Working Wife

"Oh God! Oh God Oh God!" she gasped desperately. "I'm co-o-o-oming!"

With that she went entirely rigid and held her breath before an enormous, involuntary spasm of the purest, unadulterared ecstasy swept over her whole person, followed by a series of decreasingly intense convulsions of sexual ecstacy. He drove his penis deeply inside her and similarly stiffened as he gushed a copious quantity of his thick semen into her womb, the two of them clinging to each other so tightly that they caused bruises, they discovered later.

"Was it okay for you?" he asked her when their emotions had cooled.

"Great," she smiled. "No complaints at all."

"So we're a team then?"

"Yes, so far as I'm concerned anyway. I thought it'd be your decision to make though."

"Because I hold the power and the money?"

She nodded.

"Well Lyn," he said sincerely. "Even if I am paying for your favours I'd like you to put that into the back of your mind and see me as an avuncular figure, your sugar-daddy if you wish, but we must maintain mutual respect and observe a normal office protocol with our public behavior. When we are working alone you call me Derek and, when we're more intimately involved, I like 'Derry', if you can manage it. Okay?"

"I understand," she assured him. "I have no difficulty with that at all."

"Well, I must say that it's been an auspicious start to our relationship. I thought you were wonderful and hope we can build upon that to expand our physical horizons. Is there any sexual practice you find repugnant?"

"Nothing in the way of heterosexual activity, but I won't be in bondage or body waste activities. That disgusts me."

"Then we're in accord, my dear. You'd better unlock the door when you've dressed," he said as they took their clothes into his en suite bathroom and she needed a few tissues to prevent his semen from leaking from her twat as she walked.

When she got back to her desk she realized, on thinking over her recent experience with Derry, that she'd thoroughly enjoyed a fuck without feeling anything but a general liking for her partner, not the love she felt for me nor the attraction for Barry or Del. It was just business, she understood, our mortgage being the bottom line in her relationship with Derry, not the relationship itself.

Well life went on after Lyn's initiation to the ranks of fallen women and she'd serviced Derek's needs several times each week, made love with me at least daily and enjoyed recreational sex with both Delys and Baz following our regular dinner dates. It seemed as if no time at all had passed after her first assignation with her boss that she'd outstripped me as the prime-mover in our sexual life, becoming not just confident in her sexuality, but bold and unabashed at any activity suggested by either she or Del. However, I was happy to let her take the lead as I'd previously had the feeling that maybe she went along with my desires to ensure a simple life and I now knew what she really enjoyed.

*

Due to a hierarchical reshuffle at head office, Derek Elphinston was soon confirmed branch manager until his retirement in the New Year, leaving Lyn to make a decision as to where to look next for a patron. He'd taken her on a couple of interstate business trips where, to his obvious delight, she'd been able to give him an enthusiastic demonstration of her sexual talents. It was also clear that he found the whole idea of relinquishing her body to any other senior executive a very difficult proposition but when the time arrived was quite noble about things. She had three choices at head office and picked George Patterson, the most senior, who had expressed a very deep interest in her to Mr Carruthers the year before.

She'd met George on a few occasions, both working and socially, deciding eventually that he was a nice man, despite hearing anecdotes about his hard-headedness and rigourous attention to detail. When he'd called her into his office suite on the first occasion she had no difficulty or hesitation over accommodating him sexually, there and then on his large desk with her skirt up around her waist and bottom perched on the edge as he thrust manfully in and out of her wet quim. Although there had been no foreplay her snatch was quite juicy with anticipation and the intromission of his thick cock was as much a thrill to her as to him. She had her slender legs about his somewhat corpulent middle and he had unbuttoned her jacket, unfastened her bra and massaged her jiggling, quivering boobs as he rammed hard and fast into her. She writhed energetically beneath him for more than five minutes before she felt the warning signs of imminent orgasm, waiting for his last deep thrust before gently fondling his scrotum for a huge gush of warm semen inside her womb, then going rigid as his tribute triggered her own climax in a torrent of erotic sensation.

"Oh God!" she gasped at last. "That really was one for the thrillseekers."

"You don't have to flatter me," he grinned wryly. "I know I'm no longer in my prime."

"Like the old bull," she laughed kindly. "But truly George, it really was one out of the box, I promise."

That set the tone for their relationship which continues to the present, their working relationship easily matching the sexual and our mortgage veryrapidly diminishing too. They became very close, enough for Lyn and I to be invited to the Patterson residence for dinner-parties, making me feel more than a little nervous until his wife, Liz, told me that she'd also used her physical charms to advance herself. She'd served five nice 'masters' before meeting George at a Bali convention where his personal assistant had been seen by another executive who had been smitten and they'd all agreed on the swap. Both George and Liz had been widowed, he to a cancer and she to a car crash and, although it took nearly a year, they really clicked and realized just how much in love they were.

"I'd been very careful with my assets and when I left the firm to marry, had what I needed to realize my dreams and set up my own business, in both cash and expertise. Now I'm worth much more than Georgie." "Yeah," I mused. "I can see how you would be, with all the incomings and few outgoings."

"So how do you feel about Lyn doing this kind of thing?" she enquired.

"It makes me very aroused, particularly in view of our sexually repressedpast," I told her with a precis of our history.

"You'd never know it to see her now," she told me thoughtfully. "Lyn's anexample of the truly liberated woman."

"Well I allowed her to follow her feelings in this, but I think that most credit should go to Derek Elphinstone for his grooming and respect when shestarted. It set her free to follow her senses."

"Have you ever had the desire to see them in action?"

"Oh yes!" I said. "You?"

"Yes, and I have."

"Seen them?"

"Yep, come and see," she bid me as I realized that George and Lyn were no longer in the room.

We tiptoed upstairs into a darkened room where the only light came from a window in the wall through which I could view a dimly lit bedroom. Lyn was naked and knelt over George's face as he ate her pussy and she sucked on his erect penis. And what a penis it was: twenty centimetres if it was an inch, she taking it deeply into her throat without difficulty. I felt a moment of envy bordering on jealousy, but Liz seemed to sense it and released my cock from my pants and stroked it as we watched them making love.

Of course I became more and more randy until I just couldn't help myself from going the grope on Liz who seemed happy enough to accept my exploring, squeezing hands about her trembling person. It happened so quickly that I barely remember undressing, nether she nor I, and finding myself flat on myback with her squatting over my hips as she slid her warm, wet cunt up and down my vertical cock.

She was a fine figure of a woman, hard bodied from working out, full tan, corrugated tummy muscles and a mobile bosom, despite its having been raised and enhanced by a surgeon. It felt so good to the touch and was obviously a bit sensitive from her delighted sounds when I sucked and tweaked her erectnipples which she'd playfully dangled before my eager lips.

Liz controlled our lovemaking, frustrating my desire to thrust harder andfaster, making it last longer than I would have preferred, but one couldn't express that view to a lady, could one? She raised and lowered her bottom slowly, tightening her vagina around my cock with each withdrawal and going a lot less than slack when she came downward again. I remained on the point of climax for at least three minutes, determined not to come first, but she reached behind to jiggle my balls and I exploded deep inside her.

We lay together on our sides, still coupled with her long legs around my waist, kissing gently in the afterglow of our lovemaking as she caressed myback and flanks.

"Sorry I was so greedy," she told me in a husky whisper. "You can controlour next one."

"I didn't mind at all," I assured her. "I let Lyn make the pace to assure myself that she wasn't merely doing things to keep me happy. I enjoy having her set the pace."

"You like being a toy boy."

"Not all the time, but it is fun to let somebody else show you what they like in sex."

"Would you like to be a toy boy, just once to find out what it's like?"

"With you as my mistress?"

"One of two. I've a friend who's never had sex with anyone other than her husband. She wants to try it out, but without fear of discovery or becoming entangled in an affair. You'd be perfect for our purposes."

"Okay, when?"

"Next time George and Lyn are out of town."

I must have dozed off about then and was vaguely aware of a silky, female body snuggling backward into me and taking in my erect cock to gently slide along its length with a lovely, moist love-pouch. I don't remember any real outcome and by morning she'd gone. I found Lyn sleeping alone in the master bedroom and a note on the dressing-table which apologised for their absence and urged us to make ourselves at home until we were ready to leave.

*

George took Lyn off to Japan for a fortnight in their spring, a trip that promised a rosy future for the firm if a deal could be brokered with a bank there. Apparently another firm was also interested in a similar arrangement with the bank and a fair degree of sensitive wheeling and dealing by George and his team would be needed to ensure their success. Neither of us had any inkling of what that might entail before she left, but suffice it to say it required her to give much of herself for the cause.

George's negotiating counterpart at the bank was a Mr Watanabe, the most formally polite man he'd ever met. He bowed at every meeting, no first name familiarity permitted, even at a dinner party at his home where he referred to and addressed his wife as Mrs Watanabe and a young woman named Ms Tanaka who never spoke unless to interpret for Watanabe and followed him to record every word spoken to or by him.

It appears that Mr Watanabe asked George about his relationship with Lyn, the exact and detailed nature of their intercourse in all areas of working. In that Mr Watanabe had explained the nature of his relationship with a few geishas and had introduced George to this traditional form of entertainment for Japanese men, he thought it only fair that he respond truthfully and at length. Unfortunately he didn't feel the hook until it was much too late, after nodding while agreeing, but not really listening to his host's speech about experiencing each other's culture and cultural exchange. Having dined out and experienced the favours of a geisha and a pair of sexual-actresses at Mr Watanabe's expense, George felt obligated to reciprocate, but wasn't at all sure as to how he should introduce his problem to Lyn.

As things turned out, it was less a problem than he'd thought. During the afternoon Sue had complained of feeling neglected by her boss who'd had the opportunity to sample some local hospitality. She'd wondered aloud why they couldn't be put to work to ensure their bid's success.

"I can take her with me," Lyn told George. "Two heads are better than onefor this job. Group hanky-panky isn't uncommon here. Might even be fun."

They met, as previously arranged, at a hotel restaurant where they dined before taking an elevator to a suite which was obviously the venue for the evening's fun and games. It was around then that the ubiquitous Ms Tanaka, her notebook and mini-cassette, vanished from the scene and Lyn wondered at this in view of her previous vigilance.

Both Sue and Lyn had dressed in short, black cocktail frocks with stay-upstockings and super high, stilletto-heeled shoes. Mr Watanabe was quick to change into a kind of loincloth which demonstrated that he was both aroused and better endowed than they'd been led to believe that Japanese men were. His prick was a good fifteen centimetres in length and upcurved so that the knob was nearly in his navel, thick at the base in his crotch, tapering up to an almost pointed, conical head of satsuma purple.

Sue stood and unfastened her little black number, letting it slide to the floor before posing for Mr W who clapped in appreciation. She'd either come out without undies or had removed them along the way as she was naked apart from her shoes, stockings and gold ornamentation. She stepped over to take his cock in hand while removing his scanty garment and lowering her face to his crotch. His knob disappeared between her scarlet lips, then the entire length of his penis down her accommodating throat as she sucked and tonguedit.

Lyn heard a muffled cough which sounded suspiciously like Ms Tanaka, but there was nowhere to hide in that direction, just a mirrored wall. She took off her dress, bra and panties and stood posing to await his pleasure. "He wants you to sit on his face," Sue told her after Mr W couldn't make himself understood to her. "He wants to eat your pussy."

"So long as it's meant figuratively, I think it might be a pleasure," Lyn sniggered.

He looked a bit put out at the snigger, but laughed aloud when Sue gave a translation, assuring Lyn that he wouldn't actually eat her. She made much of looking relieved and he laughed again, grunting happily when she lowered her snatch to his mouth and he began lapping lustily as she played with her nipples to add to her pleasure.

It was very stimulating and she came in a few minutes, making way for Sue who'd been sucking his cock, moving backward on her knees to sit in his lap and engulf his dick in her warm vagina. She grasped Sue's firm boobs as the other woman rolled and twisted her hips excitedly over his face, offering aquivering-lipped mouth over her shoulder for Lyn to kiss fervidly.

Sue too came fairly quickly and stretched out alongside him to caress and stroke them both with her experienced fingertips and palms, adding to their pleasure as they undulated their hips to slide his cock within her unctuous love pouch. His cadence increased as she tried everything she could imagine to tighten her sheath around his slim dick, something he apparently enjoyed if the sounds he emitted were any guide to his feelings. Each time her neat bottom rose his hips thrust smartly upward with sufficient force to cause a muffled clap where their perspiring bodies came together.

"Oh, oooh, oooh," Lyn gasped to let him know that her orgasm was imminent.

"Hei, hei!" he agreed passionately before ramming his hips hard upward to squirt his hot semen into her womb and trigger a surprisingly strong finale in Lyn.

He was very fit and she feared fractures or suffocation in the tightness of his embrace as they convulsed delightedly in mutual orgasm, their sweaty forms locked together as one until his muscles relaxed sufficiently for her to breathe freely once more.

Eventually his sticky dick sagged from her drooling quim and she held her labia together to retain their fluids as she headed for the bathroom.

As she bathed her crotch she noticed that there was another large mirror on the wall behind the en suite door, at right angles to the one in the bedroom and having a two centimetre, circular hole near the edge, half way up. She pretended not to have any interest in it and, after a quick squirt with a perfume atomizer, rejoined the other two on the waterbed. "He wants us to have sex together, you and me, to get him up again. Is it okay with you? I've never done it, but the idea doesn't worry me, having it off with you in this situation, I mean," Sue gabbled nervously, obviously not wanting to be seen as one who had limits.

Sue stood and they held each others buttocks as they kissed deeply, their hips rotating gently together, breasts flattening against each other's between their tightly pressed bodies. Lyn leaned back slightly and brushed her nipples across her friend's before Sue giggled at the pleasure that it imparted.

"That's lovely, Lyn," she sighed. "Truly great."

She pulled Sue down on to the bed where they kissed before Lyn reversed her position to approach her newest lover from the top of her head, kissing her once more before moving forward to allow mutual nipple sucking. Moving further forward she paused as they kissed and tongued belly-buttons and Sue knew what was to come then, holding her hairless vulvar lips wide apart as Lyn tongued her tingling clitty to have her jerking with pleasure.

Having never seen a snatch, not even her own, at that angle or that close, Sue was a bit hesitant, but stuck out her tongue to taste it anyway. It wasobviously not entirely off-putting, so she poked and prodded at it with her tongue before covering the whole vulva with her mouth and extending her wet tongue as deeply down Lyn's hole as she could manage.

Mr W stood stroking his prick, but after ten minutes it was still looking rather sad and droopy so Lyn signalled to her friend that she'd had an idea, taking Sue by the hand and leading her to the bathroom. He looked somewhat bemused as they left him, but expected that they'd come up with an entirelysatisfactory amusement for him.

Lyn pulled the wall mirror with her finger in the hole, opening it like a door to reveal a very startled Ms Tanaka operating a big video camera, with her hand down her pants. They hauled her out of there as she protested in a squeaky voice, in English, over to the bed where they quickly got her clothing off to reveal a young girl's body. Her skin was as white and shiny smooth as polished ivory, her trimmed black muff surprisingly bushy and her vulva very red from her manual stimulation, a fact not lost on Mr Watanabe, as things transpired.

She wriggled and squealed as the other women held her down and kissed her until she ceased struggling. Lyn went down on her pussy, sucking with great enthusiasm until Ms T suggested that she'd like to try Sue's snatch, all of three of them then arranging themselves in a triangle for mutual cunilingus. As both women held her, Mr W knelt between T's legs, leaned over her and introduced his love wand to her slippery snatch, entering her easily with one shove.

Her wriggling and protestations ceased when he developed a regular rhythm of love, embracing him firmly and rolling her slim hips enthusiastically as he thrust his cock manfully into her avid cunt.

When they'd finished, all four enjoyed an orgy of sensuality on the great bed, each being intimate with each of the others for an extended period. Ms T, her given name was Kiko, chatted with Lyn while Sue was fucking her boss, saying that it was the first time she'd had sex in a hotel since marrying. Apparently she and her best friend at college had, as a bit of fun, got chatting to middle-aged businessmen an a 'telephone club' where they talked about sex, eventually becoming quite provocative, even pornographic. They'd eventually agreed to meet guys near 'love hotels', but merely watched them from a distance to see what they looked like.