Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 19

"I'm not sure how much she knows," Alex interjected.

"Regardless. If she needs anything, even for her son... please have Maggie contact Kim and she'll take care of it. And Maggie?"

"Yes?"

"You are an impressive young women. I love how Alex trusted you today. It's a great testament to your partnership with him that he let you handle that yourself. To be honest, you're the main reason I'm not going to fight the sanctions."

"Really?"

"Any appeal would mean a review of what happened today. If you got called to testify we wouldn't have a leg to stand on anyway. They'll be just as impressed with you as I am. Dan's not happy about me just accepting the ruling. I understand. I don't mind the probation. We'll get through that because we terminated the problem an hour ago. But the money is a big hit to our cash flow. He's nervous. I'm not. We need to deal with it head on. Fighting it will only cost more money, and the likelihood of a reduction is slim at best. Don't you think, Alex?"

"Are you asking my opinion if you should appeal?" he laughed.

"No. I already know you agree with me. But I understand why you won't say it, being recorded and all. Anyway, my parting thoughts. Maggie, you're a great teammate. You're lucky to have a boss like Alex that let's you get involved. I know you don't have a law degree, but you know your shit. Be proud of what you did today and don't be afraid to keep doing it.

"Alex, you sir, are a worthy adversary. Thankfully I don't have to make a living going up against you every day. Do yourself the biggest favor in the world and convince Jim to hire Ashley. You'll regret it if you don't. I can promise you that.

"And Ashley, don't let what happened to you define your career. You're a star in the making. We fucked up, plain and simple. I'll be kicking myself for years for how we treated you. The only thing that's going to make that go away is knowing you're reaching your potential, even if it's not with me and my firm. Promise me you'll get back in the game. This profession needs women like you. We can't afford to lose you because of men like Elliott Walling."

"I promise," she giggled.

"Good. That's all I have for now. Alex, I'll be in touch. I've got a lot of things to resolve around here now, starting with talking Dan off a ledge."

"Are you going to be okay?" Alex asked.

"Yes. It's a hit. It's not dire. Reality checks can be a good thing as long as you take them seriously. We got a wakeup call this morning. Thankfully, you're an honorable man that cares. I'm grateful for that, Alex. I won't forget how you've handled this. By all rights, you could have ruined one of our best clients. And you rescued the very woman we jettisoned because of how badly we botched that case. All in all, it could be a lot worse if not for you. Thanks for that. I owe you one. I mean that."

"Think nothing of it, Gregg. I'll talk to you later in the week."

"You got it. Take care."

"You too."

Gregg hung up, and Ashley broke down crying. Maggie moved over and hugged her.

"Congratulations," she whispered, stroking her long blonde hair.

"Did that really happen?"

"Yes. And that's not all."

"What?"

"Jim Leonard is waiting for you. He wants to know if you can start Monday."

"What?"

"We want you to work here," Alex smiled. "We just couldn't say anything officially until the lawsuit was over. Knowing Gregg won't appeal, we can move on that now. The compensation is well more than you were making before."

"It's not about the money. It's about the job. Besides, I already told you I'm going to keep dancing part-time."

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't pay you what you're worth. Jim has the details. Why don't you go freshen up and Maggie will take you down to see him."

"Okay," she nodded.

When she stepped out, Maggie moved around the desk and hugged Alex, which surprised him.

"What's that for?"

"For trusting me. For letting me be your partner. What Gregg just said about me? God... I love working for you," she said as she kissed his cheek.

Smiling, he sat in his chair, picking up his cell to check it. He had four text messages from Christina. He knew they were pictures from what she was doing that very moment. He didn't have the foggiest idea where she was, but it was undoubtedly a hotel room he was paying for, and her pussy was certainly stuffed with her bull's cock.

He'd wondered that very morning just how much he'd spent on lodging establishments specifically for his wife to fuck her bull. Not that it was a concern. Ever since he'd made partner seven years before, they'd been set financially. He had a wide variety of investments that she managed in their portfolio utilizing her economics degree, as well as a substantial amount in a money market account that allowed them access to the funds. Christina also handled the monthly household budget, and she was so incredible at it he never concerned himself with that detail.

Case in point was the purchase of the Navigator. She'd done some research on the costs, and knew about what they monthly payments would be. She assured him that they could do it without having to divert any funds away from their multiple nest eggs and into the house account she managed expertly.

Still, he knew she was spending a lot on her new hotwife lifestyle beyond renting a mattress to fuck on. She'd also been adding steadily to her wardrobe. While he didn't know the extent of it, he'd seen enough evidence. The numerous bikinis. The tight, sexy items she'd wear to work out at the gym. The clothes she'd started wearing out, like the short skirt and tight blouse she'd worn the night she sucked cock in the alley behind the country bar, or the slinky dress she'd put on their last night at the resort. Not to mention the sheer black blouse and red miniskirt she wore home the next day. And then there were the new heels she'd been wearing. She had at least three pairs that he was aware of, and he believed her when she told him how much they cost.

But she had yet to move money for additional funds to support what she was doing, which he would gladly agree to if she requested it. In an odd way, he was proud of her for how she seemed to be balancing everything, from their money to their extraordinary life. After all, she was currently fucking somewhere, and the thought of that had him hard as granite.

He was about to look at her texts when Maggie came back in, carrying a couple of files that she was going to put away. He watched as she moved to the file cabinets that lined his one wall. Bending at the waist, she'd parted her legs, reaching for the bottom drawer. Alex fired up his camera out of habit, unable to resist the temptation. His perverse thoughts always seeming to consume him.

Her skirt rode up perfectly, just as she'd hoped. She lingered in her pose for as long as she could without it seeming staged. When she heard his low, guttural moan, she knew for certain that she was flashing her bare pussy for him.

"Jackpot," she giggled inside. "That turned out to be easier than I thought it was going to be."

He took six pictures in all before putting his phone down and quickly turning away, not wanting to get caught staring. When she realized he'd stopped looking, she stood. Just in time as it turned out, as Ashley returned to the office.

"Come on, Ashley. Let me introduce you to your new boss," she grinned.

"I can't believe how great this day is turning out," Ashley replied as they walked out together.

Alex picked up his phone quickly, looking at it. He couldn't decide whether to look at the pictures his hotwife sent, or the ones he'd just snapped of his hot executive secretary. "I can't believe how great today is, either!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Saturday afternoon, April 27th

It had taken a while for Christina to be able to get away. Alex had taken Tommy golfing, actually meeting up with Sandra and Mandy in Santa Ana. They were playing what the sexy couple considered to be their home course in nearby Tustin. She had taken Sarah, the two of them going first to get their hair done. After that, they spent time getting manicures and pedicures. That was a first for her daughter, who loved the experience. Especially getting to pick out her own nail polish colors. They'd gotten home long before the boys, as she sometimes referred to Alex and Tommy. Which meant she had to wait to be able to do what she'd planned for that afternoon.

When they arrived, Sarah was watching television. Christina was sitting at the island, browsing on her laptop. She had it positioned so that her daughter wouldn't be able to see the screen, and she had one earbud in as she watched porn. Some particularly specific femdom porn.

When she heard the back door had opened she clicked off the links, but didn't bother to erase her tracks. It was deliberate on her part, knowing if she left her laptop on, her nosy husband might snoop later to see what she'd been looking at. After all, he'd done it before. And she'd practically written the playbook for doing it. It was why she was now a hotwife, the result of tracing his naughty cyber footsteps.

She took the time to talk to them, wanting to know how the golf match went. She was interested in how her son did on an unfamiliar course, but with people he was becoming very familiar with. She found it particularly interesting when Alex said that Tommy had ridden with Sandra in her cart. Their son was obviously drawn to the athletic black beauty. The two seemed to connect, much like Sarah had with Mandy. And that made Christina smile inside.

She shared the day she and Sarah experienced, and the fun they'd had. Sarah even ran over to show her daddy her fingers and toes, painted a beautiful shade of purple that matched the LA Kings jersey she loved wearing with the crown on the front. In fact, she had it on, calling herself a princess, because her mommy was queen of the house. That brought a smile to Alex's face.

"That she is, munchkin."

Tommy went upstairs to shower, while Sarah returned to her show on the Disney channel. Alex's attentions were caught by his wife's attire. She was dressed to fuck. A short skirt that showed off her legs; tight blouse that showed off her chest and cleavage. A pair of her expensive heels. Ones he hadn't seen before. Her makeup was done a touch more conservatively than he would have expected. It was incredibly sexy, and sultry. Her smokey eyes in particular made him harder. But she hadn't gone full slut.

"Going somewhere?" he asked with a grin.

"I told you Thursday, I'm going to meet Brandi."

"And what are you going to do with Brandi? From what I understand, you two are incredibly dangerous together."

"We can be," she winked playfully. "I'm meeting her at her condo. I'm not sure you really want to know what I'm going to do there."

"I already have an idea. You're certainly not dressed for golf."

"Then you know what you need to know."

"How many?"

"How many what?"

"How many men are going to be there?"

"I'm not going to an orgy."

"I was thinking more along the lines of a gangbang," he smirked.

"Sorry to disappoint. I'm going there to fuck her husband."

"She has a husband?"

"Why? Does that surprise you? I have one."

"Probably because you've never talked about him."

"I've never met him."

"Brandi hasn't met me. Does that mean she doesn't know I exist?"

"You know better than that. You saw her fucking in our bedroom the night you sent me Miguel. That turned into an orgy."

"Then... why the secrecy?"

"It's complicated. To be honest, their relationship is a bit unusual. I'm still trying to get a handle on it. That's why I'm going. I'm hoping to learn a few things. She asked me to come over and fuck him. So, I'm going to. Are you alright with that?"

"I trust you, if that's what you're asking."

"It's not. I'm asking it you're okay with me going over and fucking Brandi's husband."

"I really don't have a say in it. You're the hotwife. You're the queen."

"You're right. I'm going to go whether you want me to or not. But what I do before I go is totally dependent on you answering my question."

"I don't understand."

"That's because you haven't answered my question. Are you okay with me fucking her husband?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"Right answer," she grinned, taking him by the hand. She led him to the spare bedroom downstairs they used strictly for storage. It was a room the kids never entered.

She dropped to her knees as soon as they were behind the closed door, scrambling to unbuckle his belt and open the front of his shorts. She unbuttoned and unzipped him, dropping his shorts and his boxers. He stepped out of them, standing barefoot on the carpet as she took his hardness into her mouth. Going a step further, he whipped off his shirt, dropping it upon the pile with the rest of his things.

She remained clothed, sucking him wildly, taking him deep into her throat. Her head bobbed back and forth, fucking him with her mouth. He was going to grab her by the hair, but she let him know with her eyes not to. Instead she pulled off and quickly moved into position, bending at her waist, holding onto the handle bars of the exercise bike she no longer used because she went to the gym instead. She told him to pull her panties to the side and fuck her hard and fast.

It was the very essence of a quickie. They both knew they didn't have much time. The kids were in a state of flux. Sarah was into her show, but Tommy was going to be out of the shower soon. It was hard to tell what might happen when he got out. He would likely find something to occupy himself, but it was just as possible that he might ask Sarah where they were and she'd have no answer. That would be a recipe for being discovered.

Alex hammered her cunt. She bucked back into his groin. They fucked each other, remaining silent other than their grunts and groans. He held her hips. She lowered her back, increasing the angle, making her walls grip tighter against his fleshy rod.

She came on his shaft, quivering from the suddenness of it. That brought about his orgasm.

"I'm going to cum!" he growled.

"Cum inside me. Cum deep inside me!" she hissed back at him as her climax continued.

"Unnnnnnnnhhhhhh!" he exclaimed in a semi-controlled groan. He jammed his cock as deep as he could, rising up on his toes, lifting her ass higher as he emptied his balls into her.

"God yeeeeeeeeessssssss!" she moaned as she felt his hot, sticky seed coating her womb. It was perfect, and it made her smile wickedly. He pulled out, and she gracefully slipped her panties back into place. Turning, she gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks, sweetie. I gotta go. I'll wake you up when I get home so you can eat my pussy."

"Really?"

"That's the rules... just like you did this morning. If I had more time I'd make you clean me out now. I'm going to be late as it is."

"So, you're going to let him fuck you with a pussy full of cum?"

"Oh, Alex. You haven't listened to a thing I said. He's not fucking me. I'm fucking him. Gotta go. Thanks for the fuck. I needed it. Love you!"

"Love you too."

Christina drove past the gate, glancing to her left at the guard shack. She couldn't help herself. She knew Billy wasn't there, since he didn't work weekends, but she never went past that little house without thinking of him and the things they'd done in there. Or out of there. She held onto the dream of him orchestrating a gangbang on the beach to live out her jamaican video fantasy. But that would have to wait for another time.

She could feel the cum deep in her cunt. It was becoming a familiar feeling. She'd driven to pick up the kids two times that week with a messy pussy, Gerard having gone above and beyond once again. It had been a remarkable week filled with incredible sex. Her only complaint was that it seemed she was just getting warmed up and it would be time for her to leave.

She understood that on Wednesday, when she booked a hotel in Santa Monica to make it easier for Alex to come watch. Once again he'd been made to wear to the used condoms back to work tied to the ball strap she forced him to wear. But the location made for a longer trip to the school for her. Instead of four used sheaths he only had three.

Yet on Monday and Friday she still felt shortchanged. She mildly protested on Friday, saying she wished they had more time. Gerard laughed at her request, saying he had to go back to work. But at least he continued his sweet torture with the vibrator whenever they were apart during the workweek. It was a game she'd yet to tire of.

She wasn't letting her growing angst about wanting a longer day with Gerard affect her disposition. She was in a great mood in large part because of the time she had been able to spend with that magnificent specimen of a man. Lamenting the time she wasn't with him was foolish, especially with what she'd just done with Alex, and what she was about to do with Brandi and her husband Scott. Hell, she was thrilled just because she was driving her new SUV. The Expedition still wasn't something she was used to.

She was just about to call her friend to tell her she was going to be late, when Brandi called her first.

"Hello?" she said as she pressed the button on the steering wheel, activating the hands free bluetooth option for her phone.

"Hi Chris!"

"Hey, sorry. I'm on my way. I got a late start. I had to wait for for Alex and Tommy to get back from golfing. And then I had to fuck Alex before I left."

"You had to? You make it sound like a chore."

"It is, if my evil cunt of a mother is to be believed," she laughed.

"Was it at least good?"

"Oh... I really didn't mean for it to sound negative. It was incredible. Our sex is the best it's ever been, to be honest. God he's really gotten good. Then again, so have I. I'd like to think we're just coming into our own as a couple. But we're not going to stop what we're doing. Case in point, me being late for our date with Scarlett."

"Yeah... your date," she sighed.

"What?"

"I'm going to be a lot later than you, I'm afraid."

"Why's that?"

"I got carried away."

"What do you mean?"

"We had a team building meeting with half the management staff today. One manager from each location. There was a contest in the first quarter, all about striving to get new members to join. The managers from the top four gyms in new memberships were the winners. Unbeknownst to me, I was the prize. I was literally carried away by them into the fucking room."

"The fucking room?"

"What else should I call it? You know about them. Every gym has a room that I use just to fuck the managers. We didn't play cards. I was carried in at ten o'clock, and I just got out. What time is it now?"

"It's three-thirty. That's why I thought I was late. I was supposed to meet you at your place at three."

"Yeah, well... I've been a bit busy," she giggled. "The good news is I'm bringing a very messy pussy home for Scarlett to clean. And an ass. The bad news is you're going to beat me there by about an hour. The meeting was at the gym in Glendale. I'm just leaving the parking lot now."

"Well what do you want me to do? I'll be at your place in ten minutes."

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"I kind of had my heart set on fucking your husband. That's what the plan was, wasn't it? Hell, I bought my own bad dragon strap-on just for the occasion."

"Ha! You did? Which one?"

"The first one that Mandy fucked me with. They call it Delphyne."

"Like in greek mythology."

"You know that?"

"Yes! That's actually funny."

"Sandra named all of theirs after Drakaina. I can't believe I didn't tell you that."

"No. The only part you mentioned was how they fucked you with them, and how you fucked Sandra."