Alphia Corporation Ch. 03

Gary and Sam uncomfortably wandered about the suites in a state of nervous, randy anxiety.

"Just to let you know," Gary said, "Steve Borges has a really big dick. Karen really enjoys fucking him now, but it took her a while to get used to it."

Sam looked at Gary with big eyes. "Seriously?"

"I don't know what difference it makes now," Gary said, "considering that

Carrie has probably already had to take it, but ... just so you know."

Sam did not know what to say to that so he turned to the bar in the corner of the main room of the suite.

The subordinates were pouring themselves a couple of stiff ones when they heard the door to the suite open.

Sam was simultaneously relieved and stunned at Carrie's appearance. That red dress was absolutely dramatic on her and the large diamond opening in the front exposed the inner slopes of her breasts. As she walked in to the room holding Karen's hand, her obviously braless breasts moved with an erotic liquid motion. She was flushed, and radiant, and almost painfully sexy.

Carrie flashed him a bright, dimpled smile and his heart leapt.

Karen was in an outstanding little black dress, heels and a single strand of pearls around her neck. She looked like the million dollar whore that she was.

Sam glanced at Gary. Karen looked stunning, but Gary was staring at Carrie's tits. It was obvious to everyone that Gary was jonesing for his friend's wife.

"Make Carrie and me a fresh round of drinks," Mr. Borges ordered Sam with a satisfied smile, coming up to Carrie and putting his arm possessively around her waist and nuzzling her neck. Sam tried not to react to his boss's display of dominance as he took the drink order but he could not miss Carrie's embarrassed look as Mr. Borges reached around with his other hand and casually fondled her breasts in front of her husband.

Sam could see Gary talking with Mr. Parsons. Karen, Gary's wife, had her hand on Mr. Parsons' arm as the three chatted. They all three seemed comfortable with the fact that Gary's wife was a company whore for the weekend.

Or one of the whores.

"Single malt, neat," Mr. Borges said, bringing Sam's attention back to his own predicament. Steve Borges' eyes glittered with malicious pleasure as he saw Sam give his wife an embarrassed look.

"Um ... white wine please, honey," Carrie said to her husband.

The hot and bothered junior men glanced at each other as they puttered around at the minibar, filling the drinks orders. By the time the cuckolds got the drinks together, the two couples were talking in a small group. Mr. Parsons said something and Karen nodded as Carrie blushed. The wives swapped, Karen presenting herself to Mr. Borges and Carrie moved toward Tom Parsons.

Sam brought Mr. Borges his drink and he took it absently as he murmured in Karen Burroughs' ear. She smiled and nodded at Mr. Borges and smiled a thanks to her husband as Gary brought her a gin and tonic.

"Tell me about how you got along with your tasks today, gentlemen," Tom Parsons said to Gary and Sam as Sam brought Carrie her glass of wine.

"Um, well sir, we got through the numbers on the sales side of the deal, and they look really good, from our perspective," Sam said, grateful to be talking about something business related.

"And we got the tech proposal in a pretty good final draft," Gary added.

"How far did you get on analyzing the executive employment contracts?" Mr. Parsons asked, "We really need to get that nailed down before we get too deep into the negotiations."

"We couldn't figure out a way to ..." Gary trailed off as the superiors looked at both he and Sam with angry disappointment.

"What?" Mr. Borges exclaimed. "That is the most important part of this deal!"

He was going to continue, but Tom Parsons stopped him with a raised hand. "Steve, they have time tonight to get it done. I expect they had a hard time ... ahem, ahh, a difficult time fully concentrating on the task at hand?"

Sam blushed. After a moment, Gary nodded.

Mr. Parsons gave them an understanding look. "Well, you had every reason to be. Your wife is very beautiful, Sam. Steve fucked her several times earlier today, and I made Karen service me again, Gary. She was, as usual, willing and eager and she pleased me well."

The cuckolds could not keep their eyes off of their slut wives. Their dicks were rock hard.

Sizing up the tension in the room, Karen looked at Carrie. "Why don't we girls go into the other room and freshen up? That way the guys can join us when they are ready."

Sam noticed that the term 'guys' was intentionally vague.

"No. We party out here," Steve Borges said, still plainly irritated by Sam and Gary's failure. "Freshen up, and then both of you get back here, ready to go."

Four sets of male eyes followed the two wives as they disappeared into the boudoir.

"Sam, after they return, I am going to enjoy Carrie and Steve is going to fuck Karen," Tom Parsons said to his subordinates as the wives disappeared down the hall. He took off his suit coat and hung it carefully in a hanger on a hook in the wall. "I was going to give you the option to stay or go back to your rooms, but because you did not get the work done you are going to have to stay and watch. You'll have to work through the night after, but that's just the way it is."

Sam was excited and humiliated by the situation. "OK, sir."

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As the ladies walked down the hallway to the room that had been set aside as their boudoir, the girls could hear Mr. Parsons tell their husbands that they would have to stay and watch the next round of fucking. Carrie turned to Karen, her eyes wide.

"Get used to it," Karen said absently, opening the drawer in which she had put her lingerie, "Sam is going to have to watch you put out for a lot of men while you are both part of the Arrangement. Gary sometimes has a difficult time with it, but usually he likes watch me fuck."

"But they sounded really angry," Carrie said, worried.

Karen shrugged. "That's business." She looked over at Carrie who had stopped in the middle of the room, looking unsure of herself.

"Carrie, listen. Tom and Steve are going to fuck both of us in front of Gary and Sam," Karen said. "It happens all the time, especially with Steve Borges. He loves that dominance kind of thing. But you don't have to take it ... lying down." Karen grinned at Carrie, her double entendre intentional.

"But ..." Carrie said, laughing a little at Karen.

"Well, if that is how they want you, you do have to take it lying down," Karen said, laughing as she turned back to her lingerie drawer, "but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun with the situation."

Holding up a bra and pantie set, she examined it and tossed it aside and dived back into her drawer before noticing Carrie.

"Get going, girl! We have a show to put on!"

"Oh, right! Sorry," Carrie laughed excitedly, opening her closet and opening her box of sexy underthings. "This is going to be fun!"

Carrie helped Karen unzip her form fitting, sexy little black dress and Karen helped Carrie when her dress got caught up in her hair. Karen quickly selected a red and white tiny bra and thong panty set. With her long legs, firm abdominal muscles and lean and sexy arms and legs, she looked like a high class call girl, except for the engagement ring and wedding band on her finger.

They added.

Carrie looked over at the older woman as she wrapped a black sarong around her waist. "You look ... oh my God!" Carrie said. "I can assure you that my husband's eyes are going to bounce out of his skull when he sees you. You just look so beautiful," Carrie gushed, a bit intimidated.

Karen checking herself in the mirror. "I am thirty seven, sweetie, and my days as an ingénue are behind me. You are in your prime, and we are going to show you off!"

Karen went over to Carrie and took shook her head at Carrie's choice. "No. We need something to show off your tits," she said, peering at Carrie with a professional eye. "Your boobs are just magnificent. Big enough to be a bit more than a handful, but not so big that gravity is going to play a role for a long, long time."

In the end, she a light blue baby doll outfit for Carrie with skimpy panties and a spaghetti strap camisole and a golden chain around her waist.

Carrie stood in front of the full length mirror, and Karen stood behind her working her long, straight blonde hair into a ponytail. "Our husbands are going to be suffering tonight," Karen said with a grin around the bobby pin in her teeth. "You look absolutely delectable."

Carrie giggled guiltily. "I was really mean to Sam last night," she admitted sheepishly. "I didn't know that he was going to be just tortured like this."

Karen looked at Carrie over her shoulder in the mirror, her face a frown of curiosity. "What did you do?" she snorted, shaking her head.

Carrie blushed a little, now feeling bad about what had been so much fun. "I put on a pair of these sexy panties under my see through wedding night nightie, and then I snuggled up to him all night."

"Oh my God!" Karen laughed, her attention now on Carrie entirely. "Really? Haha! He is going to be in absolute agony out there."

"I also sucked him a little," Carrie admitted in a small voice, "but I didn't let him cum. And now I feel really bad about it."

Karen laughed to herself, shaking her head, still with the bobby pin in her teeth. She removed it to put it into her hair to help hold her together. "You are bad. That's really funny."

Carrie looked sheepish.

"Nothing to do about it now, and it's nothing that you cannot make up to him the rest of the week," Karen said. "I really like fucking all the executives and the odd prospect, but the sex with my husband when I am not working? That is just incredible. You are going to have a fun weekend and, if Sam is anything like Gary, a wonderful week. He is going to chase you around the house like you are 18 again."

After fixing Carrie's hair, she pulled her heavier, wavy dark hair back. She stood back and looked at Carrie one last time. "I thought that maybe a skirt would work with that, but you look like a slut in just your panties and that works for tonight!"

Carrie giggled and turned around to give her friend a hug. Karen hugged her back and gave her a kiss to which Carrie eagerly responded, instantly opening her mouth to accept Karen's probing tongue.

Carrie whined in complaint when Karen broke the kiss after only a few moments. "That's a good start," she said, patting the smaller woman on the cheek, "I hope you are into women Carrie, because unless the two senior executives pounce on us immediately, I am totally going to fuck you out there."

Carrie smiled shyly up at Karen. "Sounds fun to me."

"Excellent," Karen said, picking up her iPod and fiddling through it for the right music, "let's go."

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Both senior managers casually started to strip down as they awaited the return of the junior men's wives.

As the women were off preparing themselves, Tom explained why the termination clauses of the agreement were of special importance while he and Steve Borges finished undressing.

"Given our particular corporate ... benefits ... we need to be absolutely sure which senior executives of the target company we have to take on. Our preference is to let them all go at the time of purchase, but if we cannot, search for as many out clauses as you can find. Do your best, because whoever we have to keep on after the purchase will be part of the senior management and he will have full access to you and your wife under the Arrangement for the next several years."

"I - I'll do my best," Sam promised.

"Carrie is taking to this slut role like she was born for it," Steve Borges said, dropping his suit pants and boxers to the floor and pulling on his big cock. He was clearly pleased to brag to Sam and Gary about his conquest of their wives.

He kicked his clothes out of the way. "As soon as we got here, I announced that I needed a blowjob, and Carrie dropped down and onto my dick like she was starving," Mr. Borges laughed. "The bellhop's eyes just about popped out of his head!"

"I showed him a $100 and asked if he wanted the tip or for Karen to blow him," Mr. Parsons chimed in. "He wisely chose the blowjob. Karen took his load like a champ!"

Those words were hanging in the air when the wives returned to the soft sound of a sultry Lil' Zane's Anywhere.

Sam's penis, already aching from the excitement of the last twenty four hours and the absence of relief, hardened even more as his wife walked into the room, hand in hand with Karen.

Karen strutted into the room, her long, sexy legs rising up and into the sarong which wrapped just around her hips which revealed much more than it concealed. As she strutted along, one foot in front of another, Sam realized that his adolescent fantasy of fucking a fashion model at lingerie show was about to come true ... for Steve Borges and Tom Parsons.

He let out an involuntary groan and but for Carrie quickly flashing him another nervous excited smile, everyone was too engrossed in the scene to respond. Four sets of hungry male eyes surveyed the two slutty wives, and four cocks rose to greet the sight of the women. Steve and Tom were nude and brazenly stroked their erections as they watched the two wives, the husbands behind them entirely but temporarily forgotten.

Carrie herself, almost a half a foot shorter than Gary's wife, walked in to the room nervously. Her angelic face was bright with excitement and anxiety. Her breasts, moving liquidly beneath her camisole, attracted the eye of every man.

The wives walked directly towards the two senior executives, but halfway into the room Karen dropped Carrie's hand, and spun on herself slowly, her hands in her hair, lifting her locks so that her upper back and the nape of her neck was visible. She shot a smoldering look at her husband over her shoulder before sliding her eyes over to Mr. Borges and Mr. Parsons.

As she finished her sultry turn she looked right at the senior executives. "I would like to present Carrie Stevenson, a beautiful and sexy little submissive slut on her first assignment." She turned halfway and held her hands out as if a gameshow hostess presenting the prizewinner his prize.

Which, at least for Mr. Parsons and Mr. Borges' purposes, she was.

With the raising of one elegant hand, she forestalled the actions by the eager and randy senior executives. "With your permission, gentlemen, I would like to unwrap and present your prizes for the weekend," and she made a motion that included Carrie and herself, "before you exercise your rights upon us."

Without waiting for a response, she pulled a willing Carrie into her arms and covered her mouth with a passionate, toe-curling, open-mouthed kiss. The men could see the beautiful women, their tongues entwined, hands in each other's hair, kissing passionately.

When Karen broke the kiss, touching Carrie's cheek in a gentle and sexy gesture, she turned so that she was in silhouette to the men, and lifting her long dark locks out of the way, presented her back to Carrie. Carrie reached forward and with trembling fingers, unclasped Karen's brassiere which immediately loosened.

Turning away from the men, Mrs. Burroughs shrugged out of her bra and casually tossed it off to one side before turning and coming face forward to the men, behind Carrie, her hands on Carrie's shoulders before sliding them down across the front of her camisole, over Carrie's breasts and down to the blonde wife's firm belly.

Sam and Gary were rubbing their achingly hard cocks through their trousers, their frustration and lust so absolutely evident in their hungry, needy stares that Karen almost felt sorry for them. She was careful in her turn back to face the men to give them only a flash of her nipples. She could see Sam moving his head as she turned, hoping to get a better glance and she smiled to herself. "Keep 'em waiting for as long as you can, girl, because soon you will lose what little control you have and he will see everything, and probably a lot more than he is likely prepared for," she said to herself, moistening at the thought.

She kissed Carrie's neck as she slowly began pulling Carrie's camisole top up and up ... and up. Carrie obediently raised her hands but Karen slowed down as the thing cloth reached the lower slope of Carrie's breasts and the men erupted in complaint.

Smiling, she ripped the camisole up and over the shorter woman's head, Carrie's firm breasts jiggling delightfully as they were freed from the limited confines of her top. Karen tossed the top carelessly away where it landed, unnoticed, across the back of a chair.

Covering her own breasts with one lean and feminine arm, she stepped out from behind Carrie. The men, especially Sam, objected and she smiled, making eye contact with Steve and Tom as she slowly lowered her arm and exposed herself to their hungry eyes, turning as she did to take Carrie's face in her hands again.

Carrie almost leapt into Karen's embrace, her breasts bobbing wonderfully, and the slut wives kissed again, this time with a greater sense of passion and urgency. Karen pulled Carrie's hand to one of her breasts, smaller than Carrie's and tipped with a darker areola and Carrie reddened cutely as she fondled her friend for the first time.

Karen broke the kiss and leant down to take one of Carrie's nipples in her mouth and Carrie gasped, taking Karen's head in her hands and pulling her to her chest. The men chuckled at Carrie's reaction, and Carrie reddened again but quickly lost her sense of embarrassment as Karen sucked one nipple while fondling her other breast.

Sam had never seen anything so erotic in his entire life. His balls were boiling and he was ready to burst just by watching. He could not believe that he was going to have to watch this unfolding scene without relief. His penis was so hard that it was almost painful. Gary, even with his experience in the Arrangement - which at the moment Sam both loved and hated in equal passionate measure - was transfixed by the images the women were burning into the men's brains. His hand was rubbing his cock through his pants, a violation of the rules but one that was clearly forgiven for the moment, or at least went unnoticed.

Karen pulled Carrie back up to a kiss, but then broke the kiss again and pulled Carrie's head down to her own breasts. The men, and Karen albeit from different perspectives, were treated to the image of beautiful, delectable, blonde Carrie Stevenson, tentatively kissing and licking Karen's beautiful tits, sucking on one nipple and then the other, emboldened by the moans she was eliciting from Gary's wife.

With a gentle hand under her chin, Karen reluctantly pulled Carrie's face up to hers and gave her another kiss. The men could see the women talking quietly for a moment, and then Carrie nodded, looking down as her delicate and beautiful hands set about working the knot on Karen's sarong. Standing in silhouette, with the gentle light behind the two women, Carrie's brow slightly furrowed in concentration, the breasts of the two women moving beautifully in response to the slight motion of their bodies, the slut wives were beyond sexy, beyond beautiful.

The senior executives were on a knife's edge of a wonderful decision; take these beautiful women now, and slake their need in and upon their beautiful bodies, or let this wondrous moment build, knowing that whatever happened and however long it took, they still got to do whatever they damn well pleased with the gorgeous wives of the awestruck, frustrated and jealous junior executive husbands.

With a delightful wobble of Carrie's breasts, she got the knot undone and the sarong fell away in her hands. Karen's lovely hip, concealed by the single, thin strap of her panties, was revealed in all its erotic loveliness.