Sales Slut Pt. 06

Everything had been going so well. That night in the city had been a turning point. I told Willy all my newest, most lurid fantasies, and he told me his. We both wanted a lot of the same things, too. We talked about my threesome and gangbang fantasies several times, and how we might make it happen. None of the friends we knew were that brand of adventurous, as far as we knew, but I did suggest a few we might try a threesome with.

For three weeks, I had been trying to restrain my slutty side by denying myself visits to Chris's office, and meetings on Thursdays in the hotel with Fred. That had been the hardest part. I missed it... and him. But I was on a self-imposed deadline. I wanted to confess everything to Willy before my monthly sales meeting in Atlanta, but that was just a few days away.

And then... a sale fell in my lap. Chris and Fred had worked on a client right here in the city, and it was a big one. Chris got the client interested, Fred made the sales call, but the client was getting cold feet. They wanted me to close the deal personally.

I checked myself in the mirror. My hotel room had a great view of the Hudson, and I hoped to have a nice romantic evening with Willy after my meeting. He said he'd meet me for dinner, and we'd see a show after. Then back here for a night of hot sex!

But first, the sale. I chose one of my sales-slut outfits to give myself the edge. Short pencil skirt, thin silk blouse, no bra, garters and stockings, and a brand new pair of FMP's that lifted my ass wonderfully.

"Just a sale." I told myself. "Go in, do your thing, get the signatures, and get out. Piece of cake!"

A knock on the door made me start. It was just Fred. I got my portfolio and opened the door.

Fred was leaning against the opposite wall, grinning like he'd won the lottery. "Wow! Very nice."

"Yeah, well. Don't get any ideas, mister," I grinned. I already had plenty of ideas for the both of us. Damn! He smelled so good, too. We got into the elevator, but instead of going down to the conference room, Fred hit the penthouse floor.

"What are you doing? The conference room is on the second floor."

He nodded. "Meeting was moved. Chris's idea."

"Chris moved it?"

"He said we might need some of your 'magic' to get them onboard." Fred said.

"Magic?" I glanced up at him. "I--doesn't--Chris knows I'm not... doing that anymore. Not until I tell Willy and see where we stand."

"Let's face it, Violet," Fred grinned. "You've already got plenty to confess. Would one more really matter all that much?"

"That's not the point!" I huffed. "I'm trying to do better..."

"You already do it better than anyone I know."

Oh, God! I wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock right then and there. He always makes me feel so sexy.

Then Fred snapped his fingers like he'd just remembered something. "Oh, and Chris said, it was time to let the Genie out of the bottle... whatever that means. He said you'd understand."

The Genie? Shit. When we fooled around, he sometimes brought up the wish I owed him. He called me his own personal Genie, like the old TV show. I thought he'd request something kinky, but private. Was he planning to claim his wish now?

"It's just business, Violet," Fred whispered.

I must have looked worried. He took my hand, and gave it a squeeze, then the elevator doors opened, and I was in one of the most beautiful hotel suites I'd ever seen. The huge living room had been transformed into a conference room, complete with a long table, chairs, a smart board currently displaying a slideshow of our various product lines, a little table with refreshments, and five men!

I smiled, my stomach fluttering with both guilt and excitement as the men all stood.

"Violet! Right on time, as usual." Chris said, and came to give me a hug, then made introductions all around.

The mature Asian fellow was Hoshi Nakamura, my client. He was flanked on either side by two younger men, still older than me, and none of them Asian.

Dave, a somewhat heavyset fellow with glasses, probably in his late thirties. Greg, a clean cut black man who had a delightful African accent. Trevor, easily as old as Chris with a decidedly English accent, and a particularly firm grip. And Alex, charming, all smiles, closer to my age, and certainly not shy about undressing me with his eyes.

Then Chris led me away and slipped his hand around my hip. "Did Fred talk to you?"

"Yes!" I hissed back. "Chris! I said I was trying to be good!"

He nodded. "I know, Violet. I know... but we need this sale. You need this sale. And you still owe me that wish."

"I thought you might do something a little more... private."

He shrugged. "I thought so too. But then you told me about your night in the city with Willy, your waiter, and his friend, and I... was inspired."

"Inspired about what?"

"My going away present."

"You're leaving?" I asked.

"Retiring... at the end of the year. So, I was hoping you'd grant me my wish and give me a retirement gift all at the same time."

I frowned at him. "What do you want?"

"I want you to make a nice big sale. Shall we?" Chris smiled, let his hand glide down over my ass, and nudged me back into the room. I felt my pulse quicken, wondering what Chris was planning. Between that little teaser, and what Fred told me on the way up here, I expected to have Mister Nakamura's cock in my mouth before the end.

"Gentlemen," he began. "Violet will be guiding you through our Esteem packaging line. If you'll take your seats please."

"Pleasure to meet you all," I said, forcing a professional smile as I set my portfolio on the conference table. The air conditioning raised goosebumps on my exposed skin, and I could feel their eyes on the hard tips of my nipples that tried to poke holes through my blouse. If they hadn't noticed I was braless before, they sure as hell knew it now!

I pretended not to notice. Part of my appeal was this innocent working wife persona that so many of these men seemed to find even more exciting than an overtly slutty whore. It gave them a sense of conquest if they could get me to do things a good wife shouldn't.

As I arranged my samples, I noticed a number of our tags, labels, and boxes displayed on the table, as well as a couple of larger unmarked boxes. Maybe Chris had more samples in those. Then I felt a shiver race up my spine as another thought intruded. What if they contained... something else entirely?

"Before we begin," Chris announced, "I've arranged a special courtesy for our guests. Violet is well known for providing excellent customer relations." His emphasis on 'excellent' wasn't subtle. "She's prepared to demonstrate just how... excellent her services can be."

My heart hammered against my ribs. This was the wish he'd been planning--not something just for him. He often liked dirty talk when I serviced him in his office, reminding me of the European trip we took when he first pushed me into this crazy lifestyle. He even kept the pictures the photographer took of me on his computer to watch while he fucked me.

I especially liked seeing myself in that BDSM blindfold he put on me, along with the collar and leash. I still quiver when I remember that last night in the hospitality suite. He let all those older men take me into the suite bedroom one by one. They used me in every way imaginable, then led me by the leash back out and gave me to the next. Humiliating. Degrading. And so undeniably exciting! I hate how much I loved it!

The next morning, Chris, Johan, and Fred gave me my first three-on-one gangbang, and I've never been the same since. Now, here I was, in a hotel penthouse suite with seven men feeling like a mouse surrounded by hungry cats. Damn it! I had been so close to confessing everything to Willy. My plan to make him think my sexual obsessions was all his idea had been coming along so well, too.

Chris continued as he walked me with him to the center of the table opposite the men sitting there devouring me with their eyes. He purposely stopped us near one of the opened, unmarked boxes. Inside one I recognized the black and red BDSM 'Pleasure Chest' we purchased in Milan.

"As I'm sure you know from speaking to many of our other clients, our manufacturing and printing quality is exceptional. But I'm equally sure that you're more interested in our post-sale customer services," he said as he slid a hand down over my ass, and I stiffened at his bold touch.

Mr. Nakamura leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with interest. "I've heard rumors about your company's unique approach to client relations. I was skeptical, but intrigued."

Fred went over to the box and took out a leather collar with a small silver tag, one of our samples, hanging from the metal ring. It read 'Esteem-Client Services'. My breath caught in my throat. The suite suddenly felt too warm, too small.

"You know I've been trying to be good," I whispered, though my objection lacked conviction even to my own ears.

"And you've been good," Fred snickered as he secured the collar around my neck and fluffed my long hair down my back. Then he gripped a handful, and tugged my head back, growling softly just for me. "And you've been naughty, avoiding me the way you've been."

Chris approached with the leash, and clipped it onto my collar. "I've decided what I want for my wish, Violet," he said loudly for the whole room to hear. His hands stroked down my shoulders, over my breasts, and began unbuttoning my blouse. "Can you guess what it is?"

My heart was pounding in my ears, the hard tip of my breasts straining against the smooth silk of my blouse. The tiny bit of the conservative wife still left in me cried out for rescue, but the newly discovered slut in me was eager to see what Chris had in mind.

"P-p-please," I whimpered. "I can't..." My voice trembled with a mix of fear and arousal that had become all too familiar.

Chris finished unbuttoning my blouse and pushed it open, exposing my bare breasts to the room. The cool air hardened my nipples even further, and I heard several appreciative murmurs from around the table.

"Gentlemen," Chris announced, giving the leash a gentle tug that forced me to take a step forward, my hips meeting the edge of the table. "Violet takes excellent care of her Esteem clients. Don't you, miss Violet?"

I meekly lowered my eyes and nodded..

"I'm sorry? What was that?" Hoshi grinned up at me.

I gulped, feeling his eyes on my tits. "Y-y-yes, Sir."

Fred chuckled behind me, his hands sliding around to cup my breasts, fingers closing around the stiff tips to give me a little pinch and tug that went right through me and down to my pussy. God! He knows just how to do that!

"She's also extremely dedicated." Fred said, repeating his squeeze, pinch, tug on my tits, working me up to a boil. "She will do anything to satisfy our clients. Believe me, I've seen her do it many, many times. She's rather spectacular at it."

My cheeks burned with humiliation, but the wetness between my thighs told a different story. I glanced at the men watching me--their hungry eyes, several rubbing at the bulges in their trousers.

"As you know," Chris said as his hand slid up my thigh behind me, under my skirt, and over my bare ass cheeks. "Nakamura Electronics has a huge product line. Not least of which includes an impressive number of video cameras."

I gasped and looked over my shoulder at my boss. I received a feral grin.

"I'll be retiring soon." He sounded almost sad, regretful. "I'll have to leave all this... and you behind. So, for my wish, dear Violet, I'd like something to remember you by. Something special."

He turned to Hoshi. "You're sure you can edit out faces as needed?"

Nakamura nodded. "I wouldn't have agreed otherwise."

"I don't understand." I squeaked. "What's happening?"

"Milan gave me a wonderful slide show," Chris continued. "But it lacks... dynamics. It's too still. Just frozen moments in time. What I wish for is a video. A full-length, full-color, full-sound pornographic movie... of you, my dear. We're going to make you a porn star for a day."

Hoshi chuckled to himself. "Greg and Trevor. You're up."

I stood there trembling, being teased mercilessly by Fred's talented hands while Chris held that leash like I was his pet.

Greg and Trevor got to their feet, came around the table, took out two Nakamura video cameras from the unmarked boxes, and started to check their equipment.

"A v-v-video?" I stammered. "Chris?" I didn't know how to express myself. Outraged, disappointed, scared. Also excited, intrigued, and so sexy! Me? A porn video of me? If Willy ever found out...

I felt frozen in place as Greg and Trevor positioned themselves around me, cameras already recording. My lips trembled, and I tried to form words of protest, but nothing came out.

"Don't worry about the videos getting out," Chris said, as if reading my mind. "These are just for us. For me to remember you by, and for the Nakamura's team as a token of our appreciation for their business." He slid a hand around my hip, under my skirt, his finger slipping into the moist entrance of my sex, making me shiver. "Think of it as a limited release. A very exclusive production."

Fred's hands continued to caress my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples. "You know you want this," he whispered against my ear. "I can feel how excited you are."

And he was right. Despite my fear, despite knowing this crossed yet another line, my body was betraying me. My nipples were painfully hard, my pussy slick with arousal.

My eyes darted over to Hoshi, who started unbuckling his belt. Dave already had his off and was coming closer.

"You need this, the same as I do." Chris crooned in my ear. "You're so wet, so hot. I know you. This is who you are."

Was it? Was this what I had become? I didn't want to believe it, but the way my body was responding to Fred working my breasts, Chris finger fucking me ever so gently. I knew I had become a slut over these last months, but a porn star? Even for a day? Was that what was turning me on so damned much?

"I shouldn't..." I whispered, but my body said otherwise as my hips instinctively pushed back against Chris's probing fingers. "Not without Willy."

"You already are," Chris said, his voice low and commanding. He gave the leash a gentle tug, pulling me toward the conference table. "Don't fight it, sweet Violet. I know you love this."

Fred released my breasts and moved to help Chris guide me. Together, they pushed me down on the table, bending me forward until my bare breasts pressed against the cool surface. My skirt rode up, exposing my naked ass to the room.

"Beautiful," Trevor murmured, his camera capturing every moment of my exposure.

Chris leaned over me, his lips at my ear, his fingers parting my pussy lips as he resumed what he started. "This is my wish, Violet. To see you perform for an audience. To watch you take all these men while our cameras record every moan, every thrust, every climax. There's nothing quite so beautiful as watching you surrender to your inner slut."

Greg moved into my line of sight, his camera on my face. "Give us a smile, pretty." he said in his lovely accent, deep and resonant.

Chris turned his hand and dipped two fingers into me deeper, and I gasped.

"Ah, yes!" Greg snickered. "Much better than a smile!"

I heard more zips coming down, then more hands were caressing and squeezing me. Every inch of me was hypersensitive, twitching eagerly at every touch. Still, that tiny part of the old me struggled to be heard. My inner slut was ignoring her.

"As the client, I claim the right of first access." Hoshi said as he approached from behind.

His hands took over from Chris and Fred, exploring my most sensitive places while he moved into position. I still had more hands cupping each breast, fondling me as I had my legs parted.

I could feel Hoshi sliding the head of his cock up and down my pussy, enjoying the wet kiss of my pink lips. Meanwhile I saw more movement from the corner of my eyes as more boxes were opened and more things removed. What else had Chris brought?

I heard a click and caught the scent of Fred's favorite sex oil we used many times in our hotel room meetings. He dripped some down my rear, and it ran into the valley of my ass to my wet sex, where Hoshi used his cock to rub it around.

Then I arched and made a long moan as his length impaled me. He wasn't very big, but he was enthusiastic!

Hoshi held my hips firmly, his cock buried deep inside me. "Mmm, she's even better than advertised," he said, slowly withdrawing before slamming back in. After a few more he abandoned finesse in favor of just reckless fucking, bouncing my hips against the table as he took his pleasure from me.

Each thrust pushed my breasts against the cool conference table, my hard nipples dragging across the polished surface. Strangely delightful.

"Told you," Chris said proudly, like I was some prized possession he was showing off. "She's our best-kept secret. Well, used to be. Now she's our finest selling point. All our clients want her to handle their orders."

"And can you blame them?" Fred snickered.

Trevor circled around, getting close-up footage of Hoshi's cock sliding in and out of me. The red recording light on his camera felt like another pair of eyes watching my degradation. My face burned with humiliation, but my body betrayed me as I felt that familiar tension building at my core.

"Look at her," Fred said, his hand gripping my hair and turning my face toward Greg's camera. "She's loving this. Aren't you, my little slut?"

I just moaned at the camera, whimpering under the assault of that cock invading my tight sex.

"I didn't hear you?" Fred insisted.

"Y-y-y..." I was straining with my hands clutching uselessly at the tabletop as my pussy was hammered from behind. I couldn't get the words to form.

"Well, shit." Fred huffed. "If you won't answer, then maybe we should find something else for your mouth to do?"

"Just what I was thinking." Alex said, and moved around Trevor with his stiff length aiming at me like a missile. "Turn her this way, boss." he said, and Hoshi grabbed my hair and pulled me to the side.

I barely registered what had been said when I had a cock stuffed down my throat. Thanks to all the deep-throat training Fred had been giving me over the last couple months, I was able to take his whole length without gagging.

I knew I'd regret this eventually, but I just love taking two cocks at once. I can't help it! Once Alex was pumping in time with Hoshi, I could feel my first climax racing up from my warm pussy. I kept catching a glimpse of the cameras recording every bit of this, and while horrified with what might happen if Willy ever saw it, I could hardly wait to watch it myself!

I was being fucked at both ends and couldn't stop the moans that vibrated around Alex's cock. Hoshi's thrusts grew more frantic behind me, his fingers digging into my flesh as he rode me, leash in hand, making me arch my neck to swallow Alex's shaft. My body responded instinctively, pushing back at Hoshi, seeking more, wanting him deeper.

"Look at her!" Hoshi chuckled. "She's fucking us!"

"That's it, my slut. Let go! Take it," Fred encouraged, stroking my hair as I slobbered over Alex's shaft. "Look at the camera, Violet. Show Chris how much you love being a slut. Give him something to stroke off to when he retires."

I raised my eyes to where Greg was filming my face, capturing the moment of my surrender. My mascara was starting to run from the exertion, tears pooling at the corners of my eyes as Alex pushed deeper into my throat. I should have been mortified, but instead, I felt a perverse thrill knowing my submission was being immortalized on film.

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.