Sales Slut Pt. 05

Sales Slut 05

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My emotions were frayed to the point of breaking. The sex life I'd been enjoying was addictive. Every time I thought about having to stop, I'd feel my heart race and my skin got hot and sweaty, mouth dry, blurred vision, dizziness. I realized those were the symptoms of a panic attack! I was afraid to lose it!

At the same time, I knew Fred and I were getting too close. I couldn't ask him for help getting through this. He'd just try to convince me not to, and I'd let him! Johan was a thousand miles away, and a phone call wasn't going to let me express my fears convincingly.

But Chris? He had become so kind and gentle in the end. Yes, he used me like a slut, and fucked me at least once a week, but I kinda loved it... and I always felt there was a kindness in him that would treat me with some tenderness.

It was a Friday, and I was feeling lonely and ridiculously horny without my Thursday Fred fix to keep me sexually sated. I called Chris's office line, not wanting to risk anyone seeing me go into his office after hours.

"Chris. Can I see you before you go tonight?"

I heard what I think was an amused sound on his end. "Of course. Now?"

"No. There are still some people here. When they leave. Okay?"

"Sure. Just come over when you want."

It was nearly seven, and I called Willy to say I was running late, but would be home before our daughter's bedtime. Then I hurried down the hall to Chris's office, let myself in, and locked the door.

He frowned at me and my desperate expression. "What's wrong, Violet."

"I can't do this anymore, Chris!" I wept. "I can't keep cheating on Willy like this... but I really want to! I can't stop! I can't keep doing it, and I can't stop! I don't know what to do!"

"Have you talked with him about... even a little of this?"

I nodded. "I suggested a threesome, or even a gangbang. He didn't say no, but... he's just being agreeable."

"You're sure about that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Well, how can I help?" he asked.

I felt a surge of hope. If Chris could talk me through this, maybe I could think of a way out. I had to get back to being a good wife and mother. This crazy double life was too much.

I pulled up a chair opposite him, laid out all the ideas I had, and what I liked or didn't like about them. It felt like one of our strategy meetings, and he had such a level head for those things. I hoped it would translate into something useful for this situation as well. After some brainstorming, and some wonderful suggestions from Chris, I had a plan. If it went well, I could turn my secret life into my new life and Willy could be part of it!

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That weekend, I arranged for my niece, who was just nine years younger than me, to come and take care of my daughter, and convinced Willy to take me on a weekend holiday. We just packed a bag and headed into the city. The hotels are crazy expensive, but I'd been getting some pretty nice commissions over the last month, so why not?

As per usual, the minute we got into the hotel room, I pounced. I got us both naked, told him to get on the bed, and give me a minute. In the suitcase was my little 'Pleasure Chest'. I snuck it in there while he wasn't looking.

"You brought it?" I could tell he was excited.

I brought the whole thing up on the bed. "What do you want to play with?"

"You," he replied.

I was giddy. I hoped Willy would be as excited as I was about the fun things we could do, and it started off well. My plan was to turn him on to the things I'd come to really crave, and hopefully inspire him to grant me a fantasy or two. Chris had suggested that if I could get him to think about sharing me as his idea, he'd go for it.

He put the blindfold on me, put me on my back and treated me to a world class pussy licking. I was moaning and having a great time while describing one of my fantasies.

I described him doing this to me in our bed, getting me all hot and worked up while he secretly let one of his friends watch. Then, when I was too horny to handle any more, he'd let his friend fuck me while he took pictures. Then, he'd reveal his surprise by having his friend put his cock in my mouth and Willy would start fucking me. And they'd both take turns with me all night.

While I narrated my fantasy, Willy made a pile of pillows, bent me over them, and started giving me a lovely fucking from behind. It was great. Well--okay. It was good, but I don't recall him being so hard since before our daughter.

We screwed around until dinner time. Then I got all dolled up in one of my more daring tops that fit my waist and left most of my cleavage on display, a short skirt, knee length boots (hubby has a boot fetish), and thong panties. Then I asked him to put my remote control vibrator inside me, and take me out for dinner.

The vibrator is like a clamp. It slides into my pussy right on top of my G-spot, and over my clit. The vibration is pretty quiet, but if you listen hard, you can still hear it. I call it my Torture Bee, because it buzzes and drives me insane. I fucking love it!

I guess I should have been a little more careful. This was very out of character for me, but I was desperate to feel some excitement. He agreed, but I could tell he was starting to get a little suspicious.

We went to a fantastic Italian place, and he toyed with me throughout the whole dinner. Almost from the moment we sat down, the very hot Italian guy serving us kept making eyes at me, and my sexed up eyes were doing the same with him. I couldn't help it. He was so tall and handsome with that olive complexion, sharp chin, and really nice ass. And the Torture Bee was getting me so fucking horny!

Willy kept the remote on the table where he could get to it, and would dial it up or down at the most inopportune moments. He was keeping it on level two or three most of the time, then would dial it up to six or seven when he thought someone might notice. It was so hot sitting there trying not to cum in a busy restaurant. I felt like I was in that scene from When Harry Met Sally, only instead of faking an orgasm in front of everyone, I was trying to hide a real one coming on strong.

I was still squirming around in my seat, pressing my legs together and moaning quietly, when my lovely waiter arrived.

"How was your meal?" He asked as he collected our dishes.

"Excellent." Willy said.

"Oh, god, yes." I moaned. "Mmm... so good."

Tall-Dark-and-Lovely nodded with a curious smile. "Would you like to see a dessert menu?"

"Mmm, yes!" I gasped. "I'd love something sweet."

"Oh, okay," Willy nodded.

"Very good." He left with another searching look, and I could just feel his eyes trying to get down my top.

My orgasm was right on the cusp, ready to throw me over the edge. Willy grinned at me and dialed the vibrato up for a second or two, making me clutch at the table as I almost exploded, then he dialed it back again. He reached across the table and took my hand.

"You're really enjoying this, huh?"

I nodded and panted softly. "Yes. Very much. You?"

He grinned and winked at me. "Should I stop?"

I nipped my lower lip and rolled my eyes. "No. Not yet."

The waiter returned with dessert menus when Willy turned the vibrator up from like level three up to 'Holy Fuck!', and left it there.

"Would you like coffee?"

I was trembling, my whole body twitching as I tried not to look like a crazy idiot.

"Coffffeee?" I whimpered. "Mmm, Yes! Yes! Something HOT would be so good! Hot! And Sweet! And Creamy!" I tilted the menu his way, and leaned forward a little, letting my top gape even more than it was. "W-w-w-what would you suggest?" It barely came out as a sigh.

First, he looked up at Willy to see if he was offended or ready to object, but I lifted the menu higher to block the view of my front. "What about... this one?" I pointed randomly at the menu, letting my finger slide along the page and tug the neckline on my blouse down more.

He obviously noticed and pointed down at the menu, too. "Hmm, you want something creamy?" His finger followed the path mine had taken, and he lightly stroked the valley between my tits. "Tiramisu. Creamy, and very sweet."

"Yes!" I chirped, the vibrator lifting my voice. "Yes! That sounds lovely! Oh, yes! And hot coffee. Espresso, with a shot of some Italian... I mean, something Italian. Liquor?"

"Anisette." Willy suggested. "And I'll have the gelato."

"Very good." My tall dark admirer said and left with a little wink before heading toward the kitchen.

I looked Willy in the eye and moaned desperately at him. "You're sooo naughty!" I gasped. "Bathroom. Follow me in 2 minutes!"

Willy went wide-eyed; amused, but shocked.

I got up and wiggled my way through the tables as I fought not to cum right there in the dining room.

He left the vibrator going as I went until I got out of range. I barged into the lady's room, and almost wanted to scream. Two older women and two younger ones were in there. Shit!

I spun on my toes, went out and stood hopping from foot to foot until I felt the vibrator kick into action again. Willy was coming!

As soon as I saw him, I hopped on my toes to greet him. "Occupied! Check in there."

He went into the men's room, came back in a few seconds and waved me in.

"Thank God!"

We rushed in and into the handicap stall. I had my top unbuttoned and open in seconds, then pulled out the Torture Bee from my wet and quivering cunt.

We didn't say anything. I just braced my hands against the wall, bent over, and Willy did the rest. He flipped up my skirt, moved my thong aside, drove his cock into me, and I sighed with relief. I so needed that!

He knew my body so well. Every touch, every kiss or nibble, every thrust was right where I needed it. My first orgasm was a gimme! It took no effort on his part at all. Then he went to work earning the next one.

This was definitely a first for both of us. I'd never had sex in a public bathroom before. Guess I can check that one off the bucket list. My second climax was getting so close, just a little more and...

Knock-Knock-Knock

Willy froze with his cock deep in me.

"Umm... taken." He croaked.

"Si, I know."

"It's him." I panted, turning to look back over my shoulder. Willy was holding my hips, looking back at me, and I think we both read each other's mind. My heart was ringing in my ears with every beat, and I could feel Willy twitching, like he might cum at any second.

He glanced at the door.

I made the slightest hint of a nod.

He lifted his brow.

I nodded again, more urgently.

Willy gave me an amused look, unlatched the door, and opened it.

Yes! It worked! He was going to share me, and it was his idea! I couldn't believe my luck to find this hot waiter just when I needed one. If he enjoyed it, if he liked seeing me give head to another guy while he fucked me, this might be the start of a new chapter in our lives!

I had to move to get out of the way of the door, and my Tall-Dark-and-Handsome was standing there with a fiendish grin. I reached out, grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him into the stall with us, then slammed the door.

I was like a maniac, working to get his belt unbuckled and pants unbuttoned while Willy locked the door again.

I shoved the hot Italian with his back to the stall wall, and bent down to swallow his cock, letting Willy continue what he started. It took everything I had not to scream and shout for joy! As it was, my moans were making both of them hush me over and over.

All I can say is, what a lovely cock! Smooth, a nice hard shaft, big fat head, and comparable in length to my honey. I was taking him into my mouth, playing with him and letting my tongue enjoy every delicious bit of him. Then he grabbed me by the hair and pushed my mouth down to plunge into my throat!

Oh, God! It wasn't three cocks, but it was just what I needed. The combination of my husband fucking my pussy and this delicious man fucking my throat, I was well on my way to another massive orgasm. And I could tell by Willy's enthusiastic fucking of my pussy that he was more turned on than he'd been in a very long time. He even felt bigger somehow.

Suddenly, I had my hair pulled back by Willy, and he jerked and jumped inside me. He knows I love hair pulling, and had a knack for excellent timing. This was no exception. I could feel his hot cum flood my pussy, and I moaned and sucked my waiter through the whole thing, dizzy with how ecstatic I was at having succeeded!

He pulled out, and I whimpered at my pussy being abandoned. I spun around, clutching at my hubby. "Please, baby! Please! Can he finish me? Please?"

As I pleaded, my new lover came up behind me, cupping my breasts, and I could feel his hard-on up against my ass. He was waiting for Willy, but enjoying what he could while he had the chance.

We did our silent conversation again.

Willy met my eyes, brows lifting.

I nodded eagerly.

He cocked his head, a little doubt on his face. He was worried I might regret it later. Or maybe he worried he might regret it later.

I smooched a kiss at him, then gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and 'little girl begging for a treat' expression.

He smirked and ran his hand over my cheek, and nodded.

"Oh, God! Thank you!" I reversed them, pushing Willy against the wall and taking his cum covered cock into my greedy mouth as I waited for my waiter to take over at the other end. I was so ready for another good fucking.

Willy grabbed my head in his hands, and jammed his cock down my throat, rough and demanding! As I squeaked and struggled, he growled at the waiter. "Fuck my wife! Fuck her hard!"

I let out a sort of gurgle/scream/moan, back arching as my pussy was impaled on that lovely cock. He pounded me hard, really slamming me into my husband as he rode me toward my next orgasm. I was so wet, both from my orgasm and Willy's, it felt like my pussy was full of melted butter. I was close, almost there, when I felt a new sensation.

My lovely waiter used his thumb, smeared some of the slippery juices around my asshole, and pushed in up to the first knuckle.

I arched and pushed myself off my husband's cock long enough to mumble a few words. "Yes! Fuck my ass! Oh, God, I miss this!"

The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying, and I choked! Literally! Wily's cock was in my mouth again, and I was desperately hoping he hadn't understood my mumbled words.

In the meantime, my Italian hottie switched holes, made me spread my legs more to bring my rear down to cock level, and rammed his cum and pussy juiced cock into my ass, working that hard length in a little at a time.

I guess with my fear that I just fucked up royally looming over my orgasm, I just couldn't get there. Well, that and he was in a hurry, was fucking my ass, and wasn't paying attention to my clit. I still loved it, and took his load up my ass, then leaned into my Willy's arms while the waiter cleaned up at the sink, and left.

I hung there, waiting for the fallout, but Willy laughed, kissed me so deep and hot, then grinned down at me. "That was so fucking hot!"

I huffed a nervous laugh and nodded. "It was? Are you upset?"

He laughed again. "Are you kidding? I never knew you'd even consider anything like that!"

I giggled. "Yeah. Me either."

Ugh! What are you doing, Violet? Here's your chance! Tell him!

"We should definitely do this again," he said.

Well, let's not be hasty. I don't want to mess up a good thing.

"Really? You want to?"

He snickered. "Well, yeah! I think you had a good time, right?"

I nodded so fast I worried my head would pop off.

Slow down girl. Don't give your hand away. This has to be his idea.

"So, let's do it again. Would you want to?"

I nodded like a crazed lunatic again, jumped into his arms, and went searching for his tongue with my mouth. I was so into our kissing, I completely forgot where we were. The restroom door opened again, and I froze in Willy's arms as we pretended not to be there until whoever it was did their business, flushed, and left.

"We should get out while we can," I said.

He nodded, then held up a hand. "Hold it. You're forgetting something."

I shrugged, not understanding. Then he reached into his pocket, and held up my remote control Torture Bee.

"Oh!" I laughed.

He rushed us out of the stall, rinsed off my vibrator, then told me to bend over and let him slide that wicked little device up my wet sex. He got out the remote, tested it to make sure it was working properly, and positioned it the way I liked it. Then we got back to our table where espresso, anisette, and dessert were waiting.

My darling waiter saw us and came right over. "Can I get you another espresso? These are probably too cold now."

"I'd love that, thank you, umm...?"

He grinned. "Marco."

I beamed him a huge smile. "Violet. And my husband, Willy."

"Caio." He grinned back, and reached for my hand just as my husband switched the vibrator on and turned it up.

I gasped, and clutched Marco's hand and trembled.

"Che cosa?"

I blinked at him, still shaking and panting a little.

"Umm, what's wrong?"

I giggled, casting my lover a look like 'you sneaky bastard'. He grinned back at me, and turned it up higher! Such a naughty boy!

"Nothing. You just... really excite me."

Willy almost laughed out loud.

"You excite me too, Signorina," Marco said, and he stroked a finger in the palm of my hand. Strange how such an innocent contact could carry such sexual energy.

We exchanged some awkward silence, my face probably turning bright red, while the vibrator in me hummed and I squirmed about in my seat. Then Marko went off to get our espresso, and I moaned with relief as Willy turned the vibrator back down to tolerable.

"You did that on purpose!" I hissed at Willy.

He snickered. "Of course, I did."

We made eyes at each other, and there was a sort of electric charge in the air around our table. We hadn't been this turned on with each other in so long! I couldn't remember the last time I was so excited by him. For a moment there, I was ready to go back to the bathroom for round two when Marco returned.

He gave us fresh espresso, two more anisette shots, and then placed a folded paper napkin on my lap. When he left, I glanced at it, and choked on a laugh.

"What?" Willy asked. He hadn't even noticed the napkin, so I folded it again, and passed it to him. It had Marco's first and last name. A phone number, and a little note. 'Call and will meet you anywhere.'

Willy grinned and passed it back.

After we were done, Marco brought the check with a pen to sign for the credit card, and Willy waited until Marco was gone, then handed the pen to me, along with another napkin.

"Give him the hotel address and room number."

I gaped at him. "What? Really?"

He grinned, turned up the vibrator, and winked at me. "Who knows? Maybe he'll come see you later and we can make that fantasy you told me come true."

God, I love my man! I whimpered and scribbled the note with my hand shaking, then got my lipstick from my purse, touched up my lips, and left a nice red kiss mark before folding it up.

"Good job." Willy snickered, and finished leaving the tip, then ushered me out, still leaving the vibrator on. We decided on a cab and practically attacked each other in the back seat before we made it back to the hotel. It felt like we had rediscovered how hot we were for each other.

He got me in the elevator, and we went at it again. I was way past the point of excited and well into the realm of lust-crazy when we got to our floor, and I wiggled off toward our room with Willy turning the damned vibrating Torture Bee up to 'Holy-Fuck' again!

From the muddled remains of my reasoning mind, I heard what had to be a cell phone ring. I was too lost in my lust to care. I only half listened, a few words getting past the squelching sound of my mouth being fucked.

"No, sorry. She's... busy at the moment." That was Chris. Who was he talking to?

"No, no. That's the right address, and you have the right time. Yes, indeed. Fourteenth floor, conference room C. That's right. She'll be here."

Was he talking about me? Who was he...?

My heart froze when I saw him turn off the phone, and I recognized the pink case it was in! That was my phone! Oh, God! What did he do?

A gush of cum filled my greedy mouth, and I gulped and swallowed every salty, creamy, bitter drop before Alex pulled out and I wailed with my own orgasm. Hoshi yanked back on the leash, my back arching into it and he rammed me a dozen more times before releasing a torrent of his seed into my dripping pussy.

"Somone take this camera." Gred said. He handed it to Chris, and started stripping. My worry was crushed out as his brawny build was revealed a bit at a time. Tall, skin like ebony, and when his cock came into view, I stood there just staring at it. Longer than Fred, if you could believe it, and gloriously thick, rippling with veins. It filled me with a need to experience it, and a fear of what that massive weapon would do to my tight body.

Dave had been growing impatient, waiting for his turn, and he grabbed me from behind, clutching at my firm breasts. "What should we do to her next?" he said.

Fred tilted a box to look inside. "Oh, so many things to choose from. What do you think, Violet?"

I was still trying to process what I'd just overheard with Chris on my phone when Dave spun me around, pushing me back against the table. His hands roughly kneaded my breasts while I tried to catch my breath.

"Who... who was that on my phone?" I gasped, looking at Chris.

He smiled enigmatically. "Just taking care of some logistics. Don't worry about it."

Fred snickered, reaching into the box and pulling out the set of leather wrist cuffs. "Let's make this more interesting, shall we?"

I didn't have time to protest before Dave yanked my arms behind my back and Fred quickly secured the cuffs around my wrists. Trevor moved in with his camera, recording my helpless position as my tits were thrust out proudly to be cupped and fondled.

"I want that ass," Dave announced. He took my cuffed wrists by the short chain between them, and marched me toward Greg who sat on one of the office chairs, his proud cock waving like a flagpole over his lap.

"Right here, sweet thing!" Greg chortled, and patted his lap.

"Oh, God! Wait! That's too big!" With my wrists bound behind me, there was little I could do. Fred and Dave helped control me as they positioned my pussy over Greg's dark spear.

"No! Wait! I'm not ready for that!" The head parted my lips, and my struggles only made matters worse. Every twist or turn served only to make me settle further and further down that hard length.

"Shit! Oh, God! It's too much! Wait!" My cries fell on deaf ears as they laughed at my antics, Trevor expertly filming my tight pussy spreading for the dark invader.

Greg was licking and sucking at my breasts, humping up at me as I slowly got impaled on his cock.

His strong arms took hold of me, pulled me tight to his chest, and I groaned and whimpered, feeling the last few inches of him work into my wet and aching pussy.

"Good girl." he rumbled soothingly. "Now, sweet Violet. Get ready."

"Oh god!" I felt Dave getting into position behind me, felt the cool oil run down my back and get fingered into my tight rear entrance, preparing me for what was to come.

A knock at the door.

A cock nudged at my ass.

The door opened.

My voice lifted in a shriek as a cock slid up my rear.

The camera blocked my view, recording me surrendering my body to these men, and I started to climax! It was one of those world-stopping climaxes, the kind that thunders in your ears, blocking out any hope of coherent thought. I twitched and screamed and wriggled on those cocks until I collapsed on Greg's chest.

They were still fucking me, using me, taking what they wanted... when I saw Willy, his jaw hung open in shock, watching me from behind Trevor and his camera!

My entire world crumbled in that moment. Through the fog of lust and the haze of my climax, I saw Willy's face transform from shock to something else--something I couldn't quite name.

"Willy!" I gasped, my voice breaking. "I--I-I'm sorry!"

Bound at the wrists, impaled on two cocks, my breasts exposed and glistening with sweat and Greg's saliva, my hair a mess, and a collar around my neck, leashed like an animal. What could I possibly say to explain this?

Dave hadn't stopped pounding my ass, each thrust pushing me up and down on Greg's massive shaft. "Who's that?" he grunted, barely slowing his rhythm.

Chris stepped forward, camera still in hand. "Ah, Willy. Good. Gentlemen. This is Willy. Violet's husband. And he's right on time."

On time? The realization hit me like a bucket of ice water.

"W-why did you text me?" Willy asked, his eyes unable to look away.

"Oh no, my boy. That wasn't her. I thought you'd figure that out when you saw... well, this." he nodded at me, over the camera he held. "You see, I texted you."

"Oh, God! Chris!" I wanted to shout, to scream, to demand an explanation. But all I could do was shiver and moan as I brushed against another climax. Dave was thrusting into me twice as fast as Greg, and my body wanted more.

"You see, Violet has been trying to find a way to tell you about... Well, what she does now."

"Sales?" Willy gulped.

"Oh, yes. That too... but this is her primary means of making sales, you see."

Oh, Shit! I thought Chris was so sweet, kind, and considerate. What could make him do this to me? Oh, God, those cocks were driving me mad!

"She had months to tell you, but never got up the nerve. Or maybe..." he came in closer with the camera, right up to my face as I bounced on two thick cocks. "Maybe you were too afraid. Afraid to miss out on... all this?"

I tried to say something, but it came out a desperate cry, drowned out by another orgasm that shook me like a live wire. What was happening to me? Even as my orgasm hit and faded, another welled up in its wake. And a little voice in my head kept up a silent pleading to my husband standing there, staring. 'Look at me!' it cried. 'Watch me! See me being a slut, a whore, a fuck toy! Do you want me like this?'

Chris reached out and ran his fingers through my mussed hair. "I did this for you, sweet Violet, because I couldn't stand watching this tear you up inside anymore. You need to be free of that doubt and fear. Now, he knows. What happens next is up to the two of you."

I couldn't speak. Couldn't think. My body was giving in to Dave and Greg's relentless assault on my holes. Through my tears and pleasure-hazed vision, I watched Willy's face, trying to gauge his reaction.

He hadn't run, hadn't shouted. He just stood there, watching me get fucked by two strangers while cameras recorded every thrust, every moan, every inch of my surrender.

"I'm gonna fill this ass!" Dave growled, and I had my head yanked back by the hair as he started humping into me faster and harder. A hot sting of cum in my ass almost made me climax again. Then he pulled out, smacked my rear, and stood back to watch his cum dribble out.

"Your wife's a hot fucking slut!" Dave snickered, and went to the table for something to clean himself with.

"True." Fred added as he came up beside Willy. "She's a natural." He took Willy with him as he approached, taking the camera from Chris on the way. "Been our top sales rep since she started offering... additional services. You may not want to believe it, but she likes her work. A lot."

Willy watched as I bounced slowly on Greg's massive length. He kept looking from my face, to my pussy, to my face again, like he was trying to decide if what he was seeing was real. All I could do was moan and squirm on the end of that thick, black python.

Greg's hands tightened on my hips, pulling me down harder as he continued to thrust up into me. "She's getting tighter," he groaned, his accent thickening with his arousal. "And wetter. I think she likes her husband watching."

I couldn't deny it. Despite my humiliation, despite knowing I'd been caught in the most compromising position imaginable, my body was responding with shameful enthusiasm. Each time I looked at Willy's face, I felt my pussy clench around Greg's massive shaft.

"Willy, please..." I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. Forgiveness? Understanding? For him to leave? To stay?

Fred moved closer to Willy, speaking in a low voice. "She's been wanting to tell you for months. You should see it. When she has three men using her at once, she's just magnificent." He nodded toward the cameras. "We're making a porno, just for Chris. A kind of retirement gift."

Chris quietly whispered to Trevor, and he moved the camera from me to Willy, capturing his reaction to finding his wife being gangbanged. I winced inside. If Willy ever watched this, would he hate this part?

"She's been living a double life for months, Willy. Your little Violet has quite the appetite. More than you can handle. More than I can handle. More than any one man could hope to handle." He gave Willy the camera. "Want to get a better view?"

My eyes widened in shock. What was Fred doing?

Willy hesitated, then slowly took the camera, his eyes never leaving mine as Greg continued to thrust into me from below.

"She looks beautiful like this, doesn't she?" Fred said quietly to Willy. "I've been enjoying her talents for months now. Chris pulled her out of her shell in Switzerland, and now... we've all been enjoying her."

"Months?" Willy's voice cracked. He looked equal parts horrified, and... was he turned on? "All?"

"Chris, me, and my father." Fred grinned.

"Father...? Shit. Johan?" Willy still held the camera, but looked stunned beyond comprehension. "Johan too?"

I wanted to explain, to tell him everything, but Greg chose that moment to grip my hips and slam upward, making me cry out in pleasure as a gush of hot cum burst into me. He spasmed over and over, my tight pussy milking him for every bit. Then he carefully, very slowly, lifted me off.

I could see Willy's expression of awe as he watched inch after inch slide from my depths. I could only imagine what it looked like seeing what might be ten or eleven inches of huge black cock leaving his wife's pussy.

I stood on trembling legs, my arms behind my back, tits thrust provocatively out before me, and I felt cum dripping down my thigh. God, what a sight I must have been!

"Please don't hate me." I pleaded. "You don't know how hard it's been to live with the guilt. Every day, wanting to tell you, and being terrified that you'd leave me and our baby. I... couldn't live with that. I'd hate myself forever."

I wobbled a step closer, my heels making me unsteady. "Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. Anything. If you say stop, I'll stop. Beg for forgiveness, I'll beg. Leave..." I gulped, and my voice faded to a desperate whisper. "If that's what you want... I'll leave."

Willy froze as he stared at me, looking me up and down like he hardly knew me, which might not be far from the truth of it. He turned the camera back on me, a look of determination in his eye.

"How many?"

I gulped, and blinked at him. "How many?"

"I know you, Violet. You'd keep track. How many?"

He wasn't wrong, but it was an embarrassing number.

"I don't..."

"Just tell me," he said, more gently this time.

My belly turned itself into knots. I felt more tears trying to escape, and with my hands bound, all I could do was let them run down my face.

"T-twenty-eight," I sniffed. "Including tonight... so far." I cast a sheepish glance at Trevor who hadn't had me yet.

Chris moved up next to me and he caressed a hand up my arm, then down to my hip. "It's a lot."," he admitted. "But that's not really the important question here, is it?"

Willy's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I think the more pertinent question is... do you mind?" Chris nodded down at Willy's crotch. "Is that a banana in your pocket, or were you just enjoying the show?"

I gawked down at the sizable bulge under Willy's pants! Chris was right! He was hard!

I felt the zip on my skirt go down, then he let it fall in a puddle of cloth around my pumps. I wore stockings and garters almost exclusively since my European trip, and today was no exception.

Chris held me steady and had me step out of the skirt. I'd become so used to obeying him, I hardly realized I was doing it before it was done.

Willy still held the camera, but I didn't think he was paying attention. He was staring at me like he'd never seen me before. I desperately wanted to jump into his arms and plead for his mercy, but the way he was looking at me... made me think he wasn't mad so much as aroused.

"Baby? Tell me what you want, please." I sniffed.

It seemed our porno had turned into a melodrama. Everyone was watching us, and I could feel the tension in the air. I shifted from foot to foot, feeling especially exposed and vulnerable with my breasts lifted up and out on display.

"Be honest," Willy demanded, not angry or forceful, but earnestly. "Marco. You never met him before that night."

"Never." I shook my head.

"You didn't tell him to follow us into the bathroom?"

"I didn't. I swear. He did that all on his own."

"And... he gave you his number. Did you ever call him? Meet him someplace?"

"Never." I said. "I never even kept the napkin with his number. I left it on the table that night... intentionally."

"What about this? Did you know this was going to happen today?"

I blinked and I could feel my face turn red. "Not at first, but... I had a good idea something would happen when Fred got me from my room. I didn't expect all this, but... something."

"Willy." Fred huffed, irritated. "Let me be up front with you, okay! Your wife is a slut! She fucks like a whore, and she loves it!"

I gasped at him, wincing as if the words hit like slaps to the face.

"She makes a hell of a salary at this, too! When you were out of work, she carried you! Hell, she's even paying for your fucking education now, right? And after all that, she's still willing to give it all up for you! She's hot! She's a fantastic fuck! She's insatiable! And remarkably, she's still totally dedicated to you!"

"He's right, mate." Trevor snickered. "There's a million guys in a five-mile radius would die for half that in a babe half as hot as her! If you can't see that and appreciate it, maybe you don't deserve her."

"Stop it!" I barked at them. "I'm the one who fucked up, not him."

I clicked on my heels over to Willy till my breasts were nearly against his chest, and sighed up at him. "I'm all yours, lover. Always have been. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it."

Willy's eyes met mine, searching, and I could see a war of emotions behind them, but most of all was confusion. His hands reached out, hesitating for just a moment before settling on my shoulders. The camera hung forgotten at his side.

"I want..." he began, then swallowed hard. "I want to know if you enjoyed it. All of it. Not just tonight, but everything."

The question caught me off guard. I'd expected anger, disgust, demands for explanations--not this quiet inquiry about my pleasure.

"Yes," I whispered, unable to lie anymore. "God help me, I did. I do. But I never stopped loving you, not for a second."

His hands slid down my arms, feeling the leather cuffs at my wrists, then back up, sliding over my breasts. I shivered, the hard tips of my nipples meeting the grazing touch of his fingers. "And that night with Marco and his friend?"

"That was the most incredible night of my life," I admitted, "because you were there. You made it happen, and you made me your slut... like I hoped you would."

Willy stood there staring at me. The room had gone strangely quiet, everyone waiting for his reaction.

"What I want..." Willy finally said, his voice low and thick with emotion. He set the camera down on the conference table, his eyes never leaving mine. "What I want is for you to be honest with me. Always."

I nodded quickly, tears still streaking my mascara-stained cheeks. "I will. I promise. No more secrets."

He reached behind me, and I felt him exploring the cuffs with his hands. I thought he was about to release me. A moment later, he turned me around, and pulled me back against him. My hands could feel the excitement under his pants, his hard presence rubbing against my fingers. His hands came up, cupping my breasts exactly how I like it, closing fingers around the stiff tips the way he knew how.

"Twenty-eight." he murmured in my ear. "If they all have you, how many then?"

"Yes, how many, Violet?" Fred grinned. "How many if we all have you?"

"T-twenty-nine." I panted. "Oh, wait! Umm... do women count?"

"Hmm, good question." Willy turned me toward Trevor who was still filming us. "I suppose I asked how many men, so... I guess not."

I rubbed back at him, feeling that familiar warmth rising in me. "And what if I only gave a blowjob? Would that count?"

He huffed a little laugh. "I think oral sex counts as sex, right."

I giggled and rubbed the shape of his stiff cock. "Yes. Well, in that case, then... only men is just... twenty-six."

"Hmm, interesting." He tugged at the cuffs, pulled back on my hair, and softly kissed and nibbled my neck. The contrasting mixture of rough and gentle was an alchemical combination of pure lust to me. It didn't help that I was watching Fred remove his clothes, and his lovely nine inches made me whimper.

"These are nice." Willy tugged at my leather cuffs.

"Chris bought them for me." I admitted. No more secrets. He was going to know all of it! "He bought our Pleasure Chest, too. It was a gift. These come from the one he got for me and him to play with on our trip in Italy. It's the BDSM collection."

"Very interesting." He walked me toward the table again, the other men gathering together to meet us there. I looked right at the camera, smiled, and Trevor grinned back.

"And have you used all the toys in his collection?"

I whimpered and shook my head. "No. Not yet. Haven't tried the n-n-nipple clamps, or the whip."

"A whip?" He sounded amused.

"C-cat-o-nine-tails." I moaned as he moved me into the midst of all those men.

Willy's lips brushed my ear as he whispered. "Now... what should I to do with such a naughty, slutty, sexy wife?"

I stood there trembling, my body still flushed with arousal as Willy's hands possessively held my breasts. The cool air of the conference room raised goosebumps on my exposed skin, and I could feel cum slowly trickling down my inner thighs. The cold metal of the leash hung down between my tits, the leather loop at the end patting against my exposed pussy.

"I'm thinking," Willy continued, his voice low and husky in my ear, "that maybe I should see what all the fuss is about. What makes my wife so special, that all these powerful men want her so badly."

My breath caught in my throat. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?

"You want to watch?" I whispered.

"Yes, but not just watch." His hands felt me up, tugging and twisting my nipples one more time as he whispered to me. "You were out of control when I got here. And when me and Marco and his friend all fucked you at the same time, you were insatiable. You loved that, didn't you?"

I whimpered and nodded urgently, unable to speak.

"Would you like me and all these men to use you like that?"

Another whimper and trembling nod.

He kissed my neck, so soft and sweet, as only a lover could. "Eight men. Have you ever had so many at the same time before?"

I shook my head, straining under his tormenting hands.

"Well then," he chuckled and lifted his voice for all to hear. "Let's see if you can last long enough to fuck eight men in a feature-length porno!"

I shrieked as he shoved me forward, lost my balance without my arms to steady me, and Fred caught me in his arms.

In an instant, I was being placed on top of someone laying on the floor. It took a moment before I recognized Trevor, and looked around to see Dave with the camera. Then Hoshi got in front of me, filling my mouth with his still recovering erection.

Trevor took me by the hips and moved me about until he had the head of his cock up against my pussy. Then... holy shit! He wasn't terribly long, maybe a bit longer than Willy, but this was the thickest hunk of man-meat I ever felt! Even thicker than Fred or Greg! It was like someone tried ramming a baseball bat into my sex!

I was so busy squirming around, I lost track of what else they were getting ready to do to me. Chris, Willy, Greg, Dave, all there where I could see them.

And that left...

I looked back over my shoulder as best as I could with a mouthful of Hoshi, and saw Fred oiling up his cock for my ass! Oh, crap! I never let him use my ass when I was fucking someone else. All my gangbangs with Chris, Johan and him relegated Chris to my ass. He was still tight, but manageable!

Fred was barely able to fit on his own. I tried taking him and his father once, but I stopped them after only a few seconds. It was too much. But this?! With Trevor's thick cock inside me?!

My squeals and haggard protests were gagged by Hoshi's cock, and I felt Fred take hold of my hips! I thrashed and squirmed, desperation filling me with extra urgency, but with my arms pinned behind my back, I was helpless.

Trevor pulled me down with my breasts flattened to his chest. "Very nice." he crooned. "Now for the good part."

I gurgled on Hoshi's length in my throat, keeping me from shouting... when I felt Fred push the head of his manhood past my tight ring. I could feel my eyes roll up to the back of my head, and it was as if my two holes would tear and turn into one!

A few inches in, then more oil doused the flames in my ass. Another thrust, and I twitched about like I'd been tazed. He pulled back and thrust in again. Little by little, I could feel his massive length rearranging my innards around those two cocks as more and more disappeared inside me.

Thankfully, he took his time. It was several minutes later when I finally felt his pelvis bounce against my ass. Nine inches! I measured it once! Nine inches of thick cock was up my ass, and I saw stars!

My tearing eyes saw Willy watching, saying something to... someone. I was too far gone to know. And... was he laughing? Another thrust blurred my vision, and I couldn't breathe. Hoshi held my head down, drowning me in cum that threatened to come out my nose. Then he released me and I arched back with a scream as I erupted in an orgasm that ended my sanity for the rest of the afternoon!

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"Damn. That was some orgasm." Willy snickered.

"I know." I giggled, snuggling closer. "But come on! Look at how much cock I had inside me! Most girls would have died from that."

He laughed and pulled me closer. "My little sexual dynamo. You know, to look at you in your teacher clothes, all prim and proper, nobody would suspect that underneath that mild-mannered exterior, lurks an absolute slut."

I nodded. "Well, like Superman, I wear glasses now so... my disguise is perfect."

He huffed a laugh, and grabbed the remote. "Wait. This is one of my favorite parts."

He turned up the volume, and my huffing and puffing could be heard over the low conversation. Fred slowly backed away, and my whole body shivered and shook at every inch. My gaping ass closed up, and cum trickled out, running down my pussy where Trevor's wide load still fucked me.

"Chris. My ass needs your cock, sir." I said on screen.

There was a round of snickers and jibes. Then Chris got into position to fuck me.

"Baby? Could I suck your cock now?" I begged.

"Not yet," Willy on the video said from out of the frame.

"Oh, please! I want..." My words got cut off as Chris stabbed his cock into my ass, and I twitched about with a tiny orgasm, like an aftershock following an earthquake. "Oh, God!"

"What are you, my sweet?" Willy asked.

I sighed and looked right at the camera. "I'm a slut, my lover."

"Who's slut?"

"Yours, baby. I'm all yours."

"I am." I said at his side, holding tight and hugging with all my might.

It's been five years since that day. I finished my two-year contract, and the money was great the whole time. Willy came with me on a few sales calls, and to most of my weekend meetings in Atlanta after that. They wouldn't give him his old job back, even after we were both cleared of any wrongdoing.

Remember when I said there was another guy in the company who actually was ripping them off? Well, they found out shortly after he quit, and disappeared somewhere in South America with his secretary and over five million dollars from the retirement pensions. Franz, a very sweet old man, repaid it all out of his own pockets. I would have shown my... very special appreciation, but Johan assured me he wouldn't accept such an offer. Oh well.

Willy was quite right. I do keep a tally of how many men and women I have sex with. When I finished my contract and quit, I was up to eighty six men and seven women.

Francesca and I have become very good friends, and we still get together every now and then. She's not with Anthony anymore, though they are still quite close. I got to visit them in Milan again before they went their separate ways, and this time Willy and Chris came with me. We had a fantastic time!

Francesca and I have shared Willy many times since then, and she's been turning me into an artist with a dildo and strap-on. It's so fucking hot to watch her riding my man while I fuck her ass with it, though I prefer it when they do me that way.

There have been lots of other women too. Most are just around for a night or two, but I have three girls I love to play with, and share with Willy. Kim is my favorite. I might have to tell a story about that some day.

I still see Fred regularly, sometimes alone, but mostly with Willy. They've become good friends, and I couldn't be happier about that. Willy knows I worship Fred's magnificent cock, and doesn't hold it against me because he knows that I worship all of him, just as I know he worships all of me. We complement each other. Two halves that make a whole.

It's harder to live my slut lifestyle with two young daughters, but we still manage often enough to keep it interesting. We spend a week every year with Francesca in Milan, she visits us for a week too, and we have a standing invitation to visit Johan in Atlanta whenever we can. It's weird going there because he's got to avoid his wife, so it happens very rarely. We have a few regular friends we play with, and we're always looking for the spontaneous hookup wherever we can find one. Fred spends the night at least once a month, and I'm allowed to meet him at our hotel once in a while.

Chris retired at the end of that year, and he moved out of state with his wife. We never had sex again after that. He does send me a card every Christmas and sneaks in a pic of me and him having sex with thanks for great memories.

So, in the end, my fuck-ups turned out okay. Our marriage is still solid, and I'm still my husband's slutty wife. The video we made is now one of many. I've done lots more with Willy and Fred, a couple of me getting gangbanged, and we did a couple threesome videos with Francesca, and even more with Kim. We've even published a bunch. There are more of me in gangbangs with clients, but those are closely kept secrets for their sakes. I like it that way.

I became a teacher soon after quitting. It gives me more time with my two little girls now. My youngest was born right after my last days with the company, and yes, there was a lot of concern over who the daddy would be. I had her DNA tested, and she's definitely not Willy's. Oops.

The way I figure it, she's probably either Fred's or Johan's. Willy thinks she's his, and I just can't take that away from him. He loves her too much. Maybe someday I'll tell her, but not until she's grown. Even I don't know yet. Someday.

I guess a girl has to have a few secrets after all.