “If you like we can work on it.”

    “No thanks, even my father has given up on that. Now, I
    would like to look around and see what you have that
    you want to keep, and get some idea what you would
    like, what sort of styles appeal to you, and offer you
    the opportunity to go through some things that I have
    in mind. I have been to your new home and looked
    around, and I have some terrific ideas.”

    I had an easy answer for that. “Mike, neither my
    husband nor I have any taste. As long as you don’t do
    the house in art deco, or get too feminine about it, I
    think we should let you surprise us. All we ask is that
    it be comfortable and relatively simple.”

    Then I turned to Brad and said, “Unless you want to get
    more involved in this?”

    Brad laughed and said, “When Mike told me why he was
    here at the door I was so relieved I wanted to kiss
    him. Let’s stay out of this and let him do what he is
    famous for.”

    We talked for a little longer. By the time Mike had
    finished his coffee he had asked enough questions that
    he had an idea what sort of thing, what sort of colors
    and styles appealed to us. I saw him out and then I
    went in and walked behind Brad and half strangled him.

    He was laughing so hard he could hardly defend himself.
    I said, “You could have warned me! We needed to have
    that talk before there was a strange man standing in
    our living room!”

    Brad pulled my arms loose and pulled me around into his
    lap. One of his hands went right to my pussy and his
    finger slid in easily. He smiled at me and said, “It
    does not appear that you are as upset as you claim to
    be.”

    He continued moving his finger in and out of me and
    then he stood me up and picked me up and tossed me over
    his shoulder and carried me upstairs. Lately it seems
    like we just can’t get enough sex. That is not a
    complaint.

    We drove out to the new house later in the afternoon
    and looked around again, trying to imagine what it
    would be like to live there. We met the builder and
    talked with him for a few minutes. He was very nice and
    gave us his card and said that if we found anything
    that wasn’t right, or anything that we wanted to
    change, just call him, anytime. I couldn’t imagine
    changing anything. The house is so beautiful that it
    would have given me a hardon if I was a man!

    Before we left we looked out into the large backyard
    and saw that they were digging a big hole. We went out
    to see what was going on and there was a crew putting
    in a huge swimming pool. The supervisor showed us the
    plans, which included an oversized sculptured pool
    about the size of a small lake, a large hot tub, and a
    waterfall. There was also a huge, multi-level patio and
    there was another crew building a ten foot high brick
    wall around a large portion of the backyard.

    The house was nearly finished and the men in the back
    said that the pool was going to be finished before
    closing at the end of the month. With our heads
    spinning we got back in our new Cadillac and went out
    for an early dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant.

    After dinner we went home and watched a DVD and turned
    in early.

    On Sunday we got up at a more normal time and had
    another leisurely breakfast. Then we read the paper and
    did the crossword puzzle together.

    I had bought five beautiful rib eye steaks and I made
    potato salad and we were all ready when Brad’s
    secretary, Jennifer showed up with her two kids. Her
    son, Connor was thirteen and her daughter Haley was
    fifteen. She apologized for being a few minutes late.
    Her old junker of a car was acting up.

    It was a pleasure having them. Jennifer was very
    personable and her two kids were great. We had a
    wonderful afternoon. We invited them to stick around
    and watch a movie later and they were easily talked
    into it. While Brad and the kids went out to rent a
    movie, I had a chance to get to know Jennifer better. I
    liked her a lot, and I really felt sorry for her. She
    was having a really hard time of it. Her statement when
    we first spoke, about being separated, had been
    something of an understatement. Her husband had
    disappeared leaving them in debt and struggling to get
    by with an unreliable car and having to move to a small
    apartment because she couldn’t afford the rent on their
    home.

    While she was talking it occurred to me that we had two
    cars that we didn’t drive anymore, and a furnished
    house that we didn’t need anymore. I was so excited by
    the idea of helping Jennifer and her kids out that I
    couldn’t wait until Brad got home to ask if we could.

    While we talked I made some popcorn and when Brad and
    the kids got home I took Brad aside and told him what I
    was thinking. He thought that it was a great idea. Our
    house, the one we had now, was almost paid for. We had
    gotten it with a large down payment and paid double and
    triple payments on our fifteen year mortgage. We had
    also fixed it up a lot. The balance on our mortgage was
    probably under fifty thousand. We would have to
    continue to carry the mortgage until Jennifer got
    herself back on her feet, but it felt good to be able
    to help her out. I realized that we were getting a
    taste of what Mr. Morris must be feeling when he was
    helping us.

    While Brad was watching the movie with the kids,
    Jennifer and I talked. I should have known better than
    to let him and two teenagers go to pick out a movie.
    Neither of us was interested in the slasher movie they
    had rented.

    I asked Jennifer to go outside with me and I grabbed
    the keys to my three year old Buick Ultra. We had kept
    it up and it was like new. I walked Jennifer out to it
    and asked her if she would like it. She looked at me
    like I was nuts and I said, “I mean it. We have that
    company car now. And they pick Brad up and take him
    back and forth to work. These two cars just sit in the
    driveway taking up space. I want you to have this one.”

    I was expecting her to be happy, to smile, laugh,
    something, not cry! She covered her face and started to
    cry and I took her into my arms and held her for a
    while.

    She finally pulled herself together and said, “It has
    been so long since anything nice happened to me. I
    should say no, but I can’t. I need a car desperately.
    Thank you so much, Jan.”

    I took her hand and we went up onto the porch and sat
    down. I said, “After that reaction, you better be
    sitting down for my next proposal.”

    She looked at me, and I was so excited about what I was
    going to say I was almost crying. “We are moving in a
    couple of weeks. We have a new home. When we do, we
    want you to have this house. We still owe some money on
    it, less than fifty thousand. We understand that you
    won’t be able to handle that for a while. Not until you
    get back on your feet anyway. So we want you to live
    here, and you can keep any or all of the furniture and
    sell what you don’t want, or give it away, whatever.
    Later, when you can swing it, maybe we will talk about
    you assuming the mortgage. Until then, you just worry
    about the utilities. How does that sound?”

    She looked white as a sheet and she said, “I think I
    need to lie down. I feel faint.”

    I helped her up and took her inside and up to our room.
    I laid her out on the bed and put a cold cloth on her
    face.

    I stretched out beside her and waited while she calmed
    down. Finally she looked like she was recovering and
    she had tears streaming down her cheeks. I used the
    cloth to wipe her eyes and told her that it was no big
    deal. We were in a position where we were able to help
    out and we were happy to do it.

    She turned on her side and took me in her arms and
    hugged me so tight. It was kind of strange. I had never
    been in bed with a woman like this before. I knew that
    it wasn’t anything sexual, but still, it felt kind of
    weird. I guess all of the sex I had been exposed to in
    the last week was giving me a dirty mind.

    When Jennifer felt better we went back downstairs and
    sat in the dining room until the movie ended. They left
    in the Buick after getting their belongings out of
    their old car which I was going to have towed to the
    junk yard the next day.

    Brad and I went to bed that night feeling so good about
    ourselves. It was fun playing Santa Claus.

    The next day I got a call telling me to report to Mr.
    Burton’s office at noon. He and Mr. Gordon were the
    final two VPs that I had yet to have sex with. As I was
    getting ready I decided that it was time to start
    wearing some of those new clothes I had bought, the
    sexy ones.

    I went through the dozen outfits and picked out a very
    short, very thin dress, and nothing but a thong for
    underneath. I took a shower and got ready and looked at
    myself in the mirror. I looked pretty hot, but it was
    going to be obvious to the people at the plant what I
    was there for now, if they didn’t already know.

    I drove in and parked in Brad’s spot. I already knew
    where Mr. Burton’s office was and just breezed through
    reception and waived at the smiling young women there.
    They waived back and I went to Mr. Burton’s secretary
    and told her that he was expecting me. She told me to
    go right in.

    Mr. Burton was the youngest of the VPs, and one of the
    nicest. I had met him several times and he had always
    been very polite, but very friendly, and I was not as
    nervous as I had been with the others that I had been
    with so far.

    He got up when I entered and came around his desk and
    he looked at my new outfit and said, “Wow! You look
    hot! When the word was passed around that you and your
    husband had accepted the position and that you were
    going to be in EPOD I was so excited. I always thought
    you were such a sexy young thing.

    I smiled at him and thanked him for the compliment. I
    noticed that he seemed to be, I don’t know, not his
    normal “in charge” self, though he wasn’t as nervous as
    me. I asked him if he would like me to take my clothes
    off.

    He grinned and said, “I would like that very much!
    Please do.”

    I put my purse down and started to get out of the two
    items of clothing that I was wearing. As I slowly
    undressed I asked him, “May I ask you a couple of
    questions?”

    “Of course, what would you like to know?” he responded.

    “I have been wondering what the other people know about
    EPOD. Do the secretaries know about us? Or the other
    people in the plant?”

    Mr. Burton looked thoughtful and then he said, “I
    suppose that they know something. They haven’t been
    told anything, and EPOD is a secret program that we
    don’t discuss except among ourselves. But the ladies
    see unusual things, and they gossip like workers
    everywhere. So I guess the best answer to your question
    is that they know something is going on, but they don’t
    know what, exactly.”

    “I just wondered,” I said, “Not that it matters. I have
    noticed that there are no locks on the office doors.
    Aren’t you worried about being disturbed?”

    “No, I told my secretary that you were coming in to see
    me about something and that when you arrived I didn’t
    want to be disturbed. She is very good about that. And
    as a general rule, people don’t barge into other
    people’s offices around here.”

    I was suddenly struck by another question. “It just
    occurred to me that, since this program has gone on for
    so long, all six of you must have come up through the
    same program! Did all of your wives take part in EPOD?
    If they did, they know that you are screwing around at
    work! How do they feel about that?”

    He smiled and said, “Yes, all of our wives, and us,
    went through it. They have had different reactions. My
    wife enjoyed the hell out of it, and we still enjoy the
    occasional get-together with other men and couples. In
    fact, she is looking forward to meeting you. She has
    heard a lot of very good things about you.”

    “Most of the wives enjoyed, or were at least tolerant
    of the program while they were in it, but are glad to
    be out of it now. It doesn’t always work out that way.
    Two couples left the program before they could get
    promoted out of it. That is how the position opened up
    for Brad.”

    “Riggs’ wife left him just before he got promoted, she
    should not have gotten into it, and she wasn’t someone
    who took well to that lifestyle. I suppose being
    married to Riggs might have had something to do with
    that. I recommend that you watch out for him. Sometimes
    I think that he is more than just a little weird.”

    I had been naked for most of Mr. Burton’s answer to my
    question and he had begun to explore my body while he
    talked. He had a nice, gentle, stimulating touch and it
    felt pretty good.

    After he finished talking he pulled me close and kissed
    me and I returned his kiss with just as much passion.
    He ran his hands over my body a little longer, and then
    he stepped back and started to undress. I helped, and
    we quickly had him out of those clothes.

    As soon as he was naked I dropped to my knees and began
    to pleasure his already hard cock. I licked his balls
    and took them into my mouth and gently massaged them
    with my tongue. I licked my way up his shaft slowly,
    teasing him with my tongue. Then I slid my lips down
    over his throbbing cock and began to slowly pump my
    mouth up and down his cock, eventually taking the first
    inch or two into my throat. He moaned and quivered with
    pleasure as I worked his cock lovingly and it was
    obvious that he enjoyed what I was doing because he
    came much too quickly, I would have enjoyed working on
    him a little longer. I surrounded the head of his cock
    with my lips and let him fill my mouth with his hot cum
    and then I swallowed eagerly. But I didn’t take my
    mouth away, I continued to lick and suck on his tasty
    organ until he was hard again, which didn’t take very
    long at all.

    When he couldn’t stand any more he pulled his cock from
    my mouth to avoid cumming again so quickly. He pulled
    me to my feet and guided me to an overstuffed chair and
    invited me to sit down. Then he knelt in front of me
    and ate me to a very nice orgasm. It was obvious that
    he enjoyed doing it and it had turned him on as much as
    it had me.

    As soon as I came he straightened up and lined his cock
    up with my sopping wet pussy and slowly entered me. It
    felt great and I moaned as every inch of his cock was
    buried inside of my hot pussy.

    He stayed still for a minute, while we both savored the
    wonderful feeling that a couple gets when those two
    organs are first joined, and then he started to fuck
    me, very slowly at first. As he fucked me he moved his
    hands over me, playing with my nipples and teasing my
    clit while he took long, slow strokes that soon started
    to drive me crazy. I started to moan and groan and soon
    I was swearing like a sailor and begging him to fuck me
    harder. He was very good at this, and I was really
    enjoying it.

    He started to comply with my requests and fuck me
    harder and faster and very quickly we were both cumming
    again. I came first and then I reached up and ran my
    hands over his chest as he sped up even more and then
    he tensed up and filled my pussy with cum.

    He stayed inside of me for a minute, and then he smiled
    and told me how wonderful I was and how much he had
    enjoyed that. I assured him that the feeling was
    mutual, and when he pulled out of me I sank to my knees
    in front of him and licked and sucked him clean. As I
    did he smiled and said, “I thought my wife was the only
    woman who did that!”

    I finished what I was doing and looked up and said, “I
    have only been doing it for a little while, but I like
    it, I think it is kind of sexy.”

    He kissed me and said, “Yes, I do to. Thank you.”

    He stood up then and helped me to my feet. He let me
    use his bathroom to clean up and then I got dressed
    while he watched. When I was dressed he said, “Damn you
    are sexy! Have you ever been with another woman?”

    I shook my head.

    He asked, “My wife is bi, and she is very attracted to
    you after hearing so much about you. How do you feel
    about that?”

    “Curious,” I said, honestly. “I know my husband would
    like to see it.”

    Mr. Burton shook his head and said, “You better get out
    of here before I decide that twice was not enough. I
    have got to do some work today or Brad will be getting
    my job.”

    I walked over to him and kissed him and said, “I had
    fun, thanks.”

    He returned my kiss, and then he kissed my forehead and
    said, “Would you and your husband be free for dinner on
    Wednesday?”

    I nodded and he said, “Great, we’ll pick you up at
    seven. Wear something sexy.”

    We said goodbye and I walked over to my husband’s
    office. When I entered the reception area I got the
    strangest look from the woman at the desk. I said hello
    to her and went through and into Jennifer’s office.

    When she saw me she jumped up and ran around her desk
    and hugged me and thanked me all over again for the car
    and the house. I had been so distracted by Mr. Burton
    that I had forgotten all about that!

    I told her again that she was welcome, and she let me
    into Brad’s office and sat with me for a few minutes,
    until he returned. We talked and I was looking forward
    to when the excitement passed and she calmed down a
    little, this was getting to be embarrassing.

    Brad finally came in and Jennifer left us alone. We
    kissed and hugged and I told him why I was there, and
    how much fun I was having.

    He smiled and said, “Good, I would hate it if you were
    upset by what was going on.”

    “Nope,” I said, “No hard feelings here.” Then I reached
    down and put my hand on his cock and said, “But I
    detect a hard feeling here. Would you like some help
    with that?”

    Brad looked at his watch and said, “I would love some
    help with that, but I have a meeting that started two
    minutes ago. Hold that thought until I get home.”

    We kissed and I left him alone in his office with a
    hardon. I didn’t feel too bad about it. I figured that
    it would be good for him to remember how much he wanted
    me. Let him think about how much he wants me, like he
    used to when I would undress in front of my window when
    we were kids.

    I headed for my car but when I got to the main entrance
    one of the women from the reception desk called out to
    me. “Mrs. Pittman! I’m glad I caught you. Heather
    called down a little while ago and asked that if you
    came in today, please come by the office. Mr. Morris
    wanted to see you for a minute.”

    I thanked her and turned around and went back to
    Heather’s office. She smiled and got up when she saw
    me. She came around and hugged me. I didn’t know what
    to make of all the affection I was getting around her
    lately.

    She said hello and we talked for a second before she
    buzzed Mr. Morris and let him know that I was here. He
    had her send me in and I knocked lightly and went in to
    his office.

    He was already getting up when I entered. He met me
    half way to his desk and hugged me and said, “Just
    seeing your pretty face brightens my day. Thanks again
    for Friday. It was a wonderful meal. And it was the
    most wonderful desert that I have ever experienced.”

    I smiled and told him again how welcome he was, and how
    much I looked forward to doing it again.

    “But the reason that I asked to see you,” he said, “was
    to tell you what a wonderful thing that I think you are
    doing for Jennifer,” he said.

    I smiled and said, “But we are just doing for her, on a
    smaller scale, what you have done for us. It is fun,
    isn’t it?”

    He grinned and said, “Yes, it is fun. It is very
    satisfying. But I had not expected you to pay it
    forward, as it were. Most people in your position would
    not have been so generous, and I just wanted to tell
    you how proud of you two I am.”

    I smiled and said, “Thank you, and thank you for making
    it possible.”

    Then I twirled around in front of him and said, “Do you
    like my new dress? I am wearing it for the first time.
    Isn’t it sexy?”

    “Believe me,” he said, “I noticed!”

    I moved closer and put my hand on his cheek and said,
    “I have some spare time.”

    He leaned down and kissed my forehead and said, “I love
    you for offering, but I am already late for a meeting.
    Soon though, I think about you all of the time.”

    I put my arms around his neck and kissed him and said,
    “I think about you all of the time too. You are a
    wonderful man. And I love your son too. Thank you for
    sending him over to see us.”

    Mr. Morris chuckled and said, “Yes, he told me all
    about it. He said you almost straightened him out.”

    There was just a hint of wistfulness in his voice when
    he talked about his son being gay. I said, “He is a
    great guy, and I know you are proud of him. And it is
    obvious how much he loves you. That says a lot about
    you.”

    We said goodbye then and I drove to the grocery store,
    did some shopping and went home.

    The rest of the day, and that evening were more like a
    regular day than we had had in the week since this had
    all started. We had a nice quiet meal that evening and
    we had sex that night, but we made love instead of
    fucking for a change. It was nice.

    Afterwards we lay together holding each other in the
    dark and talking quietly. One of the things we talked
    about was tomorrow night. We had no idea what the
    Burtons had planned, but we talked about, among other
    things, the possibility that for the first time in our
    sexual games, Brad might become intimate with another
    woman.

    Brad was afraid of how I would react if that happened.
    But as I thought about it I realized that I had no
    doubts about how Brad felt about me, and I think that,
    especially lately, I had come to separate sexuality and
    love. I think I had a pretty good perspective on
    things. I remembered being upset with the idea of Brad
    with another woman. But a lot had happened to broaden
    my horizons since I had been so provincial and now I
    thought that it might even be kind of sexy to watch.

    We also discussed the probability that I would be
    intimate with Mrs. Burton. I was nervous about that,
    but Brad didn’t have to hide the fact that it turned
    him on. We had talked about it before and I knew that
    he would enjoy seeing that. I wasn’t upset with him; I
    knew that it was a popular male fantasy.

    The next day, around ten, there was a knock on the door
    and I opened it to see Mr. Gordon, the last of the six
    VPs. He smiled and asked if he could come in and I
    smiled and welcomed him.

    I assumed that he was here for his turn with me, and in
    a way that was true. He did not ask me to go upstairs,
    or to undress, though. Instead he asked if I had any
    coffee. I quickly made a half pot and he sat at the
    dining room table looking uncomfortable.

    I brought him in a cup of coffee and we sat quietly at
    the table and I was getting nervous, waiting for him to
    tell me what was wrong. Because this was not going the
    way I had come to expect. I was beginning to think that
    he was here to give me some bad news and I was getting
    anxious.

    “First,” he said, “let me apologize, I can see that I
    have made you nervous. Don’t be. I am just
    uncomfortable and not sure how to tell you that we are
    not going to have sex. I didn’t mean that as arrogantly
    as it probably sounded.”

    I wasn’t reassured yet.

    “Let me try that again,” he said and smiled
    uncomfortably. “I am the last of the six men to be
    promoted to senior vice president. My wife went through
    EPOD and she did not go through it well. Thankfully, I
    suppose because of her attitude, she was not popular
    and was not called on very often. Now that I have been
    promoted and am more or less expected to enjoy the
    company of the four ladies in the program, my wife and
    I have agreed that it would be best if I refrained from
    enjoying your company. The problem with that is, I have
    to give the appearance of enjoying your obvious charms
    or my peers will become�. uncomfortable, I suppose is
    the best word to use.”

    I asked, “So you came over to tell me that you would
    not be having sex with me?”

    “Well that,” he answered, “and to give the appearance
    that I was away from the office having sex with you. I
    will be required to attend those parties and at those
    parties I will be, intimate with you. I am sorry, this
    conversation makes me uncomfortable. I know how silly
    this must all sound to you. I have to maintain this
    charade in order to avoid making the others suspicious.
    It is hard to explain. But when I was first promoted I
    tried to avoid the parties and I left the EPOD girls
    alone and I started finding myself being marginalized
    at work. It seems that if I don’t take advantage of all
    of the companies perks I am not entirely trusted.”

    “So,” he continued, “I make this agreement with all of
    the ladies in EPOD. I will spend some time with you
    during the day, as often as I need to, to maintain the
    charade, and I will avail myself of one of you when I
    attend the parties, but to the extent possible, I want
    our relationship to be platonic.”

    I actually felt sorry for him! I smiled and said, “I am
    yours to command, if you wish to spend your time with
    me drinking coffee and talking, that’s fine. If you
    change your mind, I am not one of those women who
    joined EPOD and went kicking and screaming all of the
    way. Unlike some of them, my husband and I are in the
    program because it is a turn on for us. But you don’t
    have to worry about me looking down on you for being
    honorable. I would be happy to spend a little time in
    conversation. I don’t watch television, my housework is
    done, let’s talk.”

    So we did. We had a very nice conversation and we were
    both sorry when he finally had to leave. It turned out
    that he, too, went to Middlebury College, although he
    had gone more than thirty years before me. But we
    talked about campus life and how much had changed and
    how much had stayed the same and we had a very pleasant
    morning. When he finally had to go I escorted him to
    the door and we said goodbye. Before he left I told him
    that, as uncomfortable as it might make him, I hoped
    that he would choose me at the first party, I was
    looking forward to getting to know him better.

    He smiled and shook my hand and said, “You are almost
    too beautiful to have sex with. I have really enjoyed
    your company this morning. I don’t believe that I have
    ever met a more lovely, and more charming young lady. I
    suspect that even my wife would love you. Come to think
    of it, everyone that has met you seems to love you. You
    are remarkable. Don’t tell my wife that I said so, but
    I am actually looking forward to the next party.”

    I laughed and said, “Are you sure that you don’t want a
    preview?”

    “Alas,” he said with a sigh, “my conscience, and my all
    knowing wife, prevents me from taking you up on that
    offer.”

    I kissed his cheek and said, “Come back often, even if
    it is just to drink coffee and talk. I enjoyed your
    company.”

    He left and I thought about his strange situation.
    Imagine being forced to have sex with other women,
    against his will! But then I realized that once he was
    promoted, Brad would be in the position of having to
    have sex with the EPOD ladies, whether he wanted to or
    not. How would I feel about that? I hadn’t considered
    that one day I would no longer be in EPOD, but Brad
    would have those four ladies available to service him.
    This seemed like something I would need to discuss with
    Mrs. Burton when we went out to dinner.

    It was still early and I was left with nothing to do.
    It was my first real day off since last Monday. And
    here I sat, kind of wishing that one of the men, or a
    couple of the men, from the plant would come on by and
    put me to good use. But nobody did, and so I put my
    bikini on and went out back to get a little sun and
    read for an hour.

    As I sat there in my lounger chair I couldn’t help
    thinking about the pictures I had seen at the new house
    of the fantastic pool that we would soon have in our
    back yard. And I thought about our parents and what
    they would think of our new home. And then I wondered
    what we would tell them about how we could afford what
    seemed to be adding up to a 1.5 million dollar home and
    furnishings, and a car that cost nearly fifty thousand
    dollars. Both sets of our parents had been sure that we
    would be so sorry when we married so young. We were
    “setting ourselves up for failure,” according to my
    dad. As failures go, we seemed to be doing pretty well.

    I went in when my hour was up and took a shower. Then I
    stayed naked, the way Brad likes me, and went around
    the house taking serious stock of our possessions and
    deciding what would get moved. There wasn’t that much.
    Our books would have to go with us, and our music, our
    clothes, some souvenirs, a very few pieces of art and
    our photographs. Our furniture was what we could afford
    at the time and we were not that attached to it. Brad
    would want his tools out of the garage, and his sports
    equipment. We sure wouldn’t be needing movers!

    I got supper ready and met Brad at the door, stark
    naked and with his drink in my hand, just the way he
    likes me. He changed out of his suit and we had dinner
    and I told him all about the strange visit from Mr.
    Gordon.

    He said, “I hadn’t thought of that. I thought that once
    I was promoted it would be over. But it won’t will it?
    And we might both not want it to be over. But suddenly
    having the tables turned, for me to be getting all of
    the action while you are left out, I guess neither of
    us thought that far ahead.”

    After dinner I cleaned up and we played dominos for an
    hour. I don’t care for that particular pastime myself,
    but Brad learned it from his family and they had played
    it a lot. He enjoyed it and I didn’t really mind. What
    pissed me off was that he always won. At least at
    scrabble I had a fifty-fifty chance. Something about
    those damned dominos, I mean, I can add and subtract,
    but I just couldn’t seem to think when we played that
    stupid game.

    Then we went to bed and read for a while. We didn’t
    make love, we were both sleepy by the time we turned
    the lights out. Instead, we cuddled and he held me
    close and kissed my neck and my shoulder and we just
    lay there feeling close and in love.

    The next day I went out and got some boxes, came home
    and undressed and did a little packing. I figured if I
    did a little at a time, moving wouldn’t even be a
    chore.

    Just before noon the doorbell rang and I looked out and
    saw that it was Mr. Riggs, so I didn’t bother getting
    dressed.

    I went down and opened the door and he smiled when he
    saw me and asked, “Were you expecting me sweetheart?”

    I smiled back, invited him in and said, “No, Brad likes
    me this way. So I stay naked most of the time I am at
    home.”

    “He is a smart man, and a lucky man. You do look lovely
    that way. I am looking forward to following you
    upstairs.”

    I said, “Right this way sir,” and led off to the
    staircase.

    As we climbed the stairs I felt his hands on my thighs
    and my ass and by the time we got to the top of the
    stairs and I looked around I saw that he had a hardon.
    I walked ahead of him down the short hallway, swaying
    my hips a little more than necessary to get from point
    A to point B.

    As soon as we were in my room I started to help him
    undress and when his clothes were hung on the rack he
    took my in his arms and hugged me and kissed me and ran
    his hands all over me. After we had kissed for a moment
    he said quietly in my ear, “Grant really pissed me off
    last week. He knew that I wanted your cherry ass and he
    took it. I am going to have to make sure it’s okay
    today. It would be horrible if he had damaged such a
    beautiful ass.”

    I would much rather he use any other orifice, but after
    all it isn’t up to me. I stayed calm and asked him
    where he would like to do this little check up and he
    told me to suck him off first, then he would decide.

    He sat down on the edge of the bed and I started to
    take the two or three steps necessary to be at the edge
    of the bed and kneel but he stopped me. He told me to
    back up until I was at the wall.

    I didn’t know how he expected me to suck his cock from
    fifteen feet away, but it was his nickel. When I was
    standing with my back to the wall he ordered me to get
    down on my hands and knees and crawl around in a circle
    until he stopped me.

    Well, I had heard he was a little weird, but I didn’t
    see the harm in it. I dropped to my knees and started
    crawling around while he watched my breasts sway and my
    ass swivel and I just counted myself lucky that he
    didn’t ask me to make animal noises. It was
    humiliating, but I could see where it might be fun to
    watch.

    I went around in a circle three times and he finally
    beckoned me over to suck him off. As I was about to
    take his cock into my mouth he asked, “Did you enjoy
    that?”

    I smiled as sweetly as I could and responded, “It
    doesn’t matter, as long as you did.”

    He patted my head as if I was an Irish setter and then
    he let me suck him off. I have to assume that he had
    enjoyed the show, he came very quickly. I took my mouth
    off of him and swallowed his cum and I was amazed again
    at how nice his cum tasted. It was actually pleasant! I
    thought that was strange because he was such an
    unpleasant person. After I had swallowed his hot, fresh
    cum I went right back to sucking, gently at first, and
    then with more enthusiasm.

    He watched me suck his cock for a few minutes and then
    he lay back on the bed and lifted his legs and ordered
    me to lick and suck on his ass. I had done this for Mr.
    Morris, of my own free will. For some reason it wasn’t
    the same being ordered to do it by someone who seemed
    to already have such a low opinion of women. But I
    didn’t let him see what I was thinking. I had received
    a lot of warnings about this guy. I didn’t want to give
    him any excuse to make things harder on me.

    I licked up and down the crack of his ass for a few
    moments and then I began working at his asshole with my
    tongue. He was moaning with pleasure as I stiffened my
    tongue and pushed it inside of him and I suppose that
    he was really enjoying it, because he made me do it for
    a very long time. By the time he dropped his legs my
    tongue muscles were about to give out.

    I sucked his cock a little more, at his direction, and
    then he ordered me up on the bed with my knees at the
    edge. He stood up and moved between my legs and pushed
    his cock into my wet pussy. He chuckled when he
    discovered how wet I was, as if it was all the proof he
    needed that I was just a slut. But he didn’t say
    anything. He just stroked into my pussy for a minute
    and then he pulled out and spread my ass cheeks and
    started forcing his cock into my ass with no warm up,
    and no lubricant except my own juices.

    I tried to tell him that I had a lubricant, but he just
    chuckled and said, “That’s okay honey, I ain’t that
    big, and you ain’t a virgin anymore. It feels just fine
    to me.”

    Admittedly his cock was no more than average sized, but
    still, I had only done this once, and I had been
    stretched out and loosened up considerably first. But I
    didn’t fight him. I put my head down on my arms and
    grunted and gasped in pain and tried to force myself to
    relax.

    As I moaned in pain he rubbed my ass cheeks roughly,
    occasionally pinching me or slapping me as he began
    fucking me with a steady rhythm. As he pumped my ass he
    was saying in a very demeaning voice, “Yeah baby, nice
    ass. That feels great. Talk to me, let me hear how much
    it hurts.”

    And it did hurt, and I did talk to him. I said, “Oh
    please Mr. Riggs. I’m not used to this. It hurts.
    Please hurry.” And then I resumed panting and gasping
    in pain and I guess he liked the sounds I was making
    because he came pretty quickly, thankfully.

    He left his cock buried in me until it was soft and
    then he pulled it out and grabbed my hair and pulled my
    face around and made me suck him clean. What I wanted
    to do was bite the bastard’s cock off. But I had to
    believe that if I did that, there was a better than
    even chance that it might have a less than desirable
    effect on Brad’s career.

    He let me suck him for quite a while before he was
    satisfied and then he made me turn around again so he
    could examine my asshole. He made me spread my cheeks
    and bend down a little more and he said, “It still
    looks beautiful, Jan. You could probably take on an
    army and still look beautiful. Maybe we will have to
    find out one of these days.”

    He reached out and scooped up some of his cum that was
    leaking out of my asshole and turned me around again
    and made me lick his fingers clean.

    Then he turned me back around again and as I leaned
    back down and spread my ass again he dressed slowly,
    staring at me in this humiliating position.

    When he was dressed he said, “I am going to come by and
    pick you up tonight and take you out for a while, be
    ready at eight.”

    I said, “I can’t sir. One of the other VPs is picking
    me up tonight at seven.”

    His face got red and he looked really pissed off. “Who,
    which VP?” he asked, in a very irritated voice.

    “Mr. Burton,” I responded quietly. I had a feeling that
    I was going to pay for not being available, even though
    it wasn’t my fault.

    He hesitated for a moment and then he said, “Okay,
    tomorrow night then, same time, eight o’clock. Wear
    something slutty.”

    “Yes sir,” I responded.

    I wasn’t too happy about this. People were right, this
    guy was scary.

    He left me in that humiliating position. I stayed that
    way until I heard the front door close. Then I got up
    and took a shower and as I washed my tender asshole I
    wondered what I should say to Brad.

    I thought it best if I said no more than I had to. Brad
    would put up with a lot of consensual sex; everything
    would be fine as long as nobody was getting hurt. But
    if he thought Riggs was acting the way Riggs was
    acting, he might just rearrange his face. Besides, I
    figured that if Riggs really did get to be a problem, I
    could always go to Mr. Morris. I didn’t want to do that
    though. It would be best if I just put up with the
    asshole and got by, just like all the other wives were
    apparently doing.

    The rest of the day was uneventful and I had nothing to
    do but wait until it was time to get dressed to go out.
    Brad came home at the normal time and he took a shower
    and changed and at 6:30 I put on some of my slutty
    panties and a nearly see-through dress with a deep,
    deep cleavage in front and a back that dipped so low
    that the crack of my ass was almost showing.

    The Burtons showed up promptly at seven, with the
    stretch limo. These people really knew how to live!
    They came in and we had a drink and got acquainted.
    Mrs. Burton, Midge, was in her mid-forties and I liked
    her instantly. She was funny and sexy and friendly as
    hell. We sat and talked for a while and drank our
    drinks and I told her that I would really like to meet
    her and pick her brain when she could spare the time.

    Before long we were on our way out the door and I was
    excited about my first ride in a limo. Both the Burtons
    complimented me on my dress, and my body, and I
    blushed. For some reason, having another woman as part
    of the equation was embarrassing for me.

    As the limo driver held the door for us I got in first
    and as I did I felt a hand on my ass. I assumed it was
    Brad, but when I got inside and sat down in one of the
    luxurious leather seats I saw that the person behind me
    was Midge! She winked at me and sat beside me and put
    her hand lightly on my thigh.

    She smiled and said, “You are going to see some strange
    sights tonight my dear. We are going to a private club
    called ‘The Slave Traders.’ The food and the drinks are
    fantastic, and the scenery is too, though it takes some
    getting used to.”

    I had lived here for six years, and Brad for four
    years, and we had never heard of this place. One reason
    became obvious as we traveled. It was dark and we
    couldn’t see that well by the time we got there. We
    were an hour and a half out of town, up in the
    mountains and away from everything else. The club was a
    large stone and wood building with no windows that
    opened onto the parking lot and no signs or lights.
    There were dozens of cars in the parking lot, all of
    them very expensive. It was the strangest club I had
    ever seen.

    We were let out at the door and the men got out first,
    then me, with Midge’s hand on my ass again, and then
    Midge. When she was out and the car had pulled away she
    said, “I hope you didn’t mind, you have a beautiful
    ass.”

    I said, “Well, I have to admit, it is a new experience
    for me, but no, I don’t mind at all. I have been having
    a lot of new experiences lately, and most of them have
    been very pleasant.”

    “So I hear,” she said with a warm smile. “In fact, I
    hear you are the girl that made Mr. Morris smile for
    the first time in decades. You know we talk about you
    girls, don’t you?”

    “Who is we?” I asked.

    “I’ll tell you later Jan,” she said. Then we all went
    to the door. As we approached the massive wooden door
    it opened and a very stiff and reserved looking man in
    a tuxedo stepped out and said, “Ah, Mr. and Mrs.
    Burton, it is wonderful to see you again. Your table is
    ready, come right in.”

    We stepped inside and Mr. Burton introduced us to the
    man in the tuxedo. He looked at Brad and me carefully,
    as though he wasn’t quite sure whether or not to let us
    in. But then he smiled and held up a finger and a naked
    woman came out of nowhere and the man in the tuxedo,
    Jeffry, said, “This is Melody, she will be taking care
    of you this evening.”

    Melody was a very busty blonde, with no hair anywhere
    on her body except her head, and a beautiful body. She
    smiled and acted as though she was fully dressed as she
    led us to a table in the darkened club. It was so dark
    I could hardly see Midge in front of me as we made our
    way to our booth. We stopped at the booth and as Brad
    and Mr. Burton, or David as he now insisted we call
    him, watched, Midge slid the tiny straps of my dress
    down off of my shoulders and helped me to step out of
    it. As she undressed me she said, “I hope you don’t
    mind, I have been dying to see you naked since I met
    you.”

    I didn’t have time to form a reply before she slid my
    panties off and she handed my dress and underwear to
    Melody and then added her own clothes and the two of us
    sat down naked on one end of the booth, the men sat on
    the other.

    I was still speechless, but I had had time to take note
    of Midge’s body and I was very impressed. If I looked
    half that good when I was her age I would be proud.
    From the neck down she could pass for mid-twenties, and
    her face showed very little sign of aging either. She
    was very sexy.

    As Melody left to put our clothes somewhere and get our
    drinks Madge said, “Comfortable?”

    I smiled and said, “I suppose there is a first time for
    everything. I am a bit surprised to admit it, but yes,
    I feel great! It helps that I am not the only one at
    the table that is naked.”
    Then I smiled at Brad and said, “Doesn’t it dear?”

    He grinned and wisely kept his mouth shut.

    The waitress came back with our drinks and menus and I
    opened the menu and looked at all of the strange names
    the food had. I looked at Midge and she smiled and took
    my menu and said, “That’s alright dear, David will
    order for us.”

    The club was very dark still, but my eyes had adjusted
    a little and I could see movement as naked women moved
    through the club going to the booths. It appeared that
    all of the seating was at booths, I didn’t see any
    tables. The club was on several levels, like an
    amphitheater. The booths in front of us were low enough
    that we could look over them and see all the way down
    to the level of the main floor.

    It was pleasantly quiet in here and we could talk
    quietly among ourselves. David and Brad talked a little
    about work, but mostly about sports. Midge and I talked
    about EPOD.

    I had a million questions. But the first one I had to
    ask was how difficult it was to cope when she was no
    longer in it.

    She laughed quietly and said, “That was the perfect
    question dear! Most women would ask how I had coped
    when I was in it. You are going to get a long great! In
    answer to your question, I miss it terribly, we both
    do. But we have found other outlets. We have a few
    close friends that we party with from time to time. And
    we do things like come here and play from time to
    time.”

    “Play?” I asked, not sure what she meant about playing
    in this quiet club.

    “You’ll see, be patient,” she said.

    Then she asked me how I had reacted when I had first
    heard about EPOD. I told her about the night Brad had
    told me and how conflicted my emotions were, but mostly
    how horny I had gotten.

    She laughed and said, “Exactly what I felt!”

    I asked, “How do you feel now that David is getting all
    of the fun and you are out EPOD? It doesn’t seem fair.
    The wives should still be able to stay in it if they
    want to. Don’t you think?”

    “Well,” she said, “the truth is that most of them don’t
    enjoy it as much as you and I. Some of them downright
    hate it. I suppose if ours was the more popular opinion
    it might carry more weight.”

    “Is there any reason why it can’t be changed, be made
    voluntary? Who would have to make that change?”

    “The big seven, although I hear you have a lot of
    influence with Mr. Morris and that would be helpful.”

    “Would you really like it if I could get it changed? I
    guess I shouldn’t be rocking the boat yet, I have only
    met one of the other three wives in EPOD so far, and I
    don’t really know her. I probably shouldn’t piss them
    off until after I meet them and get to know them a
    little better.”

    “You are probably right about that, and yes,” Midge
    said, “I would love to get back in. And David would
    love it to. We both miss it. And while we are on the
    subject of pissing someone off, now would be a good
    time to warn you about Gavin Riggs. There is something
    not quite right about that man. He hasn’t hurt anyone
    yet, but he has, well, he has done some pretty bad
    things. Be careful around him.”

    I glanced at Brad to make sure he wasn’t listening and
    then I told her about what had happened earlier today,
    and how he had reacted when I told him that I couldn’t
    go out with him this evening.

    She got a concerned look on her face and said, “He is
    bad news Jan, be careful. He has done some things that
    he should have gotten in trouble for. But the poor
    girls that he did them to didn’t have the balls to say
    anything because they were looking out for their
    husbands.”

    I shivered, and I wasn’t cold. I decided that it was
    time to change the subject. I asked her about the other
    three wives in EPOD.

    She smiled and said, “None of them are as well adjusted
    as you are. Or as lovely, I might add. Carol Mitchum
    and Madison Scott are both taking it alright, although
    they give the impression that they would rather not be
    in it. That may or may not be a fa�ade to please their
    stuffed shirt husbands. Personally I think it is. They
    seem to be making the best of it though, and they enjoy
    it from time to time.

    They have been in it for a while and their newness has
    worn off and they aren’t bothered every day like you
    probably are. Grace Davis is another story. She is a
    cold, manipulating bitch and you should never turn your
    back on her. She acts so sweet to the men when she is
    forced to be with them, but is a hateful, spiteful,
    gold digging little bitch that would much rather kill a
    man than fuck him, if there were a choice and the money
    was even either way.”

    “It doesn’t sound like these parties they keep talking
    about are going to be a lot of fun!” I said, unhappy
    with her description of my fellow EPOD members.

    “They won’t be that bad. The men will be concentrating
    on you for a while. And the other women behave as
    though they are having a good time. I suppose that
    Carol and Madison enjoy themselves most of the time.
    Sometimes Riggs can put a damper on things at the
    party, although he usually behaves himself when the
    other VPs are around.

    You will be putting on informal little performances
    with the other wives from time to time. It isn’t so bad
    with the other two, but having sex with Grace is like
    making love to an iceberg. She does and says all of the
    right things when any of the men are listening, and I
    don’t know how many of them fall for her shit. But she
    is a cold, calculating bitch.”

    I don’t know if my eyes were getting better adjusted to
    the dark or if the lights were getting brighter but
    suddenly I realized that there were women, naked women,
    chained to the walls all around the room, and to posts
    throughout the room.

    Midge saw my expression when I saw them and she laughed
    out loud. I poked Brad and nodded at the decorations
    chained up around the room and he almost choked on his
    drink.

    I stared at the women chained to the walls around the
    room and after a while I became aware that there were
    people moving around checking them out. They were
    walking around calmly looking at them, touching them,
    anything they wanted. Most of the people were men, but
    I saw some women doing it too. Once in a while I saw
    what seemed to be a man pulling out his dick and
    putting it into one or more of the women. And then I
    noticed that every few minutes a couple of men in
    tuxedos would come out and unchain one of he women and
    take her away.

    I tried to ask Midge what was going on, but she just
    smiled and said, “Shhh, don’t spoil the surprise.”

    Our food came; I was surprised because I hadn’t seen
    David order. The food was definitely on the gourmet
    side. I had no idea what I was eating, but it was
    delicious. And whatever I was drinking was most
    excellent as well.

    We ate and as we ate I continued to watch the action
    along the walls. Several times I noticed that a woman I
    recognized as having been removed was brought back out
    and chained up again. I was really intrigued. But that
    damned Midge wouldn’t say a word.

    The meal was delicious, but the portions were small and
    it was over and done with very quickly. The naked
    waitress came and cleared the table and then she came
    back with another drink for David and Brad. Midge and I
    were not even asked if we wanted one, and I did!

    But the reason for that omission was soon apparent.
    Four men in tuxedos appeared at our table and Midge
    pushed me out and followed right behind. I looked at
    David and he just smiled and said, “Do what you are
    told.”

    I could tell that Brad was curious too, but he didn’t
    seem concerned, and I figured he was there if I needed
    him, I hoped. So I allowed two of the men to take me
    away. Midge was being pulled along right behind me. It
    was comforting that I was not alone.

    We were taken to an empty space on the wall and chained
    up. We were lucky, some of the women were in grotesque
    positions, and I even saw a couple scattered around
    that were upside down! We were chained up as though we
    were on a cross, with our legs slightly parted, but our
    feet were planted firmly on the floor.

    Almost as soon as the men in tuxedos had walked away,
    men, and now and then a woman, approached and explored
    our bodies. Fingers pinched and pulled my nipples and
    explored my pussy, and when they were satisfied they
    put their fingers in my mouth to be sucked clean.

    None of these people spoke to us. They didn’t ask us
    any questions or tell us what they wanted. They just
    examined us as though they were shopping for slaves. A
    couple of times a man stood in front of me and pulled
    out his cock and bent at the knees and forced his cock
    into me. I must admit that by the first time it
    happened I was already so wet that not a lot of force
    was necessary.

    I had not been there very long when two men in tuxedos
    came and got me and led me down a dark hallway and into
    a room about the size of a gymnasium. It was not your
    normal gym though. Everywhere that I looked I saw women
    strapped down to benches of various designs being
    fucked by men. Most of the men were dressed; all of the
    women were naked.

    Sometimes I saw men at benches talking to the other men
    and then they would exchange partners, if the woman
    strapped down and being fucked could be called a
    partner. I was led to a strange looking padded bench
    and strapped down and I didn’t have time to ask what
    the hell was going on before the men in tuxedos left
    and a man stepped up behind me and plowed his cock into
    me. I turned around and recognized him as one of the
    men that had come around and felt me up earlier.

    He fucked me violently and I suddenly realized that I
    was extremely turned on and I ended up cumming twice
    before he pulled out of my pussy and ran around and
    buried his cock in my throat and shot his cum straight
    down my throat.

    I don’t like that. I mean, I don’t mind the deepthroat
    part, but I want to taste a man’s cum when he cums in
    my mouth. But I didn’t have time to complain because
    while the man that had just cum in my mouth was letting
    his cock drain in my mouth someone else started fucking
    me, someone with a very fat cock. It felt great and I
    was cumming again by the time the cock in my mouth
    disappeared.

    My mouth wasn’t empty long though. As soon as the first
    man that had taken me finished and walked away, another
    man put his cock in my mouth. This new cock was only
    semi-hard, and I could tell that it had just come out
    of some other woman’s pussy! I was so shocked, and so
    fucking turned on, that I screamed all around his cock
    as I had a huge orgasm!

    I guess he liked it. By the time I was through cumming
    and screaming around his cock he was hard and he was
    buried half way down my throat. But this gentleman
    pulled out all but the head when he started to cum and
    finished himself off with his hand. I got to enjoy a
    nice mouthful of cum this time.

    The second man that had fucked me, very well I might
    add, came around and put his slimy cock in my mouth and
    I got to see it. I was impressed! Even soft it was
    huge. I wouldn’t want to have it every time I fucked,
    but now and then, for a little variety, it was very
    nice. I was glad that someone else had gone first to
    open me up a little though.

    I was laying alone on the bench for a couple of minutes
    when a naked woman came over and used a damp cloth to
    clean me. When she moved away there were two men in
    tuxedos who freed me and took me back out and chained
    me up where I had been. Midge was gone now and I stood
    as more men came by and took advantage of me.

    It was about ten minutes before they brought Midge back
    out. She looked totally fucked, and she was smiling
    like a Cheshire cat. She winked at me and allowed
    herself to be chained back up to the wall.

    After about ten minutes, two men who were together came
    and stopped in front of me. They pulled and squeezed my
    tits and took turns sticking fingers in my pussy for a
    moment. Then they moved over to Midge and did the same
    thing to her.

    I didn’t have time to see what they did next because a
    very large, very masculine woman stopped in front of
    me. She leered at me and reached out and twisted my
    nipples painfully. Then she reached down and stuck a
    couple of fingers into my pussy. It was obvious that I
    had been fucked recently. She pulled her fingers out
    and roughly shoved them into my mouth and whispered,
    “You fucking slut. You need someone to teach you how to
    behave. Teach you how to eat pussy. Put you in your
    fucking place.”

    She was the only person that had spoken to me since I
    had been chained up, but I didn’t like the sound of
    what she had to say. I was almost happy when two men in
    tuxedos came and unchained me again. I saw the look of
    anger and disappointment on that weird woman’s face and
    I was sure that whatever was about to happen to me was
    better than spending a little time with her.

    Before I was led away, Midge was also unchained and we
    were led away together. We went to a different room
    this time. It was a much smaller room with only one
    bench. Midge was strapped down on her back on the bench
    and I was placed on top of her in the sixty-nine
    position and strapped down. This time though, we both
    had the use of our hands. The first bench I had been
    strapped to had included straps for my wrists and I had
    been totally immobilized.

    Now, for the first time, I had a woman’s pussy in my
    face. I also had a woman’s face in my pussy. I had
    expected that this would happen. I had even expected it
    to happen tonight. I just had not expected it to happen
    like this.

    One of the two men that had chosen us pushed my head
    down and I knew what he wanted without a word being
    spoken. I began to tentatively lick at Midge’s pussy as
    I felt her tongue moving over my own. I could tell that
    she had recently had sex. But she seemed clean, and I
    found that I was enjoying it. Of course, the tricks
    that she was doing with her tongue might have had a lot
    to do with that. She was driving me nuts and I really
    felt like I wanted to please her as much as she was
    pleasing me.

    We had not been doing this for very long when things
    got a whole lot better. I watched as, right before my
    eyes, a long thin cock came into sight and slowly
    entered Midge’s swollen, red pussy.

    At the same time I felt one entering me. I had never
    felt anything like it. That nice cock was slowly
    fucking away at my pussy while Midge was tickling my
    clit with her tongue and it was the most wonderful
    sensation I had ever experienced. It was all I could do
    to keep up with her.

    It was so erotic. I had never seen a cock going into a
    pussy, except in a porn movie, and that just isn’t the
    same as having it happen right in your face. I licked
    Midge’s clit like crazy, stopping only occasionally to
    moan in pleasure, or to suck clean the cock that was
    fucking her when he pulled out and shoved it into my
    throat.

    Both men were taking their time and Midge and I both
    must have cum a dozen times by the time they came. When
    the man fucking Midge pulled out he made me clean his
    cock one last time, and then, without anyone even
    suggesting it, I put my mouth around Midge’s pussy and
    licked and sucked it clean. She started screaming in
    pleasure as I worked on her, but her screams were
    muffled and I could tell that she still had a cock in
    her mouth.

    I had eaten every trace of cum from her pussy by the
    time she started to return the favor. And I understood
    now what she had been screaming about. It was so
    fucking hot, so fucking sexy, in less than two minutes
    I was cumming and screaming and the two men were just
    standing there watching in amazement.

    Finally we both collapsed in exhaustion and we were
    released from the bench. Before we left a woman came
    around with a damp scented cloth and we were freshened
    up again. I tried to ask Midge some questions, like how
    much longer this would go on, and what if I wanted to
    go to the bathroom, but when I tried to speak she shook
    her head and I shut up and waited for the men to come
    and chain us up again.

    And they did. And the parade of men mauling my body
    continued. In fact, if anything there were a lot more
    of them now. I was deeply relieved that the butch broad
    from earlier had not come back. She was scary.

    Midge was taken away again almost immediately. I had
    the impression that the man that selected her knew her.
    They hadn’t spoken; I just thought I saw a look pass
    between them, a look of familiarity in their faces.

    Before she was returned I was selected again. I was
    taken into the larger main room again and this time I
    was strapped down on my back with my head hanging down.
    A pair of large, black, hairy legs appeared in front of
    my face and I realized that I was going to have my
    first sexual encounter with a black man. I shivered in
    excitement, and then I shivered in fear. He was
    standing with his fat nine inch cock pointed right at
    my lips. He leaned forward and I opened my mouth and
    felt him feed me a couple of inches.

    I was scared, it was a very large and very impressive
    organ and I was used to more average sized men. But he
    was patient and as he moved several inches of his cock
    in and out of my mouth he was playing with my tits and
    I was starting to really get into it. Then, to make
    things even better, I felt someone start shoving
    another cock into my pussy. I moaned around the cock in
    my mouth and started being less passive, taking more
    and more of it into my mouth. The man that was the
    owner of that big black cock just let me work at it and
    soon I had my confidence built up and I had to see if I
    could do it. And damned if I didn’t!

    I enjoyed his big hands on my tits and his companion’s
    cock in my pussy as I moved my head up and down his
    cock until the head of it finally slid into my throat.
    That was the only time I heard a man speak from the
    time we had been led to the wall and chained up. He
    groaned and said, “Jesus H. Christ on a stick! Look at
    this fucking bitch!”

    His companion shushed him and that was all the talking
    I heard. But just as he was getting ready to cum he
    couldn’t be passive any longer and he started fucking
    my mouth and throat and it hurt, but I was pretty
    damned proud of myself, because I took it all and made
    him swear. Unlike with the other cocks I had taken down
    my throat since I became able to do that, I could not
    breath around this one. I felt him bury himself in my
    throat and I felt his massive organ throbbing as he
    shot his cum down my throat. But I was almost
    unconscious when he finally pulled it out of me. It had
    been fun though. I hadn’t cum, I was too preoccupied
    with the cock in my throat, but I’d do it again. I
    wished that Brad could have seen it.

    I coughed a little when he pulled out and gasped for
    air. He looked around and bent down and whispered,
    “Sorry. Are you okay?”

    I smiled and winked at him and nodded. He smiled back
    and moved out of the way so that I could suck his
    friend’s cock clean. His friend was white, and his cock
    was at least as large as the man that had just fucked
    my face. I would have liked to have one of them in my
    pussy again before they left. I was pretty turned on
    right then. But they turned and walked away. As they
    left the black man turned back and winked at me though.
    I thought that was sweet.

    I was waiting for the woman to come clean me so I could
    be taken back out when another man came over and
    started running his hands over my body. My head was
    down and I couldn’t see who it was unless I lifted up
    my head. I didn’t though, not until after this new man
    started fucking me. He was doing a very good job and I
    had to look up and see what I was dealing with. I had
    the shock of my life when I lifted my head and saw the
    man that owned the dry cleaning shop that I used. I
    smiled at him, mostly because I saw that he was just as
    shocked as I was. Then I put my head back down and
    enjoyed it. I came twice before he finally came and
    then came around to be cleaned.

    There was something about this situation that was
    really turning me on. It was just something about all
    of this anonymous sex, all of these chains and this
    silence, and being so available and helpless. It was
    just turning me the fuck on so bad. I was cumming and
    cumming at the drop of a zipper. I bet I would have cum
    if someone just rubbed a cock over my face!

    My drycleaner finally walked away after one last fond
    squeeze of my breast and the rag lady was there with
    her warm cloth. I was washed; face and pussy, and then
    the tuxedo men came and freed me. They almost had to
    carry me out of the room. I was really getting tired
    now. I had no idea what time it was or how long I had
    been doing this. Or perhaps I should say how long I had
    been having this done to me. I really could have used a
    little rest.

    But I was taken back out and chained up and Midge was
    there looking fresh as a daisy and eager for more. I
    felt kind of bad for pussying out and gave myself a
    little pep talk. It helped a little, but I was still in
    need of a rest. A good stiff drink would be nice too.

    As I was hanging there in my chains letting the men
    feel me up and look me over it suddenly occurred to me
    that I really didn’t have much to fear from Mr. Riggs
    any longer. After tonight, there wasn’t much he could
    do to me that I couldn’t handle. I hoped.

    There was still a lot of traffic, a lot of men coming
    along and pawing us, some quite skillfully and causing
    a lot of good feelings. Many others rough and verging
    on cruel, but still it was stimulating that we were
    helpless and had no choice but to submit to these men.

    I was starting to get ready again; all that touching by
    so many men can be extremely stimulating, but my other
    wish came true first. A dozen men in tuxedos came out
    of the hallway and started going down the line
    releasing us. It is a good thing that Midge was there,
    because I would not have had a clue as to where our
    seats were.

    Midge saw the lost look and put her arm around my
    shoulder and guided me back to our booth. As we slowly
    walked down the dark aisles she said quietly, “You
    loved it, didn’t you? You liked it as much as I do.”

    I smiled at her and said, “Yes, except for that scary
    lesbian that almost pulled my nipples off, I had a
    great time. Do you do this often?”

    She said, “No, it takes a while to recuperate. And if
    we did it too often it wouldn’t be special. Would you
    like to come the next time we come?”

    Before I could answer I wanted to talk to Brad. I asked
    her, “What were the guys doing while we were chained
    up. Were they some of the men moving around picking
    women to fuck?”

    “They probably went through once or twice,” she
    answered, “just to take the edge off. But I’m sure that
    they saved something for later. Does it bother you, the
    idea that Brad went down that wall and picked out a
    strange woman and had sex with her?”

    “No,” I said, “not anymore. We had a couple of
    threesomes when I was still in college and we talked
    about finding another woman, instead of another man. At
    the time I was uncomfortable with it, but not now. It’s
    just sex.”

    “Good,” she said, “that sounds like a healthy
    attitude.”

    “How did you like our little foursome back there?” she
    asked.

    I smiled and said, “That was a bunch of firsts! But I
    loved it. Not to be presumptuous, but maybe we should
    get together some day, some day soon.”

    Midge smiled and said, “I had that in mind.”

    We were approaching our booth. I was surprised at how
    large this place was. The men were seated and there
    were drinks waiting for us.

    They watched us as we took our seats and both of us
    took big sips of our drinks. I leaned forward and asked
    Brad, “Well, did you have fun while we were out
    entertaining the troops?”

    He grinned, looking just a little guilty, and said, “I
    may have strayed from our marriage vows while you were
    away from the table. Would you be upset if I had?”

    I grinned back and said, “I’d be upset if you hadn’t.
    You can tell me all about it later while I’m sucking
    your cock.”

    Midge interrupted with, “Or maybe while I am sucking
    his cock.”

    “That would work too,” I said. “And I could tell them
    about our little foursome.”

    We finished our drinks and the naked waitress came back
    with our clothes. But we didn’t dress. Midge and I
    carried our clothes out to the limo. It was kind of
    amusing; the parking lot was full of naked women and
    fully dressed men.

    The driver was holding the door open when we got to the
    car, but to look at his face you would never believe
    that two naked women were getting into his car.

    I was first in again, but this time David got in after
    me and joined me on the plush seat that I had been
    sitting on. Midge and Brad sat across from us. David
    was all over me and Brad was all over Midge and for
    some reason the ride back to our house didn’t seem to
    take any time at all. We pulled up in our driveway and
    we invited them in. They gladly accepted and we started
    to make a run for the door, Midge and I were still
    naked, but I stopped and turned around and invited the
    driver to come inside.

    He looked at David and David nodded and after he locked
    the car the driver followed us inside. The driver was a
    nice looking man in his early thirties and I wondered
    if Midge had picked him or if David had.

    When we got inside I took drink orders and when I got
    back with the drinks, Brad and Midge were at it again.
    I set their drinks down on the coffee table and gave
    David his. Then I gave one to the chauffer and after he
    took it and thanked me I introduced myself. He smiled
    politely and told me his name was Matthew and then he
    told me how beautiful he thought that I was.

    I thanked him, but I was unsure of the protocol. I
    didn’t want to go flirting with the help if that was
    inappropriate. I was saved from any further discomfort
    when David spoke up behind me and said, “Matt, stop
    teasing the poor girl. You know I am done for the night
    when I leave the club. Even Jan’s sweet ass couldn’t
    get me up right now. Show her why Midge would leave me
    if I ever fired you.”

    Matt smiled and said, “Sorry Jan, but I always do what
    I’m told.” He toasted me and gulped his drink down, and
    I gulped mine down right along with him. Then he took
    our glasses and set them down and pulled me into his
    arms.

    His hands were all over me and I was ready. I reached
    down between us and put my hand over the large bulge in
    his pants. He groaned and kissed me passionately for a
    moment before he stepped back and started to undress
    rapidly. I would have helped, but I would have just
    been in the way.

    I had seen larger cocks than his tonight, but his was
    very nice. It looked like it was nearly eight inches
    long and thick enough to be an ‘A ticket’ ride at any
    amusement park I have ever been to.

    I reached for an afghan that was sitting on the end of
    the sofa and spread it out on the floor. We got
    comfortable and he started using his talented fingers
    and his even more talented tongue on my tired, but very
    sensitized body. He drove me to orgasm after orgasm
    before I finally pushed him away and forced him down on
    to his back.

    I started kissing him at his face and then worked my
    way down his very fit body to his cock. He must have
    enjoyed himself when he was working on me because the
    lube was running down his cock and making his stomach
    and his balls all shiny. I licked him clean and started
    sucking his nice big cock.

    While I was sucking him I heard Midge talking and I
    looked over at them. Brad was naked now too, but
    apparently they were finished, at least for now. They
    were relaxing and sipping their drinks and watching us
    while Midge told them about our foursome at the club.

    She told it very well, nothing was left out. And I was
    getting turned on all over again just as the driver
    started to cum in my mouth. I guess he had been saving
    up, because I can’t remember ever getting a larger load
    from any one man. I had to swallow before he was
    finished. I never had to do that before!

    When he was finished I held his cock in my mouth until
    he was soft, then I got up and helped him up and we
    walked over to where the other three were sitting. I
    did a drink check, and got us each another one. Well,
    not Matt. One is his limit when he is driving. So I got
    him a soft drink and the five of us sat around talking
    for a while longer. It was so pleasant, and I was
    having so much fun that I didn’t pay any attention to
    the time. I had not known what time it was since seven
    when they picked us up.

    They left when they finished their drinks and we all
    agreed to get together again soon. We saw them out and
    then I went around picking up the living room. It
    wasn’t until I got into the kitchen that I saw what
    time it was. It was almost three AM! I haven’t stayed
    up past midnight more than once or twice since I got
    out of college.

    We realized that we were tired all of a sudden and we
    went to bed and fell asleep with not much more than an
    “I love you.”

    When I finally got up in the morning it was almost ten
    AM. I made coffee and I called to see if Brad was
    available. I got to talk to him for a minute. He was
    exhausted, but we agreed that we had had a great time
    and would like to do it again, preferably not on a work
    night.

    I reminded him that I had a “date” with Mr. Riggs. He
    was quiet for a moment, then he said, “I wish I could
    say don’t go. I don’t trust that man.

    I said, “I know, don’t worry. I’ll be okay. After last
    night I’m not even worried about it anymore.”

    I let Brad get back to work and I took a shower and got
    dressed and made my trip to the dry cleaners. I didn’t
    even remember that I had fucked the owner last night
    until I pulled up in the parking lot. It was too late
    to do anything about it then. Brad needed his clothes,
    and besides, he was just as guilty of fucking me as I
    was of fucking him.

    I didn’t see him when I went in. I went in twice a week
    and the girls behind the counter all knew me. They
    greeted me by name and went to get my cleaning. While I
    was waiting the owner came out to the front and saw me
    and smiled. I smiled back and we nodded at each other.
    He came over and we flirted for a moment, just like we
    always do when I come in. It was all as though he
    hadn’t fucked me while I was strapped down to a bench
    last night. That wasn’t so bad!

    I took my cleaning and went to Sweet Nothings. I
    decided that I would look around and see if there was
    anything sexier than the dress that I had worn last
    night. If not, I planned to wear that dress again.
    After all, I had only had it on for an hour, the rest
    of the evening I had been naked.

    When I went in to the store the owner, Jo, recognized
    me and came over and said hello. We talked for a minute
    and I told her that I was looking for something that
    was only just possibly legal to wear tonight. It should
    be something classy, and pretty, but slutty.

    Jo thought about it for a moment and then she led me to
    a rack with tiny, gossamer like dresses that just
    barely covered those parts that needed to be covered in
    public, but with a fabric so fine that they did more to
    emphasize your body than to cover it. I tried on a
    white one, and I wasn’t all that sure that it was
    something I could wear without getting arrested. The
    fabric was almost weightless, and so sheer that my
    nipples, which were only just a fraction of an inch
    from being exposed anyway, were clearly visible. I
    could also see the style and color of my panties.

    I reached under the dress and pulled off my underwear
    and I could see the small patch of bright red pubic
    hair over my slit. When I turned around I could see
    nearly an inch of the top of my butt crack before the
    dress started, and I could see the rest of it through
    the material. I have a small mole on one cheek and it
    was plainly visible.

    It was certainly sexy enough, but could I actually wear
    this in public? I looked at Jo and she smiled and said,
    “Well, you might want to avoid going by police
    headquarters tonight, but damn! That dress was made for
    you!”

    I thought about it for a moment and decided that Mr.
    Riggs had said slutty, this was definitely slutty. I
    would wear it and if he didn’t like it he could make me
    change. So I bought it.

    I went home with my new dress and dropped off my
    cleaning and my new dress and changed into my exercise
    clothes. I drove to the gym and worked out for a while.
    It really helped me get my blood flowing after the late
    night last night. I had been missing a lot of workouts
    lately because of, well, because of sex. So it took me
    a little while to get back in the groove. But by the
    time I finished my workout I was sweaty and smelly and
    loose. I mean limber.

    I returned to the house in time to start supper and
    then I took another shower and put my outfit in the
    spare bedroom. Brad would be going to bed right after
    supper to make up for last night. I probably wouldn’t
    see him again until morning. Or at least I wouldn’t see
    him awake.

    I didn’t dress after my shower. When Brad got home I
    met him at the door, naked and drink in hand. He didn’t
    change clothes. I had to force him to eat a little
    something and then I took him upstairs and put him to
    bed. We kissed and I turned out the light and told him
    that I would tell him all about it tomorrow. He looked
    worried, but he couldn’t stay awake. I had pulled
    enough all-nighters in college to remember how he felt,
    I understood perfectly.

    I closed the bedroom door and went down and cleaned up
    the dining room and kitchen and then I went and got
    dressed in my new slut outfit. I wore the tiniest thong
    that I owned under it. It just barely covered my slit
    with a nearly transparent patch of material that was
    just enough, with the dress, to keep my slit from being
    exposed. I put on a pair of four inch heels, much
    higher than I normally wear. I had not worn them in a
    while and I walked around for a few minutes to get my
    balance back. I put my ID, my house key, my cell phone
    and a little cash in a small clutch purse and I was
    ready to go.

    I heard Mr. Riggs pull up at about ten before eight and
    I was on the way to the door when the bell rang. I
    opened the door and it was his driver. I will give the
    man credit; he tried very hard to make believe that I
    was not nearly naked. He invited me to the car and I
    locked the door and followed him.

    He held the car door for me and as I stepped inside Mr.
    Riggs reached out and pulled me down beside him. Before
    I knew what was going on he pulled my arms behind my
    back and put handcuffs on me. Then he looked me over
    and told me that my outfit was perfect.

    I, meanwhile, was looking at the two strangers sitting
    on one of the side benches staring at me.

    Mr. Riggs noticed their looks and said, “Didn’t I tell
    you the slut was hot?”

    The driver got in and we took off and as soon as the
    car was moving Mr. Riggs pushed me over to the two
    strangers and invited them to check me out closer.

    I nearly broke my neck as I stumbled and fell onto the
    men’s laps. Their hands were all over me instantly. I
    could smell the alcohol in the limo; all three men were
    already pretty well loosened up.

    My dress was soon bunched up around my waist and my
    little thong pulled out of the way and their hands were
    groping me roughly. I could see Mr. Riggs watching, and
    I had the impression that he was disappointed that I
    wasn’t all that put out at the way I was being treated.
    I didn’t want to challenge him, but I wasn’t going to
    start crying for him either.

    After several minutes of pretty rough mauling I was
    pushed to the soft carpet on my knees and one of the
    men started face fucking me. The other one had his cock
    out and was ready. I sucked them both off with little
    difficulty and swallowed their large loads of cum
    easily. When I was finished I was kept on my knees with
    the second man’s cock in my mouth for a few minutes
    longer, long enough for us to reach our destination.

    The limo came to a stop and the driver got out and
    opened the door, but before we got out, Mr. Riggs said,
    “You might as well come over here and take the edge off
    before we get started.”

    I walked on my knees to where he was seated and with
    the door wide open and the driver standing there
    watching, I sucked off Mr. Riggs. If you haven’t tried
    it, I have to tell you, sucking a guy off when you are
    wearing handcuffs is a lot harder than when you have
    the use of your hands.

    Mr. Riggs came in my mouth and after I swallowed he got
    out, put his cock away, and then reached in and pulled
    me out. I looked around and saw that I was standing in
    front of an adult book store, with my dress still
    bunched at my waist.

    Mr. Riggs asked the driver to straighten my dress out,
    which he did, slowly and carefully and with lots of
    touching. Then Mr. Riggs’ two friends got out and we
    entered the book store.

    It was a surprisingly large store. It looked bigger on
    the inside than it had on the outside. All eyes seemed
    to be on me as I walked around with Mr. Riggs and his
    friends, looking at dirty books and movies and sex
    toys. Some of those toys looked pretty interesting!

    At first the men that were in the store just watched us
    discretely. But Mr. Riggs and his friends were
    constantly touching me and insulting me, and soon men
    started gathering around to watch and listen.

    One of the men watching asked, “Is that your little sex
    toy?”

    Mr. Riggs answered, “Actually, she is married to one of
    my employees, and most of the time she is just a happy
    little housewife. But tonight she is my twenty-two year
    old cum pig.”

    I didn’t know exactly what the term cum pig meant, but
    it sounded kind of messy.

    The man that had asked the question came closer and,
    after looking at Mr. Riggs for permission, he pulled me
    close and smelled my breath. Then he reached inside my
    dress and pulled on my breast and said, “Smells like
    she has already had her first load of cum for the
    night.”

    Mr. Riggs smiled and said, “Three of them actually.
    That was just an appetizer.”

    I was groaning as the man started squeezing my tit
    hard. Then he reached up and pulled my hair and when I
    squealed in pain he leaned forward and spit right in my
    mouth. I gasped in shock and stepped back, losing my
    balance in those ungodly shoes I was wearing and fell
    flat on my ass. It hurt like hell, because my hands
    were useless and I was unable to break my fall.

    But the audience was amused and gathered around to
    watch as I struggled to get back to my feet. I had to
    get to my knees first, but before I could stand up Mr.
    Riggs said, “Stay there, I’ll tell you if I need you to
    stand up.”

    The audience seemed to be enjoying my abuse immensely.
    They closed in around me and I had hands all over me,
    pinching and pulling and squeezing. Before long my
    dress was nothing but a belt again. And not long after
    that someone reached down and grabbed the thin string
    on my left hip and pulled it, snapping it and allowing
    the little patch of cloth that had been covering my
    slit to fall down onto my thigh, exposing me totally
    now.

    A tall skinny old guy came over and watched for a
    minute, then he turned to Mr. Riggs and said, “I hate
    like hell to say this, because I am really enjoying the
    show. But you are going to need to take this in the
    back, just in case someone comes in that might take
    offense, like the law.”

    Mr. Riggs smiled and said, “I understand perfectly.”
    Then he turned to me and said, “Come on pig, let’s go.”

    I tried to struggle to my feet but he drew his arm back
    and slapped the hell out of me, knocking me back down
    to the floor, on my face this time.

    I looked at him in shock and he said, “I told you to
    stay the fuck down there pig! Now get back up on your
    knees and let’s go!”

    I struggled back to my knees and the crowd parted to
    allow me to fight to keep up with him as he walked at a
    normal pace across the floor. The floor was wooden, but
    fairly smooth. At least I wasn’t getting splinters, but
    I was definitely scraping my skin off. Suddenly I
    wasn’t so confident that I could handle Mr. Riggs.

    As I struggled to follow him through the closely
    gathered crowd of dirty old men, hands reached out and
    tugged at my swaying breasts or pinched my exposed ass
    as I went by.

    We reached a door in the back wall and a buzzer sounded
    and one of Mr. Riggs’ friends opened the door and held
    it while the four of us passed through. We entered a
    very dark hallway and paused. I couldn’t see because
    there were two men standing in front of me. But as they
    moved down the hallway my knees were now scraping on a
    cement floor and I realized that we were passing men
    standing in the dark watching me in amazement as I
    hobbled along on my knees with my hands cuffed behind
    me.

    There were flashes of light behind me as the buzzer
    sounded and the door opened and more of the men from
    out front followed us in. Half way down the hall Mr.
    Riggs stopped at an open door and looked in. Then he
    stepped inside and I followed. The little room was
    about eight feet wide by five feet deep and I had not
    gone very far before I felt something wet on my knees.
    I thought at first that I was bleeding, but then I
    realized that the liquid was cool and then the smell
    hit me and I realized what I was kneeling in. I was
    dragging my knees across cooling puddles of cum!

    Mr. Riggs grabbed my hair and said, “If you do
    everything that is required of you tonight, I won’t
    make you clean the floor with your tongue.” I heard
    laughter from the doorway and saw men gathered around,
    fighting for a better view of me as I knelt helplessly
    on the cement floor.

    Mr. Riggs stepped back and one of his friends came
    forward and pulled out a knife. He quickly cut through
    the straps of my dress and then sliced through it where
    it bunched around my waist, letting it fall away to the
    floor. Then he snapped the remaining strap of my thong
    and now I was wearing only my shoes, for all the good
    they were doing me.

    I was pulled down across a padded straight chair and
    the three men that I came in with stood back against
    the wall. Mr. Riggs said, “Gentlemen, my employee’s cum
    pig is a three-holer, and it is now open for business.”

    There was almost a fight at the door of the small room
    as men jostled to get in line and soon I had cocks in
    my mouth and my pussy, fucking me violently. These were
    not the same kind of reserved, relatively sophisticated
    gentlemen that I was made available to last night. For
    one thing, a lot of these men needed help with personal
    hygiene issues. Several times I found myself gagging
    and on the verge of vomiting from the smell of unwashed
    genitals. But on the plus side, none of them lasted
    very long. They came and went very quickly, with little
    effort on my part, and no pleasure. It was not until I
    had been fucked by three or four men that someone
    finally took my ass. He didn’t prepare me first, or use
    lube, except for the fresh cum dripping out of my
    pussy, but his cock wasn’t very large and it wasn’t too
    bad.

    I didn’t even try to keep track of how many men used
    me. This wasn’t even remotely sex. This was abuse and
    humiliation, pure and simple. I didn’t have to do much.
    I just had to be there for them to use. Sometimes I was
    on my stomach, getting fucked at both ends, but
    sometimes they turned me over and with my head hanging
    down on one side and my legs pulled up onto my stomach
    they would use me that way. Nobody cleaned me up in
    between fucks and I was soon aware of what a cum pig
    was. I had cum everywhere. After a while, I was so
    nasty that a lot of the men wouldn’t even touch me.
    Some didn’t care, but mostly they were just standing
    over me and beating off and spraying my face and body
    with cum.

    I had been on my back for a long time now, and my arms
    were killing me. There were tears running down my
    cheeks, partly from the shame and humiliation, but
    mostly from the pain. The line never seemed to end. The
    men kept coming and cumming and the line seemed
    endless. I could not imagine that using a woman like
    this would be a turn on for someone. It was disgusting.
    I was disgusting. My eyes were glued shut with cum, I
    had to breathe through my open mouth, my nostrils were
    covered, and even my ears were full of it. And since my
    mouth was open so that I could breathe, the men all
    seemed to try to aim for my mouth.

    My pussy and my ass and my lips had long since gotten
    numb and the only pain that I felt was the pain in my
    arms and in my back where the cuffs pressed into me. I
    was crying quietly when the chair I was laying on shook
    and I heard Mr. Riggs order me to my knees. I suddenly
    realized that the line of men was gone. I dropped my
    legs and struggled to twist around on my knees. There
    were now more than little pools of cum on the floor
    around me, it felt like a pond. My knees kept sliding
    out from under me as I tried to figure out what Mr.
    Riggs wanted from me now. I couldn’t hear well, and I
    couldn’t see at all.

    I heard men laughing and then I heard him calling,
    “Here pig, come on girl, here pig.”

    I followed the sound of his voice as best I could and
    we went back out into the hallway, still on my skinned
    up knees, and continued on down to the back wall. I had
    to keep following the sound of his voice as he called,
    “Here pig,” all the way down the hall.

    I bumped my knees on a board and realized that I had
    reached the back door and it was open and I was being
    led outside. I carefully worked my way over the sill
    and moved across gravel, cutting the hell out of my
    knees and crying out in pain as I continued to follow
    the calls of “Here pig.”

    I was finally ordered to stop and I heard a faucet
    being turned on and suddenly I was hit with a sharp
    blast of cold water. I screamed again, from the pain
    and from the cold, but still, I was relieved to have
    the slimy mess rinsed off. The hose moved all around,
    spraying every inch of my body until they were
    satisfied. Then they lifted me to my feet and sprayed
    my lower legs and my cut up knees, and finally the hose
    was shoved right up inside my pussy and allowed to run,
    filling me with a much too strong spray of much too
    cold water. As it moved around inside of me it hurt
    like hell, but it sprayed back out around the end of
    the hose and I was grateful to be getting cleaned out.

    When they were satisfied that my pussy was clean they
    bent me over and sprayed another blast of cold water up
    my ass. Then they made me squat and expel it, and
    repeated the process. I had been able to open my eyes
    after my face was sprayed clean and I noticed that
    there were a couple of dozen men standing around
    watching in amusement as I was hosed down and given a
    cold water enema.

    I remembered now my confidence that after last night I
    could handle anything Mr. Riggs could come up with. I
    had underestimated Mr. Riggs.

    When I was sufficiently rinsed off I was led back into
    the book store and through the building and back out
    front to the parking lot, still naked of course, my
    clothing had been destroyed.

    We stood there by the door for a few moments and soon
    the limo came up and we got in. As soon as we were
    seated I was put to work sucking off the three men
    again, but my handcuffs were finally removed and it was
    such a relief that there were tears in my eyes as I
    rubbed my sore wrists.

    The men were just as rough has they had been earlier.
    They roughly forced their cocks down my sore throat and
    pinched and squeezed my tits and pulled my hair. The
    car came to a stop on the side of the road and the
    driver got out and came around and got in the back with
    us. I was quickly put to work sucking him off and when
    he had cum in my mouth we all got out.

    It was very dark and the windows were tinted almost
    black. I had no idea where we were. I looked around
    when we got out and saw that we were parked at what
    appeared to be a campground for the homeless. I saw
    dirty old men everywhere, and they were all staring at
    my naked body like they had not seen a woman with her
    clothes off in years. Many of them probably had not.
    They also did not look like they had bathed or changed
    clothes in years.

    Mr. Riggs said, “I am going to leave you here tonight
    and I will pick you up at seven in the morning. But you
    had best be standing right here when I return or I will
    leave you here.

    That was the last straw. I started begging and when he
    started to turn away I started screaming at him. I
    suspect now that that was what he was waiting for. He
    had been trying to break me all along. Well, he finally
    did. I absolutely refused to be left here, if I had to
    throw myself under that limo, I was not going to let it
    leave without me.

    The three men started smiling evilly and Mr. Riggs’ two
    friends picked me up and held me down on the hot hood
    of the car while Mr. Riggs took his belt off and began
    whipping me brutally. It went on and on. My legs, my
    stomach, he concentrated on my breasts for a long time;
    he even whipped my face several times. I don’t know how
    long it lasted because I finally passed out.

    When I was next aware of my surrounding I was laying in
    the middle of my cold cement driveway. My purse was
    beside me and I looked at the time on my cell phone. It
    was nearly three AM again. I looked down at my body and
    I was a mass of welts. There were several places where
    the skin had been broken, but mostly just ugly red
    marks.

    I started sobbing hysterically. I didn’t know what to
    do. I couldn’t go inside like this. Brad would surely
    kill Mr. Riggs. I couldn’t stay out here much longer
    either. Pretty soon the paper would be delivered and
    people would be going to work. I thought about hiding
    until Brad went to work, but that would be a problem
    too. Brad would be worried and come looking for me.

    Finally, in desperation, I called Midge. I was sobbing
    and I apologized profusely, but she could hardly
    understand me. At first she didn’t even know who I was.
    Finally I got hold of myself and told her that I needed
    help. She asked where I was and she didn’t even get
    dressed, she rushed over in her robe.

    I was hiding between our cars in the driveway when she
    pulled up. She got out of her car and came over and
    looked at me and said, “Oh my god! Jan! What in the
    hell happened to you tonight?!”

    “Mr. Riggs,” I sobbed. “I can’t led Brad see me like
    this. He will kill him!”

    Midge said, “I would be glad to help him. Come on;
    let’s get you in the car.”

    She led me back to her car and gave me a blanket to
    wrap around myself while she drove me to her house. She
    led me inside and went upstairs and got David. He came
    down, still mostly asleep until he saw me.

    “Son of a bitch!” David exploded when he saw me. “Jan!
    Riggs did that? What happened?” he asked.”

    I told them all about my evening, right from the
    beginning. I kept apologizing for waking them up, and I
    even said I was sorry that he ruined the dress, they
    would have loved it.

    Midge had been cleaning my wounds, but she said, “I’m
    going next door and get Damon,” and she got up and
    left.

    I asked David, “Who is Damon? I really don’t need more
    people to see me like this.”

    David moved over beside me and put his arm around me
    gently and said, “Damon is Dr. Damon Green. He is very
    nice, you’ll like him.”

    Ten minutes later Midge was back with Damon and I had
    by then calmed down a little. David stood up and they
    laid me down on the sofa and he examined my wounds. He
    ended up taping one of them on the underside of my
    breast. He said that my skin was not just lovely, but
    resilient at my age, and he was reasonably sure that
    there would be no scarring. He put some strong
    antiseptic on my knees and decided it would be best to
    leave the cuts there open to the air. I thanked him and
    he gave me a couple of strong pills for the pain. They
    worked well, and quickly.

    I thanked Midge and David, and apologized again. They
    kept telling me to stop apologizing for what had been
    done to me. I was starting to get worried about David
    now. I sat up and wrapped the blanket back around me
    and I insisted that he keep this to himself. In part
    because I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, but
    mostly because when Brad found out he would kill Mr.
    Riggs.

    David said, “There is no way to hide those marks Jan.
    Brad is going to find out. And what’s to stop Riggs
    from doing this again, if not to you, then to someone
    else?”

    I leaned back against the back of the couch and said,
    “Oh god, I don’t know, I can’t think. I’m tired and I
    hurt and I’m drugged. Great drugs, by the way, I’d like
    to get some more of these!”

    I smiled at Midge and saw that she was crying. I tried
    to put my arms around her but it hurt too much and I
    stopped. I told her to stop crying. I was fine. I just
    needed to stay here until Brad went to work, if they
    didn’t mind.

    David went upstairs and started getting ready for work
    while Midge made breakfast, well, coffee and toast. I
    had some coffee and the warmth of the hot coffee seemed
    to help my aching jaw. I couldn’t chew though. I
    remembered then that I had been beaten on the face too,
    and I asked Midge how bad my face was. She cried again,
    but she said, your face is fine, there are just some
    red marks. It doesn’t even look like they are going to
    bruise.

    David came down and got his coffee and toast and
    ordered Midge to get me a robe to wear. While she was
    upstairs my cell phone rang and it was Brad. I told him
    that everything was fine. I gave him the impression
    that I had too much to drink and it had been very late
    and I had stopped off at David and Midge’s house. I
    told him that I would see him tonight.

    Midge came down with a light robe and a pair of
    slippers. I was grateful for those; I don’t know what
    happened to my shoes. I hadn’t even realized that I was
    barefoot. David looked at his watch and got a
    thoughtful look on his face and stepped outside for a
    minute. He came back in a few minutes later with Matt,
    his driver, and they sat down and had another cup of
    coffee.

    Midge looked at him curiously but he just said, “I’m
    going in a few minutes late this morning.”

    A half hour later, David and Matt stood up and David
    came to me and said, “Come on Jan, time to go.”

    I was fully under the effects of the drugs by then and
    didn’t even question him. I let him guide me out to the
    car and I kind of half slept as I leaned up against
    him. The next thing I knew I was being gently shaken
    and David helped me out of the car. I didn’t recognize
    where I was. It turned out to be a private back
    entrance for the VPs at the plant.

    I came to a stop when I recognized where we were and I
    said, “Oh no, Mr. Burton please. I don’t want to screw
    things up.”

    He smiled and kissed my forehead and said, “Sweetheart,
    relax, you are going to make them infinitely better.
    Trust me on this.”

    I sighed and let him lead me inside and down a hallway
    I had not seen before. There were no secretaries or
    receptionists here. There was just a narrow hallway
    that connected Mr. Morris’ office and the six VPs’
    offices and a large conference room, the conference
    room where they held their morning meeting.

    Mr. Burton pulled me inside and the quiet conversation
    came to a sudden halt as we entered.

    Mr. Burton said, “I’m so sorry for being late.”

    Everyone was looking at me and I saw that Mr. Riggs
    still had that arrogant look on his face. He didn’t
    know what was going on, but he wasn’t worried.

    Mr. Morris looked up and said, “Heather, please leave
    the room.”

    I hadn’t even noticed that she was in the room!

    Damn those are good drugs!

    Mr. Burton put his briefcase down and turned me towards
    him and loosened the belt on my robe and pulled it off.
    He turned me around to face the six other people in the
    room and I just stood there, not knowing what to say or
    do. All but one of them had already seen me naked and
    had sex with me, though they hadn’t seen me with
    stripes before.

    Mr. Morris said quietly, “David, what happened to her?”

    Mr. Burton just pointed at Mr. Riggs.

    Mr. Riggs shrugged and said, “So what, she’s just a
    slut.”

    Mr. Morris leaned forward and pushed a button and said,
    “Heather, have my driver come in here.”

    Then he turned to Riggs and said, “Give me your keys.”

    Mr. Riggs looked like he had just been punched. He
    couldn’t believe that what he had done to me even
    mattered. He stood up and reached into his pocket and
    pulled out his keys and tossed them down the table to
    Mr. Morris.

    My robe was put back on and I held it closed. The
    driver came in and Mr. Morris said to him, “Robert, I
    want you to pick Mr. Riggs up at the front entrance and
    drive him to his home. You will wait for him there, and
    after he has packed a couple of suitcases you will take
    him to the airport. You will go with him while he buys
    a ticket to anywhere in the world as long as it out of
    this state. Then you will wait with him until he has
    boarded his plane and that plane has taken off. When he
    has taken off you will call me and tell me that he is
    gone and to what state or country he has gone.”

    He then turned to Mr. Riggs and said, “What I should do
    is have you killed. I don’t know people that do that,
    but I know people that know people and more than
    anything else I want to have you killed.”

    Mr. Riggs was now white as a ghost.

    Mr. Morris continued. “For the first time in my life I
    find myself hating someone. It is an ugly feeling. I am
    having trouble controlling it. Here is your only
    option, other than waiting around to be killed. You can
    leave this state and not come back. Anything that you
    want out of your house you had best hire someone to
    come and get for you. If you leave the state
    voluntarily, and send me your resignation, I will give
    you a lukewarm letter of referral if asked. I would
    highly recommend to you that you get professional help,
    because you are a very sick fuck!”

    I saw the looks on the faces of the VPs around the
    room. They were all shocked. Not so much at what he was
    doing to Mr. Riggs, but they had never heard him say
    “fuck” before!

    “What I should do now is force you to apologize to this
    young lady. I would dearly love to beat you half to
    death and force you to apologize to her. But it would
    be meaningless, you would not mean it, your mind is so
    screwed up that you don’t even think that you did
    anything wrong. Get out of my sight. NOW!”

    Mr. Riggs stomped out, his face still white as a sheet.
    Mr. Morris stood up and came around to me and gently
    took me in his arms. He asked Mr. Burton, “Did you have
    a doctor look at her?”

    Mr. Burton nodded and said, “My neighbor. He is good,
    and he won’t say anything.”

    I looked up at Mr. Morris and said, “I’m sorry sir. I
    didn’t want to make any trouble.”

    I guess it was the drugs, but I could have sworn I saw
    tears in his eyes!

    He turned to the VPs and said, “Gentlemen, as of now
    there is no more EPOD.”

    I said, “No! Wait a minute! Mr. Morris, don’t do that,
    please. It isn’t perfect, and there are some women who
    don’t like it, maybe even a few men. But some of us
    like it, a lot. In fact, I was going to ask you to
    expand it.”

    He looked at me like I was nuts, “Expand it? What do
    you mean?”

    I smiled at Mr. Burton and said, “I have only met one
    of the other VP wives, one of the other junior VP
    wives, and none of the junior VPs. So I can’t speak for
    all of the people involved. I know that some of them
    are only in it for the money, but some of us are having
    a ball. And some of the senior VPs’ wives would really
    like back in. It would be nice if you would let them.
    I’m sorry, I was given some really good drugs a little
    while ago and I may not be too clear. But don’t just
    end the program, tweak it.”

    Mr. Morris kissed my forehead and stepped back and
    said, “Is that the drugs talking?”

    I smiled and said, “Maybe a little, damn those things
    are great! But I was going to have this conversation
    with you anyway. As long as the EPOD program has
    existed you have had one jerk that didn’t play well
    with others. He is gone now. Some of us want to play
    some more.”

    I watched Mr. Morris take a deep breath and go back to
    his seat. He looked around him and saw the hopeful look
    on his VPs’ faces.

    After a thoughtful pause he asked, “Would any of you
    gentlemen like to ask your wives if they would like to
    volunteer to get back into the program?”

    “There will be no pressure, it will not be a
    requirement, and it will have no effect on your
    careers. Just let me know by this time next week.”

    Mr. Morris told Mr. Burton to have his driver take me
    home. He told me that it might be best if I not see my
    husband until Riggs was on a plane. I thought that was
    good thinking.

    I walked down to the end of the table and kissed Mr.
    Morris on the cheek and thanked him. Then I kissed Mr.
    Burton and thanked him. Then I started to leave. I
    stopped and turned around and said, “Gentlemen, pool
    party at my place next Friday. Wives invited, but they
    should know that it will be clothing optional.”

    There were smiles all around as I left and made my way
    back through the private hallway. I was just about to
    pass Mr. Morris’ office when the door opened and
    Heather pulled me inside.

    She said, “Here, you can’t go around town like that.
    Then she smiled and said, at least not until you heal.
    I looked at her, wondering how she knew so much. She
    just smiled and helped me pull the robe off. She gasped
    when she saw my tortured body. But she was very gentle
    as she helped me into a loose dress and a pair of
    sandals.

    She hugged me carefully and said, “It is a shame that
    you had to go through all of that, but a lot of people
    around here are going to be a lot happier now. That man
    was bad news and we were all scared of him.”

    I thanked her and grabbed the robe and slippers that
    Midge had given me and went back out to Mr. Burton’s
    car. Matt started to help me into the back, but I
    figured it would be easier to get into the front seat.
    He helped me sit down carefully and drove me slowly
    home, avoiding bumps and taking every turn in slow
    motion. I saw what he was doing and I said, “You are so
    sweet. When I am better I am so going to fuck you!”

    He grinned and said, “I can’t wait Miss.”

    “Jan, I told you before, call me Jan.”

    He smiled and said, “I will Miss, when it is
    appropriate.”

    I said, “It is always appropriate with men that I have
    sex with.”

    He just said, “A time and a place for everything. I
    love my job, knowing the right time and the right place
    helps me keep it. I could not possibly work for a finer
    couple. I want very much to never do anything that they
    might find objectionable. I get some of the greatest
    perks in the world. I don’t have a problem with
    addressing people properly. The next time we meet, and
    you give me that great fuck you promised, then you will
    be Jan. Today, Miss works just fine.”

    I smiled at him and said, “Oh, you’re no fun, you old
    fuddy-duddy!”

    He smiled and said, “You are home miss.”

    I hadn’t even realized that we had stopped moving!

    He came around and helped me to the door. Then he
    helped me upstairs and even helped me off with my dress
    and my sandals. He turned down the bed and said, “Get
    some sleep Miss, you had a hard night. I look forward
    to seeing you again soon.”

    Except for undressing me, he didn’t take a single
    liberty! I was exhausted and drugged and I never even
    saw him leave the bedroom. The next thing that I knew,
    Brad was sitting on the side of my bed and moving his
    fingers lightly over my face, tracing the faint red
    marks that remained.

    I saw the love, and the concern and the rage all mixed
    up on his face and I felt so sorry for him. He wanted
    to protect me and he wanted to avenge me and he wanted
    to make the pain go away and all he could do was ache
    for me.

    I smiled up at him and asked him what time it was.

    “It’s early,” he said. “It’s only a little after two.
    I’m sorry I woke you up.”

    “No, that’s okay. If I sleep all day I’ll be awake all
    night. I went through that cycle more than once in
    college. I don’t want to do that again!”

    “Are you alright?” he asked.

    I assured him that I was just a little sore. No
    injuries that wouldn’t be gone in a week.

    He held my hand and said, “Mr. Morris and David came
    into my office just before lunch and we had a long
    talk. They told me some of what happened. I don’t think
    that they told me everything.”

    I smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you
    everything later. But not until you have calmed down.”

    “I’m sorry,” Brad said quietly. “This is my fault. I
    should have told them to take EPOD and shove it up
    their asses. But don’t worry; I’m getting us out of
    this on Monday. I plan on resigning and we can live on
    our savings for long enough for me to find another
    job.”

    I sat up suddenly. That was a big mistake. I groaned at
    the sudden pain and said, “You will resign over my dead
    body! Did Mr. Morris tell you what happened in the
    meeting this morning?”

    Brad shrugged and said, “He said that David brought you
    in and you were covered in welts. He fired Riggs on the
    spot, threatened his life and made him leave the state
    before he told me what had happened.”

    I said, “He also put an end to EPOD, until I made him
    reinstate it. Riggs is gone now. He was the only bad
    apple. We have enjoyed the hell out of EPOD! They
    should have known about Riggs and they should have done
    something about it sooner. But I can make sure that
    doesn’t happen again. A lot of us, you and me included,
    like EPOD. I even think I talked him into letting Midge
    and any of the other wives that want to get back in the
    program.”

    “To sum up,” I continued, “you are not resigning, EPOD
    is still a viable program, you have nothing to
    apologize for, and if you ever get hurt, David and
    Midge have a guy living next door to them with some
    great drugs! Oh, and we are having a pool party next
    Friday, clothing optional.”

    “I want to hold you so much,” Brad said quietly, “but I
    am afraid to touch you.”

    He carefully peeled the sheet off of me and when he saw
    my body he turned so red I thought that he would
    explode.

    I quickly assured him that I was okay. I showed him the
    only place that my skin had been broken, on the
    underside of my breast. Well, except for my knees. But
    that is tough skin and heels quickly. I assured him
    that the doctor had said that the marks would all be
    gone soon and there would be no scar. I left off the
    probably.

    He pulled the sheet back up over me just as we heard a
    noise at our bedroom door. It was Midge! She came
    rushing in and told Brad to get into some comfortable
    clothes, she was going to start supper in a few
    minutes. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled
    the sheet down and started rubbing cream from a large
    jar with no label all over my body.

    She smiled at me and said, “Aside from being a lot of
    fun to apply, this cream keeps your skin soft and
    supple and helps the bruises fade. I got it from a
    strange woman I know that, well, she know things.
    Sometimes it’s best not to ask questions.”

    As she rubbed the cream in she said, “David called me
    today. He told me what you said at the meeting. It
    looks like I am going to be part of EPOD again. Thank
    you, sweetheart. I love you for being so nice and
    thinking or me. You do seem to get things done, don’t
    you?”

    I smiled at her, and asked her if any of the other
    wives would want to play again.

    She thought about it for a moment and said, “Some of
    them would have liked to if it had been ten years ago.
    For a bunch of old broads, most of us are still in
    pretty good shape. But I suppose you reach a time in
    your life when there are some games you can’t play as
    well anymore. Games like football, soccer, swinging-
    from-the-rafters-sex, things like that. Still, they
    might like to attend an occasional party if they were
    invited.”

    “It has also been decided that you will be the den
    mother to the EPOD girls, sort of nominally in charge.
    In charge of handling problems and seeing to it that
    there are no more Riggs, and no young women who are in
    it that should not be, girls that cannot handle it. I
    guess we are stuck with Grace, but she could always
    quit if she wanted to.”

    She looked up at Brad who was finally finished changing
    and said, “How about you, are you okay Brad?”

    “I really want to kill that son of a bitch. I guess
    that Mr. Morris did the right thing today. He is a
    great guy. David stayed behind in my office after they
    came to see me today. He said that it was all that Mr.
    Morris could do to keep from having Riggs killed. He
    also said that when he saw Jan he had tears in his
    eyes. He has a crush on Jan you know.”

    Midge laughed and said, “Just about everyone that has
    met her has a crush on her, me included.”

    I smiled at her and pulled her hand up to my lips and
    kissed her. “It’s mutual,” I said.

    She asked me if I wanted to eat in bed or if I wanted
    to come downstairs for a while. She was going to make
    supper for the three of them, but thought that maybe
    soup in bed would be better for me.

    I said, “Soup sounds good, but don’t go to any trouble.
    I’m not an invalid. I guess I could use a little help
    this evening though. Thank you Midge, you are a saint.”

    “Yeah, Saint Midge, that’s me. Actually, it would
    probably be best if you moved around a little to keep
    from stiffening up. Don’t feel like you have to dress
    on my account though. I imagine that for a while you
    will feel better without anything rubbing on those nice
    stripes of yours.”

    I said, “I hardly ever wear clothes around the house
    anyway.”

    I stood up, with difficulty, and went to the bathroom.
    Then I made my way downstairs. I was finding that the
    more I moved around the better I felt. Midge was right
    about that too.

    I got downstairs just as David arrived. He winced when
    he saw me, but I smiled and said that I was feeling
    much better. Midge was already in the kitchen making
    supper and it smelled pretty good. I tried to help her
    out but she turned me around and pushed me right out of
    the kitchen. So I sat and talked with David while Brad
    set the table.

    We had a pleasant evening and, after putting another
    dose of cream on my body, the Burton’s left early. Brad
    and I just relaxed and sipped a last glass of wine
    before going to bed.

    The doorbell rang at a little after eight. We were just
    about to go to bed. Brad got up to answer it and I
    pulled a blanket over my bruised body. Brad stuck his
    head back in and asked, “Are you decent?”

    I nodded and he came in with Carol Mitchum and Madison
    Scott. They apologized for coming over without calling
    and handed Brad a huge bouquet of flowers to put in
    water for me. They also apologized for not introducing
    themselves earlier.

    I thanked them for coming over and asked them to sit
    down. I had wanted to talk to them. Both of them seemed
    to be in their early thirties. They were both very
    attractive with great bodies. It was easy to see why
    they had been asked to join EPOD.

    Our conversation started out with them offering their
    sympathy, but mostly they wanted to thank me for
    getting rid of Riggs. Not that it was anything that I
    had done; Mr. Burton was more responsible for his
    leaving than I was. I wanted to hush it up.

    But I accepted their gratitude and said, “I am glad
    that you came over. I have been looking forward to
    meeting you. I have a lot of questions, but we can go
    over them later. The main thing I have been wondering
    about, the one question no one has been willing to
    answer, or been able to answer is how you ladies feel
    about being in EPOD. I have to tell you, except for
    last night, I am enjoying the hell out of it. My
    husband is too. But I would hate to think that I am the
    only girl that felt that way. I understand that Grace
    is not having a good time, and is only doing it for her
    husband’s career.”

    Carol and Madison looked at each other and looked
    around to make sure that Brad was still out of the
    room. Then they moved closer and Carol said, “Madison
    and I are having a ball. Our husbands are less than
    pleased with it. I think that it’s great that Brad
    enjoys it so much. You are so lucky! But Jeff and Carl
    are not as open minded as Brad is. They are much more
    traditional. They are putting up with it for the money,
    the perks, and the promotions to come. That used to
    bother us, but we finally decided that that was their
    hang up. After all, we got into this at their
    instigation. In case you are confused, that was a yes,
    we like EPOD.”

    “And you are right about that�..about Grace. She is
    very unhappy and the only one that was enjoying her
    company was Riggs. And that was just because it was
    obvious that she hated it so much. She can be a real
    downer at the parties too. She fakes it for the guys,
    but they know, and she treats us like crap because we
    enjoy it.”

    “I am so glad to hear that,” I said. “That you guys are
    enjoying it, I mean. Did you hear what happened at the
    plant today?”

    They had heard most of it, but not about bringing Midge
    and any other interested parties back in to EPOD. They
    were both around when Midge was in it before and they
    were happy that she was coming back.

    I asked which of their husbands was senior, because
    someone would have to fill Riggs position. It turned
    out to be Grace’s husband. So she would be moving up
    and I suggested that we try to influence the selection
    for the next replacement couple. Not just pick someone
    because they are a hot couple. The husband would have
    to be worthy of selection. But still, we could try to
    make sure that they would be happy with the program. It
    would be worth talking about.

    I noticed the time; it was time to reply the ointment
    that Midge had given me. I told them that I had to put
    a cream on my stripes and asked them to wait for me.
    They offered to help, and after making sure that they
    didn’t mind, I accepted.

    I got the cream and stretched out on my blanket and
    waited for the cooling cream.

    They both gasped when they saw my stripes, but both
    complimented me on my figure. While they gently applied
    the cream to my body I tried to act like I wasn’t
    enjoying it so much. I told them that I was moving soon
    and that my new house had a pool and suggested we could
    all get together and apply suntan lotion to each other.

    They both liked that idea. I was finding it difficult
    to act like a patient while they massaged the cream
    into my bruised skin. After they had covered me with
    the cream, Madison, who had been working on the lower
    portion of my body, began gently massaging my pussy.

    I moaned softly and said, “I don’t know where you went
    to medical school, Madison. But you can practice
    medicine on me anytime!”

    Carol bent down and kissed me, carefully avoiding
    touching my tender flesh, while Madison leaned down and
    began licking my pussy, just about the only part of my
    body that wasn’t bruised.

    In no time at all I was panting and kissing Carol back
    passionately, and soon I was totally oblivious to the
    aches and pains that had been the focus of my life
    since early this morning when they were inflicted on
    me.

    I came in a very short time and they both kissed me
    gently while I calmed back down. I finally relaxed back
    onto the couch and they sat up. I thanked them
    enthusiastically and promised to pay them back soon.
    They both promised to hold me to my word. They stayed
    around for a little longer and then they both kissed me
    goodbye and left.

    Shortly after they left, Brad came back downstairs. He
    smiled at me and said, “I guess you can find the good
    side of everything, can’t you?”

    I smiled and asked, “You saw them?”

    He said, “I started to come downstairs to see if anyone
    wanted anything, but I could see from the top of the
    stairs that everyone seemed to be having what they
    wanted. It almost makes me wish I wasn’t feeling good,
    I could have used a little of that kind of sympathy.”

    I laughed and the laughter didn’t hurt. In fact, I
    think it even made me feel better. I said, “Baby, if
    you need nursing you come on over here. If I am
    conscious, or even if I’m not, I am always ready to
    make you feel better. Let’s just avoid the missionary
    position for a day or two.”

    Throughout the weekend and all of the next week,
    someone was there to help me, either Midge came by, or
    Carol or Madison, or two of them, or all three of them.
    We had a blast. They used up a whole jar of that cream
    and Midge got another one. And each time they rubbed me
    down it got more and more erotic. They were there long
    after I needed them. We laughed and joked and told
    stories and it reminded me of late nights in the dorm.
    The only thing missing was a bag of pot.

    By Tuesday I was almost back to normal. The stripes
    were all but gone, and the pain was gone. The only
    lasting injury was a small, but nearly healed cut under
    one breast. And it didn’t even hurt, though I would
    have been reluctant to put a bra on.

    On Wednesday they helped me pack up the boxes of things
    that we were taking with us to the new house and on
    Thursday, Midge got a truck from the plant, with a
    driver, and we moved all of the boxes to the new house.
    The girls went nuts when they saw it. Hell, so did I. I
    could not have dreamed a more beautiful or more
    beautifully decorated home. We unloaded all of the
    boxes into one of the five bays of the garage and I
    thanked the driver and tipped him liberally.

    With the help of my new friends the party on Friday was
    a big hit. To everyone’s surprise, three of the four
    remaining VPs’ wives attended and not only got naked,
    but let their hair down and joined in the fun and
    games. It was decided that, except for Midge, they
    didn’t want to be in EPOD again, but they would enjoy a
    party every now and then, and a chance to cut loose and
    not worry about what anyone thought about them
    afterwards.

    I spent two hours upstairs in bed with Mo and he is
    really getting back in the swing of things. I guess the
    pump just needed priming. But he still confines his
    extracurricular activities to me, and that’s fine with
    me.

    I tried a couple of times to establish some kind of
    relationship with Grace Davis and Mrs. Gordon. They
    were very cold and unreceptive and finally I gave up.
    Luckily, Grace’s husband, Tim, made senior VP and
    filled Mr. Riggs’ vacancy, so nobody ever sees Grace
    any more, or Mrs. Gordon either. They avoid anyone that
    works at the plant.

    Midge and Carol and Madison and I spend at least two
    days a week together, usually around our pool. Some
    days we go out, but most of the time we stay home and
    play.

    Brad and I go out with the Burtons, or dine in and play
    around, at least once a week, sometimes more. We have
    invited Carol and Jeff over and Madison and Carl,
    trying to get to know them better and develop some kind
    of relationship. But Jeff and Carl are both assholes,
    not to put too fine a point on it. They are stuffy and
    judgmental and we really don’t care much for either of
    them. I feel sorry for Carol and Madison. So do Carol
    and Madison, I think. I sometimes think that the only
    reason the girls stay married to them is so that they
    can stay in EPOD.

    Things have pretty much returned to what passes for
    normal now. It’s like Riggs never existed. The girls at
    the plant, the receptionists and secretaries, are all
    aware that Brad and I gave his secretary, Jennifer, a
    car and a house to help her get through the hard time
    she was having and whenever Brad needs anything at work
    he gets it before he realizes that he needed it. And
    when I drop by for a visit with Brad, or to service one
    of the VPs, they do everything but run in front of me
    and throw rose petals in my path.

    I have gone out to lunch with Mr. Morris’ secretary,
    Heather a few times. She is a great woman, she pretty
    much runs that plant from behind the scenes and Mr.
    Morris knows it. The last time I came in and spent a
    little time with Mr. Morris in his office I suggested
    to him that Heather should have her title changed to
    Administrative Assistant and get a salary that reflects
    what she actually does around there.

    As soon as I said it I could almost see the light come
    on in his head. Mr. Morris said, “Yes! I can’t believe
    that I didn’t think of that!” Then he looked at me and
    said, “You know Jan, when I finally retire, I think I
    am going to leave you in charge.”

    I laughed and said, “You will like hell! I am needed at
    home. Someone has to kept their eye on the pool boy and
    keep my girlfriends satisfied!”

    THE END

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