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A Chance to Advance
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 Décor."

Modern Décor 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 b