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A Chance to Advance
By vulgus
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Story codes: MF, MMF, FF, FFF, Cons, GB, NC, Exhib.

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

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. 

We spent all of our time together though 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. It was just an
idle fantasy though, I didn't think about really doing it! 

For some reason though, this night as I moved around my room I
thought seriously 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. I wasn't reading. 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. It was
terribly exciting for both of us. I don't know if that is why,
after all of these years we are both still so fond of, and still
turned on by 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. 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. Once we had gotten over the
initial nervousness though, we enjoyed talking about it too,
joking about it, kidding about how hot it made us, and reliving
it as we walked to school.

Several months later Brad finally got a car. That was when 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. I loved touching him, too. 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. For that reason we had
time for 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.

It didn't matter though, 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. Brad
and I 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. For some reason though, I didn't freak
out when I saw him. 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. 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 and naked. 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 the 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.

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. God 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. It
didn't taste bad, just different, 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 exciting 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. 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 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. The people that were
still at the party would have been running up the stairs, looking
for the woman being murdered if they hadn't been 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 and to
regain my composure. I could smell the sex in the room. I
realized that 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! 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, there was 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
knew it wasn't right, 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. We both realized that I
was the more exhibitionistic, and he the more voyeuristic. 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. 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 after Bob 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. 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. By the time he left that
evening, though, 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! It seemed like every time
he came back, every time we did it, it was better. Practice makes
perfect?

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'm
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 too!

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 hardon!"

I waited for the "but" to come, because I knew there was a big
one coming. He kept hesitating though. 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. 

I was embarrassed to find, however, 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.
They are all at least ten years older than you. With the
exception of 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 of flirting that you can say no to
and just pass it off as a joke. 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.
They might decide to work until they are seventy for all we know.
Don't forget 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, "As long as
we didn't fuck up though, 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. He didn't answer for a minute or two. 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. I've never had any regrets.
Have you? You enjoyed watching me fuck both of them didn't you?
That was just sex, just recreational sex."

"To be honest though," 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. 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. Those parties that
I told you about, most of the time the husbands are invited. I
would get to watch them with you. I was thinking about it in the
abstract though. 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. 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.
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.

We couldn't just go to sleep though. We were both too wound up.
We sleep in the nude, 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. 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. 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 for
either one of us 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. 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 some
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.

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 that Brad works with 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 drove 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
dealership 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 if 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 to 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. Then I
thought how sad it was that Brad couldn't be here to watch us
now. Still, I knew that 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. I just can't do it. 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. Is there some reason why we
can't do both?"

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. I know that it's 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. 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. 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. 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 his 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. 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 of 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. I didn't feel the least bit guilty either. 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. No one was, though, 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
I had just bought. 

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.

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. 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. 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'm 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. 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. Each time I came 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. I was pretty sure I could get used to
it though.

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 near me, though he was far enough away that I
didn't feel crowded or threatened.

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. 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, Jan, 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. His touch
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!" 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. I am
afraid that it has been too many 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 an
occasional twitch running down his big cock. I took his cock in
my hands lovingly and licked it all over. 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. 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. That doesn't
mean that I won't be getting used does it?"

And then he did smile. I swear to god! It stayed on his lips,
too. It wasn't a fleeting 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 got up
and took me to Brad's secretary. Brad's beautiful secretary!

He hadn't mentioned that part. She seemed really nice, and she
called Brad on the intercom and he 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! 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. 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 overtly
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 his clothes 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. I suppose we should keep one of
them, but our house has very little storage space and we keep 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 to the rest of my lightly
tanned body 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.

He refused to answer any questions about why or where. 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
with a large sign out front that said sales 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!" he said and he
turned to me and said, "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 it's 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
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. More than that, 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. If
insisting 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. 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. 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 slightly smaller 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. 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. 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 it's
quite comfortable."

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

So I did. Unlike with Mr. Kennedy, as we made our way up the
stairs, these gentlemen were not content to 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 rejuvenated 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. They all seem to think it's a
sexy thing to do. On the other hand, I guess that I do too. Why
else would I do it?

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. It only made sense that 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. 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. Not tonight though. 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 and 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 about having dinner with his
boss, 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 started to lead 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 when I tried to lead him
upstairs to my bedroom. 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. I was confident though. 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. 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
Jan. 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 Jan, we have already had this conversation. I am
always going to win. I have met you three times now. 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."

"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. His reactions started to change when 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. Instead, 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 then
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 if 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 Dcor."

Modern Dcor 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 and it 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. I must say 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. In the last few 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. 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. I don't see this as one of those times though." 

"I am not waiting around for dad to die so that I can inherit. I
have my own money. I want you to know, 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. 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," he said with a wide grin, "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. I'd like you to tell me what sort of styles appeal to you,
and offer you the opportunity to go over 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 I answered the door and Mike told me
why he was here I was so relieved I wanted to kiss him. Let's
stay out of this and let him do what he is famous for."

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

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

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

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

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

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