Upwardly Mobile Pt. 03

Rose was still apprehensive about being alone with Jerry, but she didn't want to make a scene or cause any tension for Bob with his boss. Her hands were trembling approached Jerry, who was busy removing something from an overhead cabinet. Her eyes slowly roamed up and down his body, as she waited and watched him.

She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his tight little Speedo. His cock looked so thick and full, straining against the fabric. She could see where the balls were, the long shaft, even the bulbous head. She liked the way it looked. The realization both shocked and thrilled her, leaving her a little breathless.

Her mind drifted back to sucking Bob's cock in the bathroom moments before. She felt her pussy clench, and she wondered for a brief second if she would be able to deep throat a cock as sizable as the one at which she was staring.

"Hold it for me," Jerry said without looking down.

Rose's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe her ears. Jerry waited, holding a metal tray covered with prepared food items, with a slight smirk on his face.

"What?", she asked feeling a slight tingle between her legs.

"The tray," he said, shaking the food at her.

Rose blushed, embarrassed by her reaction. She took the tray from Jerry, and he reached up to pull another out of the overhead cabinet. He chuckled at her nervousness.

Her eyes traveled back to his cock, and her breath caught when she saw it. His speedo was tenting out, and the cock was rigid. "Oh my god," she thought, "he's getting hard!"

As she stared, she involuntarily brushed her fingertips against her right nipple very lightly. Jerry's cock twitched hard, and the tingling between her leg became a smoldering fire.

"Did you think I meant my cock?", Jerry asked, laughing.

The smile on his face told her that he had seen her staring right at his cock. The fire became a throbbing ache. She knew her face must be getting very red, as it felt incredibly warm. She bit her bottom lip, something she often did when nervous, then whispered, "Maybe."

Jerry carried two trays, one in each hand, and gestured with his head toward the cooking area. "Bring that stuff over so we can get it into the oven," he said, smirking, then added, "and maybe I'll let you hold it."

She picked up the other tray and followed him. Shawn and Minnie came out of the cave, and walked past her, moving into the house. To her surprise, both were completely naked. Shawn's small cock was rock hard and sticking straight out. She estimated it was three or four inches long, at best. "Oh my god, why are they naked?" she thought. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

When they disappeared from view, he realized she had been stopped walking, staring at them. Jerry chuckled at the look on her face. "You ok?" He asked her, getting her attention.

"He's naked," she said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah," Jerry replied, nonchalantly, "I think he's going to fuck her."

Rose's mouth dropped open and could not believe Jerry's comment. She was surprised enough that Shawn was naked. It was even more surprising that he was walking around with an erection. However, the greatest shock was that Jerry acted like it was perfectly natural. Her mind was officially blown.

Jerry saw the confusion and shock on her face. He took the cookie sheet from her before she dropped it. "I can tell you're wondering what kind of crazy people we are," he said softly. "Let's get this stuff in the oven, and I'll explain everything to you while we sit and have a drink."

He busied himself getting the trays of food into the outdoor oven. Rose's mind was going in many directions. She could feel her "fight or flight" response kicking in. Part of her wanted to protest, to get angry and say, "What the fuck is going on?" Another part of her wanted to run away and hide.

Jerry asked her to help prepare the food, but Rose was preoccupied with thoughts of everything that was going on. Her imagination was only adding to the heat she was feeling in her pussy.

Rose glanced down and could see her nipples were rock hard and exposed for Jerry to see. He was staring at them, and she realized that she liked it. Whatever was happening was turning her on in a way she had never felt before. She couldn't wait to hear Jerry's explanation.

The food, it turned out, was all made in advance. They only needed to heat it up. Jerry finished loading the oven, then pulled out two wine glasses and filled them with some chilled Sauvignon Blanc.

"Come sit and let's talk," Jerry said as he led Rose to a nearby cushioned bench, and handed her one of the wine glasses. She sat next to him and clinked their glasses together, "Cheers," she said, with a playful smile. They turned to face each other, causing Rose to sit with one leg on the bench, knee bent.

She could feel the warm air on her pussy, the cloth having pulled up slightly between her outer labia. His eyes immediately moved between her legs. She desperately wanted to close her legs, but it was too late. She was afraid to offend Jerry, so she ignored how exposed she was. His gaze only caused the fire burning in her loins to throb.

Jerry sipped his wine slowly, his eyes moved up and down her body, lingering on the tiny thong and the puffy outer labia that bulged out around the narrow strip of cloth. She could feel his eyes on her body. Her breathing became rapid. She felt flush.

"I'm sorry," she began, taking a long sip of the wine with trembling hands, "This is all so crazy. Who are you people?"

She regretted her choice of words immediately. They had come out much more harshly than she had intended. Fortunately, Jerry took it well, letting out a little chuckle. "Well, to put it simply, Rose," he started, "We're swingers."

She took a larger swallow of her wine, emptying the glass. Jerry picked up the bottle and refilled her glass. Her hand was shaking as he did, making it difficult to pour withing spilling the wine. "We're not!" she exclaimed. "I mean, we've never done anything like this. Nothing close. This is crazy."

She was determined to speak her mind, so before he could respond, she continued. "Don't get me wrong. We're flattered, but Bob and I are not swingers. To be completely honest, we both feel very uncomfortable. If our kids weren't out on the boat, we would have left already."

Jerry waited and watched her, gently placing his hand over hers on the back of the bench. "I understand. Please let me explain." He gave her his nicest, most reassuring smile.

"Ok, go ahead," she replied.

"Gloria and I are swingers. We've been in the lifestyle since long before we got married. For us, sexuality comes as naturally as breathing air. We like to share the lifestyle with our close friends and feel that it is an amazing way to bond with people. We become much more than just casual friends. We grow very close to our swinging partners and care about them like family."

She sipped the wine again, and as he spoke, she couldn't help but notice his cock was still hard. The unfortunate Speedo looked like it was about to rip apart. She wanted to talk, but waited, allowing him to continue.

"Swinging also lets us share things in a way that people outside of our circle can't experience or understand. So, when Rose and I decided to build Adrenaline, we were wanted a way to ensure that the people in the leadership roles in the company were people we cared about and trusted deeply, and people who truly had everyone's best interests in mind."

She nodded. "That sounds like a great way to run a company. But, what does that have to do with swinging?" she asked, noticing Jerry's fingers stroking the back of her hand.

"Well," he continued, "knowing how our swinging lifestyle created life-long friendships and bonds, we thought what better way to select the leadership of the company than to select people we knew and trusted, people with whom we have an intimate, loving relationship."

"You mean swingers?" she asked, connecting the dots.

"Yes, that's right." he smiled and moved a little closer.

"We will not allow anyone to become a partner, a co-owner of the company unless we are intimate with them and their spouse."

She took a deep breath. "We?" she asked.

"Yes, we. That means that Gloria has intimate relations with the husband and I have them with the wife." His fingers stroked slowly up her arm as he shifted in his seat, moving even closer.

"I see," she whispered, trying to process everything he was saying.

"That way, we, the owners of the company, will have bonds that tie us together in deeply personal and intimate ways. We will want everyone to succeed and will always work to grow together and protect each other." He paused and waited for her to respond.

She looked deeply into his eyes, "And you think Bob is someone you trust enough to bring into this, to make him part of your leadership group, your swinging 'family'?"

He smiled, sensing she was coming around to the concept. "Absolutely," he said, confidently. "I knew it from day one. I knew that when I started Adrenaline, I wanted Bob to be my right-hand man, my brother."

She was surprised by his words, and deeply proud. She'd never heard someone, especially the CEO of a successful company, speak so glowingly of her husband. Whether it was his candor, the wine or her arousal, but she felt her perspective shift slightly.

"And that's why we're here?" she asked.

"Well, yes. You're here because we wanted to invite you guys and see how we mesh."

He refilled their wine glasses again. "And what happens if we don't mesh?" she asked, feeling suddenly concerned.

"You mean if you're not willing to become part of our swinging family?"

"Yes. What happens to Bob? Will you fire him?"

He scooted a little closer, "Oh, no way!" he assured her, stroking her arm softly. "That's not the kind of person I am, honey. I don't punish people for not sharing my lifestyle. He would stay with the company and keep his job as if nothing happened."

"But, he can never become a partner?" she queried, looking into his eyes.

His hand moved up to her shoulder, gently massaging her. She didn't pull away. This was almost too much to take in. She tried to process it all, to have it all make sense, to understand what was happening to her.

Her intense arousal was making it difficult to think clearly. Why was she so turned on? Was it residual arousal from having sucked Bob's cock a few minutes earlier. Was it from being topless around these other people. Or perhaps it was the attention Jerry had given her in the spa, was giving her now and his obvious arousal. Maybe, it was the idea of swinging, being shared and having sex openly with relative strangers. She realized it was all of it and more, swirling together inside her like a cocktail of desire.

Could they go through with something like this? Could she have sex with other people and be accepting of Bob doing the same thing? Could their marriage survive? Was the reward worth the potential risk?

Jerry was watching her process the information. He knew not to push too hard, too quickly. Like making love, he needed to start slowly and give her time to adjust, to grow to like it, before getting intense. He watched the way she was breathing, the way her tummy seemed to flutter nervously with each breath. He watched the way her erect nipples moved, longing to be sucked. He watched the way her swollen labia surrounded the thong, but most of all he noticed...

"Oh, my!" he whispered softly, "your body says you like the idea." He smiled, leaning in closer.

"W-what?" she stammered, feeling her resistance breaking down.

"Your pussy is soaking wet," he stated directly.

Her eyes grew wide, and she pulled her face back. The "fight or flight" feeling was back. Her heart was pounding. She could hear it beating in her ears. "No, no I'm not." She lied.

He grinned wickedly and placed his hand on her thigh. "Then why is there a big wet spot on the cushion under your pussy?"

"There isn't!" she said strongly, looking down.

The light blue cloth of the cushion was dark and damp under her, spreading out in a widening circle in front of her pussy. She saw it and how exposed she was. Her thong was wet and gripped tightly between her labia.

"Oh, shit!" she said, surprised by just how wet she was.

Jerry kissed her. She couldn't breathe. Fight or flight. She tried to pull away, but her body wouldn't move. Fight or Flight! She felt his mouth against hers, could smell him so close. Fight or Flight! She wanted to protest, to slap his face. Fight or flight!

As she felt his tongue rub against her lips, she moaned slightly and parted her lips. Instead of fight or flight, she chose to surrender.

Rose pushed forward, kissing Jerry back, her tongue finding his and rolling around it. Thoughts popped into her head, like "What are you doing?", "Stop!" and "Damn, he kisses good." They competed for her attention. In the end, she tuned them all out.

She felt Jerry's hands move to her breasts and begin to squeeze them.

"Oh fuck," she thought and kissed him harder, more passionately. He pinched her nipples, and her body shuddered. The fire that had been burning in her pussy became a raging inferno of need and lust. She moaned into his mouth, clinging to him tightly. He pinched them harder, sending shockwaves of pain into her chest which only fanned the flames.

He kissed his way down her neck, and she held his head in both of her hands. His mouth dragged over her chest and she arched her back, raising her tits to him. He rubbed his open mouth over the meaty flesh of her breast, and she inhaled sharply. When his mouth surrounded her nipple and sucked it in to massage with his tongue, she said, "Oh God, yes." and pulled his head tightly to her.

Jerry sucked on the nipple, his tongue rubbing the tip, circling it and flicking it up and down. Rose groaned and mumbled, "Oh, so good."

His fingers found her cleanly shaven outer lips, brushing them lightly. Rose pulled her thong down, over her hips. She lifted her ass and slid them down her thighs. Jerry took them from her, mouth still working her nipple, and slid them off her feet and tossed them behind the bench.

He rubbed his hand against her naked, and she willingly spread her legs for him, as she lay back on the bench. He used the fingers of his left hand to spread her lips as his other hand rubbed in the wet slit, rubbing her slowly from the hot little hole at the bottom, up past her urethra, to feel her hard little clit.

Her hips bucked in response and she said, "Oh fuck, yes, right there!"

Jerry ignored her directions and instead, slid his fingers back down through her swollen pussy lips, and slid a finger inside her pussy. Rose bucked harder and let out a loud groan. At the same time, he moved his mouth to her other breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. It was hard and aching to be sucked. That sent a deep and powerful sensation into her body that merged with the intense pleasure in her warm pussy.

He started fingering her slowly, moving in deeply, then pulling out all the way to run around the entrance to her hole. When he pushed his finger back in, he added a second, stretching her pussy open wider.

Rose lifted her ass off the cushion and bounced her hips up and down, fucking his fingers as he moved them in her, roughly. He rubbed her clit with the fingers of his left hand as he started fucking her cunt hard and fast, making his palm slap against her pussy repeatedly. She was panting and grinding her hips like a bitch in heat.

Jerry released her nipple and raised up into a standing position over her body as his hands worked her pussy masterfully. He inserted a third finger and moved them in and out rapidly, her juices flowing out like a river around his fingers, running down his hand. He watched her body reacting to his ministrations.

"I watched you sucking Bob's cock in my bathroom." He said, continuing to man-handle her cunt.

Her eyes opened, half glazed, lost in her near orgasmic bliss. "You did?" she asked, half out of breath.

"I did. You seemed very good at it." She bucked harder, feeling her orgasm getting closer and closer.

"I am," she said, giving him a naughty smile, feeling so turned on that her slutty, inner-self was coming out. "I'm very good at it."

He patted her clit with the flat of his left hand, firmly several times, almost spanking it. His fingers jammed in, and out of her so fast, they were almost a blur, making very loud, wet, splashing sounds.

"I want you to suck mine," he said, the lust making his voice rough and raspy.

She began thrashing her hips up and down wildly, her body abdomen tensing hard, causing her head and shoulders to curl up off the cushion then flop back, curl up and flop back, as her entire body began to spasm. She made an unintelligible sound that turned into a silent scream as she clamped a hand down over her mouth hard to keep from really screaming. Her other hand shot out to grab onto anything she could find. It gripped the cushion hard, knuckles turning white.

She came, bucking and thrashing. It took all of her power not to scream out at the top of her lungs. The orgasm went on for several seconds, as she came down, her body relaxed, and she sat upright. Instead of feeling satiated and guilty, she only felt more turned-on.

She smiled, hungrily as she pushed Jerry back onto the cushion, climbing on top of him. "I thought you'd never ask!"

He chuckled as she gripped the speedo in both hands and pulled it down hard. His cock leaped free and bounced in front of her face, fully erect. It was larger and heavier than Bob's, and she watched it waving, then attacked it. She lowered her head, rubbed her face against the fat, spongy head, as she stroked him with both hands. Her tongue snaked out and licked around he head.

She was hungry for a cock. She physically needed it, like a crack-whore needs crack. Two things drove Rose utterly insane sexually. One was sucking dicks, and the other was having her ass played with. The first one made her want to be fucked badly. The second one made her willing to do almost anything.

She worked her mouth down the shaft, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Jerry was moaning and groaning, his legs open wide, one hand on the back of her head stroking her hair. His hips bounced involuntarily, pushing his cock up to meet her mouth as it slammed down.

She stood up and leaned over his lap so she could take it deeper and started rolling her head around in a circle, trying to force the thick cock head into her throat.

"Oh, Jesus!" he let out as her mouth moved all the way down until her lips brushed along the base of his cock. She held him there. Buried in her throat, trying to rub the underside with the flat of her tongue. Jerry pushed down on the back of her head, and she let out a sharp whimper.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's it!" he gasped, as he slowly fucked her throat. He let go of her head, and Rose pulled her mouth back, sliding up the shaft to lick and suck around the head. She slowly stroked the full length with both hands. She looked into his eyes, and said, "Mmmm, fuck, you're much bigger than Bob."

"You like that cock, don't you?" he asked smiling.

"Mmmm," she replied, "I do." She took it back into her mouth and started sucking it more.

Jerry slid his hand down her back slowly. Her body seemed to undulate as he stroked over the hollow little valley above her ass. When his hand rubbed her naked ass cheek, she whimpered again and pushed her ass into his hand.

"Damn." He thought, "She likes that!" He squeezed her ass cheek hard, and Rose let out a growl, cock in her mouth, and sucked him more aggressively. He slapped her ass, and she let out a muffled squeal then pushed her ass back more and sucked harder. He smacked her again, and she reacted even stronger, her legs were beginning to tremble. He suspected Rose might be an anal whore.