Your Wife for a Promotion Ch. 02

Tom hugged Lauren from behind as she put on her dangly gold earrings. She smiled at him in the bathroom mirror.

"You look great anyway," he said, "but in that dress?. Wow. Incredibly hot. Can't wait to get you home after tonight's events and rip that dress off of you."

She grinned and winked at him.

"I know what you like plus I had to buy something special for this party. Also, you're getting a promotion."

"It's not in the bag yet," he said. "Something about 'final details' getting worked out -- whatever that means. Guess I'll find out tonight."

She turned to face him in the cobalt blue cocktail dress. The sleeveless cut complimented her figure without going too far in terms of bare skin or cleavage -- although there was some of that. The hem of the dress stopped at her knees. She wore one inch kitten heels that matched her dress.

"You're going to get that promotion," she said, looking him in the eye. "Whether you accept it is up to you."

He smiled a little shyly, glancing at the floor and then back at her.

"And I know how you feel about that."

"Yep, but I'll support you whatever you decide."

"I appreciate you."

"I appreciate you."

She hugged him tight.

***

As the garage door rose, Tom opened the passenger door of his company car, a gleaming black Porsche 911. Lauren took her seat, clicking her seatbelt into place. The way she looked so hot in that blue dress gave him an almost painful erection. She saw it tenting his pants and laughed.

"We can't have cock of yours drawing attention to itself all evening," she said. "Everyone at the party will notice. Close the garage door so we can take care of it."

"Wait," he said, "there's no time to go up to the bedroom, mess up the sheets, and then get back down here."

"Who said there was?" she asked, grinning as she took off her seatbelt and swiveled to face him.

"What are you proposing, Ms. Allen?" he asked as he thumbed his key fob.

The motor overhead rumbled as the garage door closed.

"This," she said, grabbing his belt to pull him toward her. She undid his zipper and fished out his rod. She wrapped her lips around it, enjoying the taste of his clear precum.

"Hey wait. Seriously, Lauren. You really don't want to ruin that dress."

"Not gonna," she said, popping his cock back into her mouth. Stroking it with one hand and cradling his balls with the other, she bobbed on his rod, circling it with her tongue at every outstroke.

Tom groaned, gripping the car roof to steady himself. He could already feel his seed building in his balls and the base of his cock.

"Oh my god, Lauren, you're so fucking amazing."

Feeling he was close, she stroked him faster.

"You little tease," he said with a gasp. "Here in the garage, I've got to be quiet or the neighbors will call the cops."

"Mm-hm", she said with her mouth full of his cock.

"Oh! Dammit fuck Lauren," he said as quietly as he could. "I'm so fucking close. Ohhhhh fuck. Oh god. So fucking good. Fuck dammit here it comes!"

He bucked against her, shooting pulse after pulse of his cum into her welcoming mouth. She swallowed his entire load, moaning as his jizz landed on her tongue again and again. Once he was done, she removed him from between her smiling lips and licked a couple of stray drops still clinging to his glans. She kissed his cock head and gave it another swirl of her tongue. He shuddered with pleasure.

"See?" she said. "My dress is still in perfect shape. Think that'll keep your little guy down until we get home later?"

"That was fucking amazing," he said, breathing heavily while he leaned in to kiss her. "Yeah, that oughta do it. You're just the best."

"You're pretty good yourself," she said with a smirk, swiveling back into the car and closing the door.

***

Megan, wife of the Chief Operating Officer Kevin Stewart, stepped into David Moore's office. He was the Chief Marketing Officer, in charge of selling the company's services to clients including important families and multinational corporations.

"Hi David," she said. "You wanted to see me?"

"Hi Megan, yeah. Close the door, will you?"

She paled.

"Not here. Not while so many people are around."

"Oh yeah. You have no idea how soundproof these offices are. You could yell your head off and no one outside would hear you."

Her shoulders slumped and she began to remove her dress.

"Stop," he said. "Leave that on. You look amazing in it."

She stamped her foot.

"I spent hours looking for the perfect outfit for this. I am not getting cum on it!"

"We have a deal, then. No cum on the dress. I can live with that but I still want to fuck you while you're wearing it."

He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk and moved one of his guest chairs nearby.

Gesturing toward the chair he said, "Sit here. On the edge."

She perched on the chair, her face at his crotch. Leaning back against the front edge of his desk, he unzipped his pants, pulling his large dick out.

"Suck," he said.

She sighed and leaned forward to take his cock in her hand, then slurped the bulbous head into her mouth. Determined to bring him off quickly, she used every technique she knew, including tonguing his frenulum, circling his girthy cock head, and stroking fast with one hand while she gently kneaded his balls with the other.

After a few minutes, he pushed her away and grabbed her upper arms, lifting her from the chair.

"Good girl," David said, then pushed the contents of his desk to the floor in one sweeping motion. He bent her over the desktop, mashing her breasts against the glass through the cloth of her dress. He lifted her skirt and yanked her panties down to her knees. He held her wrists at the small of her back with one hand while aiming his turgid cock with the other. She let out a harsh grunt as he filled her completely with one stroke.

"Bet hubby can't stuff your pussy the way I can," he said as she groaned from the intrusion.

To her surprise, she was wet even after zero foreplay. It was mildly uncomfortable at first when his dick barged into her but as he stroked in and out, she found herself enjoying the ride. Her breath came in gasps as he pummeled her hard. Before long, he let out a long growl and spewed rope after rope of his seed into her. Pulling out, he handed her a wad of kleenex to wipe herself.

She pulled up her panties as he zipped up his pants and flopped into his desk chair.

"Damn, that was good," he said.

"I wish I could say the same."

"Sorry, no time for warm-up," he said. "I needed the release before my speech. Maybe next time."

***

Arriving at the King & Stewart building downtown, The valet opened Lauren's door and assisted her out of the car, then approached Tom for the keys.

"Nice ride," the valet said, admiring the Porsche.

"You know it. Don't have too much fun with this thing," Tom said with a laugh as he handed the young man the key fob and twenty dollars.

"Hey, thanks, man," he said.

"No problem," Tom said. "I used to work as a valet when I was in college. I know you earn every cent you make."

The Porsche pulled away with a slight screech of its tires. Tom grinned.

"I never could resist giving cars like that a little workout," he said. "I still can't. Oh, well, he seemed like a decent kid. If he wrecks the thing, so what? It's on the company's insurance."

Lauren smiled.

"You are so much more patient than I am."

Tom laughed.

"Sometimes. Sometimes not," he said, taking her arm.

***

At the arranged time, there was a knock at Christine's office door.

"Come in," she said.

Michael Jones, the husband of Chief HR Officer Ashley Jones opened the door and slammed it behind him.

"Right on time," she said. "I appreciate punctuality."

"Okay," he said. "Here I am. What do you want?"

She stood and rounded her desk to approach Michael. Although she stood a few inches shorter than he did, it was clear that she was in command.

"Take off your clothes," she said.

"What?"

"You heard me. You know the deal. Take off your clothes. Now."

He stripped as she lay back on the sofa in her office and removed her lacy white panties. She pulled her skirt up.

"Crawl over and eat me," she said. "More specifically, make me cum."

He grunted his disapproval but dropped to his hands and knees. She spread her legs to reveal her landing strip of pubic hair.

"Come on," she said. "I have shit to do."

He crawled over to her and licked her slit. She moaned, grabbing his head to pull him closer. After a time, she was bucking against his face, cursing and yelling as he sucked her clit. She came hard, shouting. Michael backed away from her as she came down from her climax.

"We done?" he asked.

"For now," she said, panting, "but I want to sample that cock of yours before too long. Go back to your wife."

***

The elevator was packed with King & Stewart employees dressed to the nines. The smell of freshly laundered clothing and a faint touch of perfume filled the car. It stopped on the 22nd floor, which held the C-suite, an auditorium, and a large meeting room now filled with tables, chairs, and a buffet line. A number of catering personnel in crisp uniforms were scattered through the area.

"That food smells heavenly," a woman said. Tom recognized Anne from the Investment Accounting department under him. She was a brunette of about 45 with an amazing work record. Tom couldn't remember anyone grumbling who collaborated with her.

"Anne," Tom said. "So glad you could make it. This is my wife, Lauren."

"Hi Lauren," Anne said, "Great to meet you. "Josh, this is Tom Anderson, my boss's boss. Tom, Josh is in real estate."

The two men shook hands.

"Good to see you, Josh," Tom said with a grin. "Anne does an amazing job. We're all proud to have her on the team."

Josh smiled.

"I think she's pretty special, too," he said.

"Lauren, I love that dress," Anne said. "Where did you get it?"

"Thanks!" Lauren said. "Well, there's this little place on 5th I've been going to for years."

"I hear you're going to be the next CFO," Josh said as their wives wandered off to discuss clothes shopping.

"Maybe," Tom said. "HR is still ironing out some last-minute details of their offer, so I'm kind of in limbo. And to be honest, I'm not sure it's what I want."

Josh nodded.

"Those loose ends can really gum up the works," he said. "Anyway, nice talking to you. I need to chase my wife down before she spends a month's paycheck on a killer dress like your wife is wearing. Super classy, if you ask me."

"Thanks, Josh. Enjoy the party."

Tom and Lauren spent the evening mingling until it was time for dinner to be served. Once they'd filled their plates with prime rib, broccoli, and asparagus for Tom and a Cobb salad with no eggs for Lauren, they found their assigned table and sat, only to discover they were joined by Kevin the CFO, John the CEO, and an assortment of other members of the executive suite.

"And here's Tom and his lovely wife," John said with a skeletal grin that showed too many teeth. "Great to have you here."

"The honor's all mine," Tom said. "This is Lauren, everyone."

Lauren waved at all the people around a large, round table covered by a white tablecloth. They all greeted her with waves, smiles, or nods.

The evening passed with pleasant conversation but an undertone of pressure for Tom to accept the CFO position. Once they'd all finished their plates, everyone got up to mingle agan and catch up with coworkers.

***

After a while, Tom stepped out onto a balcony just off the meeting room to get some fresh air. After a few minutes, he was joined by Robert Cox, King & Stewart's Chief Information Security Officer. He reported to Christine Ross, the head of IT. Robert was clearly inebriated.

"You're gonna love it in the suite, man," Robert said. "Working at King & Stewart is great but being an executive here? Wow. I had no idea. Never a dull moment."

"Is that right?" Tom asked. "How so?"

"Still haven't said yes?" Robert asked, ignoring Tom's question.

"Not yet, but they also haven't released all the details of their offer. I need to see those before I decide."

Robert winked at him.

"Those final details? Boy howdy." He looked into the distance and swirled his drink. "Those final details are the icing on the cake, my friend. Trust me."

He paused.

With a tremble in his voice, he said, "I have to admit that there is a downside, though."

"There always is," Tom said. "Anything in particular?"

"I have to be careful what I say."

"What can you say, then?"

Robert turned to face him.

"You really think you got offered the CFO job on your merits?"

"Pretty much."

Robert shook his head.

"Don't take this the wrong way but from what I hear, there were several other applicants from really big firms who would have been better choices."

"So I got offered the job anyway. Any idea why?"

Robert scoffed.

"God what I wouldn't give for a cigarette right about now, especially out on this balcony. Nice evening, isn't it?"

"You're avoiding the question," Tom said.

"I'm trying to figure out how to tell you what you need to know without getting fired."

"What the hell are you getting at?"

"Let me put it this way: You think you got the job based on your merits, right?"

"Of course."

"You're right, in a way. Just not the merits you think."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Robert took a long swig of his double gin and tonic.

"Think about it. Your wife is young enough to still be hot but old enough to keep her mouth shut."

"What's my wife got to do with the promotion?"

"Same thing my wife had to do with me getting hired over people with a lot more experience."

"I don't follow you."

"Ask Kevin and John. They had Nicole the last time. Fuck. Forget I said that."

"They what?"

"I've said too much. Booze always does that to me. Some great security guy I am, right? Enjoy the party."

Robert patted Tom on the shoulder and stumbled back inside.

Tom stared out at the city skyline, thinking.

***

Lauren mingled with the crowd. Several times, she crossed paths with wives and husbands of members of the executive team. Asking about Tom's possible promotion, they were all evasive, saying things like, "It's a good gig if you both have the right temperament." and "It's a good fit for people with an open mind about relationships." She never got any details about what they were alluding to. This bothered her. Adding up what several of the C-suite spouses said suggested there was something going on among the executive team that involved something nefarious.

Toward the end of the party, she found a scrap of paper in her purse. In scrawled print, it read, "Don't let Tom accept promotion!" She shivered, reading it.

***

Lauren spotted Tom across the room and made a beeline for him. They took a vacant table in a far corner of the meeting room.

"Something's wrong, Tom," she said, sliding the scrap of paper over to him.

"Interesting," he said. "I just had a weird conversation with Robert Turner, out on the balcony."

"I heard he's a drunk."

"Seems so. But a useful drunk."

"What did you two talk about?"

"My promotion, of course. What else would you expect?"

"God, what is going on here?"

"First of all, some unknown number of much more qualified candidates were passed over so I could get the job."

"Nice ego boost, there," she said, placing her hand atop his on the table.

"Yeah, no kidding. But it gets worse. He let slip that two other executives had been with his wife and he wasn't happy about it. He said you were 'young enough to still be hot but old enough to keep your mouth shut.'"

She looked him in the eye.

"We have to get out of here," she said.

"The sooner the better. But let's step out on the balcony for a minute first."

"What for?"

"You'll see."

She raised her eyebrows, curious.

***

In the elevator lobby, they found John, Kevin, and Christine waiting.

"Going anywhere special?" John said as Tom pressed the elevator's down button.

"Just getting a little air," Tom said, gripping Lauren's hand. "Don't worry. We'll be back in plenty of time for the meeting."

"How about a tour of the C-suite instead?" John asked.

"No thanks. We're good," Tom said. "Plenty of time for that when I actually get the job."

"We insist," John said, pulling a gun from his belt holster, then replacing it and covering it with his suit cloth.

The group marched to the heavy glass doors of the executive office area, where Kevin badged them in. Tom had no idea how extensive this part of the floor was. It was a maze.

They stopped before a door marked 2237.

"2237, huh?" Tom said. "I never guessed there were so many offices back here."

Again, Kevin badged them in, then closed the door behind them.

***

"This is no office," Laurel said, taking in the spacious room.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," said Christine with a snort.

A king size four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room with cameras mounted above the bed and around the room. All the cameras were pointed at the bed. The walls were lined with shelving that contained clear plastic boxes of memory cards and USB drives. A glass container was half-full of blue pills. One corner had a small desk with a laptop.

"What the hell is this?" Tom asked.

"Insurance," John said. "Any contract spelling out our terms of employment wouldn't stand up in court, so we use other means to insure compliance."

"And those terms are?" Tom asked.

"Once someone takes a job in the C-suite, their spouse essentially becomes company property, to use as we see fit."

"So, basically, corporate whores," Lauren said, gritting her teeth.

"Tsk, tsk, Lauren," John said. "Such a crude way to put it. We prefer to say that the executive team provides a supportive and loving environment."

"So what kind of insurance do you have?" Tom asked.

"I'll show you," John said as he walked over to the laptop.

He pressed a key to bring the screen to life, then opened a file on the desktop. It was a video of a man and woman sitting naked on the bed in that room. Both looked nervous. The man had an erection.

"That's David Moore," Tom said. "He's the new Chief Marketing Officer."

"Correct," John said, "and that's his wife, Stacey. This was recorded just before we hired him."

A voice off-camera said, "Okay, go on."

David cleared his throat. Obviously reading from a script, he stated that he was giving permission for any member of the C-suite to have sex with Stacey in any way they chose and at any time they chose, provided that she would not be marked an any permanent way and that blood play, choking, and other dangerous practices would be off limits.

Stacey, sniffling, read a similar script, agreeing to obey any sexual demand made by executive personnel, with the same limits described by David.

Another voice which Tom recognized as John said, "All right, get on with it."

Another naked man and woman entered the frame.

"That's Carrie, who's married to Christine, and James Cox, head of Legal," John said.

Christine bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes, unable to take her eyes off the screen.

***

With unfocused eyes, Carrie said, "Hi David." Grabbing his stiff cock she added, "Welcome to the firm. Pun intended"

She took his member into her mouth. Despite himself, he groaned in pleasure as he watched this stranger sucking his cock.

"Stacey, get up on the bed and lie on your back with legs spread," James said.

She hesitated. He slapped her, hard. David looked at Stacey and took her hand.

"It's gonna be alright, Stace," he said.

"Now!" James said.

Stacey clambered onto the bed and flopped onto her back. James thrust his dick all the way into her in one movement. She screamed as he fucked her hard and fast. She writhed beneath him, trying to push his shoulders away from her. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them above her head while squeezing her large breasts. He continued his unrelenting pummeling of her pussy.

Carrie pushed David backwards onto the bed, straddled his waist, then guided his cock into her cunt. She eased down onto him and began fucking herself with his tool.

Before long, all four bodies on the bed were screaming.

***

The video ended. Christine had turned away but John and Kevin were panting, excited by what they had just watched.

"Tom? Lauren? Take off your clothes," John said.

Tom pulled his phone from his pocket and said, "Now would be a good time, guys."

The door burst open and the room filled with police personnel and members of building security.

"Everybody stay calm," one of the cops said.

Kevin grabbed a tray of memory cards and darted for the door, where he was immediately stopped and handcuffed.

"Which one of you is Tom Anderson?" one of the security guards said.

"That's me," he said.

"I'm Fred. I'm the one who took your initial call. I can't believe this shit."

"Yeah, I know," Tom said. "Thanks for taking it seriously even though I'm sure I sounded crazy."

Fred nodded, "Yeah, you did, but we have to check out anything anybody reports here. Once we heard that they were taking you here, we got the police involved. And that was a good one, calling out the room number. We would never have found you up here without that."

"I kind of figured that. I get lost up here myself."

***

It was one in the morning when the police finished questioning Tom and Lauren. They took a rideshare back to the office and retrieved Tom's car. They were quiet on the drive back. Lauren dozed.

She woke with a start as Tom squeezed her shoulder. They were home, parked in the garage.

"We're home, love," he said.

"I can't believe I slept," she said. "What a night."

"No kidding. I'm beat. Come to bed with me?"

"Yes."

***

One Year Later

Tom and Lauren walked hand-in-hand from the beach to their rental cabin in Saint Lucia, both golden-toned from the sun they'd gotten over the past two weeks. Once they'd rinsed off the sand under the outdoor shower, they entered and undressed. Cuddling on the couch, Lauren reached over and stroked Tom's cock to stiffness.

Tom cleared his throat.

"Why, Ms. Allen, I do believe you are coming on to me," he said.

"Mr. Anderson, that is exactly, what I am doing," she said.

He grinned.

"Then you should know that I have absolutely no objection to that."

"Didn't think you would."

She took his cock head in her mouth, bobbing up and down as he moaned. After a while, he sat up, disturbing her rhythm. She looked at him quizzically, then he lifted her over his shoulder, carried her across the room, and dumped her on the bed giggling. He climbed up with her and slipped two fingers just inside her pussy, finding her wet as ever. Mounting her, he filled her slowly as she wrapped her legs around him and kissed him, enjoying the feel of his tongue on hers. Faster and faster they moved together until they cried out, his cock pumping load after load of cum inside her.

Lying together after, limbs entwined, they shared tender kisses.

"Can you believe it's been a year?" he asked.

"Since that crazy night at King & Stewart? No, it feels like forever ago."

"Yeah," he said. "And those bastards paid through the nose for all the shit they put people through."

"Don't forget the settlement we got. If we stay on top of our investments, that 50 million should mean neither of us has to work another day."

"I can't believe they got away with it for so long," he said. "Some of those videos were on fucking VHS, you know. Can you believe it?"

"Once a perv, always a perv."