A Corporate Affair Ch. 02

Bob's wife Donna had joined a Director of his Company in his hotel suite for the purpose of seducing him into backing Bob for a Head Office position. She was surprised to find out that she would have two directors to service. Shortly after she left her own suite, her husband Bob had called Elizabeth to join him for the night.

Bob poured himself a drink after Donna had left on her mission. His mind however was on the lady who would be knocking on his door in a little while.

Elizabeth was the Secretary to the President of his company, a tall elegant and commanding woman who pretty much ran the Head Office. A person had to go through her for appointments with senior staff. She invariably wore stylish business suits, black stockings and heels at work. Bob knew very little about her personal life. Office gossip was that she was a divorced woman who while always friendly, was very private about her home life.

For some reason she had taken a liking to Bob from the first time they had met. She had arranged meetings on short notice for him with the various head office executives, had looked after his travel and hotel reservations, and generally made his life easier while in the city.

She accepted an invitation to join him for dinner after a late Friday night meeting. They hit it off very well that first night. They talked easily, tenderly touched and brushed against each other; and hated for the night to end. Bob had been much encouraged by the soft lingering kiss she had laid on him as they said goodnight. As she slipped into the cab she whispered to him that she hoped that they might do this again. They fucked on his next visit.

Their affair continued during his visits to Head Office. She was a great source of information and had been the first to let him know that he was under serious consideration for promotion. She kept him posted on who she believed supported his promotion and who might not. He used this information to improve his standing with particular individuals.

She had told him about Bryce, who's power for corporate decisions laid in he being the appointee of the major shareholder in the Company. While on paper the power to appoint this position lay in the hands of the President, it would be difficult to imagine anyone getting the position without the full approval of Bryce.

A knock and he opened the door for Elizabeth. As always she was wearing black stockings and high heels to accentuate her long slim legs and trim ass. However in place of a business suit she wore a sheer blouse and flared skirt. She looked and smelled elegant.

"God you are beautiful Liz," Bob whispered as she melted into his arms. She had this way of applying her entire body against his as their hungry lips engaged. They worked their way across the room to the bay window of the suite. Bob's hands eased up under the back of her skirt to her ass. Ah God, she always had a surprise for him. She was wearing a garter belt without panties. His cock surged and rubbed at her. He fondled her bare ass, sinking his fingertips into her skin.

"Ah damn Liz," he groaned as his hand worked around to her bare pussy, squeezed it and fingered her slit.

She backed off a bit, her eyes focused on his, "I want to watch you undress me Bob."

She watched in a mirror as he undressed her. She was soon standing in front of him almost naked, her smallish tits pointing at him, her only articles of clothing the garter belt, stockings and heels. The dark strip of her bush captured his eyes; a seeming extension of the black garter belt painted on the very white skin of her belly and thighs. But it was very real and not a painting, the scent from her glistening pussy slit giving life to it.

He knelt to pull the heels off, brushing his mouth against her mound. He unclasped the garter belt, and rolled each long black stocking down her legs. He fondled her legs from her calves to her pussy. With her garter belt still around her waist, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and moved his head in to lick and suck on her pussy.

She stood balanced on one leg as his tongue worked its magic. "Oh you are good," she moaned, "I have never been loved like that by any other."

He stood up slowly as she unhooked his belt and zipper, popping his cock out to rub along the inside of her thigh and moving easily into her cunt. He pressed her against the wall and with her leg now hooked around his hip, fucked her a few long strokes before he stumbled out of his pants and carried her to the bedroom.

Meanwhile Donna lay supine after the rousing fuck from Howard. When she was able to focus again she realized that Bryce was standing by the bed. He had donned his robe and was holding a white robe for her. ""Come Donna, looks like you could use a hot tub."

As he guided her to the hot tub, located in a little room beside the bay window he said, "I loved it all; you are a wonderful woman. If we can get Bob appointed to Head Office, I hope to see you regularly."

Donna trembled with excitement. Was this success? Had he said the same thing to any of the "other" wives? She had a feeling that he had not. But she simply said, "I would love that Bryce, I enjoyed myself tonight."

He smiled, "Good. But the night is not over. Surely you do not have to run off? Stay for a little while longer please." With that he cupped one tit and said, "You have great tits Donna."

He pulled her robe off beside the bubbling hot tub. He kissed her and felt her tits and pussy as he guided her safely into the tub. His robe fell to the floor as he moved to sit down, his half hard cock and balls swinging wildly.

As they settled into the warm water, Howard the naked waiter appeared once more; a chilled bottle of champagne and three glasses in his hands. His cock was still fully erect. Donna's pussy clenched again. She thought to herself that this guy was a real banger, even if a little gray on top.

They sat on each side of her, each of them holding a glass of champagne as they toasted each other. The men took turns kissing Donna and feeling and sucking her tits and nipples. Donna took a cock in each hand; she was burning for more from these two elderly studs. Sex proceeded quickly with them, and Donna had an idea in which direction it would now head.

The men rose together facing each other, their cocks at face level to Donna. She reached out and took hold of them both, bent forward and licked each knob. She slipped her lips over one knob, then the other. She rubbed them on her face.

By accident the cocks came together and without really thinking she pressed them together and licked both at once. The effect on the men was dramatic. They both stiffened and groaned. It took a minute for their reactions to sink into Donna's mind but she realized that feeling each other's cock had excited them.

She pretended that she had not noticed their reactions, and began taking turns sucking each cock, taking them deep to the back of her throat. She struggled with Howard's big shaft but took in as much as she could. Their legs were trembling and she knew she could get either of them off easily.

She continued to rub their knobs together as she switched from one to the other, letting them linger a little longer each time they came in contact. Both men were rigid.

She looked up at them standing with teeth bared in extreme pleasure and said, "Who wants to go first?" Without waiting for an answer, she 'accidentally' rubbed their knobs and cocks together again. She clamped both her hands around the shafts and the men literally fucked her hands while rubbing their cocks along their lengths.

It had probably been an involuntary reaction but they got off. They sprayed each other with their cum and had to hold each other up as Donna did her best to suck each cock clean. There was cum all over the three of them.

The two men sat back down, sinking into the warmth of the bubbling waters, chests heaving, exhausted. Donna felt exuberant. She had given the both of them the ride of their lives, and she was hornier than ever. Business had become pleasure for her now.

She reached over to find their cocks. Bryce protested as she found his soft cock. Howard was made of sterner stuff; his cock had barely wilted. She moved towards him, rubbing a tit on his upper arm, kissing his neck and mouth, and grasping and stroking his cock.

She moaned in his ear, "Howard baby, I'm hot, I need it, fuck me please."

Howard turned to her, his face seemed more soft and tender. He smiled a little and kissed her softly. "Do you want me to make love to you or just fuck you Donna?"

The words tumbled out of Donna, "Make love to me Howard, any way you want to."

End Chapter Two