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A Chance to Advance

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Story codes: MF, MMF, FF, FFF, Cons, GB, NC, Exhib.

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


It kind of started yesterday. Brad came home from work and it was
obvious that there was something on his mind. He was distracted
and at times he almost seemed like he was mad about something. He
kept insisting that there was nothing wrong, nothing bothering
him, but there was.

Brad was my first and only boyfriend. We grew up next door to
each other in an older, quiet neighborhood in a medium sized town
in the Midwest. We really pissed off both sets of our parents
when we got married. I was only sixteen and Brad was eighteen and
just about to leave for college.

We had been friends since we were infants, but we had fallen in
love when I was fourteen and he was sixteen. We were not allowed
to date, of course. I was not to be allowed to date until I was
sixteen, and the boy that I wanted to date was two years older
than me, so even though my parents knew and liked Brad, dating
him would have been out of the question. 

But we spent all of our time together and as long as we didn't
call it a date our parents didn't say anything. Long before we
became sexually active, I used to give him little "shows" at
night. My bedroom window faced his across our driveways and I
would frequently "forget" to close my blinds at night when I got
ready for bed. Every time was exciting, but I will never forget
that first time.

I had gone to my room to get ready for bed and as usual I went
towards the window to close my blinds. I saw Brad in his room
across the way and the idea just hit me. I have no idea where it
came from even. I will admit that I sometimes played with my
eager little pussy at night and thought of what it would be like
to be seen naked by a boy, especially by Brad. But I didn't think
about really doing it! 

But this night I moved around my room and thought about what it
would be like. I avoided looking at my window or even moving
close to it. I made believe that I didn't see Brad across the
way, watching me. I fiddled around in my room, trying to work up
the nerve, and finally I started undressing. I didn't undress
like I was doing it for him. I attempted, as much as possible, to
undress the same way that I did every night. 

I took off my t-shirt and tossed it on the bed. Then I took my
shorts off and walked around in my underwear for a moment. I
finally got the nerve to take off my bra and stood with my back
to the window and reached behind my back and unhooked it. When I
turned around to drop it on the bed I saw that Brad had turned
his light out and I knew that he was sitting in the dark watching
me. I dropped my bra on the bed and massaged my breasts; they
always enjoyed that first moment or two of freedom when they were
released from captivity. 

I could almost feel Brad watching me as I slid my plain, pink,
nylon panties off and dropped them on the bed with the rest of my
clothes. Then I went to my dresser and bent over and pulled out
clean underwear and pulled them on and finally I dug out a
sleep-shirt and put it on. I put my clothes in the hamper and
then got on my bed. As I lay down my panties were exposed and I
lay there like that for a little while, making believe that I was
reading. But I couldn't concentrate; I was much too excited to
read. 

That was the first time. After that I did it every night. I used
to get so aroused, slowly undressing in front of that window,
knowing that Brad was watching and imagining what was going
through his mind, what affect watching me was having on him. I
would take off my clothes and move around my room, dragging out
the time I spent naked as much as possible. 

I knew that he was watching, and he knew that I knew. And it was
terribly exciting for both of us. I don't know if that is why now
we are both still so fond of, and still enjoy my exhibitionism. I
really can't say if I was putting on those shows because I am an
exhibitionist, or if I became an exhibitionist because I so
enjoyed putting on those shows for him. Whatever the reason,
exhibitionism is still a part of our sex lives now, nearly eight
years later.

We didn't mention those little shows at first. I was too
embarrassed to talk about them the first few times. But after
that first show, when we met outside to walk to school together
the next morning, Brad was all over me. When we finally did start
to talk about it, it seemed like I was more embarrassed talking
about it than actually doing it. But once the initial nervousness
was gone, we enjoyed talking about it too, joking about it,
kidding about how hot it made us, and reliving it as we walked to
school.

It was months later, after Brad finally got a car, that we
started moving towards the inevitable sex act. First there were
the many evenings spent kissing and touching. I found that I
loved being touched. It was every bit as exciting as I had
imagined that it would be. And I loved touching him. I knew a lot
of girls that were put off by a guy's dick. They didn't want to
see it or touch it or they were really intimidated by it. I had
only seen Brad's, and I loved it. I loved the way it looked and
the way that it felt, and before long I loved the way that it
tasted. I felt sorry for those girls that didn't know what they
were missing.

It was months before we actually had intercourse in the back seat
of his car. We were both eager, but nervous. He didn't want to
hurt me, I didn't want to be hurt, and neither of us wanted me
pregnant, at least not yet. We both hated the idea of rubbers, so
I found out what I would have to do to get on the pill and I went
to a family planning clinic and they tried very hard to talk me
out of it, since I wasn't even fifteen yet, but in the end they
gave me a prescription without notifying my parents. For the next
year and a half we put that poor little pill to the test, big
time! Every chance we got we had sex. If his parents weren't home
we used his bed, if my parents weren't home we used my bed, but
mostly we used his back seat, which is probably the worst place
in the world to have sex, so you know it was true love.

Shortly after Brad and I were married, he went away to Notre Dame
on a full scholastic scholarship and I finished high school.
After I graduated, two years later, I went to Middlebury College,
also on a full scholarship.  I did all of those things necessary
to work my way towards a degree. I suppose that I rounded out my
education. But since I had never actually planned to have a
career it served no other purpose, except I suppose to better
prepare me to hold my own in a conversation with the new circle
of friends that Brad and I began to accumulate as time went on. 

When he had graduated, Brad had been hired by J.A.M. Aluminum. He
had taken the job, in part because it was a wonderful job with a
lot of potential for advancement, but mostly because he would be
near to me in Middlebury and we would, for the first time in our
two year marriage, be able to live together as man and wife.

It was a very exciting time. I was a good student and I had
always liked school. So I was able to do very well without
putting too much time or effort into it. We had a very active
social life. His office seemed to have a lot of executive parties
and get-togethers, formal and informal, and they were a nice
bunch of people. We enjoyed them a lot. According to Brad, I made
a very good impression on his co-workers. 

Brad is very handsome, and I am not just saying that because I
love him. He is also very intelligent, and an extremely
personable young man. He was very highly thought of at work and
he was obviously on the fast track. 

For the first two years we had two sets of friends. We had his
friends at work and my friends from school. We had very few
friends that crossed over. Our friends from J.A.M. were a bit
older and more mature. Our friends from school were, well, let me
be generous and say slightly less mature.

But we enjoyed being with both sets of people and our social life
was pretty active. There was something that we did, twice
actually, with my school friends, that we never even considered
with the people from Brad's job. We had threesomes. Well, we did
it more than twice, but we only did it with two people.

The first time it was sort of an accident. We had thrown a party
at our house. As usual, I had been wearing something sexy and
revealing and flirting with all the guys all night. Brad was so
horny from watching me, and I was so horny from doing it, that we
couldn't wait for the party to end and all the guests to leave.
We had snuck upstairs and we were making out on our bed while the
party was still going on. 

It was several minutes before we realized that we were being
watched. A good friend of ours, Bob Usher, had been unable to
wait for the bathroom downstairs to open up, so he had come up to
use the upstairs bathroom. When it, too, had been occupied, he
had come down to our bedroom and used our master bathroom. We had
rushed into our bedroom and started going at it, not realizing
that anyone was in our bathroom.

When Bob opened the door after he finished in the bathroom, he
saw Brad and I doing some serious making out. My breasts were
exposed and my skirt was up to my waist and Brad was eating me
out, only minutes away from getting on top of me and giving me
the good pounding that I really needed right then.

I saw Bob before Brad did. But for some reason I didn't freak
out. In fact, I just smiled at him. Brad saw my reaction and then
he saw who I was smiling at. He stopped eating me long enough to
smile at Bob too. Bob took that as permission, I guess, because
he didn't leave. He moved closer and stared at my exposed body. I
can't explain why we all did what we did next, so I won't try. I
will just try to describe it.

I was already very excited from flirting and showing off all
evening. And now Brad was eating my sopping wet pussy and we were
both getting off on the idea that a friend of ours was standing
at the edge of the bed watching closely.

I reached out and took Bob's hand and pulled him closer and he
bent down and started kissing me and touching my breasts. It was
the first time anyone but Brad had touched my breasts, or seen
them close up. I immediately had an orgasm from all of the
stimulation, but Brad just kept on eating me. 

Bob kept kissing me and soon he was kissing and sucking my
nipples and without even thinking I reached out my hand and
started rubbing his cock through his pants. I had never touched
any cock but Brad's, and the very idea of it was extremely
exciting. I was holding a friend's cock in my hand while he was
kissing my tits and my husband was eating my pussy and watching
me! How fucking hot is that!

There was no plan. Neither of us knew that this was going to
happen. It was just happening and it was exciting and we were
thinking with our sex organs and just going with it. 

I started struggling with Bob's zipper, trying to get his cock
out, and without removing his lips from my nipple he reached down
and unfastened his belt and his pants and slid them out of the
way, his shorts along with them.

I reached down again and put my hand around that hot, soft flesh
of his steel hard cock and using it as a handle I pulled him up
onto the bed and guided him close enough that I could see, and
then taste him. He straightened up, but his hand never left my
breasts and I hungrily took him into my mouth. While I sucked the
first cock I had ever sucked that was not Brad's, I was looking
my husband right in the eyes and I saw that he was just as
excited as I was about it, although I was so fucking turned on
right then that I probably could not have stopped if he had
looked upset.

But he wasn't upset, he was very turned on. He stopped eating me
and quickly wrestled his pants and his underwear off and then he
got back on the bed and lifted my legs and started fucking me
violently. And it was fantastic!

I came as soon as his cock entered me, and I kept cumming while
he was fucking me and I was sucking Bob's cock like a crazy
woman. Bob was picking up speed in my mouth and Brad was
squeezing one of my tits and Bob was squeezing the other and I
was looking up at the two, strong, handsome men that were fucking
me and having one wonderful orgasm after another.

Bob came first. He filled my mouth with his cum and I was
surprised at how much different it tasted than Brad's cum. But it
didn't taste bad and it was very exciting. I like it when Brad
cums in my mouth. Cum is not the most delicious thing in the
world, but the idea of having a man cum in my mouth is almost
enough to make me cum just thinking about it.

I was moaning around Bob's cock while he emptied his balls into
my mouth and he was holding my head tight with one hand and
squeezing the hell out of my tit with the other and then, after I
swallowed. I just held his cock in my mouth until Brad came in my
pussy a minute later.

After Brad had filled me with cum he stayed buried in my pussy
until he was soft and then he stretched out beside me and Bob
stretched out on the other side of me and Brad pulled my face
close and kissed me passionately while Bob ran his hands lightly
over my body. 

When we broke the kiss I looked him in the eye, looking for any
sign of regret, jealousy, whatever. I saw none of that. He
relaxed beside me and his hand joined Bob's in gently teasing my
body while the three of us talked quietly.

None of us was stone sober, but none of us had had so much to
drink that alcohol could take the entire blame for what had
happened. But as we talked, it became obvious that there was no
blame. We had all enjoyed it and there were no hard feelings or
even any discomfort or embarrassment. It had been an accident,
but a very exciting one. We had all enjoyed it.

I was starting to get turned on again and I tried to tell them
that if they didn't stop what they were doing with their hands
that I would not be responsible for whoever got raped next.

The guys laughed and Brad said, "I don't think it would be fair
to let Bob leave here without trying out some of that hot pussy
of yours. I would hate it if he got the impression that I was a
bad host."

I had been holding both men's soft cocks in my hands while they
caressed my breasts and my dripping pussy and both were getting
hard again. 

I looked at Brad and asked, "Honey, are you sure? The blowjob was
a wonderful accident. If I fuck him it is going to be on
purpose."

Brad smiled and said, "I just learned that I love watching you in
action. But you have to promise not to hurt him."

Bob was fully hard now and he said, "I'm not afraid. If you would
prefer though, I can make it look like an accident. I could
pretend to fall down and make believe that I didn't know that she
was there."

I grinned and pulled him closer and kissed him and then pulled
him up on top of me. I reached down and lined his cock up and it
was so exciting, having a cock that wasn't Brad's enter my pussy
for the first time. I was already turned on from all of the
touching and I had my first orgasm almost in just a few short
minutes of violent thrusting.

Brad started kissing me while Bob was fucking me and both of them
were teasing my breasts again and it is a good thing that one of
them was kissing me at all times, because I was screaming into
first Bob's mouth and then Brad's mouth and the people that were
still at the party would have been running up the stairs, looking
for the woman being murdered, if they weren't suppressing my
screams with their lips.

Bob came again, surprisingly quickly since I had just sucked him
off, and I had several more orgasms while he fucked me. As soon
as he pulled out of me and rolled to his side I got up and sucked
Brad to a second orgasm, which was also very quick in coming. I
guess there was no denying that he enjoyed the show.

We all rested for a moment after I sucked Brad off. Then I got up
and went to the bathroom and cleaned up while the guys went back
to the party. After I had let two men's cum drain out of my pussy
into the toilet and washed myself off and brushed my teeth, I
went back out and sat on my bed to rest for a minute to get my
composure back. I could smell the sex in the room. And I was not
getting myself much more composed as I sat there smelling the
smell of cum in the air and picturing what had just happened,
replaying it in my dirty mind. I wished that Brad had waited for
me; I was ready to go again!

I finally got up and went downstairs. I found Brad and Bob
together having a drink and as I approached Brad handed me a
drink that he had all ready for me. I sipped the drink and
thanked him. Then I kissed both men and started circulating
through the remaining guests. 

It was starting to get late and some of the few remaining guests
were pretty drunk so I arranged for them to either get a taxi or
camp out somewhere in the house until they sobered up enough to
drive back to campus or where ever they lived. It was another
hour before things were quiet and everyone was either gone or
down for the night. The only people left standing were Bob, Brad
and me. 

I knew that Bob was not too drunk to drive, and I wondered if he
and Brad had decided to go for a rematch. I didn't have to wonder
how I felt about that idea. It was late and I was tired. But I
was not too tired to try to recapture the excitement of what we
had done an hour or so ago. 

I saw Brad and Bob put their drinks down and Brad went to the
door and locked it. Then they came over to where I was starting
to clean up and Brad put his arms around me and said, "Leave that
for tonight. Bob has agreed to stay and help us clean up in the
morning."

I kissed Brad and then I grabbed both of them by the belt and
pulled them to the stairs. I didn't have to pull hard. As I
climbed the stairs, a step in front of them, I felt each of them
put a hand on my leg and work it up under my dress until each of
them was holding a cheek by the time we got to the top of the
stairs. It was a wonderfully sexy sensation.

This time, when we were safely locked in our bedroom, we all
undressed and did it right, although I think the first time was
the most exciting. The first time for everything is usually the
most exciting, isn't it?

The next day, true to their word, the two guys helped me clean
up, as did one of the girls that had passed out in one of our
spare bedrooms. It only took a couple of hours. Trust me; a
couple of hours to clean up after twenty drunken college kids,
that's making good time! Then I made breakfast for the four of us
and then, finally, everyone had gone, it was just Brad and me.

We didn't know quite what to say to each other. We both realized
that we had enjoyed it tremendously. We both knew without having
to say it that there were no hurt feelings, no jealously. What we
didn't know was where do we go from here? Did we want to do it
again? Did we want to do it with someone else? I know it is
wrong, but I had serious reservations about doing it with another
girl. I know, that was so not fair to Brad. But not only did Brad
understand, he insisted that he was happier with the arrangement
that we had last night. He claimed that he didn't want all the
pressure of having to satisfy two women. But we both realized
that I was the more exhibitionistic, and he the more voyeuristic.
And we knew that that was a large part of the enjoyment we got
out of what had happened.

This all took place near the end of my sophomore year. We had
another threesome later that year with Bob. But then he started
getting serious about a girl he had been dating and didn't want
to screw it up. We are still friends with Bob, and still see him
and the girl who is now his wife, Karen. But it is strictly a
platonic relationship now. 

It was almost a year before we had another threesome. This time
we had invited a friend over to watch a DVD one evening. We had
dinner and a bottle of wine, but no one was under the influence.
The movie had been pretty hot and the conversation started
getting kind of sexy. Brad and I had seen where things were
going, but I think that it came as a big surprise to Jim when it
started to go beyond the flirting stage. 

He was nervous at first, not as self assured as Bob had been.
Maybe because he was more sober than Bob had been, or maybe
because he was almost a virgin. But he learned a lot that night!
I had moved into his lap and started teasing him. He had been
afraid that Brad would get upset and kick his ass, but when it
finally sank in that Brad was a willing audience, things moved
along pretty fast. He was not as good as Bob, not at first. I
think because he lacked the confidence. But by the time he left
that evening he had gained a lot of confidence. 

After that night he came back several times to watch DVDs.
Whether there was one to watch or not! And each time it was
better. 

Still, even though we enjoyed the hell out of what we were doing,
we had to be careful, especially with Brad working his way up the
corporate ladder. My reputation was pretty important. And I
suppose we were both afraid that if we did it too often it would
lose its thrill. At least that was what we told ourselves. So we
only did it with those two guys. We didn't do it at all in my
senior year.

Then came graduation and we settled down. I became the good
little corporate wife. I did some volunteer work in town. I had
always been into gymnastics and dance, and I continued taking
classes and though I was a little too tall to be competitive, I
was 5'8" and 115 lbs and just barely a B cup, I enjoyed both
activities and kept at them. I have long legs and the exercise
keeps me limber and slender. I can still get into some pretty
exciting positions!

I have also volunteered to help out with company functions and I
had gotten to meet a lot of the senior staff at the plant. I had
received some pretty interesting propositions from some of them
too. So I was aware that a lot of the senior vice presidents
where Brad worked were a bunch of horn dogs. 

That brings me back to what was bothering Brad for the last two
nights. When he came home from work that second evening and he
was still obviously upset about something I started to get
worried. I knew that he loved his job and it concerned me that
something at work was troubling him this much. I made him a
special dinner and we had a good bottle of wine and after I
cleared off the table we sat and talked while we finished off the
wine.

Brad and I had always told each other everything, and I didn't
want him to feel that he had to protect me from whatever it was
that was on his mind. Finally I convinced him that whatever the
problem was we could solve it better together and then he
wouldn't have to worry about protecting me, a concept I wasn't
that fond of to start with.

Brad paused for a second and then he said, "I have been offered a
promotion and a very large raise."

I looked at him, really confused now, and said, "Yeah, I can see
where that would be a problem. You aren't going to stand for that
are you?!"

He laughed at that and took his last sip of wine. Then he got up
and said, "This is going to be a two bottle of wine evening. Hold
that thought."

He went to the cabinet and got out another bottle and opened it.
He set it down to let it breathe for a few minutes and then he
said, "I have been offered a junior vice president's position. If
I accept it my salary will more than double, with bonuses and
perks it will more than triple. We will have a company Cadillac,
a new one every year, stock options, company trips, use of the
company jet. My salary will be more than we can spend and the
work, the job that they are offering is so exciting that it gives
me a hardon!"

I waited for the "but" to come, because I knew there was a big
one coming. But it was obvious that he didn't even want to talk
about it. I finally had to ask. "That all sounds wonderful baby,
so what are you not telling me? What is the catch?"

Brad took a deep breath and said, "EPOD is the acronym that they
use for it."

He was apparently going to make me drag this out of him. But
before I finally got impatient and asked he continued.

"EPOD, Executive Pussy on Demand. If I accept the position, you
will have to agree to become a member of a secret society of
junior vice president's wives. You will be more or less a call
girl. Any member of the senior staff will be able to have you, at
any time and at any place that they desire. They can call you
into the office and fuck you there, or drop by the house any
time, day or night and fuck you here. Not only that, but there
will be regular parties, well, orgies actually, where you will be
nothing more than a party favor, you and the other wives. You
would also be used from time to time to sweeten deals with
clients."

I was surprised to find that I had two immediate reactions to
what my husband had just told me. The first, and more appropriate
response, was shock, dismay, maybe even anger. But I was
embarrassed to find that I was also aroused by the concept. I
don't mean panting, tear my clothes off horny, but as I listened
to him tell me what would be required of me I recognized that
little tingle between my thighs. The concept, in the abstract at
least, struck me as quite erotic. 

I could just imagine being available to the half dozen older
senior vice presidents, and the company president, as well as the
occasional client. Imagine it as in fantasize about it, not that
I could imagine myself actually doing it.

I gratefully accepted when Brad poured us each another glass of
wine. Finally I asked, "When were you going to tell me about
this?"

He looked at me as if to say, "That's a stupid question!" But
what he said was, "I wasn't going to tell you!"

"What happens if you tell them no?" I asked.

Brad shrugged and said, "Nothing, I guess. I don't the promotion,
or the raise, and life goes on."

"But what about when some other position opens up? Will you still
be considered?" I asked.

He shrugged and said, "I don't know. Mr. Kennedy told me
yesterday that the primary reason that I had been offered the
position was that my work merited a raise and I was more than
qualified. I was not being offered the job merely because all of
those dirty old men wanted to get in your pants. That was just a
big plus."

"How many other wives are there in EPOD," I asked.

"Three," he answered, "Carol Mitchum, Madison Scott, and Grace
Davis. You have met Grace."

"Grace Davis! Are you sure? She has been married to Tim for ten
years but she still acts like a fucking virgin!" 

Brad nodded and said, "Yeah, I was surprised at all three of them
actually. I mean, they are all lookers. Well, not as hot as you.
And they are all at least ten years older than you. And except
for Grace I suppose I can picture them going along with it, but
not their husbands. Jeff Mitchum and Carl Scott are two of the
biggest stuffed shirts that I know. Tim is kind of a wimp. I
suppose that I can imagine him going along with it. I just can't
imagine how he got Grace to go along."

I laughed and said, "Maybe she just wanted something she wasn't
getting at home."

Brad smiled and shrugged again.

I asked, "So you weren't going to tell me? Does that mean you
won't consider it?"

Brad looked shocked that I would even ask. "Do you mean that you
would consider it?!"

"I don't know," I answered. "To be honest, when you were telling
me what is required of the girls in EPOD I kind of got a tingle
out of it. Just the concept, mind you, not that I actually
considered doing it. It could have been just the wine."

I could see that Brad had not anticipated this turn in the
conversation. He was studying me now, trying to decide what I was
thinking.

I said, "Don't look at me like that. I can see you trying to read
my mind. I don't even know what I am thinking." I really didn't,
either. I had met all of the senior vice presidents. Several of
them had made passes at me, but in a friendly, flirty way, the
kind that you can say no to and just pass it off as a joke. And I
hadn't been offended. In fact, I had been kind of flattered.

"How much of a raise did you say?" I asked.

He looked at me in amazement. Then he answered, "My salary would
be $200,000 a year before bonuses and the value of the other
perks was added in. With stock options and the car and bonuses it
would be well over $300,000 a year."

He looked at me and exclaimed, "You're really thinking about
this!"

I got a little defensive and said, "No, I'm just exploring our
options. I want to know what you know. What if I was considering
it, how would you feel about it?"

He looked at me strangely and said, "I don't know. I never
imagined for a second that you would consider it. I thought you
would be pissed and want me to go kill someone for even
suggesting it!"

"How long would I have to be in EPOD?" I asked. 

The expression on Brad's face was starting to change now. He had
not even considered accepting. Probably because he never believed
that I would even consider it. Now he could see that I was at
least considering it. It was, after all, a very large sum of
money to pass up.

He said, "I suppose that you would have to remain in EPOD until I
was promoted to senior vice president. Most of the men holding
that job now are in their mid to late fifties or early sixties.
But they might decide to work until they are seventy for all we
know. And there are three other junior vice presidents in front
of me for promotion. You could be fucking those horny old men for
fifteen or twenty years!"

I thought about that for a moment and then I asked, "But as long
as we didn't fuck up, you would be pretty much guaranteed a
promotion to senior VP, right?"

"Yes," Brad answered. "I suppose so."

"What would you think of me if I said maybe we should talk about
it some more, maybe we should consider it?" I asked him.

Brad gulped down the last few sips of his wine and poured another
glass for both of us. But he didn't answer. He suddenly got
thoughtful, actually thinking about it for the first time.

After a few minutes he turned to me and said, "You know that you
would be nothing more than a call girl. The client list would be
pretty small, but still, Mr. Kennedy could come by the house
anytime, night or day and tell you to undress and fuck you, right
in front of me if he wanted to. That doesn't bother you?"

I was embarrassed by my answer, but I had to be honest about this
now, or we would never come to a decision we could both be
comfortable with. I hesitated and then I said, "You know what I
was thinking about? I was remembering our threesomes with Bob and
Jim. I know what you are thinking, this would be different. But
they were some pretty exciting times. And we didn't have any
regrets. You enjoyed watching me fuck both of them. And that was
just sex, just recreational sex."

"But to be honest," I continued, "even though the money and the
perks are exciting, that is not what made my stomach flip when
you were telling me about it. You make a very good salary now. I
wouldn't be doing it for the money."

"We have to decide how you would feel about me if I agreed to
this before I can even begin to make up my mind. If you can't
still love me, then like I said, your current pay check is just
fine with me. We have everything we want or need right now. If
you thought the idea was hot, and don't try to tell me you don't
get turned on by the idea of me fucking other men, I have seen
you watching when I was doing it! If you thought the idea was hot
and you could still love me and respect me when this is all over,
then I would have a decision to make. If you have even the
slightest doubt, then I don't have a decision to make, you will
have made up my mind for me."

Brad was quiet for a few minutes and then he said, "When Kennedy
first called me into his office and made the pitch, I was really
pissed. I had to really struggle to stay calm and not get up and
rearrange his face. We had that talk just before I got off work
yesterday. You noticed how upset I was."

I nodded.

"But last night," he continued, "when I was laying in bed in the
dark, and most of today when I was thinking about it, it kind of
turned me on. I didn't want to feel that way. Today I was mad at
myself for not being mad at Kennedy. But I wasn't thinking about
whether or not to tell you, or whether or not to accept. I was
thinking about you being their sweet young call girl and having
hot, sweaty sex with you whenever they wanted. And those parties
I told you about, most of the time the husbands are invited. I
would get to watch them with you. But I was thinking about it in
the abstract. I was thinking of the fantasy, not the real
thing."

It was quiet for a while. We sat and sipped our wine and I don't
know what made me do it, but I slid out of my chair and dropped
to my knees in front of Brad and roughly pulled his light jersey
lounging shorts down and off. Then I gave him a loud, raunchy,
slutty blowjob. 

He liked it. He liked it a lot! He came in about three minutes,
and that was a record for him. He usually lasts a very long time.


As soon as he came he smiled down at me and said, "Get your
fucking ass up here slut!" He pulled me to my feet and moved our
glasses and the wine bottle and after removing my terrycloth
shorts he pushed me onto the table on my back, put my legs over
his shoulders and returned the favor. I knew that I was sopping
wet and I was embarrassed at how excited the conversation had
made me. But then I remembered how quickly he had cum in my mouth
and I was starting to think that I was about to become a call
girl. And that thought pushed me right over the edge.

He ate me to several more orgasms and finally I was slumped on
the table in front of him and he was staring at my messy pussy
and lightly moving his fingers over my thighs and my stomach, all
around the area. As he caressed me he was watching my muscles
tremble as I came down off of the sex high. Then he bent down and
kissed my pussy and helped me back into my chair, after spreading
my shorts out so I wouldn't leave a spot. He is so considerate!

I took another sip of wine and asked, "When would I start?"

He chuckled and asked, "Are we really going to do this? We are
taking a big chance, you know. I love you so much, and I would
hate it if you changed. I have never met a call girl, but I have
the impression that they are kind of cold and don't enjoy sex. I
would hate it if you became like that."

"Couldn't I just be a sexy housewife that is getting a little on
the side?" I asked.

After another pause I asked, "What if we agree to do it, and then
we decide we can't handle it?"

Brad said, "I don't know. It would be pretty hard to take a
demotion and go back to doing my old job. They would probably
fill my position right away. I suspect that we would probably
have to leave the company if it didn't work out."

"That would be a shame," I said quietly. "I know how much you
love working there."

Brad looked at his watch and said, "It is time to go to bed.
Let's sleep on it and decide in the morning."

I nodded and got to my feet. My legs were still a little wobbly;
Brad does such a good job with his tongue! I corked the wine and
put it and the glasses up. Then we grabbed our shorts and headed
for bed.

But we couldn't just go to sleep. We were both too wound up. We
sleep in the nude and so there was nothing to get in the way when
he started touching me and kissing me and in no time at all we
were having our own hot, sweaty sex. I came several times before
Brad did, and when he finally came I was too tired to go clean
up. I thought to myself, "Fuck it, I'll put clean sheets on
tomorrow!" I rolled over and we cuddled and lay in the dark
waiting for sleep to come.

It took me a long time to go to sleep that night. And I could
tell from his breathing that it took Brad a long time too. I know
what was going through his mind though. I lay there with the same
images in my mind, and his hard cock nestled between the cheeks
of my butt.

When the alarm went off in the morning I went down and made
breakfast while Brad showered and dressed. I love to see him when
he comes down in the morning all freshly showered and shaved and
wearing one of those expensive suits. He looks so handsome and so
powerful I always just want to rip his suit off and fuck him half
to death.

He sat down and I brought him his coffee and toast and cereal. We
still hadn't said anything about EPOD, but I think we had both
already made up our minds. I can't say that I wasn't nervous. The
idea of being available for any kind of sex with anyone who wants
me and being unable to say no is both very erotic, and very
scary. But there was a certain degree of humiliation that that
kind of sexual servitude necessarily brought with it that I was
surprised to discover was really turning me on. I didn't think I
was that kind of girl!

Brad ate his breakfast and we tried to act normal. When he had
finished he sat back and sipped his coffee and asked, "So, we are
going to do this thing?"

I smiled and kissed him and said, "It seems like it turns us both
on. It may be that a week from now you will be looking for
another job because we screwed up though, you realize that don't
you?"

Brad said, "I could stand to lose the job. I couldn't stand to
lose you. We have to promise that if it gets to be a problem we
will say something, okay?"

I said, "Okay, but if you don't leave now I am going to be
humping your leg in a few minutes. And you know how that always
stains your suits!"

Brad stood up and said, "So I guess that is not just a yes, but
an enthusiastic yes."

I stood up and we hugged and kissed and as he went to work I went
up to change the sheets on our bed. Then I took a shower and
dressed casually and started cleaning house and doing all that
housewifey stuff.

I am a very intelligent and well educated young woman and people
find it hard to understand that I enjoy being a housewife. Most
of them don't realize just how hard it is to do it well. I love
it. I love keeping our house perfect for my loving husband and
making him great meals and just being there for him. The only
real drawback to the job for me is that I am alone most of the
day. It would be nice to have someone to talk to. I need a
friendly next door neighbor that drops by for coffee every day.

And Brad appreciates what I do and doesn't hesitate to show me.
He brings me flowers and if he has free time at work he calls me
up to say "hi" and "I love you." I could have had a job, but I
never had a burning desire to be anything in particular, and I
get so much satisfaction out of what I do, why would I want to do
anything else? We didn't need the money before; we will need it
even less now."

I was just about to go out and run some errands when the phone
rang. It was Brad calling to tell me that he had talked to Mr.
Kennedy and as of this moment his new telephone extension was
1369. He was in the process of moving into his large new office.
He asked me what I was doing and I told him that I was just about
to leave for the dry cleaners. He suggested that I stop by the
Cadillac dealer and pick out a new car. 

Things were certainly moving quickly! I wanted to wait until we
could go to the car dealer together, but he said that he would be
pretty busy for the next week or so, and he trusted me. Besides,
it didn't really matter what I got. He suggested that I just go
around and look for the most expensive one in the color that I
liked.

I dropped off the cleaning and picked up what I had dropped off
previously and, as usual, flirted with the nice old guy that
owned the shop. I had planned on going to the grocery store and
picking up a roast, but the Cadillac dealer was on the way so I
drove in and looked around. 

I was pounced on immediately and the salesman showed me around. I
picked out a DTS in glacier white with every possible option. I
figured if all of those guys are going to fuck me, it was only
fair that I took this opportunity to fuck them. I explained to
the salesman that my husband worked at J.A.M. Aluminum and that I
was picking out his company car. I was taken inside and they were
already expecting me. I was told that I could pick the car up in
an hour and the papers would be ready to sign when I came back.

I walked out and went to the grocery store having just spent a
small fortune, and it had really been fun! The sticker price of
that car was very nearly what my husband had been making a year
until today. 

I did my shopping and I put the meats and dairy products in a
cooler in the trunk. Then I stopped at a store called Sweet
Nothings to spice up my wardrobe. A pretty redhead, her hair was
almost the same shade as mine, greeted me when I came in and I
told her that I need to change my image a little. She looked at
my figure and the way I was dressed and then she led me around
the store and picked out a dozen sexy outfits and the underwear
to go with them. I tried them on and she approved
enthusiastically of most of them. I tended to like what she was
picking out and I bought all of the ones that she liked. She also
helped me pick out a couple of nearly obscene bathing suits. 

I followed her to the register and I wasn't even phased at the
several hundred dollars that it all cost. I would find out later
that I would be given a credit card to buy all of my clothes
with. I probably should have waited, but we were making so much
money now that it really didn't matter.

I went back to the Cadillac place and picked up the new car after
signing only a few pieces of paper and then I nervously drove it
home. I was planning on coming back later with Brad to pick up
our car, but not long after I got home, someone from the dealer
delivered it to my driveway! You don't get that kind of service
from the Chevy dealer!

I took my groceries inside and put them away and I laid my new
outfits out on the bed and then I waited anxiously for time to
start supper. I had nothing else to do and it was still early
afternoon. 

Well, I thought that I had nothing else to do. It turned out that
I had something to do after all. My doorbell rang at a little
before two in the afternoon and when I opened the door, there was
Mr. Kennedy!

My legs immediately got weak, but I smiled and stepped aside to
let him in. He put his arm around my shoulder and led me into the
living room and said, "Jan, I must confess that I have been
looking forward to this for a very long time. I could not
possibly wait another moment. I was starting to fear that your
husband would say no to our offer. I assure you that I would have
been very disappointed."

When we were in the living room he stepped back and looked at me,
or I suppose leered at me is more appropriate. He managed to
raise his gaze up to my eyes for just long enough to say, "That's
a beautiful car that you picked out. You have excellent taste."

I smiled and thanked him. I asked him he would like something to
drink and he declined. Instead he asked me if I would lead the
way to my bedroom. 

I said, "Right this way sir," and turned to go to the stairs. 

As I did he said, "When it is just the two of us, please call me
Gene."

I smiled and took his hand and said, "Okay, right this way
Gene."

He paused at the foot of the stairs to let me precede him. I
fully expected feel his large hand on my ass or my thighs as I
led him up the stairs. But he was the perfect gentleman.

I led him down the short hallway to my bedroom and he smiled when
he saw the new clothes on my bed. I said, "Just getting ready, I
have a pretty conservative wardrobe. I thought that I would need
something a little spicier now."

While I was clearing the bed off he told me about the credit card
I would be getting. Then he took the receipt for the clothes I
had just bought and said that he would see to it that Brad was
reimbursed today or tomorrow.

I thanked him and then I waited for some sign of what I should do
next. Gene pulled me close and we kissed and he ran his hands
over me for a few minutes. I was nervous, but I was excited too,
and I tried to let it show when I returned his kiss.

He broke the kiss after a few minutes and ran his hands down over
my hair and said, "I have always had a thing for redheads."

I said, "That's good, because I have always been a redhead. Would
you like to see?"

"I would like that very much, my dear, very, very much."

Gene sat down on the side of my bed and I stood in front of him
and slowly undressed. I was wearing a short, silky wraparound
sundress that had a simple knotted rope for a belt. I struggled
for a moment with the knot, my fingers were shaking. 

I finally got the knot out and let the belt hang loose and the
dress just fell open. I had gotten out of the habit of wearing a
bra. Brad preferred me without, and once I got used to it, so did
I. I shrugged my shoulders and the dress slid down and I dropped
it onto a nearby chair. I was wearing only a thong now. I usually
wear a bikini or briefs, but I had been feeling sexy after last
night and the thong seemed to fit my mood.

I stood in front of Gene in my thong and turned around slowly.
Then I slid the thong off and tossed it on top of my dress. I
moved closer and it was obvious that Gene approved of my body. He
was grinning like crazy and he had a very large looking tent in
his pants. 

He moved his hands over my body greedily. I was a little afraid
that he would be disappointed in my breasts, but he obviously was
not. He was a little rough, but it felt good. 

I waited to see what he would want to do. Mr. Kennedy was the
most senior of the senior vice presidents, but he was not the
oldest. I would estimate his age to be between fifty-five and
fifty-eight. He was about 6'2", maybe 200 lbs, and in pretty good
shape. He had what are normally referred to as "rugged good
looks." His hair was silver and he was very distinguished
looking. I found him to be quite attractive. He was one of the
men that had made a pass at me earlier, and when I had said no it
was because that was what I was supposed to do. I was attracted
to him.

It occurred to me that this would have been a lot harder if we
had not had those threesomes with Bob and Jim a few years ago. I
had really loosened up a lot thanks to those two guys. And then I
thought how sad it was that Brad couldn't be here to watch us
now. But then, when he got home I would tell him everything that
happened, in graphic detail, so that it would be as much like he
was here as I could make it.

As Gene continued to explore my body I stepped closer and put my
arm around his neck and said, "This is a first for me, Gene. You
are going to have to tell me what you want me to do."

He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth, and
after gently biting down he did the same to the other. I felt the
shocks travel through my stomach directly to my clit and I
shuddered in excitement. 

Then he pulled back and said, "I like your attitude. I suspect
you are going to be very good at this, and I look forward to many
more of these little get-togethers."

He gently moved me back a step and stood up and started to
undress. I took each item of his clothing from him as he
undressed and I hung them up on a nearby rack that Brad used when
he undressed at night. As he took off his clothes he said, "I was
going to hurry over here and get a quickie blowjob and then go
back to work. But I am afraid that you are just too irresistible.
I have got to fuck you and I can't wait another day."

I smiled and said, "I am honored. But there is no reason why you
can't do both, is there?"

He chuckled and said, "Yes, you are going to work out just fine.
No to be too crude about it, but do you have any idea how long it
has been since I stuck my dick into a twenty-two year old woman?
No, silly question, of course you don't. I don't either to be
honest. But it has been decades. You are obviously beautiful and
sexy, but what you probably don't realize yet is how sexy youth
is once you begin to age. The older I get the sexier youth is.
Your soft skin, your firm body, even your scent is youthful. I
can assure you, young lady, that for the near future at least,
you are going to be very busy. It is going to take longer than it
might normally for your "newness" to wear off."

I had put the last of his clothing aside and I dropped to my
knees in front of him. I took his cock in my hand and I was very
impressed. It was very nice looking, and very hard. I kissed the
tip of it and licked my lips and then I looked up and said, "I'm
in no hurry. New sounds pretty exciting to me." Then I took him
into my mouth and he grabbed my head and groaned loudly and I
started sucking his cock.

After a moment he stopped me and sat back down on the bed. I
stood up and pushed him over onto his back and he slid up and got
comfortable. Then I got on the bed with him and took him back
into my mouth and gave him a blowjob every bit as
enthusiastically as I had for Brad last night. 

He cried out, "Sweet Jesus! God damn girl! I don't know who
taught you how to do that, but you are fucking fantastic!"

I took my lips away from his cock long enough to look back at him
and say, "Self taught." Then I took him back into my mouth. I had
my legs up by his shoulder as I sucked him and his hand was
moving over my ass and between my legs, almost as if they were
moving of their own accord. His eyes were closed and his hips
were moving up to meet my lips and I was soon taking his cock
into my throat. His cock was no longer than Brad's, and slightly
thinner, so it was pretty easy for me.

He started squeezing one of my ass cheeks very hard and swearing
a blue streak and I could tell that he was about to cum. I pulled
my lips back to the head of his cock and used my hand to finish
him off. 

Once he had filled my mouth with cum I straightened up and smiled
at him and showed him that he had, indeed, filled my mouth with
cum. Then I swallowed, noting that this was the fourth man that I
had sucked off, and no two of them had tasted the same yet. I
wondered if pussies had as wide a variety of flavors as cocks
did.

Gene watched, and the pleasure was evident on his face as I
swallowed his load. Then I bent down and licked up the few drops
that had leaked out of his cock as it went soft. I was surprised
when I looked down to see that he was not circumcised. I hadn't
realized it when his cock was hard. Now I saw the big flap of
skin that covered the head of his cock and I explored it, curious
about the difference. I thought that it was kind of sexy. And as
I explored and teased his cock and watched it get hard again I
watched the foreskin disappear. 

"Isn't that neat," I thought, "a cock that does tricks!"

Once he was hard I turned around and straddled his thighs and,
with a little difficulty I sat up and took him into my very, very
wet pussy. I slid down on his cock and sighed with pleasure at
the sensations of a nice hard cock filling me. It is a wonderful
sensation and I doubt if I will ever get tired of it.

I paused for a moment, once his cock was buried in my pussy, and
then I started moving up and down, slowly at first. He watched my
face, and my breasts, but mostly my breasts, as they began to
bounce up and down with my movements. I had to slow down twice; I
even stopped once, as I had a violent orgasm on his hot cock. But
soon I was fucking him hard again and I could see that it would
not be much longer. He started swearing again and at the last
minute he grabbed both of my tits in his hands and squeezed them
and used them to guide my movements as he thrust up into me and
came yet again. His orgasm, and the pressure on my tits, set me
off and I came for the third time.

When we had both cum, I collapsed down onto his hot sweaty body
and he held me there for a moment while he went soft in my pussy.
When I finally felt like my arms and legs were no longer made of
rubber, I got up and I leaned down and kissed his very slimy
cock. It twitched at the touch of my lips and, I felt is eyes on
me, waiting to see what I was going to do.

I don't know why I did it. I had never done it before, not even
with Brad, but I started licking his cock clean and finally I
took it into my mouth and sucked it until all of our juices were
gone. Then I kissed it again and got up and pulled him to his
feet and led him to the bathroom.

I said, "You can't go back to work smelling like me, let's take a
quick shower."

He chuckled and said, "I wish I could keep this scent on me all
day. I would go from office to office and taunt my fellow
workers."

I shook my head and turned the shower on and waited a minute for
the hot water, then I pulled him into the shower and I washed
him, thoroughly. And while I was washing him "thoroughly" he got
hard again, and I dropped to my knees and sucked him to a third
orgasm as he sat on the bench in the shower with the hot water
running over him.

When I had finished he said, "I'll be a son of a bitch! I have
not done that in many years young lady. The first thing that I do
when I get to the office will be to give your husband a bonus.
You have earned it already."

I pulled him back to his feet and licked and kissed his nipples
and said, "That's okay Gene, I enjoyed it as much as you did. Buy
your wife something nice instead."

Gene shook his head in disbelief. Then I rinsed him off and we
stepped out of the shower and I dried him off with a big, soft
fluffy towel.

I helped him dress, and then I led him to the front door, I was
still naked, and I told him how much I enjoyed myself and I
thanked him for being so nice, because I had been really
nervous.

He pulled me close and kissed me and said, "I have no idea how I
will be able to stand the idea having to wait until I can be with
you again. I have never been with such a fantastic, sexual,
sensuous creature in my life, and I have been with quite a few
wonderful women over the years, as you might imagine. Your
husband is a very lucky man Janice. Goodbye."

I kissed him again, a quick goodbye kiss this time, and held the
door for him. He left, finally and I went to the kitchen and made
myself a drink and then sat down and thought about what had just
happened. 

There could be no question that I had enjoyed the hell out of it.
It had been exciting and erotic and I had probably had a half
dozen orgasms. And I didn't feel the least bit guilty. I was only
worried about Brad. His would be the important reaction. If I
told him what happened today and he became upset, that would be a
problem. Somehow though, I didn't think that was going to
happen.

I finished my drink and rinsed out my glass before I finally had
the presence of mind to check the time. It was time to start the
roast and I ended up preparing the entire meal in the nude! 

Just before it was time for Brad to come home I thought about
putting on one of my new slut outfits, or maybe just some of the
underwear, but I decided that he would like me better this way. I
watched the time and had supper on the table and a drink ready to
hand him at the door when I heard him drive up. 

I heard him on the front porch and I threw the door open wide and
greeted him with a smile and a drink and a naked body. It never
occurred to me until after I threw the door open that someone
might have been with him. But they weren't, and he smiled and
took the drink and hugged me and kissed me and we went inside.

He hurried to the bedroom to change into some casual clothes and
I went with him to watch. He reached into his breast pocket and
handed me an envelope. "Mr. Kennedy said to give you this," he
said. 

I didn't have to open it; I knew it was the money for the
clothes. 

As he undressed, Brad said, "I have known that man for several
years now. I have never seen him smile like that before. I think
he likes you."

I was pretty sure that I already knew the answer, but I had to
ask, "What about you Brad? What do you think now that it has
happened?"

Brad took me in his arms again and said, "Let me have your
hand."

I held my hand and he guided it down to the front of his pants
and I found myself holding a very stiff cock. 

He smiled and said, "I have been so anxious to get home and find
out what happened that I was running cars off the road all the
way home. I love you just as much as I did on our wedding day.
No, I probably love you a lot more. I didn't really know you very
well that day. I know you pretty well now, and I love you. I love
everything about you. Now, if you don't tell me what happened
today, well, nothing, but quit teasing me, I am dying to hear
about it!"

"I'm not teasing you!" I exclaimed. "I was worried that you might
be sorry now that it has actually happened. Now hurry up and
change you fucking pervert, supper is ready and I will tell you
over supper."

He swatted at my butt, but I ducked and ran back downstairs and
sat there, naked and excited, ready to tell him everything that
happened.

He was only a minute behind me and as he sat down I asked, "Did
you like the car I picked out?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "What car? I don't care about a
fucking car, talk or get spanked!"

He stood back up and carved the roast and when he was done we
toasted each other and while he started serving himself I started
telling him everything that had happened. I included every detail
that I could remember, every word, every touch, every moan, groan
and orgasm.

I was getting turned on all over again as I told him about it,
and he was getting turned on hearing about it. As soon as we had
finished dinner, and we were eating pretty fast, we put the
leftovers away and rushed to the bedroom. 

I pushed him back onto the bed and I suddenly remembered that I
had not changed the sheets or washed the bedspread. I wondered if
he would notice. As I got up on the bed and started sucking his
rock hard cock I heard him sniff the air. He groaned and said, "I
can smell him! I can smell Kennedy from when he took you to our
bed and fucked you!" That was all he could say before he filled
my mouth with cum.

Brad was so horny that he didn't even go soft after his orgasm. I
swallowed his hot load and he pulled me on top of him. He held me
tight and kissed me and then he rolled over on top of me and
plunged his still hard cock into my more than ready pussy and
started fucking me violently.

It was fantastic! I was thrusting back just as hard as he was
driving his cock into me. The sound of our bodies crashing
together filled the room and as he fucked me I started talking,
which is something that I don't normally do during sex. I said,
"God that feels so fucking good! Do you still smell that? Do you
smell Gene's sweat? He was lying right where I am lying now, on
his back staring up at my tits as they swung wildly while I
fucked him. He loved it! He went crazy and came like an animal."
I almost let myself get too distracted, but just as Brad started
to cum I came too. I had lost track of how many times that made
today.

And when he had finally gone soft and rolled off of me I rose to
my knees and kissed him, and then I kissed my way down his sweaty
body to his soft, nasty cock and as he watched in amazement I
licked and sucked his cock and his balls clean. Then I kissed him
on the head of his cock and stretched out beside him, totally
worn out. I had told him that I had done this for Gene, but I had
never done it for him before and he seemed to think it was a
pretty sexy thing to do.

He kissed my lips and said quietly, "Two can play at this game."
Then he got up on his knees and started kissing his way down my
body. I was kind of brain dead at first, it didn't occur to me
what he was doing. When I realized that he was going to put his
face in my well fucked pussy I grabbed the sides of his head and
tried to pull him back up beside me. I begged him not to do that.
The idea of how gross I must be, and the fear of grossing him out
was maybe a little inappropriate, considering what I had just
done for him, but I couldn't help what I was feeling. I didn't
want him to see me, or taste me like that. I was afraid of
looking at his face and seeing distaste, or worse yet, disgust.

But he refused to listen. He pulled away from my hands and as I
begged him not to, he kissed and licked his way down my sweaty
body and then started kissing and licking all around my nasty
pussy.

I closed my eyes and tensed up; waiting for I don't know what,
but his lips and his tongue got closer and closer and finally I
felt is tongue slide through my very messy furrow. I waited for
his reaction, expecting to hear gagging or choking or something.
So I was astounded when after a brief pause he did it again. 

I looked down at him, trying to figure out what had gotten into
him. He was smiling up at me and he paused to say, "You have been
swallowing cum for me for years. And now you are going to be
doing it for my bosses, at my request. I should damn sure have
the balls to do this for you."

I said, "That is sweet Brad, I really appreciate what you are
saying, and what you are doing. But you don't have to do that. It
is different for a guy, I understand that."

"Bullshit!" he exclaimed. "Cum is cum and it tastes the same to
you as it does to me. And anyway, it isn't that bad, especially
when you mix a bunch of pussy juice in with it. I wouldn't want
to do this everyday, but I can handle it if you can. Now lay back
and relax, I am not going to bite you, well, not hard."

Brad licked between my thighs a little longer, and then he
started kissing and licking my clit and before I knew it I was
screaming and pulling his hair and cumming like crazy!

I came more than I ever had before, I could feel it dripping out
of me. But I was so sensitive then that I couldn't stand one more
stroke of his tongue. I grabbed his hair again and pulled him
back up beside me and I laughed when I saw his messy face. I
licked his face clean and then we kissed and held each other
tight for the longest time.

I was just about to fall asleep when I looked at the clock and
saw that it was still so early. We had eaten and then raced to
bed before I could even clean up the dishes. I got up and went to
the bathroom and then I started to dress and go downstairs. 

Brad stopped me and said, "Please don't. I love you like that."

So I curtsied, not easy to do when you are naked, and we went
downstairs naked and he helped me clean up, even though I
insisted that he sit down and let me do my job.

After the dining room was cleaned up and the dishes were in the
dishwasher, I grabbed a large towel and we sat on the couch on
the towel and had a glass of wine. Brad's father had always had a
glass of red wine in the evening, either with dinner or
afterwards. Eventually we got into the habit as well. It was just
a relaxing thing to do after dinner.

We sat together and Brad had his arm around me and we just
enjoyed each other's company for a while. We talked a little more
about my afternoon. Brad had several questions about Gene and how
I had reacted. I was totally honest, I was now not the least
insecure about Brad's reaction to what happened.

I pointed out the keys to the new car on the hall tree, but Brad
said that except on weekends, the car was for me. He would be
picked up in the morning and driven home after work in a company
limo. Whoa! Mister Big Shot!

We finally went to bed and we both slept like logs. No problems
with conscience here!

In the morning we went about our normal routine. I made breakfast
and we had coffee together. The limo picked him up at his normal
leaving time, stretch limo no less! 

After he was gone I had nothing to do but put away last nights
dishes and wash the few morning dishes. Then I went up and made
the bed and while I was doing that the phone rang. I answered,
and despite how great yesterday had been, I was still nervous
about the call.

I picked it up and it was the secretary to Mr. Morris, the
company president. She asked me if I would be able to come to the
office and meet with Mr. Morris in two hours. I told her that I
would be delighted and as soon as she hung up my stomach was in
knots.

I had met all of the vice presidents, but I had never met Mr.
Morris. I had seen him. He was a very stern man who appeared to
be in his mid sixties. Everyone seemed to be afraid of him, or at
least they avoided talking about him to me.

I went upstairs and showered and it occurred to me that I had no
idea what I should wear. I didn't know if I should dress
normally, or more in keeping with my new part time job. I decided
to compromise and wear one of my nicer dresses, and some of the
slutty underwear I had just bought. I got ready and looked in the
mirror. I wish I knew why he wanted to see me. I probably should
have asked. I am in such a strange situation that I have no idea
what is proper.

I went out and got in the new car and it was such a pleasure to
drive that I was able to relax for most of the ride to the plant.
I had been there many times over the years that Brad had worked
here. And each time I had been asked to show my driver's license
at the gate. Not this time! I was waived right in and the guard
even saluted as I drove through!

I drove to the administrative office building and as I was
driving down the line looking for a parking place I passed a
vacant spot not far from the door. I was astounded to see my
husband's name, Brad Pittman, on the reserved parking sign. I
parked in the slot and went inside and a receptionist got up and
escorted me to Mr. Morris' office. 

The people there had always been friendly, but not like now. This
promotion that Brad had gotten must have really moved him into
the upper echelons. I was treated as if I were someone! It kind
of made me uncomfortable. But I was pretty sure I could get used
to it.

I got to Mr. Morris' office fifteen minutes early. His secretary
said, "Mrs. Pittman. Thank you for coming in. My name is Heather.
Mr. Morris is anxious to meet you. He has someone in his office
right now, but if you would have a seat he will be right with
you."

As soon as I was seated in the expensive leather chair she asked
me if she could get me anything and after I declined she sat with
me and made small talk. I asked her if she knew what he wanted
and she smiled and said, "Don't worry; he likes to meet with the
wives of all of his vice presidents and get to know a little bit
about them. Don't let his stern demeanor throw you, he is really
a sweetheart. He is the nicest man I have ever worked for,
honest."

I was not totally convinced, but still, she was reassuring. We
talked about nothing in particular for a few moments and then we
heard someone at the inner door and Mr. Morris was showing
someone out. 

They said goodbye and he spied me sitting with Heather and came
over and with the same dour expression, but a light and friendly
tone to his voice he said, "I assume you are Janice Pittman?"

"Yes sir," I said, "Please, call me Jan."

He nodded and guided me into his office and shut the door. He led
me to a comfortable leather seating area in the corner and asked
if he could get me a drink. I asked for a bottle of water, I was
so nervous that I was having trouble swallowing.

He went to a small refrigerator in the bar area and brought it to
me and sat down nearby. But far enough away that I didn't feel
crowded.

He said, "You are a very beautiful young woman Jan. I have heard
a lot about you. I understand that you graduated from Middlebury
College, that's an excellent school."

I nodded and took a sip of water and waited to see what this was
about.

"Please my dear, relax. I am not nearly as ugly as I look. And
while I can't promise not to bite, I promise not to bite hard."

I smiled and said, "I'm sorry sir, this is all so new to me, this
entire, strange situation."

 He said, "I understand. Just remember that you are not the first
to go through this. We have had EPOD in effect here for nearly a
generation now. We are all used to how strange a situation it is.
We all understand that you will need some time to learn your
responsibilities and adjust to them. Don't be afraid of saying or
doing the wrong thing, whatever mistake you might make has been
made before, I promise you."

"I had a report on you from Mr. Kennedy yesterday afternoon and I
must say that it was quite favorable. I don't think you will have
any problems adjusting to your situation here at all."

I blushed, and he seemed to find that amusing. 

I said, "I didn't even know what to wear when your secretary
called. I bought some sexier clothes to wear after I decided to
go through with this, but I didn't want to come dancing in here
looking all slutty and upset someone. There should be a book of
rules."

He looked at me and said, "You know, that's a good idea. Why
don't you keep it in mind? Make a mental note of your questions
and the appropriate answers, and someday when you are feeling
like it, work something up. It would be helpful, wouldn't it?"

I nodded, and then he asked me if I had any questions. 

I smiled and said, "What should I have worn today?"

He chuckled, but I noticed that he never smiled. "You look lovely
Jan. I wouldn't have you dressed any other way. On the other
hand, none of the gentlemen that might call you and ask you to
come to their offices in the foreseeable future would have a
problem with slutty either."

I smiled shyly and said, "I'm wearing slutty underwear."

I almost thought he was going to smile there for a moment. "Jan,
I am of an age that pretty much all I am able to do now is look,
look and touch. But I do enjoy those pleasures, and if you don't
mind, I would love to see your slutty underwear."

For some reason, I suddenly felt completely at ease with Mr.
Morris now that he had made himself sound a little vulnerable. He
really was a nice man. He was polite and totally non-threatening,
and I was happy to put on a little show for him.

I stood up and moved in front of him and said, "Mr. Morris, I
would love to undress for you."

I reached behind my back and unfastened the catch at the top of
my dress and pulled the zipper down, slowly. I shrugged and it
slid down off my shoulders and I pulled my arms free. Then I
hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed it down over my hips
and bent down and picked it up in as lady-like a manner as
possible. I set it on a chair and stood in front of him in my
lacy bra and panty set and my thigh high silk-look stockings.

I turned around slowly and asked him if he liked my new outfit.
He started to reach out and touch me and then he pulled his hand
back quickly and asked if it was alright if he touched me. I
thought that was strange, he knew that I was now a virtual sex
slave to him and his vice presidents for the foreseeable future.
I didn't understand his hesitation. Perhaps it was generational.
Or maybe he was just a very nice man.

I reached for his hand and pulled it up and placed it on my
breast. As his hand gripped my breast through my tiny little bra
I said, "Mr. Morris! You may touch me anytime you want."

I moved his hand from one breast to the other, and then I guided
him down my flat stomach to my panties. I let him move his hand
over my lacy, silky underwear while I reached behind my back and
unfastened my bra and dropped it on my dress.

I heard his breath catch and I was very proud that someone that
had seen so many attractive women was that moved by my body.

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, "Oh my god, Fran, you
are truly beautiful!"

I guided his hand back up to my breasts and he explored them
eagerly, but gently. His hands were soft and gentle and it felt
very nice, and I told him that.

I let him explore my breasts for a while, and then I bent down
and pushed my panties off. I left the stockings on and stood in
front of him naked but for my shoes and stockings. He had a look
of awe on his face as his fingers trailed down and ran lightly
through my bright red pubic hair for a few minutes, and then
moved lightly to my well lubricated pussy.

I gasped at his touch and said, "Oh Mr. Morris! That feels
wonderful!" And I meant it. He had a very nice touch.

I could have sworn that I saw twitching in his pants as he
touched me and I dropped to my knees and said, "Mr. Morris, I
know you said that you only wanted to look and touch. But even if
you can no longer have an erection, I am sure it would be
pleasurable if you would let me return the favor. My husband says
that I am very talented with my mouth, please let me try."

He said, "It is sweet of you to offer Jan, I appreciate it. But
it has been years, and I have grown tired of the frustration that
usually results from any such attempts. I have enjoyed what we
have done. Perhaps we should just leave it at that."

I had placed my hand on that twitching lump in his pants and I
could feel the heat from it. It just didn't seem possible that he
would settle for looking at me, or touching me. I was determined,
and I begged him for the chance to try. I insisted that, even if
he didn't get an erection, I would love to take him into my mouth
and thank him for all that he has done for Brad and me.

He looked skeptical, but I guess sex is a very difficult thing to
give up on. He stood up and I unfastened his pants and pulled
them and his shorts down to his ankles and then I slipped is
shoes and his pants off and spread his legs wide apart.

I was surprised at the size of his soft cock. It must have been
pretty impressive when he was younger, it was pretty impressive
now! It was the longest that I had seen yet, at least eight
inches and still soft!

I smiled up at him as I moved my hand over his heavy cock and I
said, "It's beautiful! That is the nicest cock I have seen,
though to be honest, I haven't seen that many yet." He ran his
hands down over my long red hair and looked at me longingly; I
could see how much he wished that he could have sex with me. And
I became determined. 

I leaned down and I kissed the head of his cock and then I moved
it out of the way and began to lick his thighs, working my way up
to his balls as he sat back and watched in fascination. I gently
massaged his cock as I licked his balls and then took each one
into my mouth and ran my tongue over it.

He was obviously enjoying it, but still there was only a twitch
running down his big cock. I took his cock in my hands lovingly
and licked it all over, and I was sure that I was starting to see
signs of life. 

He started to tell me that it was hopeless, but I shushed him and
said, "It isn't hopeless, and even if you don't get an erection,
it feels good doesn't it?"

He nodded and I said, "Good, then let me do this, I am enjoying
it."

I could feel him start to relax and I was sure that his cock was
getting larger now. I worked at it, not desperately, but gently
and lovingly. And then I remembered something I had read about in
Cosmo. I lifted his legs and draped them over the arms of the
overstuffed chair he was sitting in and I began to lick up and
down the crack of his now exposed ass. 

As my tongue moved over his asshole he shuddered and gasped and I
moved back and forth over it a few more times before burrowing my
tongue right up inside of him. He was groaning now and muttering
obscenities under his breath. Finally I wet a finger and gently
inserted it into him and began to massage where I assumed his
prostate was located. With my other hand I lowered his legs and I
could see that his cock was more than half hard now!

I took his cock into my mouth and as I gently massaged his
prostate I moved my mouth up and down his very impressive cock
and with a little effort I was able to take an inch or two of it
into my throat. I looked up between his legs and saw that he was
staring at me with the strangest expression on his face, like he
had just seen a ghost!

His cock never got completely hard, but in another couple of
minutes he tensed up and he shot a thin watery stream of cum into
my mouth. I moaned around his cock and worked at it lovingly as
he caught his breath and the muscles in his body began to relax.
When he was done I sat up and gently removed my finger from his
ass and while he stared at me with an expression that was almost
love on his face I sucked my finger clean and then I leaned
forward and kissed his cock and thanked him. 

He looked at me in disbelief and asked, "What are you thanking me
for?!"

"For letting me try," I said, "and for trusting me enough to
relax and let it happen. I am honored that I could bring you so
much pleasure Mr. Morris."

He sat up and pulled me close and hugged me and held me tight for
a long time. Then he said, "Young lady, you will probably never
fully appreciate what you have done for me here today. You are
the most exciting, and yet the sweetest and most refreshing young
lady I have met in nearly half a century. If, at any time, anyone
gives you a hard time here at this company or at any of its
functions, I want you to call me immediately. Do you
understand?"

"Everyone here has been wonderful to me. I am sure that won't be
a problem. But I promise to call you if I need to. But that
doesn't mean that I won't be getting used does it?"

And then he did smile. He bent down and kissed me and said, "You
are truly remarkable. I pray that you are one of those women that
are unchanged by what you will be going through. I have talked to
your husband. I am sure he will be able to handle it. I would
hate to see you change. You are special."

"Does that mean that we can do this again?" I asked.

"You have my word, Janice. Now, as much as I hate to say this,
why don't you get dressed and I will have Heather take you to see
your husband before you leave. Thank you for being so nice to an
old man, my dear."

He had stood up and was getting ready to dress and I hugged him
and said, "Please believe me, I really did enjoy it. You are a
dear, sweet man, just like Heather said. I enjoyed pleasing you
and I am looking forward to doing it many times in the future."

Then I dropped to my knees and helped him with his shorts, after
kissing his cock again, and then I helped him pull on his pants.
Finally he sat back down and I put his shoes on and tied them.
Then I dressed myself, slowly, so that he might enjoy the show.

I grabbed my purse and my bottle of very expensive water and he
called Heather in. She came into the office and started to ask
him what he wanted when she suddenly noticed that he still had a
trace of a smile on his face for the first time since she had
started working for him.

She stopped in mid-sentence and looked at him curiously, then she
looked at me and then back at him. He saw her looking and tried
to stop smiling and couldn't. He finally shook his head and asked
her to take me to Brad's office and then come back to go over
some paperwork he had for her.

She led me out into her office and closed his door and then she
stopped and turned around to face me. I almost ran into her!

She stared at me, apparently speechless, for a moment and then
she said, "I have been working for that man for more than ten
years and I have never seen him smile. Not once, not ever! What
did you do to him?"

I smiled and said, "A lady doesn't tell."

She stared at me for a moment longer and said, "Well I'll be god
damned! You got him off, didn't you?"

I really didn't want to talk about that with her. I had just met
her and that seemed awfully private. So I didn't answer and she
finally took me out into the hallway and down to a very luxurious
suite of offices at the end of the hall.

There was a receptionist for the four junior vice presidents in a
small reception room. Heather introduced me to her and she took
me to Brad's secretary. Brad's beautiful secretary!

He hadn't mentioned that part. But she seemed really nice, and
she called him on the intercom and Brad came out to greet me. He
kissed me and led me into his office. I know that he said that
his new office was nice and big and fancy, but I was impressed.
It was a huge office! And it had the same quality wood and
leather furniture that Mr. Morris had in his office. He had a bar
and his own bathroom. Actually, his office was not that much
smaller than Mr. Morris'.

Brad showed me around the room proudly and then he sat me down in
the small seating area and asked me why I was here. I told him
that I had just spent nearly an hour with Mr. Morris and he
looked like he had been slapped.

"Oh crap," he said. "I didn't think it would be this soon. I was
talking to Carl Scott today and he was warning me about some of
the things you should look out for. One of them was Mr. Morris.
He can't get it up anymore and he gets upset when the girls can't
do anything for him. Are you okay?"

I smiled and asked, "Have you ever seen Mr. Morris smile?"

"Nobody has seen him smile in years," Brad said. "So don't worry,
it wasn't your fault."

"Mr. Morris and I got along great," I said. "And when I left his
office he was smiling."

"What do you mean he was smiling?" Brad asked. "He doesn't
smile."

"After he came he did," I said and smiled proudly.

Brad didn't know what to say, so while he was digesting that I
asked, "What else did Carl say that I needed to watch out for?"

"Mostly he warned me about Gavin Riggs. He said that most of the
VPs are pretty nice, normal guys. Mr. Riggs is a bit kinky and
has a mean streak. Carl said that he can get rough and he likes
to humiliate the girls sometimes, make them do embarrassing
things in public or, I don't know, he wasn't very specific, just
watch out for him."

Just then there was a light knock at the door and, speaking of
the devil, Mr. Riggs poked his head in and asked if he was
interrupting. We stood up and Brad invited him in.

He came in and came over to where we had been sitting and said,
"I wanted to welcome you to the club, Jan. And I have a few
minutes before my next meeting, I was wondering if I would be
able to talk you out of one of those fantastic blowjobs I have
been hearing about?"

I smiled warmly and said, "My, word does travel fast around here.
My blowjobs are not all that special Mr. Riggs, but I would be
happy to fit you in to my busy schedule. Let me help you get
comfortable."

I quickly undressed as he watched my every move, then I moved
over to where he was standing and guided him to a large chair and
got to my knees in front of him. Brad had begun to move back over
to his desk to be more unobtrusive, but Mr. Riggs stopped him.
"Don't leave us, Brad. You might as well get used to this. You
will be seeing a lot of it from now on."

I quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them and his fancy silk
underwear down below his knees. He sat down and leaned forward
and played with my tits for a minute, and then he sat back and
watched as I leaned forward and began to lick and suck at his
balls. 

As I worked with my face in his crotch he kept up a running
conversation with Brad. I had the distinct impression that he was
trying to make both of us uncomfortable. He was not being
actually abusive, it was just the way he talked, the way he said
things. It seemed obvious that he was trying to humiliate us and
embarrass us. 

He didn't know us very well.

I gave him my second best blowjob; my best had just gone to Mr.
Morris. Before long he had stopped talking and was enjoying what
was happening in his lap. One thing he didn't have was a problem
getting it up. He had a nice cock and even though he may have had
a bitter personality, when he came, in a surprisingly short
amount of time I thought, his cum was not bitter at all. In fact,
he had the nicest tasting cum I had ever tasted!

I swallowed it all down and smiled up at him and told him that.
He cocked his head and gave me a funny look. Then he stood up and
I helped him put his clothes back together. When he was dressed
as he had come in he shook his head and thanked me graciously and
left. Then I moved over one seat, on my knees still, and sucked
off Brad. He was pretty turned on, he hadn't seen me with another
man's cock in my mouth for a couple of years and I got the
impression that he had missed it.

After he came and he put himself back together he pulled me up
and he got between my legs and returned the favor. I had sucked
off three men and I was pretty excited, so I really appreciated
it. Sucking cocks really turns me on.

After I had messed up Brad's face with my pussy we both pulled
ourselves together and got cleaned up and he started to get ready
for a meeting. I asked if all of the beautiful women I had seen
running around here knew what was going on.

Brad said that he would ask Carl, he hadn't even thought to bring
it up. We kissed then and I went back outside and managed to find
my way back out to the front door. The receptionist greeted me by
name again and said goodbye and they were all just so damned
sweet and polite and sincere that it made me nervous.

I drove home and as I pulled into the driveway I reminded myself
that I needed to ask Brad what we were going to do with our old
cars. They were nice enough, and I suppose we should keep one of
them. But our house had very little storage space and we kept a
lot of stuff in the garage. So our driveway was full of cars, and
now there were two of them that were not being used and were just
in the way.

I went inside and changed into one of the tiny new bathing suits
that I had bought and grabbed the phone and a drink and went out
into the backyard for a little sun. I was not that much of a sun
worshipper. I liked to get just enough sun so that my breasts and
my butt were stark white by comparison and stood out more. It
turned Brad on and I thought that it was sexy too.

I stayed outside for about an hour and then went inside and took
a shower and started supper. It was just about ready when Brad
came home. I was dusting the living room when the limo pulled up
and it seemed so funny to see that thing pull up and Brad get out
of it as though he had ridden in one all of his life. I wonder
what the neighbors must think.

I ran upstairs and undressed and met Brad at the door. We kissed
and then we went back upstairs and I helped him undress. He
seemed unusually quiet and I was a little worried. I had just
been with him a couple of hours ago and he was happy and upbeat.
Now he had something on his mind and it made me nervous. 

Instead of putting on his lounging shorts he put on some casual
clothes and suggested I put something on, because we were going
for a short ride after we ate.

But he refused to answer any questions about why or where. And he
calls me a tease!

I put on some shorts and a cute top and my sandals and we ate a
light supper. He tried to help me clean up again and I finally
had to put my foot down. This was my job god damn it! He smiled
and sat back down and I quickly put things away and cleaned up.
Then I handed him the keys to the Cadillac and we left.

He drove through town to a large new subdivision on the outskirts
of town, not that far from the plant. The houses were beautiful,
huge, brick homes on lots that were all several acres apiece.
Half of them were still for sale and we drove around to a house
that said office. I didn't know what was going on. We were
getting a huge increase in Brad's salary, but these were million
dollar homes! No exaggeration, we could not afford this!

Brad parked at the office and came around and held my door for
me. We stood in the driveway and looked around at the homes and I
felt like someone would come out and take one look at me and know
that I didn't belong and ask me to leave.

"Brad, what the hell is going on? We can't afford one of these!"

Brad didn't answer; he took my arm and led me inside. A man was
on the phone at a large desk and he looked up and held up a
finger indicating that he would be right with us. There were
pictures of the insides of some of the houses and there were
floor plans tacked up all around. They were all very impressive,
and all way out of our league.

The man finally finished his phone call and came over and
apologized and introduced himself. Brad said, "Hello Mr. Crane.
I'm Brad Pittman."

Mr. Crane lit up like a Christmas tree. "Ah yes," and he turned
to me and said, "And you must be Janice! I am very happy to meet
you. Mr. Morris called earlier this afternoon and I have been
curious about you two since we spoke. Here are the houses, they
are all open. If none of them appeal to you, I promise you that
we will work something out."

Mr. Crane handed Brad a piece of paper with a list of addresses
and a small plat of the subdivision. Brad pulled me outside and
guided me back to the car and then he went around and got in.

He didn't start the car though. He turned to me and said, "Mr.
Morris called me to his office this afternoon, after you went
home. He invited me in and sat me in a chair and handed me a
drink and sat beside me and stared at me for the longest time. I
didn't know what to think."

"Then he asked me if you had told me about the time you had spent
with him earlier. I told him that you mentioned that you had been
to his office, and I told him that that was pretty much all you
had time to say before we were interrupted. He stared at me for a
while longer and then he started telling me how special you were.
I mean, not in detail, like you are great at sucking cock or
anything. He was talking about what a nice person you are and how
nice you had been to him. Then he handed me the directions to
this subdivision and told me that I was to go see Mr. Crane after
dinner. He had spoken to him earlier and Mr. Crane had a list of
houses that he wanted us to look at. If you liked one of them we
were to tell Mr. Crane. If not, let him know and he would have
one built that was more to our liking. Jan, Mr. Morris is buying
you a house! Not the company, Mr. Morris, and not provisional. No
matter what happens, this is our, your house!"

I stared at Brad for a minute and then I got out of the car. He
hurried out and came around and asked what was wrong. 

I said, "I can't do this Brad. This isn't right. These are
million dollar homes! I need to talk to Mr. Morris."

Brad looked at me, and I saw that he wasn't even surprised, or
even disappointed. I loved that about him. We went back inside
and before we could say a word, Mr. Crane held out the phone and
smiled. He said, "Mr. Morris is holding for you Mrs. Pittman." 

I took the phone and he got up and went outside, Brad went with
him.

I didn't wait; I took the receiver and said calmly but firmly,
"Mr. Morris, you are so sweet, and so thoughtful. I truly
appreciate what you are doing here. These homes are lovely, but I
can't let you do this. It isn't right. And it isn't necessary. I
will cherish the idea that you offered, but I can't accept one of
these mansions from you."

I heard him chuckle on the other end of the line and he said, "I
knew that we would have to have this conversation Jan. I knew
what you would think and how you would react. If you had reacted
any other way I would have been disappointed. Now, let me explain
something to you. I am, as you no doubt know, a multimillionaire.
I am a widower and my only son is already wealthy in his own
right. I could not spend all of my wealth in the time I have left
if I tried. Most of it will go to charity. The price of the home
that I am going to insist that you select is nothing to me. I
won't miss the money. I will, however, derive nearly as much
pleasure from giving it to you, as you gave me this afternoon. I
am going to have to insist that you let me do this for you. And
if that doesn't work I will resort to begging."

I couldn't help it, I started crying and he could hear me over
the phone. I didn't know what to say, but finally I said, "This
isn't right Mr. Morris. You don't have to do this. What happened
today, I did that because I wanted to. You didn't make me do
anything. You don't owe me anything."

"No my dear," he said quietly. "I may or may not owe you
anything. But what you made me feel today was special, and the
way you went about it, your tenderness, your sweetness, you
really cared and I loved that about you. Please, let me do this
for you."

I paused for a moment and then I said, "But if I take this I will
feel guilty. It will be like I am using you, taking advantage of
you."

"No dear, it won't be like that at all. And besides, this home is
much closer to the plant; I might drop over from time to time and
let you make it up to me."

I smiled and said, "You dirty old man! Well, okay, since you put
it that way. Thank you so much, you are sweet."

I heard him chuckle again and he said, "You are more than welcome
my dear. I look forward to seeing you soon. And I meant what I
said, if one of those houses is not perfect for you two, tell
Crane and he will build one that is. Goodbye now."

"Goodbye Mr. Morris."

I hung up the phone and went back outside. I walked over to where
Brad and Mr. Crane were standing and sighed and said, "Let's go
look at houses."

Brad used his finger to wipe a tear from my cheek and kissed me
and we went back to the car.

We drove around to every house on the list that Mr. Crane had
given us. There were fourteen houses on the list and we got out
and walked through them all. I wanted to leave there this evening
and tell Mr. Crane that we loved his houses but we couldn't
accept. But I couldn't. Each house that we looked at was more
wonderful than the last. They were all huge; I think the smallest
was just less than ten thousand square feet. There was marble
everywhere and the smallest room was bigger than the largest room
in our present house.

The paper that we were given didn't even list the prices, we
weren't supposed to know. We didn't find out until later, at the
lawyers office when we signed the papers that the house we
selected was being offered at one point three million. 

We went home that evening, after finally selecting a new home, in
a daze. We got out a bottle of wine and we each had a glass. We
sat in the living room of our old house and stared at each other
without even speaking for a long, long time. At the time I was
figuring the house at right around a million. I looked up at Brad
after a while and said, "I just got paid a million dollars for a
fucking blowjob!"

The next day I got dressed up, wearing the same outfit that I had
worn the last time I went to his office, and I drove to the
plant. I parked and walked in and breezed past the receptionist,
waiving politely, and went to Mr. Morris' office. I walked in and
told Heather, "I don't have an appointment, and I am not
expected, but I need to see Mr. Morris."

She smiled at me and said, "It's okay Mrs. Pittman, He told me to
expect you. Go right in."

I started to go to the door and then turned back and said,
"Please, call me Jan."

She smiled and nodded and I walked over and tapped on Mr. Morris'
door and went in.

He saw what I was wearing and I saw something resembling a smile
on his face as I approached his desk and stood there. Now that I
was standing in front of him I didn't know what to say. I had
practiced so many things in my head, but now my head was empty.

Finally I said, "Mr. Morris, I came here to tell you so many
things, and now I can't remember any of them. You didn't have to
do that. I keep going back and forth between incredible gratitude
and horrible guilt."

"When Brad and I talked about his taking this position and my
becoming a part of EPOD, we didn't do this for the money. We did
this because it was exciting. When I was still in college we had
a couple of threesomes, and we enjoyed the hell out of them. That
was why we did this. It would bother me if you thought that I did
this for money or possessions. I like you and your opinion of me
is important to me."

Mr. Morris stood up and walked around his desk and put his arms
around me and held me close. He didn't say anything for a few
minutes, but then he said, "Young lady, as unlikely as it seems,
after one afternoon with you I feel closer to you than I do to
anyone else in my life. Don't worry, I won't be imposing on you,
I don't work that way. But the amount of money I spent on that
house is insignificant to me. What is significant is that it
brought you and your husband pleasure, and in some small way it
expressed my gratitude for what you did for me. If I thought for
a minute that you did what you did for the money we would not be
having this conversation."

I reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him
passionately. Then I smiled and said, "Mr. Morris, please, come
to supper, just you and my husband and me. It won't be a party,
nothing fancy, just a simple dinner and some wine and quiet
conversation."

He looked at me, as if to see if I was serious. Then he said,
"When would you like me to be there?"

"Tonight," I said. "Tell me what time you can be there and I will
plan dinner for then."

He hugged me again and said, "You are a precious young woman. I
am so glad that I had the chance to meet you. I will follow your
husband when he comes home at his normal time this evening,
okay?"

I looked up at him and asked, "What do you like to drink?"

"I'm not much of a drinker," he answered. "A glass of wine with
dinner is about it for me. Now, you better go down the hall and
have a talk with your husband. We don't want him having a heart
attack when I follow him home tonight."

I kissed him again and said, "You are special. I am so glad I
joined EPOD."

"So am I," he said.

I left and went to Brad's office. He had someone in his office
when I got there and I sat and talked to his secretary, Jennifer,
for a few minutes. She was really nice, and she was having a hard
time of it lately. She and her husband were separated and it
didn't look like they were going to get back together. By the
time that Brad was free I had invited her to dinner on Sunday,
her and her two kids. 

Brad had about two minutes before he had a meeting. He was
surprised to see me but I just popped in and told him that we
were having company for dinner. Then I started to leave but he
said, "Who?"

I turned around and smiled and said, "My boyfriend."

I saw the confused look on his face and said, "Mr. Morris."

What followed was amusing. First he looked alarmed, and then he
smiled and said, "Good."

I started to leave and then I turned back and said, "Oh, and
Jennifer will be coming over on Sunday." Then I left quickly.

I went to the dry cleaners. Then I drove home, changed into more
casual clothes and tidied up the house a little. While I was
doing that I imagined how much different life was going to be
when we were living in a mansion. The house we had selected was
beautiful though. It suddenly occurred to me that we were going
to have to buy all new furniture. Nothing we owned was
appropriate for that place. And then I thought of the looks on
our parents faces when they saw it! I would have to remember to
have a camera handy when they came to visit.

Just after noon the doorbell rang and when I opened the door I
found two of the VPs, Daniel Grant and Bryan Newman. I smiled and
stepped aside and invited them in. 

Mr. Grant waited until I had closed the door and then he took me
in his arms and said, "We have heard a lot about you, young lady.
Do you have a little time to spare?"

I smiled at him and said, "Kind sir, I am at your disposal."

Mr. Newman laughed and said, "Oh Janice, we have no intention of
disposing of you. We want to keep you around for a very long
time."

"I'm flattered," I said in response. "Would you gentlemen like to
see my bedroom? It isn't fancy, but the bed is made and is quite
comfortable."

Mr. Grant let me go and said, "That sound like a great idea,
please lead the way."

So I did. But unlike with Mr. Kennedy, these gentlemen did not
wait until we reached the room. They ran their hands up my legs
under my skirt and each of them was holding one of the cheeks of
my ass by the time we reached the top of the stairs. 

As I climbed the stairs, and their hands climbed up under my
skirt, I flashed back on one of the threesomes that Brad and I
had enjoyed a couple of years ago, when I first experienced this
sensation. We had had a very good time that evening. Maybe it was
a good omen.

At the top of the stairs I took the hands of the men behind me
and led them to my bedroom. I turned after I entered the room and
watched them follow me in. Mr. Grant and Mr. Newman were in their
mid-fifties. Mr. Grant had a little bit of a stomach, but other
than that they both seemed fit. Mr. Grant was losing his hair;
Mr. Newman's hair was very gray. 

I had spoken with both men several times in the past and they had
been pleasant. Had they not come here together I might have felt
less intimidated. Well, maybe that's the wrong word. I was just a
little nervous. Two more men were about to see me naked for the
first time and have sex with me. That kind of made me nervous.

Inside the room the men looked around and Mr. Grant took me in
his arms again while Mr. Newman undressed. Mr. Grant's hands were
all over me and I just relaxed and surrendered to him until a few
minutes later when he turned me over to the now naked Mr. Newman.
I was taken into his arms so fast that I didn't even have a
chance to glance down and see what I was going to have to deal
with.

He started kissing me and running his hands over my body. I was
only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts and panties and
he quickly removed my t-shirt. When he had bared my breasts he
leaned back and looked down and smiled and said, "Every bit as
beautiful as I knew that they would be!" 

Then he turned me to face Mr. Grant, who was just removing his
shorts, and said, "Look at these tits Dan! Are they not
perfect?"

"They are indeed, Bryan, she is a beautiful young woman."

Mr. Grant stared at me as Mr. Newman finished undressing me from
behind. Then he stepped closer and the two men were both
exploring me with their hands and it was starting to really get
to me.

I expected to take them to bed and do whatever it was that they
had in mind, but they apparently couldn't wait that long. The
bed, after all, was a good ten feet away. Instead, they pushed me
to my knees and stood in front of me and took turns feeding me
their cocks. They were dominant, even a little forceful, but not
violent, and I found it to be very exciting being taken and used
like this, as opposed to making love.

Before long, both men were forcing their cocks down my throat and
it wasn't long at all before they both came in my mouth. Not that
I was keeping track, but they were the sixth and seventh men to
cum in me, in my mouth. I realized that I was starting to not pay
much attention to what it tasted like. Not like at first when I
was so fascinated by it, by the whole mystery of it. 

After both men had cum, Mr. Grant stepped away and I concentrated
on sucking Mr. Newman until he was hard again. As soon as he was
ready he stretched out on the floor and pulled me over on top of
him. I guided his refreshed cock into my pussy and started
sliding up and down while he played with my tits.

After watching for a few minutes, Mr. Grant came over and put his
half hard cock in my face. I started sucking him again while
still trying to concentrate on pleasing Mr. Newman. I am not that
good at multi-tasking, and it can be difficult to please two
cocks at once.

When I sensed that Mr. Newman was getting close I started to
concentrate on him and I sped up and soon he was filling me with
yet another load of fresh cum from yet another VP from J.A.M.
Aluminum. That makes four down and two to go, again, not that I'm
counting.

Mr. Newman was guiding my hips as he finished and when he was
done he held me still and I sat on him for a minute and let him
get his breath. When he released me I lifted my leg and
dismounted, and then I leaned down and started licking and
sucking him clean. It is funny how surprised guys get when you do
that, even if just minutes earlier you have swallowed a load of
cum from the end of their cocks. But they all seem to think it's
a sexy thing to do. And I do too.

While I was licking and sucking Mr. Newman clean, Mr. Grant got
on his knees behind me and guided my knees a little further
apart. Then he started putting a finger in my dripping pussy and
transferring Mr. Newman's cum to my virgin ass. I had known that
this was going to happen eventually, but I wasn't looking forward
to it. I tried to relax though, I knew that it was going to
happen, whether I was tensed up and hating it or relaxed and
going with the flow. I figured the latter choice would work to my
advantage in the end, so to speak.

I forced myself to relax and I tried to hold Mr. Newman's cock in
my mouth and nurse on it to distract me while Mr. Grant did what
he was going to do. He didn't hold me there; he just started to
caress my hair and watch my face, watching to see how I was going
to react.

Mr. Grant moved one finger back and forth between my pussy and my
asshole for a couple of minutes and then he started using two. He
was patient and he didn't force it and so far it was okay. It
didn't hurt; there was just a sensation of fullness, and the
embarrassment of being touched there.

Eventually he started using three fingers, and that did hurt a
little, but not too much to stand, and I figured that three
fingers were larger than his cock and so I was not that worried.

He worked on me with three fingers for a few moments, not as long
as he had when he was using one and two fingers. He must have
been getting impatient. He pulled his fingers out of me and moved
up behind me and I felt his cock plunge into my pussy and he
fucked me for a minute before he pulled out and started to gently
force his cock into my ass. 

I kept telling myself to relax and take deep breaths and he took
his time and it actually was not anywhere near as bad as I
thought that it would be. 

He started fucking me there after he had let me get used to being
so full, and not long after he started I felt something moving
against my forehead. I opened my eyes and saw that Mr. Newman's
cock was hard again. So, since I was in the area anyway, I took
him back in my mouth and started sucking again. 

It kind of helped to take my mind off of the cock in my ass and
so I really put my heart into sucking him off. I was surprised
when I realized that I was starting to get turned on. I wasn't
going to cum from being fucked in the ass, but being taken like
this was kind of exciting. 

Or at least I thought that I wasn't going to cum this way. As Mr.
Grant started getting closer he leaned down and grabbed one of my
tits with one hand and his other hand reached around and started
to massage my clit and I started moaning around Mr. Newman's cock
and to everyone's surprise we all came within a minute of each
other. Mr. Newman was probably the most surprised when he shot a
third small load into my mouth. When they were getting dressed he
said that he had not cum three times in an hour since he was in
his thirties.

I took that as a compliment.

I wiped my dripping ass and pussy as the men dressed and I
escorted them downstairs and told them that they were welcome
anytime. They had been very nice and they both said that I was
every bit as good as they had heard. I couldn't help wondering
what these guys all said about me when they were talking among
themselves. 

It was time to start cooking my killer recipe for rump roast. I
have a secret recipe. After I have served it to people they have
begged me for it. It makes the most tender roast and the most
delicious gravy you have ever tasted.

After I started dinner I went up and took a shower and laid out a
nice outfit to put on before the men got home. I considered going
for slutty, but I had a sense that Mr. Morris preferred sweet and
innocent. And I really wanted to please him.

I am a pretty good cook, but I still screw up pretty good from
time to time. I am only twenty-two and have not been cooking that
long. But not tonight, tonight everything was perfect and was
ready at the right time. I had the wine opened and breathing and
when the men came in I helped Mr. Morris out of his coat and tie
and we had a glass of wine while I brought out the food. Brad
carved the roast and we had a very nice meal. 

The food was perfect. Mr. Morris loved the gravy and the wine.
Brad finally relaxed and the conversation became comfortable and
pleasant. I was as proud of myself as I could be.

After dinner we talked for a little longer and finished off the
wine and then I stood up and while Brad offered to clear off the
table, I took Mr. Morris' hand and led him upstairs. I had lit
some scented candles earlier to freshen up the air in there a
little.

Mr. Morris resisted a little at first. I didn't know if he was
afraid that I couldn't achieve the same results if I tried again,
or if he was just being polite. I put my arms around his neck and
smiled and said, "Mr. Morris, I'm desert."

He leaned down and kissed me and said, "We don't have to do this
every time that we are together."

"And we won't," I said. "I really enjoy your company, we both do.
But I have been thinking about this since the first time. I
really want to do this."

"It is the only thing that I can do for you," I said. "I promise,
next time we can just sit and talk. I enjoy that too. It has been
the nicest dinner I have ever hosted, though to be honest, we
don't do this often. We really had a good time tonight. Now it is
time for desert."

I took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. He was still
reluctant, and I knew that he was afraid it wouldn't happen
again. But I was confident. I knew that he liked me and enjoyed
me and I knew that I was sexy. 

We went to our room and I sat him in the overstuffed chair that
we had in a corner of our bedroom by the window. I turned on the
CD player with some soft mood music. Then I slowly took off my
dress in front of him and, after slowly turning around in front
of him I sat in his lap and I put my arm around his neck and
started kissing his neck and his ear while he moved his hands
over my body through my sexy underwear. 

We sat that way for a long time, and I was getting very turned
on. The kissing got more passionate and I could feel his cock
moving under me.

I reached between the cups of my bra and released the hooks and
let it go slack and slide free and drop to the floor. He groaned
softly as my breasts were exposed and cupped them lovingly. I
said to him, "You have a wonderful touch. You must have made a
lot of women very happy over the years. Look how wet my panties
are."

His fingers moved down and rubbed the crotch of my tight, nylon
panties and I groaned in genuine pleasure at his touch. I was
getting very turned on, and I could tell that he was too. I stood
up and pulled my panties down and before I could toss them away
he took them and held them to his nose and breathed softly.

He smiled at me, actually smiled, and said, "My sweet Jan, I have
never smelled anything so wonderful in my life. This no woman can
fake."

I pulled him to his feet and undressed him and we moved to the
bed. I put him on his back and I started at his forehead and
kissed him all over his body. When I got to his nipples he
shuddered in excitement, no woman had every touched him there
before. I kissed my way all the way down to his feet, everywhere
but his cock and his balls, and I noticed that his cock looked
harder than it had been when he had his orgasm the first time we
were together. Then I kissed my way back up the inside of his
legs and as I moved up I watched his cock. By the time I had his
balls in my mouth his cock was hard. Not half hard, he had a
hardon!

I took him in my mouth and sucked at it for a moment, and then I
moved up over him and slid my pussy down over it while he
shivered in excitement and stared at my body. I groaned as he
entered me and told him how wonderful he felt, and he did. He had
such a nice large cock. When it was hard it was still eight
inches, it had not gotten any longer than when it was soft, but
it was nice and fat and it felt very good.

"Jesus," I said quietly, "I love your big fat cock!" 

I started bouncing up and down while he watched my tits bounce
violently. I was so excited that I had this effect on him that I
came in minutes. I kept moving though and I asked him, "Do you
want to cum in my pussy, or in my mouth?"

He groaned and begged me not to stop and I didn't I sped up and
reached down and tickled his nipples and he grabbed my tits and
squeezed and swore and thrust his hips up and came violently. 

I stopped pumping up and down and just held his cock in my pussy
and clasped it with my muscles as he calmed down and got his
breath back. I leaned down after a minute and kissed his neck and
his chest and told him how wonderful he was, and I meant it. I
had had a wonderful orgasm, and I had already had a lot of sex
today!

He reached his arms around me and hugged me tight and said, "You
have made an old man very happy young lady."

I smiled and said, "Apparently you aren't as old as you thought
you were!"

He chuckled and said, "No, apparently not. My god, what is it
about you?!"

I smiled and replied, "Must be pheromones."

We held onto each other for a very long time, sometimes talking
quietly, but mostly just being close. It was very pleasant. I am
not even sure how much time had passed before I got up on my
knees and sucked him clean. 

He got up on his elbows as I did and said, "I have never seen a
woman do that before. Do you like to do that?"

I took his cock out of my mouth and said, "The first time was a
little strange, but it is just cum and pussy juice. I have tasted
my pussy before and I didn't think it was disgusting, and I have
tasted your cum. And I like cum. So it is really no big deal. And
men really seem to get a kick out of it."

"You like cum?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," I replied. "Well, no, I mean it isn't delicious or
anything. I don't care much one way or the other for the taste, I
like the idea of a man cumming in me, in my mouth. It excites me.
Sometimes you can't explain what you feel."

He smiled again and said, "I wish I had met you when I was young
Fran. I would have loved you so."

I laughed and said, "If you had met me when you were too much
younger you would have gone to jail!"

He chuckled and said, "It would have been worth it."

I offered to take a quick shower with him and after thinking
about it he said that it sounded like fun. So we did, though it
turned out to be not so quick. There was a lot of soaping up of
other peoples body parts and it took a little longer than it
might have otherwise.

We went back to the bedroom and I stayed naked and helped him
dress. When he was ready I put my arms around him and looked up
and said, "Now Mr. Morris, don't go home and think about buying
me something. You did that already. Okay?"

He looked around and said, "You are going to need furniture. I
know a great decorator. And would you do me a favor? When we are
alone, would you call me Mo? That was what my wife called me."

"NO! I mean, yes, I will be happy to call you Mo. No you are not
going to pay to furnish that mansion you gave us. God! It makes
me feel guilty every time I think about it. We are here this
evening because I like you and I like being with you. You don't
have to buy me anything."

"Dear, sweet Fran, we have already had this conversation. I am
always going to win. I have met you three times now. And as
incredible as it seems, I feel closer to you than to anyone
currently alive on this planet. You are a miraculous human being
and I intend to do everything that I can do to spoil the hell out
of you. So you might as well get used to it. If it eases your
conscience, I am extremely fond of Brad as well. I have been
watching him since he started with us. He is just as remarkable
as you, in his own way of course."

"Yes," I agreed, "he is. I adore him. We are the perfect couple.
You know, after you leave, I am going to tell him everything that
happened, and he is going to fuck the shit out of me, if you will
pardon my French. We both have some pretty strange sexual tastes
as it turns out."

"And I am glad," Mo said, "because I would hate to hurt either of
you."

I said, "Thank you for coming. I really enjoyed it, all of it.
When would you like to come again?"

"Oh dear, I don't want to impose. I'll come by again some time."

"No, I won't accept that, once a week? I don't know what your
schedule is like."

"I am afraid my heart couldn't take that," he said. 

I wasn't sure if he was kidding or not.

I thought for a moment and said, "The fifteenth and the thirtieth
of every month?" I didn't let him answer. "That will be it,
unless you feel like coming over some other time. You will be
welcome in our home any day of the month of course. That's only
twice a month, your poor heart can manage that, right?"

He smiled and said, "We can try that and see how it works."

"Great!" I exclaimed. "Brad makes lasagna that will knock your
socks off. I'll let him cook next time."

We finally went back downstairs and Brad was sitting in his
recliner and reading his book. He got up and greeted us. Mr.
Morris seemed slightly embarrassed in front of Brad, but I
elbowed him and said, "Relax, remember what I said upstairs."

He smiled; I have seen him smile a lot lately. I don't know why
he doesn't do that more. Then he kissed me goodnight and shook
Brad's hand and thanked him for his hospitality. I tried to get
him to stay for another glass of wine but it was getting late. I
was shocked when I looked at the clock. We had been upstairs for
more than two hours!

We went to the door and I saw his car and driver outside and
asked, "He wasn't sitting out there alone all of this time was
he?"

"No dear," Mr. Morris replied. "He dropped me off and I paged him
a little while ago. I assure you that he is not going without
dinner."

He shook Brad's hand again and said, "She is a remarkable woman,
one of a kind. You are very lucky."

Brad was smart enough to agree with him.

We went back inside after he left and Brad said, "Jesus Jan, I
was getting worried about you. Did it go alright?"

I told him all about it as we were lying in bed in the dark. As
we talked I was holding his cock and I noticed that he didn't get
very hard. Too many conflicting emotions wrapped up in his boss I
suppose. But then I said, "I had other visitors today. Would you
like to hear about them?"

It was already late, and he was going to be tired tomorrow, but
he wanted to hear about it, so I told him all about Mr. Grant and
Mr. Newman. 

He was hard all the way through this tale. He couldn't believe I
had given up my ass cherry without a fight, or that I had had an
orgasm while doing it. I promised him his chance at it tomorrow.
I was still a little sore. But I happily sucked him off so that
he didn't have worry about turning over and breaking his hard
cock in his sleep.

It was late and we both went right to sleep. It had been a long
day. I suddenly realized that I had had sex with four men today!
Sounds pretty slutty to me!

The next morning, Saturday, we woke up a little late. We usually
slept a little later on Saturdays, but yesterday had been
exhausting, especially for me, and I really slept late. When I
woke up Brad was already up and I went to the bathroom and went
downstairs naked to find that coffee was ready and Brad had
already finished the paper. 

He insisted that I sit and he made my breakfast. I appreciate the
sentiment when he does nice things for me, but I don't like it
when he does my only job. It is all that I do. Taking care of him
and the house is my job and it really isn't that hard, most days
anyway. It will be getting more difficult soon I guess. Our new
house will be about six times as large as the house we live in
now.

By the time I finished breakfast it was after ten. We didn't have
anything planned for today. Taking it easy was the only thing on
the schedule. I had started to read the paper and sip on my last
cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. Since I was naked, Brad
went to the door.

I heard him come back into the room and I looked up to ask him
who it had been when I saw that he wasn't alone! I screamed and
covered myself with the newspaper and asked Brad what the hell he
was thinking.

He was laughing so hard that he couldn't answer for a minute. The
gentleman with him smiled and excused himself and went into the
living room. I got up and went over to Brad and started to warn
him that he wanted me to stay naked around the house, this was
not the way to talk me into it. 

He smiled and said, "Is it really that big a deal? You like being
naked. You like it when men see you naked. I like you being
naked. I like it when men see you naked. What is the problem
here?"

I started to explain what the problem was, but then I thought,
the hell with it, if that was what he wanted, did I really mind?
I cocked my eyebrow at Brad. I realized that I had just been more
or less dared. I didn't have to think about it long to realize
that everything that he had said was true. I would be
embarrassed, but that was part of the fun of it, wasn't it?

I walked around Brad and went into the living room and said, "I'm
sorry if I embarrassed you, I wasn't expecting anyone and I was
startled." I held out my hand and said, "My name is Jan, can I
help you?"

He was still blushing as he held out his hand and smiled and
said, "Hello, my name is Mike. I heard that you were
extraordinary. That turns out to have been a gross
understatement. You are very beautiful."

"Thank you," I said.

"I apologize for coming unannounced," he continued. "I was
instructed to do so. I am here to help you with the furnishing of
your new home. I own Modern Dcor."

Modern Dcor was the only place to go if you were furnishing a
mansion. We couldn't afford it of course, but it was the only
place of its kind in town that was a household name.

"Oh no," I exclaimed. "Mr. Morris must have put you up to this. I
told him not to. He is a wonderful man, but you can't tell him
anything."

Mike said, "Yes, he is a wonderful man. And I have noticed a big
change in him this week. I don't know what is going on, but
whatever you are doing, please keep doing it."

"You know Mr. Morris?" I asked. 

Mike smiled and said, "My full name is Michael Morris. He is my
father. And in the last two days I have seen a change in him that
I thought that I would never see. I have seen him smile for the
first time in decades. Everyone tells me that you are responsible
for that change. I am just as grateful to you as he is. I love my
father, and I love the change you have brought about in him.

"Maybe you should wait to hear what he has done in the last two
days. You may not be so happy with me. The day before yesterday
he bought my husband and I a fucking mansion, pardon my French. I
tried everything that I could think of to talk him out of it.
Maybe you could talk some sense into him. And now this, today,
you! This is life, totally out of whack!"

He smiled even wider and said, "Is there any more of that coffee?
It smells very good."

"Oh! I'm sorry; I am not usually this rude. This has been a
strange week, and my husband threw me off this morning when he
decided it would not be a problem if I were to be nude when we
had company now. I have not always been this brazen. Please, come
in and sit down and let me get you some coffee."

He said, "Don't apologize, you are truly beautiful. You have made
my entire year. Your husband is right, you do belong this way."

Brad had already gotten him a cup of coffee by the time we got
seated at the dining room table.

He added some cream and sugar and then he said, "My father, and
Heather, my real source of information, have told me a lot about
you. Well, not a lot. But they have both made it clear what a
change you have been responsible for. I already knew about the
house, and since I am going to be providing the furniture, we
have to assume that I am aware of that as well."

"Please, don't feel guilty. Dad has money to burn, and from time
to time he does frivolous things with it. I don't have a problem
with that. But I don't see this as one of those times." 

"I am not waiting around for dad to die so that I can inherit. I
have my own money. But I have to tell you, I do not have a
problem with what he is doing for you. I have learned enough
about you to know that you are not a gold digger. But the
important thing is that I don't doubt at all that you have added
at least ten years, ten happy years, to my dad's life. I have not
seen him like he is now since my mother died. Heather said that
he was whistling yesterday! He has not whistled in years."

"Jan, Brad, I am honored to help out with furnishing your new
home. I look forward to working with you. Dad said you will need
just about everything. I came by to get some idea of what you
like, what your tastes are, and ask you if you have anything
special in mind."

"Mike," I said, still not comfortable with this entire situation,
"you are aware that your father is in the process of giving my
husband and me property valued in excess of a million dollars
because I had sex with him twice. You should be outraged!"

Mike said, "No, I am not, I am grateful. And I have to say,
having seen so much of you this morning, I don't blame him. Hell,
I almost wish I was straight."

I laughed and said, "If you like we can work on it."

"No thanks, even my father has given up on that. Now, I would
like to look around and see what you have that you want to keep,
and get some idea what you would like, what sort of styles appeal
to you, and offer you the opportunity to go through some things
that I have in mind. I have been to your new home and looked
around, and I have some terrific ideas."

I had an easy answer for that. "Mike, neither my husband nor I
have any taste. As long as you don't do the house in art deco, or
get too feminine about it, I think we should let you surprise us.
All we ask is that it be comfortable and relatively simple." 

Then I turned to Brad and said, "Unless you want to get more
involved in this?"

Brad laughed and said, "When Mike told me why he was here at the
door I was so relieved I wanted to kiss him. Let's stay out of
this and let him do what he is famous for."

We talked for a little longer. By the time Mike had finished his
coffee he had asked enough questions that he had an idea what
sort of thing, what sort of colors and styles appealed to us. I
saw him out and then I went in and walked behind Brad and half
strangled him.

He was laughing so hard he could hardly defend himself. I said,
"You could have warned me! We needed to have that talk before
there was a strange man standing in our living room!"

Brad pulled my arms loose and pulled me around into his lap. One
of his hands went right to my pussy and his finger slid in
easily. He smiled at me and said, "It does not appear that you
are as upset as you claim to be."

He continued moving his finger in and out of me and then he stood
me up and picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and
carried me upstairs. Lately it seems like we just can't get
enough sex. That is not a complaint.

We drove out to the new house later in the afternoon and looked
around again, trying to imagine what it would be like to live
there. We met the builder and talked with him for a few minutes.
He was very nice and gave us his card and said that if we found
anything that wasn't right, or anything that we wanted to change,
just call him, anytime. I couldn't imagine changing anything. The
house is so beautiful that it would have given me a hardon if I
was a man!

Before we left we looked out into the large backyard and saw that
they were digging a big hole. We went out to see what was going
on and there was a crew putting in a huge swimming pool. The
supervisor showed us the plans, which included an oversized
sculptured pool about the size of a small lake, a large hot tub,
and a waterfall. There was also a huge, multi-level patio and
there was another crew building a ten foot high brick wall around
a large portion of the backyard.

The house was nearly finished and the men in the back said that
the pool was going to be finished before closing at the end of
the month. With our heads spinning we got back in our new
Cadillac and went out for an early dinner at our favorite Italian
restaurant. 

After dinner we went home and watched a DVD and turned in early.

On Sunday we got up at a more normal time and had another
leisurely breakfast. Then we read the paper and did the crossword
puzzle together.

I had bought five beautiful rib eye steaks and I made potato
salad and we were all ready when Brad's secretary, Jennifer
showed up with her two kids. Her son, Connor was thirteen and her
daughter Haley was fifteen. She apologized for being a few
minutes late. Her old junker of a car was acting up.

It was a pleasure having them. Jennifer was very personable and
her two kids were great. We had a wonderful afternoon. We invited
them to stick around and watch a movie later and they were easily
talked into it. While Brad and the kids went out to rent a movie,
I had a chance to get to know Jennifer better. I liked her a lot,
and I really felt sorry for her. She was having a really hard
time of it. Her statement when we first spoke, about being
separated, had been something of an understatement. Her husband
had disappeared leaving them in debt and struggling to get by
with an unreliable car and having to move to a small apartment
because she couldn't afford the rent on their home.

While she was talking it occurred to me that we had two cars that
we didn't drive anymore, and a furnished house that we didn't
need anymore. I was so excited by the idea of helping Jennifer
and her kids out that I couldn't wait until Brad got home to ask
if we could.

While we talked I made some popcorn and when Brad and the kids
got home I took Brad aside and told him what I was thinking. He
thought that it was a great idea. Our house, the one we had now,
was almost paid for. We had gotten it with a large down payment
and paid double and triple payments on our fifteen year mortgage.
We had also fixed it up a lot. The balance on our mortgage was
probably under fifty thousand. We would have to continue to carry
the mortgage until Jennifer got herself back on her feet, but it
felt good to be able to help her out. I realized that we were
getting a taste of what Mr. Morris must be feeling when he was
helping us.

While Brad was watching the movie with the kids, Jennifer and I
talked. I should have known better than to let him and two
teenagers go to pick out a movie. Neither of us was interested in
the slasher movie they had rented.

I asked Jennifer to go outside with me and I grabbed the keys to
my three year old Buick Ultra. We had kept it up and it was like
new. I walked Jennifer out to it and asked her if she would like
it. She looked at me like I was nuts and I said, "I mean it. We
have that company car now. And they pick Brad up and take him
back and forth to work. These two cars just sit in the driveway
taking up space. I want you to have this one."

I was expecting her to be happy, to smile, laugh, something, not
cry! She covered her face and started to cry and I took her into
my arms and held her for a while. 

She finally pulled herself together and said, "It has been so
long since anything nice happened to me. I should say no, but I
can't. I need a car desperately. Thank you so much, Jan."

I took her hand and we went up onto the porch and sat down. I
said, "After that reaction, you better be sitting down for my
next proposal."

She looked at me, and I was so excited about what I was going to
say I was almost crying. "We are moving in a couple of weeks. We
have a new home. When we do, we want you to have this house. We
still owe some money on it, less than fifty thousand. We
understand that you won't be able to handle that for a while. Not
until you get back on your feet anyway. So we want you to live
here, and you can keep any or all of the furniture and sell what
you don't want, or give it away, whatever. Later, when you can
swing it, maybe we will talk about you assuming the mortgage.
Until then, you just worry about the utilities. How does that
sound?"

She looked white as a sheet and she said, "I think I need to lie
down. I feel faint."

I helped her up and took her inside and up to our room. I laid
her out on the bed and put a cold cloth on her face.

I stretched out beside her and waited while she calmed down.
Finally she looked like she was recovering and she had tears
streaming down her cheeks. I used the cloth to wipe her eyes and
told her that it was no big deal. We were in a position where we
were able to help out and we were happy to do it. 

She turned on her side and took me in her arms and hugged me so
tight. It was kind of strange. I had never been in bed with a
woman like this before. I knew that it wasn't anything sexual,
but still, it felt kind of weird. I guess all of the sex I had
been exposed to in the last week was giving me a dirty mind.

When Jennifer felt better we went back downstairs and sat in the
dining room until the movie ended. They left in the Buick after
getting their belongings out of their old car which I was going
to have towed to the junk yard the next day.

Brad and I went to bed that night feeling so good about
ourselves. It was fun playing Santa Claus. 

The next day I got a call telling me to report to Mr. Burton's
office at noon. He and Mr. Gordon were the final two VPs that I
had yet to have sex with. As I was getting ready I decided that
it was time to start wearing some of those new clothes I had
bought, the sexy ones.

I went through the dozen outfits and picked out a very short,
very thin dress, and nothing but a thong for underneath. I took a
shower and got ready and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked
pretty hot, but it was going to be obvious to the people at the
plant what I was there for now, if they didn't already know.

I drove in and parked in Brad's spot. I already knew where Mr.
Burton's office was and just breezed through reception and waived
at the smiling young women there. They waived back and I went to
Mr. Burton's secretary and told her that he was expecting me. She
told me to go right in.

Mr. Burton was the youngest of the VPs, and one of the nicest. I
had met him several times and he had always been very polite, but
very friendly, and I was not as nervous as I had been with the
others that I had been with so far.

He got up when I entered and came around his desk and he looked
at my new outfit and said, "Wow! You look hot! When the word was
passed around that you and your husband had accepted the position
and that you were going to be in EPOD I was so excited. I always
thought you were such a sexy young thing.

I smiled at him and thanked him for the compliment. I noticed
that he seemed to be, I don't know, not his normal "in charge"
self, though he wasn't as nervous as me. I asked him if he would
like me to take my clothes off. 

He grinned and said, "I would like that very much! Please do."

I put my purse down and started to get out of the two items of
clothing that I was wearing. As I slowly undressed I asked him,
"May I ask you a couple of questions?"

"Of course, what would you like to know?" he responded.

"I have been wondering what the other people know about EPOD. Do
the secretaries know about us? Or the other people in the
plant?"

Mr. Burton looked thoughtful and then he said, "I suppose that
they know something. They haven't been told anything, and EPOD is
a secret program that we don't discuss except among ourselves.
But the ladies see unusual things, and they gossip like workers
everywhere. So I guess the best answer to your question is that
they know something is going on, but they don't know what,
exactly."

"I just wondered," I said, "Not that it matters. I have noticed
that there are no locks on the office doors. Aren't you worried
about being disturbed?"

"No, I told my secretary that you were coming in to see me about
something and that when you arrived I didn't want to be
disturbed. She is very good about that. And as a general rule,
people don't barge into other people's offices around here."

I was suddenly struck by another question. "It just occurred to
me that, since this program has gone on for so long, all six of
you must have come up through the same program! Did all of your
wives take part in EPOD? If they did, they know that you are
screwing around at work! How do they feel about that?"

He smiled and said, "Yes, all of our wives, and us, went through
it. They have had different reactions. My wife enjoyed the hell
out of it, and we still enjoy the occasional get-together with
other men and couples. In fact, she is looking forward to meeting
you. She has heard a lot of very good things about you."

"Most of the wives enjoyed, or were at least tolerant of the
program while they were in it, but are glad to be out of it now.
It doesn't always work out that way. Two couples left the program
before they could get promoted out of it. That is how the
position opened up for Brad."

"Riggs' wife left him just before he got promoted, she should not
have gotten into it, and she wasn't someone who took well to that
lifestyle. I suppose being married to Riggs might have had
something to do with that. I recommend that you watch out for
him. Sometimes I think that he is more than just a little
weird."

I had been naked for most of Mr. Burton's answer to my question
and he had begun to explore my body while he talked. He had a
nice, gentle, stimulating touch and it felt pretty good. 

After he finished talking he pulled me close and kissed me and I
returned his kiss with just as much passion. He ran his hands
over my body a little longer, and then he stepped back and
started to undress. I helped, and we quickly had him out of those
clothes.

As soon as he was naked I dropped to my knees and began to
pleasure his already hard cock. I licked his balls and took them
into my mouth and gently massaged them with my tongue. I licked
my way up his shaft slowly, teasing him with my tongue.  Then I
slid my lips down over his throbbing cock and began to slowly
pump my mouth up and down his cock, eventually taking the first
inch or two into my throat. He moaned and quivered with pleasure
as I worked his cock lovingly and it was obvious that he enjoyed
what I was doing because he came much too quickly, I would have
enjoyed working on him a little longer. I surrounded the head of
his cock with my lips and let him fill my mouth with his hot cum
and then I swallowed eagerly. But I didn't take my mouth away, I
continued to lick and suck on his tasty organ until he was hard
again, which didn't take very long at all. 

When he couldn't stand any more he pulled his cock from my mouth
to avoid cumming again so quickly. He pulled me to my feet and
guided me to an overstuffed chair and invited me to sit down.
Then he knelt in front of me and ate me to a very nice orgasm. It
was obvious that he enjoyed doing it and it had turned him on as
much as it had me.

As soon as I came he straightened up and lined his cock up with
my sopping wet pussy and slowly entered me. It felt great and I
moaned as every inch of his cock was buried inside of my hot
pussy.

He stayed still for a minute, while we both savored the wonderful
feeling that a couple gets when those two organs are first
joined, and then he started to fuck me, very slowly at first. As
he fucked me he moved his hands over me, playing with my nipples
and teasing my clit while he took long, slow strokes that soon
started to drive me crazy. I started to moan and groan and soon I
was swearing like a sailor and begging him to fuck me harder. He
was very good at this, and I was really enjoying it. 

He started to comply with my requests and fuck me harder and
faster and very quickly we were both cumming again. I came first
and then I reached up and ran my hands over his chest as he sped
up even more and then he tensed up and filled my pussy with cum.

He stayed inside of me for a minute, and then he smiled and told
me how wonderful I was and how much he had enjoyed that. I
assured him that the feeling was mutual, and when he pulled out
of me I sank to my knees in front of him and licked and sucked
him clean. As I did he smiled and said, "I thought my wife was
the only woman who did that!"

I finished what I was doing and looked up and said, "I have only
been doing it for a little while, but I like it, I think it is
kind of sexy."

He kissed me and said, "Yes, I do to. Thank you."

He stood up then and helped me to my feet. He let me use his
bathroom to clean up and then I got dressed while he watched.
When I was dressed he said, "Damn you are sexy! Have you ever
been with another woman?"

I shook my head.

He asked, "My wife is bi, and she is very attracted to you after
hearing so much about you. How do you feel about that?"

"Curious," I said, honestly. "I know my husband would like to see
it."

Mr. Burton shook his head and said, "You better get out of here
before I decide that twice was not enough. I have got to do some
work today or Brad will be getting my job."

I walked over to him and kissed him and said, "I had fun,
thanks."

He returned my kiss, and then he kissed my forehead and said,
"Would you and your husband be free for dinner on Wednesday?"

I nodded and he said, "Great, we'll pick you up at seven. Wear
something sexy."

We said goodbye and I walked over to my husband's office. When I
entered the reception area I got the strangest look from the
woman at the desk. I said hello to her and went through and into
Jennifer's office. 

When she saw me she jumped up and ran around her desk and hugged
me and thanked me all over again for the car and the house. I had
been so distracted by Mr. Burton that I had forgotten all about
that!

I told her again that she was welcome, and she let me into Brad's
office and sat with me for a few minutes, until he returned. We
talked and I was looking forward to when the excitement passed
and she calmed down a little, this was getting to be
embarrassing.

Brad finally came in and Jennifer left us alone. We kissed and
hugged and I told him why I was there, and how much fun I was
having. 

He smiled and said, "Good, I would hate it if you were upset by
what was going on."

"Nope," I said, "No hard feelings here." Then I reached down and
put my hand on his cock and said, "But I detect a hard feeling
here. Would you like some help with that?"

Brad looked at his watch and said, "I would love some help with
that, but I have a meeting that started two minutes ago. Hold
that thought until I get home."

We kissed and I left him alone in his office with a hardon. I
didn't feel too bad about it. I figured that it would be good for
him to remember how much he wanted me. Let him think about how
much he wants me, like he used to when I would undress in front
of my window when we were kids.

I headed for my car but when I got to the main entrance one of
the women from the reception desk called out to me. "Mrs.
Pittman! I'm glad I caught you. Heather called down a little
while ago and asked that if you came in today, please come by the
office. Mr. Morris wanted to see you for a minute."

I thanked her and turned around and went back to Heather's
office. She smiled and got up when she saw me. She came around
and hugged me. I didn't know what to make of all the affection I
was getting around her lately.

She said hello and we talked for a second before she buzzed Mr.
Morris and let him know that I was here. He had her send me in
and I knocked lightly and went in to his office.

He was already getting up when I entered. He met me half way to
his desk and hugged me and said, "Just seeing your pretty face
brightens my day. Thanks again for Friday. It was a wonderful
meal. And it was the most wonderful desert that I have ever
experienced."

I smiled and told him again how welcome he was, and how much I
looked forward to doing it again.

"But the reason that I asked to see you," he said, "was to tell
you what a wonderful thing that I think you are doing for
Jennifer," he said.

I smiled and said, "But we are just doing for her, on a smaller
scale, what you have done for us. It is fun, isn't it?"

He grinned and said, "Yes, it is fun. It is very satisfying. But
I had not expected you to pay it forward, as it were. Most people
in your position would not have been so generous, and I just
wanted to tell you how proud of you two I am."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, and thank you for making it
possible."

Then I twirled around in front of him and said, "Do you like my
new dress? I am wearing it for the first time. Isn't it sexy?"

"Believe me," he said, "I noticed!"

I moved closer and put my hand on his cheek and said, "I have
some spare time."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead and said, "I love you for
offering, but I am already late for a meeting. Soon though, I
think about you all of the time."

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him and said, "I think
about you all of the time too. You are a wonderful man. And I
love your son too. Thank you for sending him over to see us."

Mr. Morris chuckled and said, "Yes, he told me all about it. He
said you almost straightened him out."

There was just a hint of wistfulness in his voice when he talked
about his son being gay. I said, "He is a great guy, and I know
you are proud of him. And it is obvious how much he loves you.
That says a lot about you."

We said goodbye then and I drove to the grocery store, did some
shopping and went home. 

The rest of the day, and that evening were more like a regular
day than we had had in the week since this had all started. We
had a nice quiet meal that evening and we had sex that night, but
we made love instead of fucking for a change. It was nice. 

Afterwards we lay together holding each other in the dark and
talking quietly. One of the things we talked about was tomorrow
night. We had no idea what the Burtons had planned, but we talked
about, among other things, the possibility that for the first
time in our sexual games, Brad might become intimate with another
woman. 

Brad was afraid of how I would react if that happened. But as I
thought about it I realized that I had no doubts about how Brad
felt about me, and I think that, especially lately, I had come to
separate sexuality and love. I think I had a pretty good
perspective on things.  I remembered being upset with the idea of
Brad with another woman. But a lot had happened to broaden my
horizons since I had been so provincial and now I thought that it
might even be kind of sexy to watch. 

We also discussed the probability that I would be intimate with
Mrs. Burton. I was nervous about that, but Brad didn't have to
hide the fact that it turned him on. We had talked about it
before and I knew that he would enjoy seeing that. I wasn't upset
with him; I knew that it was a popular male fantasy.

The next day, around ten, there was a knock on the door and I
opened it to see Mr. Gordon, the last of the six VPs. He smiled
and asked if he could come in and I smiled and welcomed him. 

I assumed that he was here for his turn with me, and in a way
that was true. He did not ask me to go upstairs, or to undress,
though. Instead he asked if I had any coffee. I quickly made a
half pot and he sat at the dining room table looking
uncomfortable.

I brought him in a cup of coffee and we sat quietly at the table
and I was getting nervous, waiting for him to tell me what was
wrong. Because this was not going the way I had come to expect. I
was beginning to think that he was here to give me some bad news
and I was getting anxious.

"First," he said, "let me apologize, I can see that I have made
you nervous. Don't be. I am just uncomfortable and not sure how
to tell you that we are not going to have sex. I didn't mean that
as arrogantly as it probably sounded."

I wasn't reassured yet.

"Let me try that again," he said and smiled uncomfortably. "I am
the last of the six men to be promoted to senior vice president.
My wife went through EPOD and she did not go through it well.
Thankfully, I suppose because of her attitude, she was not
popular and was not called on very often. Now that I have been
promoted and am more or less expected to enjoy the company of the
four ladies in the program, my wife and I have agreed that it
would be best if I refrained from enjoying your company. The
problem with that is, I have to give the appearance of enjoying
your obvious charms or my peers will become.... uncomfortable, I
suppose is the best word to use."

I asked, "So you came over to tell me that you would not be
having sex with me?"

"Well that," he answered, "and to give the appearance that I was
away from the office having sex with you. I will be required to
attend those parties and at those parties I will be, intimate
with you. I am sorry, this conversation makes me uncomfortable. I
know how silly this must all sound to you. I have to maintain
this charade in order to avoid making the others suspicious. It
is hard to explain. But when I was first promoted I tried to
avoid the parties and I left the EPOD girls alone and I started
finding myself being marginalized at work. It seems that if I
don't take advantage of all of the companies perks I am not
entirely trusted.""So," he continued, "I make this agreement
with all of the ladies in EPOD. I will spend some time with you
during the day, as often as I need to, to maintain the charade,
and I will avail myself of one of you when I attend the parties,
but to the extent possible, I want our relationship to be
platonic."

I actually felt sorry for him! I smiled and said, "I am yours to
command, if you wish to spend your time with me drinking coffee
and talking, that's fine. If you change your mind, I am not one
of those women who joined EPOD and went kicking and screaming all
of the way. Unlike some of them, my husband and I are in the
program because it is a turn on for us. But you don't have to
worry about me looking down on you for being honorable. I would
be happy to spend a little time in conversation. I don't watch
television, my housework is done, let's talk."

So we did. We had a very nice conversation and we were both sorry
when he finally had to leave. It turned out that he, too, went to
Middlebury College, although he had gone more than thirty years
before me. But we talked about campus life and how much had
changed and how much had stayed the same and we had a very
pleasant morning. When he finally had to go I escorted him to the
door and we said goodbye. Before he left I told him that, as
uncomfortable as it might make him, I hoped that he would choose
me at the first party, I was looking forward to getting to know
him better. 

He smiled and shook my hand and said, "You are almost too
beautiful to have sex with. I have really enjoyed your company
this morning. I don't believe that I have ever met a more lovely,
and more charming young lady. I suspect that even my wife would
love you. Come to think of it, everyone that has met you seems to
love you. You are remarkable. Don't tell my wife that I said so,
but I am actually looking forward to the next party."

I laughed and said, "Are you sure that you don't want a
preview?"

"Alas," he said with a sigh, "my conscience, and my all knowing
wife, prevents me from taking you up on that offer."

I kissed his cheek and said, "Come back often, even if it is just
to drink coffee and talk. I enjoyed your company."

He left and I thought about his strange situation. Imagine being
forced to have sex with other women, against his will! But then I
realized that once he was promoted, Brad would be in the position
of having to have sex with the EPOD ladies, whether he wanted to
or not. How would I feel about that? I hadn't considered that one
day I would no longer be in EPOD, but Brad would have those four
ladies available to service him. This seemed like something I
would need to discuss with Mrs. Burton when we went out to
dinner.

It was still early and I was left with nothing to do. It was my
first real day off since last Monday. And here I sat, kind of
wishing that one of the men, or a couple of the men, from the
plant would come on by and put me to good use. But nobody did,
and so I put my bikini on and went out back to get a little sun
and read for an hour. 

As I sat there in my lounger chair I couldn't help thinking about
the pictures I had seen at the new house of the fantastic pool
that we would soon have in our back yard. And I thought about our
parents and what they would think of our new home. And then I
wondered what we would tell them about how we could afford what
seemed to be adding up to a 1.5 million dollar home and
furnishings, and a car that cost nearly fifty thousand dollars.
Both sets of our parents had been sure that we would be so sorry
when we married so young. We were "setting ourselves up for
failure," according to my dad. As failures go, we seemed to be
doing pretty well.

I went in when my hour was up and took a shower. Then I stayed
naked, the way Brad likes me, and went around the house taking
serious stock of our possessions and deciding what would get
moved. There wasn't that much. Our books would have to go with
us, and our music, our clothes, some souvenirs, a very few pieces
of art and our photographs. Our furniture was what we could
afford at the time and we were not that attached to it. Brad
would want his tools out of the garage, and his sports equipment.
We sure wouldn't be needing movers!

I got supper ready and met Brad at the door, stark naked and with
his drink in my hand, just the way he likes me. He changed out of
his suit and we had dinner and I told him all about the strange
visit from Mr. Gordon. 

He said, "I hadn't thought of that. I thought that once I was
promoted it would be over. But it won't will it? And we might
both not want it to be over. But suddenly having the tables
turned, for me to be getting all of the action while you are left
out, I guess neither of us thought that far ahead."

After dinner I cleaned up and we played dominos for an hour. I
don't care for that particular pastime myself, but Brad learned
it from his family and they had played it a lot. He enjoyed it
and I didn't really mind. What pissed me off was that he always
won. At least at scrabble I had a fifty-fifty chance. Something
about those damned dominos, I mean, I can add and subtract, but I
just couldn't seem to think when we played that stupid game. 

Then we went to bed and read for a while. We didn't make love, we
were both sleepy by the time we turned the lights out. Instead,
we cuddled and he held me close and kissed my neck and my
shoulder and we just lay there feeling close and in love.

The next day I went out and got some boxes, came home and
undressed and did a little packing. I figured if I did a little
at a time, moving wouldn't even be a chore. 

Just before noon the doorbell rang and I looked out and saw that
it was Mr. Riggs, so I didn't bother getting dressed.

I went down and opened the door and he smiled when he saw me and
asked, "Were you expecting me sweetheart?"

I smiled back, invited him in and said, "No, Brad likes me this
way. So I stay naked most of the time I am at home."

"He is a smart man, and a lucky man. You do look lovely that way.
I am looking forward to following you upstairs."

I said, "Right this way sir," and led off to the staircase.

As we climbed the stairs I felt his hands on my thighs and my ass
and by the time we got to the top of the stairs and I looked
around I saw that he had a hardon. I walked ahead of him down the
short hallway, swaying my hips a little more than necessary to
get from point A to point B.

As soon as we were in my room I started to help him undress and
when his clothes were hung on the rack he took my in his arms and
hugged me and kissed me and ran his hands all over me. After we
had kissed for a moment he said quietly in my ear, "Grant really
pissed me off last week. He knew that I wanted your cherry ass
and he took it. I am going to have to make sure it's okay today.
It would be horrible if he had damaged such a beautiful ass."

I would much rather he use any other orifice, but after all it
isn't up to me. I stayed calm and asked him where he would like
to do this little check up and he told me to suck him off first,
then he would decide.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and I started to take the two
or three steps necessary to be at the edge of the bed and kneel
but he stopped me. He told me to back up until I was at the
wall.

I didn't know how he expected me to suck his cock from fifteen
feet away, but it was his nickel. When I was standing with my
back to the wall he ordered me to get down on my hands and knees
and crawl around in a circle until he stopped me.

Well, I had heard he was a little weird, but I didn't see the
harm in it. I dropped to my knees and started crawling around
while he watched my breasts sway and my ass swivel and I just
counted myself lucky that he didn't ask me to make animal noises.
It was humiliating, but I could see where it might be fun to
watch. 

I went around in a circle three times and he finally beckoned me
over to suck him off. As I was about to take his cock into my
mouth he asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

I smiled as sweetly as I could and responded, "It doesn't matter,
as long as you did."

He patted my head as if I was an Irish setter and then he let me
suck him off. I have to assume that he had enjoyed the show, he
came very quickly. I took my mouth off of him and swallowed his
cum and I was amazed again at how nice his cum tasted. It was
actually pleasant! I thought that was strange because he was such
an unpleasant person. After I had swallowed his hot, fresh cum I
went right back to sucking, gently at first, and then with more
enthusiasm. 

He watched me suck his cock for a few minutes and then he lay
back on the bed and lifted his legs and ordered me to lick and
suck on his ass. I had done this for Mr. Morris, of my own free
will. For some reason it wasn't the same being ordered to do it
by someone who seemed to already have such a low opinion of
women. But I didn't let him see what I was thinking. I had
received a lot of warnings about this guy. I didn't want to give
him any excuse to make things harder on me.

I licked up and down the crack of his ass for a few moments and
then I began working at his asshole with my tongue. He was
moaning with pleasure as I stiffened my tongue and pushed it
inside of him and I suppose that he was really enjoying it,
because he made me do it for a very long time. By the time he
dropped his legs my tongue muscles were about to give out.

I sucked his cock a little more, at his direction, and then he
ordered me up on the bed with my knees at the edge. He stood up
and moved between my legs and pushed his cock into my wet pussy.
He chuckled when he discovered how wet I was, as if it was all
the proof he needed that I was just a slut. But he didn't say
anything. He just stroked into my pussy for a minute and then he
pulled out and spread my ass cheeks and started forcing his cock
into my ass with no warm up, and no lubricant except my own
juices. 

I tried to tell him that I had a lubricant, but he just chuckled
and said, "That's okay honey, I ain't that big, and you ain't a
virgin anymore. It feels just fine to me."

Admittedly his cock was no more than average sized, but still, I
had only done this once, and I had been stretched out and
loosened up considerably first. But I didn't fight him. I put my
head down on my arms and grunted and gasped in pain and tried to
force myself to relax. 

As I moaned in pain he rubbed my ass cheeks roughly, occasionally
pinching me or slapping me as he began fucking me with a steady
rhythm. As he pumped my ass he was saying in a very demeaning
voice, "Yeah baby, nice ass. That feels great. Talk to me, let me
hear how much it hurts."

And it did hurt, and I did talk to him. I said, "Oh please Mr.
Riggs. I'm not used to this. It hurts. Please hurry." And then I
resumed panting and gasping in pain and I guess he liked the
sounds I was making because he came pretty quickly, thankfully.

He left his cock buried in me until it was soft and then he
pulled it out and grabbed my hair and pulled my face around and
made me suck him clean. What I wanted to do was bite the
bastard's cock off. But I had to believe that if I did that,
there was a better than even chance that it might have a less
than desirable effect on Brad's career.

He let me suck him for quite a while before he was satisfied and
then he made me turn around again so he could examine my asshole.
He made me spread my cheeks and bend down a little more and he
said, "It still looks beautiful, Jan. You could probably take on
an army and still look beautiful. Maybe we will have to find out
one of these days."

He reached out and scooped up some of his cum that was leaking
out of my asshole and turned me around again and made me lick his
fingers clean. 

Then he turned me back around again and as I leaned back down and
spread my ass again he dressed slowly, staring at me in this
humiliating position.

When he was dressed he said, "I am going to come by and pick you
up tonight and take you out for a while, be ready at eight."

I said, "I can't sir. One of the other VPs is picking me up
tonight at seven."

His face got red and he looked really pissed off. "Who, which
VP?" he asked, in a very irritated voice.

"Mr. Burton," I responded quietly. I had a feeling that I was
going to pay for not being available, even though it wasn't my
fault.

He hesitated for a moment and then he said, "Okay, tomorrow night
then, same time, eight o'clock. Wear something slutty."

"Yes sir," I responded.

I wasn't too happy about this. This guy was scary.

He left me in that humiliating position. I stayed that way until
I heard the front door close. Then I got up and took a shower and
as I washed my tender asshole I wondered what I should say to
Brad.

I thought it best if I said no more than I had to. Brad would put
up with a lot of consensual sex; everything would be fine as long
as nobody was getting hurt. But if he thought Riggs was acting
the way Riggs was acting, he might just rearrange his face.
Besides, I figured that if Riggs really did get to be a problem,
I could always go to Mr. Morris. I didn't want to do that though.
It would be best if I just put up with the asshole and got by,
just like all the other wives were apparently doing.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I had nothing to do but
wait until it was time to get dressed to go out. Brad came home
at the normal time and he took a shower and changed and at 6:30 I
put on some of my slutty panties and a nearly see-through dress
with a deep, deep cleavage in front a back that dipped so low
that the crack of my ass was almost showing.

The Burtons showed up promptly at seven, with the stretch limo.
These people really knew how to live! They came in and we had a
drink and got acquainted. Mrs. Burton, Midge, was in her
mid-forties and I liked her instantly. She was funny and sexy and
friendly as hell. We sat and talked for a while and drank our
drinks and I told her that I would really like to meet her and
pick her brain when she could spare the time. 

Before long we were on our way out the door and I was excited
about my first ride in a limo. Both the Burtons complimented me
on my dress, and my body, and I blushed. For some reason, having
another woman as part of the equation was embarrassing for me.

As the limo driver held the door for us I got in first and as I
did I felt a hand on my ass. I assumed it was Brad, but when I
got inside and sat down in one of the luxurious leather seats I
saw that the person behind me was Midge! She winked at me and sat
beside me and put her hand lightly on my thigh.

She smiled and said, "You are going to see some strange sights
tonight my dear. We are going to a private club called 'The Slave
Traders.' The food and the drinks are fantastic, and the scenery
is too, though it takes some getting used to."

I had lived here for six years, and Brad for four years, and we
had never heard of this place. One reason became obvious as we
traveled. It was dark and we couldn't see that well by the time
we got there. We were an hour and a half out of town, up in the
mountains and away from everything else. The club was a large
stone and wood building with no windows that opened onto the
parking lot and no signs or lights. There were dozens of cars in
the parking lot, all of them very expensive. It was the strangest
club I had ever seen.

We were let out at the door and the men got out first, then me,
with Midge's hand on my ass again, and then Midge. When she was
out and the car had pulled away she said, "I hope you didn't
mind, you have a beautiful ass."

I said, "Well, I have to admit, it is a new experience for me,
but no, I don't mind at all. I have been having a lot of new
experiences lately, and most of them have been very pleasant."

"So I hear," she said with a warm smile. "In fact, I hear you are
the girl that made Mr. Morris smile for the first time in
decades. You know we talk about you girls, don't you?"

"Who is we?" I asked.

"I'll tell you later Jan," she said. Then we all went to the
door. As we approached the massive wooden door it opened and a
very stiff and reserved looking man in a tuxedo stepped out and
said, "Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Burton, it is wonderful to see you again.
Your table is ready, come right in."

We stepped inside and Mr. Burton introduced us to the man in the
tuxedo. He looked at Brad and me carefully, as though he wasn't
quite sure whether or not to let us in. But then he smiled and
held up a finger and a naked woman came out of nowhere and the
man in the tuxedo, Jeffry, said, "This is Melody, she will be
taking care of you this evening."

Melody was a very busty blonde, with no hair anywhere on her body
except her head, and a beautiful body. She smiled and acted as
though she was fully dressed as she led us to a table in the
darkened club. It was so dark I could hardly see Midge in front
of me as we made our way to our booth. We stopped at the booth
and as Brad and Mr. Burton, or David now, watched, Midge slid the
tiny straps of my dress down off of my shoulders and helped me to
step out of my it. As she undressed me she said, "I hope you
don't mind, I have been dying to see you naked since I met you."


I didn't have time to form a reply before she slid my panties off
and she handed my dress and underwear to Melody and then added
her own clothes and the two of us sat down naked on one end of
the booth, the men sat on the other.

I was still speechless, but I had had time to take note of
Midge's body and I was very impressed. If I looked half that good
when I was her age I would be proud. From the neck down she could
pass for mid-twenties, and her face showed very little sign of
aging either. She was very sexy.

As Melody left to put our clothes somewhere and get our drinks
Madge said, "Comfortable?"

I smiled and said, "I suppose there is a first time for
everything. I am a bit surprised to admit it, but yes, I feel
great! It helps that I am not the only one at the table that is
naked."
Then I smiled at Brad and said, "Doesn't it dear?"

He grinned and wisely kept his mouth shut.

The waitress came back with our drinks and menus and I opened the
menu and looked at all of the strange names the food had. I
looked at Midge and she smiled and took my menu and said, "That's
alright dear, David will order for us."

The club was very dark still, but my eyes had adjusted a little
and I could see movement as naked women moved through the club
going to the booths. It appeared that all of the seating was at
booths, I didn't see any tables. The club was on several levels,
like an amphitheater. The booths in front of us were low enough
that we could look over them and see all the way down to the
level of the main floor. 

It was pleasantly quiet in here and we could talk quietly among
ourselves. David and Brad talked a little about work, but mostly
about sports. Midge and I talked about EPOD.

I had a million questions. But the first one I had to ask was how
difficult it was to cope when she was no longer in it. 

She laughed quietly and said, "That was the perfect question
dear! Most women would ask how I had coped when I was in it. You
are going to get a long great! In answer to your question, I miss
it terribly, we both do. But we have found other outlets. We have
a few close friends that we party with from time to time. And we
do things like come here and play from time to time."

"Play?" I asked, not sure what she meant about playing in this
quiet club.

"You'll see, be patient," she said.

Then she asked me how I had reacted when I had first heard about
EPOD. I told her about the night Brad had told me and how
conflicted my emotions were, but mostly how horny I had gotten. 

She laughed and said, "Exactly what I felt!"

I asked, "How do you feel now that David is getting all of the
fun and you are out EPOD? It doesn't seem fair. The wives should
still be able to stay in it if they want to. Don't you think?"

"Well," she said, "the truth is that most of them don't enjoy it
as much as you and I. Some of them downright hate it. I suppose
if ours was the more popular opinion it might carry more
weight."

"Is there any reason why it can't be changed, be made voluntary?
Who would have to make that change?"

"The big seven, although I hear you have a lot of influence with
Mr. Morris and that would be helpful."

"Would you really like it if I could get it changed? I guess I
shouldn't be rocking the boat yet, I have only met one of the
other three wives in EPOD so far, and I don't really know her. I
probably shouldn't piss them off until after I meet them and get
to know them a little better."

"You are probably right about that, and yes," Midge said, "I
would love to get back in. And David would love it to. We both
miss it. And while we are on the subject of pissing someone off,
now would be a good time to warn you about Gavin Riggs. There is
something not quite right about that man. He hasn't hurt anyone
yet, but he has, well, he has done some pretty bad things. Be
careful around him."

I glanced at Brad to make sure he wasn't listening and then I
told her about what had happened earlier today, and how he had
reacted when I told him that I couldn't go out with him this
evening.

She got a concerned look on her face and said, "He is bad news
Jan, be careful. He has done some things that he should have
gotten in trouble for. But the poor girls that he did them to
didn't have the balls to say anything because they were looking
out for their husbands."

I shivered, and I wasn't cold. I decided that it was time to
change the subject. I asked her about the other three wives in
EPOD.

She smiled and said, "None of them are as well adjusted as you
are. Or as lovely, I might add. Carol Mitchum and Madison Scott
are both taking it alright, although they give the impression
that they would rather not be in it. That may or may not be a
faade to please their stuffed shirt husbands. Personally I think
it is. They seem to be making the best of it though, and they
enjoy it from time to time. 

They have been in it for a while and their newness has worn off
and they aren't bothered every day like you probably are. Grace
Davis is another story. She is a cold, manipulating bitch and you
should never turn your back on her. She acts so sweet to the men
when she is forced to be with them, but is a hateful, spiteful,
gold digging little bitch that would much rather kill a man than
fuck him, if there were a choice and the money was even either
way."

"It doesn't sound like these parties they keep talking about are
going to be a lot of fun!" I said, unhappy with her description
of my fellow EPOD members.

"They won't be that bad. The men will be concentrating on you for
a while. And the other women behave as though they are having a
good time. I suppose that Carol and Madison enjoy themselves most
of the time. Sometimes Riggs can put a damper on things at the
party, although he usually behaves himself when the other VPs are
around. 

You will be putting on informal little performances with the
other wives from time to time. It isn't so bad with the other
two, but having sex with Grace is like making love to an iceberg.
She does and says all of the right things when any of the men are
listening, and I don't know how many of them fall for her shit.
But she is a cold, calculating bitch."

I don't know if my eyes were getting better adjusted to the dark
or if the lights were getting brighter but suddenly I realized
that there were women, naked women, chained to the walls all
around the room, and to posts throughout the room. 

Midge saw my expression when I saw them and she laughed out loud.
I poked Brad and nodded at the decorations chained up around the
room and he almost choked on his drink.

I stared at the women chained to the walls around the room and
after a while I became aware that there were people moving around
checking them out. They were walking around calmly looking at
them, touching them, anything they wanted. Most of the people
were men, but I saw some women doing it too. Once in a while I
saw what seemed to be a man pulling out his dick and putting it
into one or more of the women. And then I noticed that every few
minutes a couple of men in tuxedos would come out and unchain one
of he women and take her away. 

I tried to ask Midge what was going on, but she just smiled and
said, "Shhh, don't spoil the surprise."

Our food came; I was surprised because I hadn't seen David order.
The food was definitely on the gourmet side. I had no idea what I
was eating, but it was delicious. And whatever I was drinking was
most excellent as well.

We ate and as we ate I continued to watch the action along the
walls. Several times I noticed that a woman I recognized as
having been removed was brought back out and chained up again. I
was really intrigued. But that damned Midge wouldn't say a word.


The meal was delicious, but the portions were small and it was
over and done with very quickly. The naked waitress came and
cleared the table and then she came back with another drink for
David and Brad. Midge and I were not even asked if we wanted one,
and I did!

But the reason for that omission was soon apparent. Four men in
tuxedos appeared at our table and Midge pushed me out and
followed right behind. I looked at David and he just smiled and
said, "Do what you are told."

I could tell that Brad was curious too, but he didn't seem
concerned, and I figured he was there if I needed him, I hoped.
So I allowed two of the men to take me away. Midge was being
pulled along right behind me. It was comforting that I was not
alone.

We were taken to an empty space on the wall and chained up. We
were lucky, some of the women were in grotesque positions, and I
even saw a couple scattered around that were upside down! We were
chained up as though we were on a cross, with our legs slightly
parted, but our feet were planted firmly on the floor.

Almost as soon as the men in tuxedos had walked away, men, and
now and then a woman, approached and explored our bodies. Fingers
pinched and pulled my nipples and explored my pussy, and when
they were satisfied they put their fingers in my mouth to be
sucked clean. 

None of these people spoke to us. They didn't ask us any
questions or tell us what they wanted. They just examined us as
though they were shopping for slaves. A couple of times a man
stood in front of me and pulled out his cock and bent at the
knees and forced his cock into me. I must admit that by the first
time it happened I was already so wet that not a lot of force was
necessary.

I had not been there very long when two men in tuxedos came and
got me and led me down a dark hallway and into a room about the
size of a gymnasium. It was not your normal gym though.
Everywhere that I looked I saw women strapped down to benches of
various designs being fucked by men. Most of the men were
dressed; all of the women were naked. 

Sometimes I saw men at benches talking to the other men and then
they would exchange partners, if the woman strapped down and
being fucked could be called a partner. I was led to a strange
looking padded bench and strapped down and I didn't have time to
ask what the hell was going on before the men in tuxedos left and
a man stepped up behind me and plowed his cock into me. I turned
around and recognized him as one of the men that had come around
and felt me up earlier.

He fucked me violently and I suddenly realized that I was
extremely turned on and I ended up cumming twice before he pulled
out of my pussy and ran around and buried his cock in my throat
and shot his cum straight down my throat. 

I don't like that. I mean, I don't mind the deepthroat part, but
I want to taste a man's cum when he cums in my mouth. But I
didn't have time to complain because while the man that had just
cum in my mouth was letting his cock drain in my mouth someone
else started fucking me, someone with a very fat cock. It felt
great and I was cumming again by the time the cock in my mouth
disappeared. 

My mouth wasn't empty long though. As soon as the first man that
had taken me finished and walked away, another man put his cock
in my mouth. This new cock was only semi-hard, and I could tell
that it had just come out of some other woman's pussy! I was so
shocked, and so fucking turned on, that I screamed all around his
cock as I had a huge orgasm!

I guess he liked it. By the time I was through cumming and
screaming around his cock he was hard and he was buried half way
down my throat. But this gentleman pulled out all but the head
when he started to cum and finished himself off with his hand. I
got to enjoy a nice mouthful of cum this time.

The second man that had fucked me, very well I might add, came
around and put his slimy cock in my mouth and I got to see it. I
was impressed! Even soft it was huge. I wouldn't want to have it
every time I fucked, but now and then, for a little variety, it
was very nice. I was glad that someone else had gone first to
open me up a little though.

I was laying alone on the bench for a couple of minutes when a
naked woman came over and used a damp cloth to clean me. When she
moved away there were two men in tuxedos who freed me and took me
back out and chained me up where I had been. Midge was gone now
and I stood as more men came by and took advantage of me. 

It was about ten minutes before they brought Midge back out. She
looked totally fucked, and she was smiling like a Cheshire cat.
She winked at me and allowed herself to be chained back up to the
wall. 

After about ten minutes, two men who were together came and
stopped in front of me. They pulled and squeezed my tits and took
turns sticking fingers in my pussy for a moment. Then they moved
over to Midge and did the same thing to her. 

I didn't have time to see what they did next because a very
large, very masculine woman stopped in front of me. She leered at
me and reached out and twisted my nipples painfully. Then she
reached down and stuck a couple of fingers into my pussy. It was
obvious that I had been fucked recently. She pulled her fingers
out and roughly shoved them into my mouth and whispered, "You
fucking slut. You need someone to teach you how to behave. Teach
you how to eat pussy. Put you in your fucking place."

She was the only person that had spoken to me since I had been
chained up, but I didn't like the sound of what she had to say. I
was almost happy when two men in tuxedos came and unchained me
again. I saw the look of anger and disappointment on that weird
woman's face and I was sure that whatever was about to happen to
me was better than spending a little time with her.

Before I was led away, Midge was also unchained and we were led
away together. We went to a different room this time. It was a
much smaller room with only one bench. Midge was strapped down on
her back on the bench and I was placed on top of her in the
sixty-nine position and strapped down. This time though, we both
had the use of our hands. The first bench I had been strapped to
had included straps for my wrists and I had been totally
immobilized.

Now, for the first time, I had a woman's pussy in my face. I also
had a woman's face in my pussy. I had expected that this would
happen. I had even expected it to happen tonight. I just had not
expected it to happen like this.

One of the two men that had chosen us pushed my head down and I
knew what he wanted without a word being spoken. I began to
tentatively lick at Midge's pussy as I felt her tongue moving
over my own. I could tell that she had recently had sex. But she
seemed clean, and I found that I was enjoying it. Of course, the
tricks that she was doing with her tongue might have had a lot to
do with that. She was driving me nuts and I really felt like I
wanted to please her as much as she was pleasing me.

We had not been doing this for very long when things got a whole
lot better. I watched as, right before my eyes, a long thin cock
came into sight and slowly entered Midge's swollen, red pussy. 

At the same time I felt one entering me. I had never felt
anything like it. That nice cock was slowly fucking away at my
pussy while Midge was tickling my clit with her tongue and it was
the most wonderful sensation I had ever experienced. It was all I
could do to keep up with her. 

It was so erotic. I had never seen a cock going into a pussy,
except in a porn movie, and that just isn't the same as having it
happen right in your face. I licked Midge's clit like crazy,
stopping only occasionally to moan in pleasure, or to suck clean
the cock that was fucking her when he pulled out and shoved it
into my throat.

Both men were taking their time and Midge and I both must have
cum a dozen times by the time they came. When the man fucking
Midge pulled out he made me clean his cock one last time, and
then, without anyone even suggesting it, I put my mouth around
Midge's pussy and licked and sucked it clean. She started
screaming in pleasure as I worked on her, but her screams were
muffled and I could tell that she still had a cock in her mouth.

I had eaten every trace of cum from her pussy by the time she
started to return the favor. And I understood now what she had
been screaming about. It was so fucking hot, so fucking sexy, in
less than two minutes I was cumming and screaming and the two men
were just standing there watching in amazement.

Finally we both collapsed in exhaustion and we were released from
the bench. Before we left a woman came around with a damp scented
cloth and we were freshened up again. I tried to ask Midge some
questions, like how much longer this would go on, and what if I
wanted to go to the bathroom, but when I tried to speak she shook
her head and I shut up and waited for the men to come and chain
us up again.

And they did. And the parade of men mauling my body continued. In
fact, if anything there were a lot more of them now. I was deeply
relieved that the butch broad from earlier had not come back. She
was scary.

Midge was taken away again almost immediately. I had the
impression that the man that selected her knew her. They hadn't
spoken; I just thought I saw a look pass between them, a look of
familiarity in their faces.

Before she was returned I was selected again. I was taken into
the larger main room again and this time I was strapped down on
my back with my head hanging down. A pair of large, black, hairy
legs appeared in front of my face and I realized that I was going
to have my first sexual encounter with a black man. I shivered in
excitement, and then I shivered in fear. He was standing with his
fat nine inch cock pointed right at my lips. He leaned forward
and I opened my mouth and felt him feed me a couple of inches. 

I was scared, it was a very large and very impressive organ and I
was used to more average sized men. But he was patient and as he
moved several inches of his cock in and out of my mouth he was
playing with my tits and I was starting to really get into it.
Then, to make things even better, I felt someone start shoving
another cock into my pussy. I moaned around the cock in my mouth
and started being less passive, taking more and more of it into
my mouth. The man that was the owner of that big black cock just
let me work at it and soon I had my confidence built up and I had
to see if I could do it. And damned if I didn't!

I enjoyed his big hands on my tits and his companion's cock in my
pussy as I moved my head up and down his cock until the head of
it finally slid into my throat. That was the only time I heard a
man speak from the time we had been led to the wall and chained
up. He groaned and said, "Jesus H. Christ on a stick! Look at
this fucking bitch!"

His companion shushed him and that was all the talking I heard.
But just as he was getting ready to cum he couldn't be passive
any longer and he started fucking my mouth and throat and it
hurt, but I was pretty damned proud of myself, because I took it
all and made him swear. Unlike with the other cocks I had taken
down my throat since I became able to do that, I could not breath
around this one. I felt him bury himself in my throat and I felt
his massive organ throbbing as he shot his cum down my throat.
But I was almost unconscious when he finally pulled it out of me.
It had been fun though. I hadn't cum, I was too preoccupied with
the cock in my throat, but I'd do it again. I wished that Brad
could have seen it.

I coughed a little when he pulled out and gasped for air. He
looked around and bent down and whispered, "Sorry. Are you
okay?"

I smiled and winked at him and nodded. He smiled back and moved
out of the way so that I could suck his friend's cock clean. His
friend was white, and his cock was at least as large as the man
that had just fucked my face. I would have liked to have one of
them in my pussy again before they left. I was pretty turned on
right then. But they turned and walked away. As they left the
black man turned back and winked at me though. I thought that was
sweet.

I was waiting for the woman to come clean me so I could be taken
back out when another man came over and started running his hands
over my body. My head was down and I couldn't see who it was
unless I lifted up my head. I didn't though, not until after this
new man started fucking me. He was doing a very good job and I
had to look up and see what I was dealing with. I had the shock
of my life when I lifted my head and saw the man that owned the
dry cleaning shop that I used. I smiled at him, mostly because I
saw that he was just as shocked as I was. Then I put my head back
down and enjoyed it. I came twice before he finally came and then
came around to be cleaned. 

There was something about this situation that was really turning
me on. It was just something about all of this anonymous sex, all
of these chains and this silence, and being so available and
helpless. It was just turning me the fuck on so bad. I was
cumming and cumming at the drop of a zipper. I bet I would have
cum if someone just rubbed a cock over my face!

My drycleaner finally walked away after one last fond squeeze of
my breast and the rag lady was there with her warm cloth. I was
washed; face and pussy, and then the tuxedo men came and freed
me. They almost had to carry me out of the room. I was really
getting tired now. I had no idea what time it was or how long I
had been doing this. Or perhaps I should say how long I had been
having this done to me. I really could have used a little rest.

But I was taken back out and chained up and Midge was there
looking fresh as a daisy and eager for more. I felt kind of bad
for pussying out and gave myself a little pep talk. It helped a
little, but I was still in need of a rest. A good stiff drink
would be nice too.

As I was hanging there in my chains letting the men feel me up
and look me over it suddenly occurred to me that I really didn't
have much to fear from Mr. Riggs any longer. After tonight, there
wasn't much he could do to me that I couldn't handle. I hoped.

There was still a lot of traffic, a lot of men coming along and
pawing us, some quite skillfully and causing a lot of good
feelings. Many others rough and verging on cruel, but still it
was stimulating that we were helpless and had no choice but to
submit to these men. 

I was starting to get ready again; all that touching by so many
men can be extremely stimulating, but my other wish came true
first. A dozen men in tuxedos came out of the hallway and started
going down the line releasing us. It is a good thing that Midge
was there, because I would not have had a clue as to where our
seats were. 

Midge saw the lost look and put her arm around my shoulder and
guided me back to our booth. As we slowly walked down the dark
aisles she said quietly, "You loved it, didn't you? You liked it
as much as I do."

I smiled at her and said, "Yes, except for that scary lesbian
that almost pulled my nipples off, I had a great time. Do you do
this often?"

She said, "No, it takes a while to recuperate. And if we did it
too often it wouldn't be special. Would you like to come the next
time we come?"

Before I could answer I wanted to talk to Brad. I asked her,
"What were the guys doing while we were chained up. Were they
some of the men moving around picking women to fuck?"

"They probably went through once or twice," she answered, "just
to take the edge off. But I'm sure that they saved something for
later. Does it bother you, the idea that Brad went down that wall
and picked out a strange woman and had sex with her?"

"No," I said, "not anymore. We had a couple of threesomes when I
was still in college and we talked about finding another woman,
instead of another man. At the time I was uncomfortable with it,
but not now. It's just sex."

"Good," she said, "that sounds like a healthy attitude."

"How did you like our little foursome back there?" she asked.

I smiled and said, "That was a bunch of firsts! But I loved it.
Not to be presumptuous, but maybe we should get together some
day, some day soon."

Midge smiled and said, "I had that in mind."

We were approaching our booth. I was surprised at how large this
place was. The men were seated and there were drinks waiting for
us. 

They watched us as we took our seats and both of us took big sips
of our drinks. I leaned forward and asked Brad, "Well, did you
have fun while we were out entertaining the troops?"

He grinned, looking just a little guilty, and said, "I may have
strayed from our marriage vows while you were away from the
table. Would you be upset if I had?"

I grinned back and said, "I'd be upset if you hadn't. You can
tell me all about it later while I'm sucking your cock."

Midge interrupted with, "Or maybe while I am sucking his cock."

"That would work too," I said. "And I could tell them about our
little foursome."

We finished our drinks and the naked waitress came back with our
clothes. But we didn't dress. Midge and I carried our clothes out
to the limo. It was kind of amusing; the parking lot was full of
naked women and fully dressed men.

The driver was holding the door open when we got to the car, but
to look at his face you would never believe that two naked women
were getting into his car.

I was first in again, but this time David got in after me and
joined me on the plush seat that I had been sitting on. Midge and
Brad sat across from us. David was all over me and Brad was all
over Midge and for some reason the ride back to our house didn't
seem to take any time at all. We pulled up in our driveway and we
invited them in. They gladly accepted and we started to make a
run for the door, Midge and I were still naked, but I stopped and
turned around and invited the driver to come inside.

He looked at David and David nodded and after he locked the car
the driver followed us inside. The driver was a nice looking man
in his early thirties and I wondered if Midge had picked him or
if David had. 

When we got inside I took drink orders and when I got back with
the drinks, Brad and Midge were at it again. I set their drinks
down on the coffee table and gave David his. Then I gave one to
the chauffer and after he took it and thanked me I introduced
myself. He smiled politely and told me his name was Matthew and
then he told me how beautiful he thought that I was. 

I thanked him, but I was unsure of the protocol. I didn't want to
go flirting with the help if that was inappropriate. I was saved
from any further discomfort when David spoke up behind me and
said, "Matt, stop teasing the poor girl. You know I am done for
the night when I leave the club. Even Jan's sweet ass couldn't
get me up right now. Show her why Midge would leave me if I ever
fired you."

Matt smiled and said, "Sorry Jan, but I always do what I'm told."
He toasted me and gulped his drink down, and I gulped mine down
right along with him. Then he took our glasses and set them down
and pulled me into his arms. 

His hands were all over me and I was ready. I reached down
between us and put my hand over the large bulge in his pants. He
groaned and kissed me passionately for a moment before he stepped
back and started to undress rapidly. I would have helped, but I
would have just been in the way.

I had seen larger cocks than his tonight, but his was very nice.
It looked like it was nearly eight inches long and thick enough
to be an 'A ticket' ride at any amusement park I have ever been
to.

I reached for an afghan that was sitting on the end of the sofa
and spread it out on the floor. We got comfortable and he started
using his talented fingers and his even more talented tongue on
my tired, but very sensitized body. He drove me to orgasm after
orgasm before I finally pushed him away and forced him down on to
his back.

I started kissing him at his face and then worked my way down his
very fit body to his cock. He must have enjoyed himself when he
was working on me because the lube was running down his cock and
making his stomach and his balls all shiny. I licked him clean
and started sucking his nice big cock. 

While I was sucking him I heard Midge talking and I looked over
at them. Brad was naked now too, but apparently they were
finished, at least for now. They were relaxing and sipping their
drinks and watching us while Midge told them about our foursome
at the club. 

She told it very well, nothing was left out. And I was getting
turned on all over again just as the driver started to cum in my
mouth. I guess he had been saving up, because I can't remember
ever getting a larger load from any one man. I had to swallow
before he was finished. I never had to do that before!

When he was finished I held his cock in my mouth until he was
soft, then I got up and helped him up and we walked over to where
the other three were sitting. I did a drink check, and got us
each another one. Well, not Matt. One is his limit when he is
driving. So I got him a soft drink and the five of us sat around
talking for a while longer. It was so pleasant, and I was having
so much fun that I didn't pay any attention to the time. I had
not known what time it was since seven when they picked us up.

They left when they finished their drinks and we all agreed to
get together again soon. We saw them out and then I went around
picking up the living room. It wasn't until I got into the
kitchen that I saw what time it was. It was almost three AM! I
haven't stayed up past midnight more than once or twice since I
got out of college.

We realized that we were tired all of a sudden and we went to bed
and fell asleep with not much more than an "I love you."

When I finally got up in the morning it was almost ten AM. I made
coffee and I called to see if Brad was available. I got to talk
to him for a minute. He was exhausted, but we agreed that we had
had a great time and would like to do it again, preferably not on
a work night.

I reminded him that I had a "date" with Mr. Riggs. He was quiet
for a moment, then he said, "I wish I could say don't go. I don't
trust that man.

I said, "I know, don't worry. I'll be okay. After last night I'm
not even worried about it anymore."

I let Brad get back to work and I took a shower and got dressed
and made my trip to the dry cleaners. I didn't even remember that
I had fucked the owner last night until I pulled up in the
parking lot. It was too late to do anything about it then. Brad
needed his clothes, and besides, he was just as guilty of fucking
me as I was of fucking him.

I didn't see him when I went in. I went in twice a week and the
girls behind the counter all knew me. They greeted me by name and
went to get my cleaning. While I was waiting the owner came out
to the front and saw me and smiled. I smiled back and we nodded
at each other. He came over and we flirted for a moment, just
like we always do when I come in. It was all as though he hadn't
fucked me while I was strapped down to a bench last night. That
wasn't so bad!

I took my cleaning and went to Sweet Nothings. I decided that I
would look around and see if there was anything sexier than the
dress that I had worn last night. If not, I planned to wear that
dress again. After all, I had only had it on for an hour, the
rest of the evening I had been naked.

When I went in to the store the owner, Jo, recognized me and came
over and said hello. We talked for a minute and I told her that I
was looking for something that was only just possibly legal to
wear tonight. It should be something classy, and pretty, but
slutty.

Jo thought about it for a moment and then she led me to a rack
with tiny, gossamer like dresses that just barely covered those
parts that needed to be covered in public, but with a fabric so
fine that they did more to emphasize your body than to cover it.
I tried on a white one, and I wasn't all that sure that it was
something I could wear without getting arrested. The fabric was
almost weightless, and so sheer that my nipples, which were only
just a fraction of an inch from being exposed anyway, were
clearly visible. I could also see the style and color of my
panties. 

I reached under the dress and pulled off my underwear and I could
see the small patch of bright red pubic hair over my slit. When I
turned around I could see nearly an inch of the top of my butt
crack before the dress started, and I could see the rest of it
through the material. I have a small mole on one cheek and it was
plainly visible.

It was certainly sexy enough, but could I actually wear this in
public? I looked at Jo and she smiled and said, "Well, you might
want to avoid going by police headquarters tonight, but damn!
That dress was made for you!"

I thought about it for a moment and decided that Mr. Riggs had
said slutty, this was definitely slutty. I would wear it and if
he didn't like it he could make me change. So I bought it.

I went home with my new dress and dropped off my cleaning and my
new dress and changed into my exercise clothes. I drove to the
gym and worked out for a while. It really helped me get my blood
flowing after the late night last night. I had been missing a lot
of workouts lately because of, well, because of sex. So it took
me a little while to get back in the groove. But by the time I
finished my workout I was sweaty and smelly and loose. I mean
limber.

I returned to the house in time to start supper and then I took
another shower and put my outfit in the spare bedroom. Brad would
be going to bed right after supper to make up for last night. I
probably wouldn't see him again until morning. Or at least I
wouldn't see him awake.

I didn't dress after my shower. When Brad got home I met him at
the door, naked and drink in hand. He didn't change clothes. I
had to force him to eat a little something and then I took him
upstairs and put him to bed. We kissed and I turned out the light
and told him that I would tell him all about it tomorrow. He
looked worried, but he couldn't stay awake. I had pulled enough
all-nighters in college to remember how he felt, I understood
perfectly.

I closed the bedroom door and went down and cleaned up the dining
room and kitchen and then I went and got dressed in my new slut
outfit. I wore the tiniest thong that I owned under it. It just
barely covered my slit with a nearly transparent patch of
material that was just enough, with the dress, to keep my slit
from being exposed. I put on a pair of four inch heels, much
higher than I normally wear. I had not worn them in a while and I
walked around for a few minutes to get my balance back. I put my
ID, my house key, my cell phone and a little cash in a small
clutch purse and I was ready to go.

I heard Mr. Riggs pull up at about ten before eight and I was on
the way to the door when the bell rang. I opened the door and it
was his driver. I will give the man credit; he tried very hard to
make believe that I was not nearly naked. He invited me to the
car and I locked the door and followed him.

He held the car door for me and as I stepped inside Mr. Riggs
reached out and pulled me down beside him. Before I knew what was
going on he pulled my arms behind my back and put handcuffs on
me. Then he looked me over and told me that my outfit was
perfect. 

I, meanwhile, was looking at the two strangers sitting on one of
the side benches staring at me. 

Mr. Riggs noticed their looks and said, "Didn't I tell you the
slut was hot?"

The driver got in and we took off and as soon as the car was
moving Mr. Riggs pushed me over to the two strangers and invited
them to check me out closer.

I nearly broke my neck as I stumbled and fell onto the men's
laps. Their hands were all over me instantly. I could smell the
alcohol in the limo; all three men were already pretty well
loosened up.

My dress was soon bunched up around my waist and my little thong
pulled out of the way and their hands were groping me roughly. I
could see Mr. Riggs watching, and I had the impression that he
was disappointed that I wasn't all that put out at the way I was
being treated. I didn't want to challenge him, but I wasn't going
to start crying for him either.

After several minutes of pretty rough mauling I was pushed to the
soft carpet on my knees and one of the men started face fucking
me. The other one had his cock out and was ready. I sucked them
both off with little difficulty and swallowed their large loads
of cum easily. When I was finished I was kept on my knees with
the second man's cock in my mouth for a few minutes longer, long
enough for us to reach our destination.

The limo came to a stop and the driver got out and opened the
door, but before we got out, Mr. Riggs said, "You might as well
come over here and take the edge off before we get started."

I walked on my knees to where he was seated and with the door
wide open and the driver standing there watching, I sucked off
Mr. Riggs. If you haven't tried it, I have to tell you, sucking a
guy off when you are wearing handcuffs is a lot harder than when
you have the use of your hands.

Mr. Riggs came in my mouth and after I swallowed he got out, put
his cock away, and then reached in and pulled me out. I looked
around and saw that I was standing in front of an adult book
store, with my dress still bunched at my waist.

Mr. Riggs asked the driver to straighten my dress out, which he
did, slowly and carefully and with lots of touching. Then Mr.
Riggs' two friends got out and we entered the book store.

It was a surprisingly large store. It looked bigger on the inside
than it had on the outside. All eyes seemed to be on me as I
walked around with Mr. Riggs and his friends, looking at dirty
books and movies and sex toys. Some of those toys looked pretty
interesting!

At first the men that were in the store just watched us
discretely. But Mr. Riggs and his friends were constantly
touching me and insulting me, and soon men started gathering
around to watch and listen. 

One of the men watching asked, "Is that your little sex toy?"

Mr. Riggs answered, "Actually, she is married to one of my
employees, and most of the time she is just a happy little
housewife. But tonight she is my twenty-two year old cum pig."

I didn't know exactly what the term cum pig meant, but it sounded
kind of messy. 

The man that had asked the question came closer and, after
looking at Mr. Riggs for permission, he pulled me close and
smelled my breath. Then he reached inside my dress and pulled on
my breast and said, "Smells like she has already had her first
load of cum for the night."

Mr. Riggs smiled and said, "Three of them actually. That was just
an appetizer."

I was groaning as the man started squeezing my tit hard. Then he
reached up and pulled my hair and when I squealed in pain he
leaned forward and spit right in my mouth. I gasped in shock and
stepped back, losing my balance in those ungodly shoes I was
wearing and fell flat on my ass. It hurt like hell, because my
hands were useless and I was unable to break my fall. 

But the audience was amused and gathered around to watch as I
struggled to get back to my feet. I had to get to my knees first,
but before I could stand up Mr. Riggs said, "Stay there, I'll
tell you if I need you to stand up."

The audience seemed to be enjoying my abuse immensely. They
closed in around me and I had hands all over me, pinching and
pulling and squeezing. Before long my dress was nothing but a
belt again. And not long after that someone reached down and
grabbed the thin string on my left hip and pulled it, snapping it
and allowing the little patch of cloth that had been covering my
slit to fall down onto my thigh, exposing me totally now.

A tall skinny old guy came over and watched for a minute, then he
turned to Mr. Riggs and said, "I hate like hell to say this,
because I am really enjoying the show. But you are going to need
to take this in the back, just in case someone comes in that
might take offense, like the law."

Mr. Riggs smiled and said, "I understand perfectly." Then he
turned to me and said, "Come on pig, let's go." 

I tried to struggle to my feet but he drew his arm back and
slapped the hell out of me, knocking me back down to the floor,
on my face this time.

I looked at him in shock and he said, "I told you to stay the
fuck down there pig! Now get back up on your knees and let's
go!"

I struggled back to my knees and the crowd parted to allow me to
fight to keep up with him as he walked at a normal pace across
the floor. The floor was wooden, but fairly smooth. At least I
wasn't getting splinters, but I was definitely scraping my skin
off. Suddenly I wasn't so confident that I could handle Mr.
Riggs.

As I struggled to follow him through the closely gathered crowd
of dirty old men, hands reached out and tugged at my swaying
breasts or pinched my exposed ass as I went by. 

We reached a door in the back wall and a buzzer sounded and one
of Mr. Riggs' friends opened the door and held it while the four
of us passed through. We entered a very dark hallway and paused.
I couldn't see because there were two men standing in front of
me. But as they moved down the hallway my knees were now scraping
on a cement floor and I realized that we were passing men
standing in the dark watching me in amazement as I hobbled along
on my knees with my hands cuffed behind me.

There were flashes of light behind me as the buzzer sounded and
the door opened and more of the men from out front followed us
in. Half way down the hall Mr. Riggs stopped at an open door and
looked in. Then he stepped inside and I followed. The little room
was about eight feet wide by five feet deep and I had not gone
very far before I felt something wet on my knees. I thought at
first that I was bleeding, but then I realized that the liquid
was cool and then the smell hit me and I realized what I was
kneeling in. I was dragging my knees across cooling puddles of
cum!

Mr. Riggs grabbed my hair and said, "If you do everything that is
required of you tonight, I won't make you clean the floor with
your tongue." I heard laughter from the doorway and saw men
gathered around, fighting for a better view of me as I knelt
helplessly on the cement floor.

Mr. Riggs stepped back and one of his friends came forward and
pulled out a knife. He quickly cut through the straps of my dress
and then sliced through it where it bunched around my waist,
letting it fall away to the floor. Then he snapped the remaining
strap of my thong and now I was wearing only my shoes, for all
the good they were doing me.

I was pulled down across a padded straight chair and the three
men that I came in with stood back against the wall. Mr. Riggs
said, "Gentlemen, my employee's cum pig is a three-holer, and it
is now open for business."

There was almost a fight at the door of the small room as men
jostled to get in line and soon I had cocks in my mouth and my
pussy, fucking me violently. These were not the same kind of
reserved, relatively sophisticated gentlemen that I was made
available to last night. For one thing, a lot of these men needed
help with personal hygiene issues. Several times I found myself
gagging and on the verge of vomiting from the smell of unwashed
genitals. But on the plus side, none of them lasted very long.
They came and went very quickly, with little effort on my part,
and no pleasure. It was not until I had been fucked by three or
four men that someone finally took my ass. He didn't prepare me
first, or use lube, except for the fresh cum dripping out of my
pussy, but his cock wasn't very large and it wasn't too bad.

I didn't even try to keep track of how many men used me. This
wasn't even remotely sex. This was abuse and humiliation, pure
and simple. I didn't have to do much. I just had to be there for
them to use. Sometimes I was on my stomach, getting fucked at
both ends, but sometimes they turned me over and with my head
hanging down on one side and my legs pulled up onto my stomach
they would use me that way. Nobody cleaned me up in between fucks
and I was soon aware of what a cum pig was. I had cum everywhere.
After a while, I was so nasty that a lot of the men wouldn't even
touch me. Some didn't care, but mostly they were just standing
over me and beating off and spraying my face and body with cum.

I had been on my back for a long time now, and my arms were
killing me. There were tears running down my cheeks, partly from
the shame and humiliation, but mostly from the pain. The line
never seemed to end. The men kept coming and cumming and the line
seemed endless. I could not imagine that using a woman like this
would be a turn on for someone. It was disgusting. I was
disgusting. My eyes were glued shut with cum, I had to breathe
through my open mouth, my nostrils were covered, and even my ears
were full of it. And since my mouth was open so that I could
breathe, the men all seemed to try to aim for my mouth.

My pussy and my ass and my lips had long since gotten numb and
the only pain that I felt was the pain in my arms and in my back
where the cuffs pressed into me. I was crying quietly when the
chair I was laying on shook and I heard Mr. Riggs order me to my
knees. I suddenly realized that the line of men was gone. I
dropped my legs and struggled to twist around on my knees. There
were now more than little pools of cum on the floor around me, it
felt like a pond. My knees kept sliding out from under me as I
tried to figure out what Mr. Riggs wanted from me now. I couldn't
hear well, and I couldn't see at all.

I heard men laughing and then I heard him calling, "Here pig,
come on girl, here pig."

I followed the sound of his voice as best I could and we went
back out into the hallway, still on my skinned up knees, and
continued on down to the back wall. I had to keep following the
sound of his voice as he called, "Here pig," all the way down the
hall.

I bumped my knees on a board and realized that I had reached the
back door and it was open and I was being led outside. I
carefully worked my way over the sill and moved across gravel,
cutting the hell out of my knees and crying out in pain as I
continued to follow the calls of "Here pig."

I was finally ordered to stop and I heard a faucet being turned
on and suddenly I was hit with a sharp blast of cold water. I
screamed again, from the pain and from the cold, but still, I was
relieved to have the slimy mess rinsed off. The hose moved all
around, spraying every inch of my body until they were satisfied.
Then they lifted me to my feet and sprayed my lower legs and my
cut up knees, and finally the hose was shoved right up inside my
pussy and allowed to run, filling me with a much too strong spray
of much too cold water. As it moved around inside of me it hurt
like hell, but it sprayed back out around the end of the hose and
I was grateful to be getting cleaned out. 

When they were satisfied that my pussy was clean they bent me
over and sprayed another blast of cold water up my ass. Then they
made me squat and expel it, and repeated the process. I had been
able to open my eyes after my face was sprayed clean and I
noticed that there were a couple of dozen men standing around
watching in amusement as I was hosed down and given a cold water
enema.

I remembered now my confidence that after last night I could
handle anything Mr. Riggs could come up with. I had
underestimated Mr. Riggs.

When I was sufficiently rinsed off I was led back into the book
store and through the building and back out front to the parking
lot, still naked of course, my clothing had been destroyed.

We stood there by the door for a few moments and soon the limo
came up and we got in. As soon as we were seated I was put to
work sucking off the three men again, but my handcuffs were
finally removed and it was such a relief that there were tears in
my eyes as I rubbed my sore wrists.

The men were just as rough has they had been earlier. They
roughly forced their cocks down my sore throat and pinched and
squeezed my tits and pulled my hair. The car came to a stop on
the side of the road and the driver got out and came around and
got in the back with us. I was quickly put to work sucking him
off and when he had cum in my mouth we all got out.

It was very dark and the windows were tinted almost black. I had
no idea where we were. I looked around when we got out and saw
that we were parked at what appeared to be a campground for the
homeless. I saw dirty old men everywhere, and they were all
staring at my naked body like they had not seen a woman with her
clothes off in years. Many of them probably had not. They also
did not look like they had bathed or changed clothes in years. 

Mr. Riggs said, "I am going to leave you here tonight and I will
pick you up at seven in the morning. But you had best be standing
right here when I return or I will leave you here.

That was the last straw. I started begging and when he started to
turn away I started screaming at him. I suspect now that that was
what he was waiting for. He had been trying to break me all
along. Well, he finally did. I absolutely refused to be left
here, if I had to throw myself under that limo, I was not going
to let it leave without me.

The three men started smiling evilly and Mr. Riggs' two friends
picked me up and held me down on the hot hood of the car while
Mr. Riggs took his belt off and began whipping me brutally. It
went on and on. My legs, my stomach, he concentrated on my
breasts for a long time; he even whipped my face several times. I
don't know how long it lasted because I finally passed out.

When I was next aware of my surrounding I was laying in the
middle of my cold cement driveway. My purse was beside me and I
looked at the time on my cell phone. It was nearly three AM
again. I looked down at my body and I was a mass of welts. There
were several places where the skin had been broken, but mostly
just ugly red marks.

I started sobbing hysterically. I didn't know what to do. I
couldn't go inside like this. Brad would surely kill Mr. Riggs. I
couldn't stay out here much longer either. Pretty soon the paper
would be delivered and people would be going to work. I thought
about hiding until Brad went to work, but that would be a problem
too. Brad would be worried and come looking for me. 

Finally, in desperation, I called Midge. I was sobbing and I
apologized profusely, but she could hardly understand me. At
first she didn't even know who I was. Finally I got hold of
myself and told her that I needed help. She asked where I was and
she didn't even get dressed, she rushed over in her robe.

I was hiding between our cars in the driveway when she pulled up.
She got out of her car and came over and looked at me and said,
"Oh my god! Jan! What in the hell happened to you tonight?!"

"Mr. Riggs," I sobbed. "I can't led Brad see me like this. He
will kill him!"

Midge said, "I would be glad to help him. Come on; let's get you
in the car."

She led me back to her car and gave me a blanket to wrap around
myself while she drove me to her house. She led me inside and
went upstairs and got David. He came down, still mostly asleep
until he saw me. 

"Son of a bitch!" David exploded when he saw me. "Jan! Riggs did
that? What happened?" he asked."

I told them all about my evening, right from the beginning. I
kept apologizing for waking them up, and I even said I was sorry
that he ruined the dress, they would have loved it.

Midge had been cleaning my wounds, but she said, "I'm going next
door and get Damon," and she got up and left.

I asked David, "Who is Damon? I really don't need more people to
see me like this."

David moved over beside me and put his arm around me gently and
said, "Damon is Dr. Damon Green. He is very nice, you'll like
him."

Ten minutes later Midge was back with Damon and I had by then
calmed down a little. David stood up and they laid me down on the
sofa and he examined my wounds. He ended up taping one of them on
the underside of my breast. He said that my skin was not just
lovely, but resilient at my age, and he was reasonably sure that
there would be no scarring. He put some strong antiseptic on my
knees and decided it would be best to leave the cuts there open
to the air. I thanked him and he gave me a couple of strong pills
for the pain. They worked well, and quickly.

I thanked Midge and David, and apologized again. They kept
telling me to stop apologizing for what had been done to me. I
was starting to get worried about David now. I sat up and wrapped
the blanket back around me and I insisted that he keep this to
himself. In part because I didn't want to get anyone in trouble,
but mostly because when Brad found out he would kill Mr. Riggs.

David said, "There is no way to hide those marks Jan. Brad is
going to find out. And what's to stop Riggs from doing this
again, if not to you, then to someone else?"

I leaned back against the back of the couch and said, "Oh god, I
don't know, I can't think. I'm tired and I hurt and I'm drugged.
Great drugs, by the way, I'd like to get some more of these!"

I smiled at Midge and saw that she was crying. I tried to put my
arms around her but it hurt too much and I stopped. I told her to
stop crying. I was fine. I just needed to stay here until Brad
went to work, if they didn't mind.

David went upstairs and started getting ready for work while
Midge made breakfast, well, coffee and toast. I had some coffee
and the warmth of the hot coffee seemed to help my aching jaw. I
couldn't chew though. I remembered then that I had been beaten on
the face too, and I asked Midge how bad my face was. She cried
again, but she said, your face is fine, there are just some red
marks. It doesn't even look like they are going to bruise.

David came down and got his coffee and toast and ordered Midge to
get me a robe to wear. While she was upstairs my cell phone rang
and it was Brad. I told him that everything was fine. I gave him
the impression that I had too much to drink and it had been very
late and I had stopped off at David and Midge's house. I told him
that I would see him tonight.

Midge came down with a light robe and a pair of slippers. I was
grateful for those; I don't know what happened to my shoes. I
hadn't even realized that I was barefoot. David looked at his
watch and got a thoughtful look on his face and stepped outside
for a minute. He came back in a few minutes later with Matt, his
driver, and they sat down and had another cup of coffee. 

Midge looked at him curiously but he just said, "I'm going in a
few minutes late this morning."

A half hour later, David and Matt stood up and David came to me
and said, "Come on Jan, time to go."

I was fully under the effects of the drugs by then and didn't
even question him. I let him guide me out to the car and I kind
of half slept as I leaned up against him. The next thing I knew I
was being gently shaken and David helped me out of the car. I
didn't recognize where I was. It turned out to be a private back
entrance for the VPs at the plant.

I came to a stop when I recognized where we were and I said, "Oh
no, Mr. Burton please. I don't want to screw things up."

He smiled and kissed my forehead and said, "Sweetheart, relax,
you are going to make them infinitely better. Trust me on this."

I sighed and let him lead me inside and down a hallway I had not
seen before. There were no secretaries or receptionists here.
There was just a narrow hallway that connected Mr. Morris' office
and the six VPs' offices and a large conference room, the
conference room where they held their morning meeting.

Mr. Burton pulled me inside and the quiet conversation came to a
sudden halt as we entered. 

Mr. Burton said, "I'm so sorry for being late."

Everyone was looking at me and I saw that Mr. Riggs still had
that arrogant look on his face. He didn't know what was going on,
but he wasn't worried.

Mr. Morris looked up and said, "Heather, please leave the room."


I hadn't even noticed that she was in the room!

Damn those are good drugs!

Mr. Burton put his briefcase down and turned me towards him and
loosened the belt on my robe and pulled it off. He turned me
around to face the six other people in the room and I just stood
there, not knowing what to say or do. All but one of them had
already seen me naked and had sex with me, though they hadn't
seen me with stripes before.

Mr. Morris said quietly, "David, what happened to her?"

Mr. Burton just pointed at Mr. Riggs.

Mr. Riggs shrugged and said, "So what, she's just a slut."

Mr. Morris leaned forward and pushed a button and said, "Heather,
have my driver come in here."

Then he turned to Riggs and said, "Give me your keys."

Mr. Riggs looked like he had just been punched. He couldn't
believe that what he had done to me even mattered. He stood up
and reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys and tossed
them down the table to Mr. Morris. 

My robe was put back on and I held it closed. The driver came in
and Mr. Morris said to him, "Robert, I want you to pick Mr. Riggs
up at the front entrance and drive him to his home. You will wait
for him there, and after he has packed a couple of suitcases you
will take him to the airport. You will go with him while he buys
a ticket to anywhere in the world as long as it out of this
state. Then you will wait with him until he has boarded his plane
and that plane has taken off. When he has taken off you will call
me and tell me that he is gone and to what state or country he
has gone."

He then turned to Mr. Riggs and said, "What I should do is have
you killed. I don't know people that do that, but I know people
that know people and more than anything else I want to have you
killed."

Mr. Riggs was now white as a ghost.

Mr. Morris continued. "For the first time in my life I find
myself hating someone. It is an ugly feeling. I am having trouble
controlling it. Here is your only option, other than waiting
around to be killed. You can leave this state and not come back.
Anything that you want out of your house you had best hire
someone to come and get for you. If you leave the state
voluntarily, and send me your resignation, I will give you a
lukewarm letter of referral if asked. I would highly recommend to
you that you get professional help, because you are a very sick
fuck!" 

I saw the looks on the faces of the VPs around the room. They
were all shocked. Not so much at what he was doing to Mr. Riggs,
but they had never heard him say "fuck" before!

"What I should do now is force you to apologize to this young
lady. I would dearly love to beat you half to death and force you
to apologize to her. But it would be meaningless, you would not
mean it, your mind is so screwed up that you don't even think
that you did anything wrong. Get out of my sight. NOW!"

Mr. Riggs stomped out, his face still white as a sheet. Mr.
Morris stood up and came around to me and gently took me in his
arms. He asked Mr. Burton, "Did you have a doctor look at her?"

Mr. Burton nodded and said, "My neighbor. He is good, and he
won't say anything."

I looked up at Mr. Morris and said, "I'm sorry sir. I didn't want
to make any trouble."

I guess it was the drugs, but I could have sworn I saw tears in
his eyes!

He turned to the VPs and said, "Gentlemen, as of now there is no
more EPOD."

I said, "No! Wait a minute! Mr. Morris, don't do that, please. It
isn't perfect, and there are some women who don't like it, maybe
even a few men. But some of us like it, a lot. In fact, I was
going to ask you to expand it."

He looked at me like I was nuts, "Expand it? What do you mean?"

I smiled at Mr. Burton and said, "I have only met one of the
other VP wives, one of the other junior VP wives, and none of the
junior VPs. So I can't speak for all of the people involved. I
know that some of them are only in it for the money, but some of
us are having a ball. And some of the senior VPs' wives would
really like back in. It would be nice if you would let them. I'm
sorry, I was given some really good drugs a little while ago and
I may not be too clear. But don't just end the program, tweak
it."

Mr. Morris kissed my forehead and stepped back and said, "Is that
the drugs talking?"

I smiled and said, "Maybe a little, damn those things are great!
But I was going to have this conversation with you anyway. As
long as the EPOD program has existed you have had one jerk that
didn't play well with others. He is gone now. Some of us want to
play some more."

I watched Mr. Morris take a deep breath and go back to his seat.
He looked around him and saw the hopeful look on his VPs' faces.

After a thoughtful pause he asked, "Would any of you gentlemen
like to ask your wives if they would like to volunteer to get
back into the program?"

"There will be no pressure, it will not be a requirement, and it
will have no effect on your careers. Just let me know by this
time next week."

Mr. Morris told Mr. Burton to have his driver take me home. He
told me that it might be best if I not see my husband until Riggs
was on a plane. I thought that was good thinking. 

I walked down to the end of the table and kissed Mr. Morris on
the cheek and thanked him. Then I kissed Mr. Burton and thanked
him. Then I started to leave. I stopped and turned around and
said, "Gentlemen, pool party at my place next Friday. Wives
invited, but they should know that it will be clothing
optional."

There were smiles all around as I left and made my way back
through the private hallway. I was just about to pass Mr. Morris'
office when the door opened and Heather pulled me inside. 

She said, "Here, you can't go around town like that. Then she
smiled and said, at least not until you heal. I looked at her,
wondering how she knew so much. She just smiled and helped me
pull the robe off. She gasped when she saw my tortured body. But
she was very gentle as she helped me into a loose dress and a
pair of sandals. 

She hugged me carefully and said, "It is a shame that you had to
go through all of that, but a lot of people around here are going
to be a lot happier now. That man was bad news and we were all
scared of him."

I thanked her and grabbed the robe and slippers that Midge had
given me and went back out to Mr. Burton's car. Matt started to
help me into the back, but I figured it would be easier to get
into the front seat. He helped me sit down carefully and drove me
slowly home, avoiding bumps and taking every turn in slow motion.
I saw what he was doing and I said, "You are so sweet. When I am
better I am so going to fuck you!"

He grinned and said, "I can't wait Miss."

"Jan, I told you before, call me Jan."

He smiled and said, "I will Miss, when it is appropriate."

I said, "It is always appropriate with men that I have sex
with."

He just said, "A time and a place for everything. I love my job,
knowing the right time and the right place helps me keep it. I
could not possibly work for a finer couple. I want very much to
never do anything that they might find objectionable. I get some
of the greatest perks in the world. I don't have a problem with
addressing people properly. The next time we meet, and you give
me that great fuck you promised, then you will be Jan. Today,
Miss works just fine."

I smiled at him and said, "Oh, you're no fun, you old
fuddy-duddy!"

He smiled and said, "You are home miss." 

I hadn't even realized that we had stopped moving!

He came around and helped me to the door. Then he helped me
upstairs and even helped me off with my dress and my sandals. He
turned down the bed and said, "Get some sleep Miss, you had a
hard night. I look forward to seeing you again soon."

Except for undressing me, he didn't take a single liberty! I was
exhausted and drugged and I never even saw him leave the bedroom.
The next thing that I knew, Brad was sitting on the side of my
bed and moving his fingers lightly over my face, tracing the
faint red marks that remained.

I saw the love, and the concern and the rage all mixed up on his
face and I felt so sorry for him. He wanted to protect me and he
wanted to avenge me and he wanted to make the pain go away and
all he could do was ache for me.

I smiled up at him and asked him what time it was.

"It's early," he said. "It's only a little after two. I'm sorry I
woke you up."

"No, that's okay. If I sleep all day I'll be awake all night. I
went through that cycle more than once in college. I don't want
to do that again!"

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I assured him that I was just a little sore. No injuries that
wouldn't be gone in a week.

He held my hand and said, "Mr. Morris and David came into my
office just before lunch and we had a long talk. They told me
some of what happened. I don't think that they told me
everything."

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll tell you everything later.
But not until you have calmed down."

"I'm sorry," Brad said quietly. "This is my fault. I should have
told them to take EPOD and shove it up their asses. But don't
worry; I'm getting us out of this on Monday. I plan on resigning
and we can live on our savings for long enough for me to find
another job."

I sat up suddenly. That was a big mistake. I groaned at the
sudden pain and said, "You will resign over my dead body! Did Mr.
Morris tell you what happened in the meeting this morning?"

Brad shrugged and said, "He said that David brought you in and
you were covered in welts. He fired Riggs on the spot, threatened
his life and made him leave the state before he told me what had
happened."

I said, "He also put an end to EPOD, until I made him reinstate
it. Riggs is gone now. He was the only bad apple. We have enjoyed
the hell out of EPOD! They should have known about Riggs and they
should have done something about it sooner. But I can make sure
that doesn't happen again. A lot of us, you and me included, like
EPOD. I even think I talked him into letting Midge and any of the
other wives that want to get back in the program."

"To sum up," I continued, "you are not resigning, EPOD is still a
viable program, you have nothing to apologize for, and if you
ever get hurt, David and Midge have a guy living next door to
them with some great drugs! Oh, and we are having a pool party
next Friday, clothing optional."

"I want to hold you so much," Brad said quietly, "but I am afraid
to touch you."

He carefully peeled the sheet off of me and when he saw my body
he turned so red I thought that he would explode. 

I quickly assured him that I was okay. I showed him the only
place that my skin had been broken, on the underside of my
breast. Well, except for my knees. But that is tough skin and
heels quickly. I assured him that the doctor had said that the
marks would all be gone soon and there would be no scar. I left
off the probably.

He pulled the sheet back up over me just as we heard a noise at
our bedroom door. It was Midge! She came rushing in and told Brad
to get into some comfortable clothes, she was going to start
supper in a few minutes. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and
pulled the sheet down and started rubbing cream from a large jar
with no label all over my body. 

She smiled at me and said, "Aside from being a lot of fun to
apply, this cream keeps your skin soft and supple and helps the
bruises fade. I got it from a strange woman I know that, well,
she know things. Sometimes it's best not to ask questions." 

As she rubbed the cream in she said, "David called me today. He
told me what you said at the meeting. It looks like I am going to
be part of EPOD again. Thank you, sweetheart. I love you for
being so nice and thinking or me. You do seem to get things done,
don't you?"

I smiled at her, and asked her if any of the other wives would
want to play again.

She thought about it for a moment and said, "Some of them would
have liked to if it had been ten years ago. For a bunch of old
broads, most of us are still in pretty good shape. But I suppose
you reach a time in your life when there are some games you can't
play as well anymore. Games like football, soccer,
swinging-from-the-rafters-sex, things like that. Still, they
might like to attend an occasional party if they were invited."

"It has also been decided that you will be the den mother to the
EPOD girls, sort of nominally in charge. In charge of handling
problems and seeing to it that there are no more Riggs, and no
young women who are in it that should not be, girls that cannot
handle it. I guess we are stuck with Grace, but she could always
quit if she wanted to."

She looked up at Brad who was finally finished changing and said,
"How about you, are you okay Brad?"

"I really want to kill that son of a bitch. I guess that Mr.
Morris did the right thing today. He is a great guy. David stayed
behind in my office after they came to see me today. He said that
it was all that Mr. Morris could do to keep from having Riggs
killed. He also said that when he saw Jan he had tears in his
eyes. He has a crush on Jan you know."

Midge laughed and said, "Just about everyone that has met her has
a crush on her, me included."

I smiled at her and pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed her.
"It's mutual," I said.

She asked me if I wanted to eat in bed or if I wanted to come
downstairs for a while. She was going to make supper for the
three of them, but thought that maybe soup in bed would be better
for me.

I said, "Soup sounds good, but don't go to any trouble. I'm not
an invalid. I guess I could use a little help this evening
though. Thank you Midge, you are a saint."

"Yeah, Saint Midge, that's me. Actually, it would probably be
best if you moved around a little to keep from stiffening up.
Don't feel like you have to dress on my account though. I imagine
that for a while you will feel better without anything rubbing on
those nice stripes of yours."

I said, "I hardly ever wear clothes around the house anyway."

I stood up, with difficulty, and went to the bathroom. Then I
made my way downstairs. I was finding that the more I moved
around the better I felt. Midge was right about that too. 

I got downstairs just as David arrived. He winced when he saw me,
but I smiled and said that I was feeling much better. Midge was
already in the kitchen making supper and it smelled pretty good.
I tried to help her out but she turned me around and pushed me
right out of the kitchen. So I sat and talked with David while
Brad set the table. 

We had a pleasant evening and, after putting another dose of
cream on my body, the Burton's left early. Brad and I just
relaxed and sipped a last glass of wine before going to bed.

The doorbell rang at a little after eight. We were just about to
go to bed. Brad got up to answer it and I pulled a blanket over
my bruised body. Brad stuck his head back in and asked, "Are you
decent?"

I nodded and he came in with Carol Mitchum and Madison Scott.
They apologized for coming over without calling and handed Brad a
huge bouquet of flowers to put in water for me. They also
apologized for not introducing themselves earlier. 

I thanked them for coming over and asked them to sit down. I had
wanted to talk to them. Both of them seemed to be in their early
thirties. They were both very attractive with great bodies. It
was easy to see why they had been asked to join EPOD.

Our conversation started out with them offering their sympathy,
but mostly they wanted to thank me for getting rid of Riggs. Not
that it was anything that I had done; Mr. Burton was more
responsible for his leaving than I was. I wanted to hush it up.

But I accepted their gratitude and said, "I am glad that you came
over. I have been looking forward to meeting you. I have a lot of
questions, but we can go over them later. The main thing I have
been wondering about, the one question no one has been willing to
answer, or been able to answer is how you ladies feel about being
in EPOD. I have to tell you, except for last night, I am enjoying
the hell out of it. My husband is too. But I would hate to think
that I am the only girl that felt that way. I understand that
Grace is not having a good time, and is only doing it for her
husband's career."

Carol and Madison looked at each other and looked around to make
sure that Brad was still out of the room. Then they moved closer
and Carol said, "Madison and I are having a ball. Our husbands
are less than pleased with it. I think that it's great that Brad
enjoys is so much. You are so lucky! But Jeff and Carl are not as
open minded as Brad is. They are much more traditional. They are
putting up with it for the money, the perks, and the promotions
to come. That used to bother us, but we finally decided that that
was their hang up. After all, we got into this at their
instigation. In case you are confused, that was a yes, we like
EPOD."

"And you are right about that.....about Grace. She is very
unhappy and the only one that was enjoying her company was Riggs.
And that was just because it was obvious that she hated it so
much. She can be a real downer at the parties too. She fakes it
for the guys, but they know, and she treats us like crap because
we enjoy it."

"I am so glad to hear that," I said. "That you guys are enjoying
it, I mean. Did you hear what happened at the plant today?" 

They had heard most of it, but not about bringing Midge and any
other interested parties back in to EPOD. They were both around
when Midge was in it before and they were happy that she was
coming back.

I asked which of their husbands was senior, because someone would
have to fill Riggs position. It turned out to be Grace's husband.
So she would be moving up and I suggested that we try to
influence the selection for the next replacement couple. Not just
pick someone because they are a hot couple. The husband would
have to be worthy of selection. But still, we could try to make
sure that they would be happy with the program. It would be worth
talking about.

I noticed the time; it was time to reply the ointment that Midge
had given me. I told them that I had to put a cream on my stripes
and asked them to wait for me. They offered to help, and after
making sure that they didn't mind, I accepted.

I got the cream and stretched out on my blanket and waited for
the cooling cream.

They both gasped when they saw my stripes, but both complimented
me on my figure. While they gently applied the cream to my body I
tried to act like I wasn't enjoying it so much. I told them that
I was moving soon and that my new house had a pool and suggested
we could all get together and apply suntan lotion to each other.

They both liked that idea. I was finding it difficult to act like
a patient while they massaged the cream into my bruised skin.
After they had covered me with the cream, Madison, who had been
working on the lower portion of my body, began gently massaging
my pussy.

I moaned softly and said, "I don't know where you went to medical
school, Madison. But you can practice medicine on me anytime!"

Carol bent down and kissed me, carefully avoiding touching my
tender flesh, while Madison leaned down and began licking my
pussy, just about the only part of my body that wasn't bruised.

In no time at all I was panting and kissing Carol back
passionately, and soon I was totally oblivious to the aches and
pains that had been the focus of my life since early this morning
when they were inflicted on me.

I came in a very short time and they both kissed me gently while
I calmed back down. I finally relaxed back onto the couch and
they sat up. I thanked them enthusiastically and promised to pay
them back soon. They both promised to hold me to my word. They
stayed around for a little longer and then they both kissed me
goodbye and left.

Shortly after they left, Brad came back downstairs. He smiled at
me and said, "I guess you can find the good side of everything,
can't you?"

I smiled and asked, "You saw them?"

He said, "I started to come downstairs to see if anyone wanted
anything, but I could see from the top of the stairs that
everyone seemed to be having what they wanted. It almost makes me
wish I wasn't feeling good, I could have used a little of that
kind of sympathy."

I laughed and the laughter didn't hurt. In fact, I think it even
made me feel better. I said, "Baby, if you need nursing you come
on over here. If I am conscious, or even if I'm not, I am always
ready to make you feel better. Let's just avoid the missionary
position for a day or two."

Throughout the weekend and all of the next week, someone was
there to help me, either Midge came by, or Carol or Madison, or
two of them, or all three of them. We had a blast. They used up a
whole jar of that cream and Midge got another one. And each time
they rubbed me down it got more and more erotic. They were there
long after I needed them. We laughed and joked and told stories
and it reminded me of late nights in the dorm. The only thing
missing was a bag of pot.

By Tuesday I was almost back to normal. The stripes were all but
gone, and the pain was gone. The only lasting injury was a small,
but nearly healed cut under one breast. And it didn't even hurt,
though I would have been reluctant to put a bra on.

On Wednesday they helped me pack up the boxes of things that we
were taking with us to the new house and on Thursday, Midge got a
truck from the plant, with a driver, and we moved all of the
boxes to the new house. The girls went nuts when they saw it.
Hell, so did I. I could not have dreamed a more beautiful or more
beautifully decorated home. We unloaded all of the boxes into one
of the five bays of the garage and I thanked the driver and
tipped him liberally. 

With the help of my new friends the party on Friday was a big
hit. To everyone's surprise, three of the four remaining VPs'
wives attended and not only got naked, but let their hair down
and joined in the fun and games. It was decided that, except for
Midge, they didn't want to be in EPOD again, but they would enjoy
a party every now and then, and a chance to cut loose and not
worry about what anyone thought about them afterwards. 

I spent two hours upstairs in bed with Mo and he is really
getting back in the swing of things. I guess the pump just needed
priming. But he still confines his extracurricular activities to
me, and that's fine with me.

I tried a couple of times to establish some kind of relationship
with Grace Davis and Mrs. Gordon. They were very cold and
unreceptive and finally I gave up. Luckily, Grace's husband, Tim,
made senior VP and filled Mr. Riggs' vacancy, so nobody ever sees
Grace any more, or Mrs. Gordon either. They avoid anyone that
works at the plant.

Midge and Carol and Madison and I spend at least two days a week
together, usually around our pool. Some days we go out, but most
of the time we stay home and play.

Brad and I go out with the Burtons, or dine in and play around,
at least once a week, sometimes more. We have invited Carol and
Jeff over and Madison and Carl, trying to get to know them better
and develop some kind of relationship. But Jeff and Carl are both
assholes, not to put too fine a point on it. They are stuffy and
judgmental and we really don't care much for either of them. I
feel sorry for Carol and Madison. So do Carol and Madison, I
think. I sometimes think that the only reason the girls stay
married to them is so that they can stay in EPOD.

Things have pretty much returned to what passes for normal now.
It's like Riggs never existed. The girls at the plant, the
receptionists and secretaries, are all aware that Brad and I gave
his secretary, Jennifer, a car and a house to help her get
through the hard time she was having and whenever Brad needs
anything at work he gets it before he realizes that he needed it.
And when I drop by for a visit with Brad, or to service one of
the VPs, they do everything but run in front of me and throw rose
petals in my path. 

I have gone out to lunch with Mr. Morris' secretary, Heather a
few times. She is a great woman, she pretty much runs that plant
from behind the scenes and Mr. Morris knows it. The last time I
came in and spent a little time with Mr. Morris in his office I
suggested to him that Heather should have her title changed to
Administrative Assistant and get a salary that reflects what she
actually does around there.

As soon as I said it I could almost see the light come on in his
head. Mr. Morris said, "Yes! I can't believe that I didn't think
of that!" Then he looked at me and said, "You know Jan, when I
finally retire, I think I am going to leave you in charge."

I laughed and said, "You will like hell! I am needed at home.
Someone has to kept their eye on the pool boy and keep my
girlfriends satisfied!"

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


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