Kimball

By

Donna M.

 

 

Once a year my husband throws a pool party like today for his executives and managers.  Kimball is the CEO, and anybody that didn’t party with us was seriously jeopardizing his or her career.   Our house was way too big for us but someone in his position had to look the part, and the house with its rolling lawns, gated drive and gigantic swimming pool accomplished the feat.  My name is Kyra and I’m his arm candy trophy wife.

Mind you he takes other trophies.  My husband has the libido of a wild stallion and frankly, the equipment of one too.  Part of my marriage ‘compact’ was to let him have his fun any time he wanted it as long as he didn’t dump me or bring an STD home with him.  My libido could never match his so I knew he needed an outlet.  The fringe benefits outweighed everything so no way would I be jealous.  And dumping me would come with such a hefty price he’d never do it.  He loved his money more than he loved me.

One thing Kimball always did was make sure he met all the wives before the annual party.  I swore that he hired men based on what their wives looked like even as I knew for a fact he purposely hired women who weren’t good looking.  I knew that because he explained once that he didn’t want his executives and managers involved in office romances.  It made sense to me.  In his company, the only one fooling around would be him.

As we lounged around the pool I had to admit that some of the new men were hot.  Everyone displayed firm, tanned skin, the wives all hardbodies in the latest bikini fashions.  I wore my bikini proudly. Company veterans knew me and knew the score.  The newcomers were different as they ogled the boss’s wife and compared my body to their wives’.  I knew better than indulge in any of my fantasies.  I had a good thing and wasn’t about to throw it away for any fling.

At each party or social function I could spot right away who caught Kimball’s eye.  Today it was the wife of one of the new guys.  His name was Dustin but I hadn’t caught her name.  I’d know it soon enough.  Oddly, this wife wasn’t a hardbody in that sense.  She was rather short yet curvy, with very long dark brown hair more than halfway down her back.  A nice bubble butt strained her bottoms and her breasts looked decent sized and firm within her bra.  I don’t want to imply curvy meant fat, since the skin she showed looked tight and toned.  She simply had more of an overall fuller figure than the ones my husband generally went for.  Something in her open smile suggested she’d be a screamer, and I felt sorry for her husband already.

Our open bar always was a hit.  Soon everyone was feeling good and loose as the susurrus of mingled voices grew exponentially louder.  My husband took a few minutes to sidle up to me and give me a rundown of his plan. 

“Her name’s Jill,” he said.  “Jim told me last week that Dustin was bragging about how hot his wife was and that she had those puffy areolas that stick out like nose cones on rockets.  What do you think?  Was he right or what?”

“I can’t speak for the nipples but she does look like a hot one,” I told him.  “You usually like the tight, aerobics instructor types like Sarah over there.  What changed?”

He glanced over to where Sarah was speaking with two of the men.  “I know, they tend to be more energetic and physical…like you, dear…but maybe it’s because of Dustin.  He does talk a bit too much around the coffee machine.”

“So, he’s been bragging about more than just her puffies I take it?”

“The way he tells the guys, she’s quite a hot number.  It makes me horny just thinking about it when I look at her.”

“Keep the big guy under control or you’ll scare her away.”

He chuckled and told me he loved me, kissing me on the cheek before running off to mingle some more with his crew.

Sarah’s husband, a man who certainly learned how things worked around here, took his eyes off watching Kimball circle around the wives and asked me if he could get me another drink.  I wiggled my boobs as a tease and thanked him for being so considerate.  When he returned from the bar with my drink I invited him to sit beside me.

“Now Phillip, are you in a better place than last year…with Sarah I mean?”

“I think so.  I’ll never not be jealous but Sarah understands, enjoyed your husband’s…er…attention, and basically our sex life has been better.  And I like my job,” he added with a slight grin.

“Just to let you know, he has his sights on someone else this year.”

“Who?” he asked.

“You’ll see when he makes his move.”

Phillip knew better than to hang by me and tempt fate, so he made an excuse and left me alone with my drink.  That was okay since I spotted Jill and Dustin in the pool and planned my move.  As Jill went to the ladder to climb out I dove in and swam to her husband.  I touched his arm and when he saw who did he reacted like he’d been hit by lightning.

“Oh…oh hello Mrs. H,” he said.  Thank you for hosting us.”  The poor man didn’t know what else to say.

I quickly said, “Stay here with me for a little longer, okay?”  I saw that look, one nervously questioning my motivation.  His expression changed measurably when he looked up and saw my husband offer his wife a towel and without an invitation helped her dry her long hair.  The gesture was an intimate one and not lost on Dustin.

“No…I mean I’d like to but I need to speak with my wife,” he said in answer to my question.

Not letting him pull away, I held onto his arm and said, “It’s okay.  She’s in good hands.”

With a stricken look he glanced at his wife as she amiably chatted with Kimball as the intimate act of toweling her dry continued.  Dustin knew.  He muttered “Oh shit,” just as his wife looked down at us in the pool.  Of course I knew what was about to happen so maybe it was in that knowing I interpreted her expression as ‘don’t-be-angry-I’m-doing-it-for-you.’

He tugged his arm away from my grasp but I sensed resignation was already setting in.  Silently we watched Kimball guide Jill toward the house with one of his hands at the small of her back just above her lovely, full ass.  She laughed at something he said.  That laugh hit Dustin hard.

“Let’s get out and get ourselves a drink, okay?” I said to the shell-shocked young man.

Many eyes were surreptitiously on me as I climbed out of pool in my wet bikini.  Dustin’s weren’t two of them.  Ignoring our dripping wet bodies I guided him to the outdoor bar in much the same way my husband guided Jill to our bedroom.  I handed him a beer and ushered him to two unoccupied lounge chairs at one corner of the pool.

“This isn’t right,” he muttered.

“But what is right?” I asked.  “He didn’t drag her into the house.  She went on her own accord.  They all do.  On one pretense or another he’ll get her to our bedroom.  Maybe he’ll show her some of my bikinis and tell her she’d look better in them.  He’ll face her toward a mirror as he gets right behind her.  Maybe he’ll brush her hair aside and kiss her neck.  She’ll protest that she’s a married woman but the protest will be half-hearted at best.  Perhaps that’s when he’ll untie her top.  She might cover herself with her hands in modesty as the bra falls away.  He’ll ever so gently pull them away before he tells her that she has the most beautiful breasts in the world.  Does she?”

He stammered, “Why are you doing this to me?  Isn’t your husband fucking my wife bad enough without rubbing my face in it?”

“You didn’t answer my question.  Does she have the most beautiful breasts in the world?  I’ve heard that you tell guys in the office that she does.”

“I think she does.”

“Do you tell her that?  Every time you make love?”  He sat there, pained and silent.  I wasn’t about to stop.  “She’ll protest a bit more but it’s only for show.  Kimball has touched something within her, a need she didn’t know was there.  He’ll turn her around to face him and that’s when he’ll kiss her.  She hesitates, for after all she’s kissing someone other than you, but her lips finally part and she greedily takes in his probing tongue.  While they kiss he eases her bottoms down and lets them slide to the floor around her feet.  He won’t touch her yet, letting the kiss do its job.  As her arousal builds he slides his swim trunks down so his erection is free.  That’s when he will carry her to the bed.  It’s my bed, but now it holds another woman…ready, oh so ready.”

A soft moan escaped his lips; a moan of pain, not pleasure.  And yet I saw the front of his trunks bulge.  Good.

I continued, “Kimball’s cock is good sized but not gigantic.  She wants to please him so he will please her in return.  As she takes him into her mouth she hesitates, unsure of her skills, thinking she may disappoint the man she so much wants to impress.  Is she a good cocksucker, Dustin?  If she is do you compliment her?”

“Dammit, please shut up, okay?”  He took a deep breath and then added, “Yes…yes she is good.”

“Nice,” I said.  “Don’t worry.  Kimball won’t cum in her mouth anyway.  He’s saving that for her vagina.  Deep.  While holding onto that gorgeous booty of hers.”  That was when we heard the scream coming from the house.  It wasn’t a scream of fear or injury either.  The only eyes that didn’t automatically turn toward the house were mine and Dustin’s.  I whispered, “It’s okay Dustin, I’m sure he used a condom.”

“What do I do now?” he pleaded, not to me but to the heavens.

“What you should have always done.  Don’t confront her.  Don’t accuse her of anything.  Tonight make love to her like it was your honeymoon again.  Show her that you’re a better lover than my husband.  I bet you can do that.”

“But what about Kimball?  How can I face him now after this…?”

“Take a look around.  Most of the men here have been where you are now.  They’re all going to go home tonight and screw the living daylights out of their wives…remembering a day like today.  My husband won’t look down on you, especially if you act like a man, and I don’t mean any macho bullshit.  If the only person you treat differently is Jill then you’re destined for great things in the company.  Kimball will make sure of that, like he did with Phillip over there, and others.”

“Phillip?  He just became a VP.  Is that because…?”

“Could be, though I’m sure he’s well qualified for the position.  Like you might be.”

His mind processed it all and he clearly saw the situation in a new light.  The bulge in his shorts was obvious as he experienced the illicit thrill some men get when their wives are fucked by other men.  I despise the word cuckold.  It implies weakness, and men like Phillip and Dustin weren’t weak—my husband wouldn’t have hired them if they were.

Kimball and Jill walked out of the house moments later.   There were no secrets here so everyone tried to be as nonchalant upon their arrival with some being better actors than others.  Kimball made a comment about livening up the party.  I left Dustin and spoke to a couple of the women who were clustered together about taking off our tops and jumping into the pool.  That was my contribution to “livening” things up.  Six guests joined me as we dove topless into the pool.  Several men jumped in after us.  It was times like this I spotted the swingers among the invitees.  On the other hand, as long as Kimball didn’t see any overt sex going on he was oblivious to things like that.

Jill and Dustin were off to the side and didn’t join in on the frivolity.  They had things to work out, and I hoped Dustin was as smart as I thought he was.  Jill, the sexy trooper, deserved kind treatment from her hubby.  She looked radiant so I knew she got as much out of the liaison as Kimball did.

When I climbed out of the pool, Kimball was there with a towel.  “So, how was she?” I asked as he toweled me dry, spending a bit more time on my breasts than necessary though I didn’t mind.

“She’s a firecracker, and when she blows up…damn!  Did you hear her way out here?”

“Oh yes.”

“Is Dustin okay?  He won’t do something stupid, will he?”

“I think he’s alright.  After his acceptance he must have been playing some fantasy movies in his head, since he had a decent hard-on.”

“I bet you painted a clear picture…helping direct his mind-movie.”

We stood there silently and watched Jill and Dustin across the pool.  Kimball made another “What an ass!” comment as he relived what must have been a great fuck.  I asked him, “Is she a repeat?”

“If it was only up to me I’d definitely say yes, but that’s their call,” motioning to Dustin and his wife.

The party eventually wound down.  We ate, drank some more, then sobered up the folks who had one too many so they could get home safely.  Once we were alone, each of us poured a nightcap and talked about the things we always talked about.  Sex didn’t come up until Kimball asked me with a grin if I’d wanted to fuck any of ‘his’ men while he was doing Jill.  I answered, “You’ve got some hot guys working for you, but you’re all the man I need.”  I’d show him later if he wanted it.

The “if” came about because once he retreated to his man-cave I often didn’t see him for hours.  That was okay.  I took a shower and waited.  When I got the text I buzzed the gates open and watched through a window as a car with its headlights off drove slowly toward the garage entrance.

I quickly ushered Sarah in and closed the door.  We hurried to one of the back, guest bedrooms.  Her clothes were off in a flash and equally as fast our tongues were buried in each other’s hot and wet pussy in a glorious sixty-nine.  We licked, humped, scissored and otherwise fingered each other to multiple orgasms until we were bathed in a soup of sweat and pussy juice.

“Do you think he knows?” Sarah asked me as we showered the sex from us.

“I don’t think so.  I think he’s too much a me-me-me man to even contemplate the needs of others.”

“I hope you’re right.  I don’t want anything to happen to you…or to Phillip.”

“Nothing will happen…oh, God!  Touch me there again!”

There’s nothing like one more orgasm for the road.

As Sarah drove away I had my own fantasy of Jill.

I had to get her number.

 

Donna M.

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