A Social Experiment

I should have never gotten involved with Eliot Monk, one of the richest men in the world. He had a reputation for being shady -- even amoral -- but he was also charming, employed practiced liars, and could influence lots of people with his wealth, estimated to be more than $250 billion. I guess that we all learn lessons as we go through life, but I thought that by the time that I was twenty seven years old -- my age at the beginning of this tale -- that I knew better than to get hoodwinked.

My wife Sarah and I, Clark Masters met in college and got married when we graduated at age twenty three. Growing up I was shallow, privileged, too prone to violence, and obnoxious, traits that would not have been attractive to Sarah if she had known me then. Fortunately, despite my flaws at least I never was mean to women.

I had a life-changing event when I was twenty the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college -- before I met Sarah.

I was being my shallow, privileged, and obnoxious self at a club, with a good fake ID since I was too young to drink, when my violent tendencies came out. I got into it with a guy there when he thought that I was being too flirty with his wife -- I probably was. When he took exception even though we were about the same size I had aggressiveness and fighting skill well above his level and beat the shit out of him. Two bouncers approached me -- I punched one out but the other pulled a gun and held me for the cops. I was distressed when I saw how broken up the wife of the guy I had hurt was -- crying and holding his head.

The wife crying was even more traumatic for me than my arrest and being brought before a no-nonsense magistrate. After I spent two days in jail I was given the chance to avoid more time in stir if I plead guilty -- there was no doubt about my guilt, even caught on security cameras -- if I made restitution to both the club (for damaged furniture) and the victims (for medical expenses), and did 200 hours of community service before my sophomore year started. The attorney that my rich and embarrassed parents hired told me that was the best deal I would ever get, so I agreed.

I spent the 200 hours of community service (and at least 100 hours more that I didn't have to do but wanted to) that summer working with poor and abused single mothers and their kids at a shelter. That gave me an entirely new perspective on life and changed me from a shallow and privileged brat to an empathetic human being; someone who could be loved by a woman as classy and compassionate as Sarah.

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Even though I thought that I was not working up to my intelligence level in the entry level job that I had and Sarah and I were not as well-off as we wanted to be, things were reasonably good at both of our workplaces our first four years of marriage and we thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. Then Eliot Monk bought Mindbenders, Inc., the company that I worked for.

Monk made it be known that he intended to ultimately merge Mindbenders with a publicly traded pharmaceutical company (Brink Pharma AG) that he had a controlling interest in, but first he needed to make some changes in both companies.

The culture changed dramatically at Mindbenders and my chances for advancement also seemed to nosedive after the purchase by Monk's holding company. I was ready to quit and find another job -- although because the two bosses I had had that knew me best and would have written good recommendations had been summarily terminated I might not have gotten as good of a new job as I wanted -- when I attended a meeting where the new CEO of Mindbenders and fleetingly even the man himself -- Eliot Monk -- ran the meeting.

All approximately 450 of the remaining -- after dismissals -- employees (there had been about 525 before Monk's purchase) of Mindbenders were in attendance when Monk made a really weird proposal about sending employees to a private island that he owned for a month to six weeks to work on a special project. The approach was a carrot and a stick; the carrot was double the normal salary for that month and a guaranteed promotion upon return; the stick was re-evaluation of one's position in the company (most likely being fired) if you were selected to participate and declined.

I should have been suspicious of what was going on when after initial interviews the twelve "semi-finalists" for the special project all were either under thirty or looked it, and good-looking, especially the women. When the finalists were whittled down to three men and three women -- all married -- the six of us were brought together and "offered" a position in the special project and some details were explained to us.

With Sarah's help I had done a complete Internet investigation of the other eleven semi-finalists, some of whom I didn't really know at all, and some that I knew only by reputation. We gathered a lot of worthwhile information.

The vetting process also included answering extensive questionnaires, some with really weird questions (like what are your favorite snacks and ones that you avoid at all costs), and even lie detector tests.

I was the skeptic among the six finalists and since I was less sure about staying with Mindbenders than the other five asked the most questions. I found it odd that the Vice-President and HR person who were handling the final presentation were energized by my questions and skepticism rather than being perturbed, so I kept going.

Even though we were told that the special project related to determining all of the mechanisms to merge Mindbenders with Brink Pharma AG, ultimately I found that the explanations of exactly what was to be done during the project to be sketchy enough that I announced "Look Mr. Preston and Ms. Brice, I think that a month to six weeks away from my wife and the uncertainly about what the ultimate goals of the project are mean that we need to get paid five times our normal rate, not double."

"You'll have to sign a contract then," Ms. Brice replied but didn't shoot the idea down. The other finalists seemed pleased with me for more than doubling their money.

"I'll sign a contract if it is even half-way reasonable," I replied.

After some further discussion, contracts were handed out. I asked the other five finalists to stay around after Preston and Brice left the meeting.

"I think that we should all contribute and hire an attorney to look at the contracts," I told the other five. After some discussion one guy -- the asshole of the group (there had to be one, didn't there) made some snide comment and left. Three of the others politely declined, but one woman agreed with me. She had an attorney that she often used so we agreed that the next day -- she got ahold of her attorney on the phone before we left the meeting room -- we would go with our spouses together to see the attorney.

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The woman who agreed to split the cost of an attorney with me was Leonora Remington, but she preferred to go by "LR." She was the only one of the six finalists in management -- she was Vice President of Ethics and Corporate Responsibility, a position that I was sure that Monk would have eliminated as soon as he bought Mindbenders, but he didn't. I was shocked when Sarah and I did our research that she was thirty six years old because she looked twenty six, and was the only finalist over thirty.

LR was -- all at the same time -- the sultriest, classiest, and most proper woman I had ever seen live in my life. She is about five feet ten inches (178 cm) tall, maybe 130 pounds (60 kg), with a sleek figure and a beautiful face; she always dresses at the office in sharp colorful business suits which she rocks perfectly, and never has one of her lustrous shoulder length brunette hairs out of place. Her cobalt blue eyes are piercing and enchanting at the same time. What makes her so sultry, however, is that she exudes sexuality in the way she carries herself, her voice, and her mannerisms.

The meeting with me, Sarah, LR, and her husband Austen and the attorney was very worthwhile. After having some legalese explained to us LR and I understood all of the contract provisions perfectly. There were only two things that had to be changed -- and the only one worth mentioning is a provision that during the project we could be secretly given pharmaceuticals that were newly developed by Monk's company Brink Pharma AG. We both crossed out that provision and initialed it, and like with all of the rest of the contract signed the page that it was on.

When we got back to Mindbenders after visiting the attorney we pointed out the second of the changes we thought necessary to Preston, but didn't mention the pharmaceutical provision. He was OK with the change we pointed out and either didn't notice, or didn't care, about the pharmaceutical provision because he accepted our signed copies, made a copy of our contracts for us, and we were ready to start orientation.

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It's now time to describe the other four finalists.

Jerry Wilson is a good-looking nice friendly guy who was twenty eight (all ages are when the project started) and is an industrial engineer. He is about five feet nine inches (175 cm) tall and of slight build. He is completely non-confrontational (the opposite of me -- ha, ha). In my only interactions with him I really liked him and was impressed with his intelligence. His wife is a short thin mild woman, similar in personality to Jerry.

Paul Bunton is the biggest asshole at Mindbenders. He was the supervisor of the loading and receiving dock and apparently good at his job, although no one (including by gossip his wife) liked him. He is almost exactly my size (six foot three inches or 191 cm and 220 pounds or 100 kg). He was twenty nine years old. Paul and I once had a confrontation in a bar where a number of Mindbenders employees went for a drink after work when he was exceptionally rude to a group of women patrons. It was only because two female employees separated us that we didn't get into it. Paul was never asked to go out for drinks again, and all of the other employees there thanked me for putting him in his place.

Sophie Favors has -- according to my tastes (everyone's tastes are different) -- the most classic female form of anyone I have ever met. She was twenty eight, five foot eight inches (173 cm) tall and not afraid to tell people that she is 138 pounds (63 kg). Her face is pretty and friendly; her body is sleek with striking muscle definition in her sculptured arms and legs, and she most assuredly has C+ cup boobs (which I ultimately found out were round, C cup round boobs being considered by 40% of the adult population surveyed -- both men and women -- to be ideal). She is a friendly extrovert that everyone who knows her likes and seems to have a compatible husband.

Kiki Vosh was the last of the six finalists. Kiki is one of the six best looking -- in my opinion -- women at Mindbenders although it is probably more for her personality and an "it" factor than her impish face and thin body, probably five feet three inches (160 cm) tall and 105 pounds (48 kg). She was twenty five years old although she graduated from Cal Tech (one of the best science schools in the US) at the age of twenty so she had been working longer than I had. Kiki is the finalist who I knew best from working at Mindbenders. Kiki works in IT -- I tease her about being a black hat hacker and she never denies it but just snorts at me -- and is a whiz with computers. Ever since she helped me with a computer problem (which was almost as stupid as me not plugging in my desktop), where she laughed hysterically at me and I jokingly threatened to put her over my knee and spank her, we have gotten along famously. She is the only one of the finalists who before the project that I had had lunch with and saw her and her equally funny and smart husband regularly outside the office. Sarah thought that Kiki was a hoot the five or six times that they met.

After an indoctrination week where we got some idea about both the business and personal aspects of the project (Preston and Brice admitted that as part of the project Eliot Monk wanted to see how we interacted when on an island for four-six weeks with no contact with the outside world aside from one email a day to our spouses) we set out by private plane to Monk's private island in French Polynesia. Monk called it Zephyr Island after one of his children, but it was known by many other names before he purchased it for 350 million dollars in 2020. It is basically tropical being roughly 1000 miles (1600 kilometers) south of the equator (about the same distance as Hawaii is north of the equator) and has about eight square miles (21 sq. kilometers) of lush vegetation and two nice sandy beaches, one with a very functional dock. The island also has a promontory roughly in the middle on which a luxurious 5,000+ square foot (470 square meters) one story house is located. In the house we each had our own bedroom and en suite bath.

We flew into Tahiti and then took a large fast speedboat to Zephyr Island. The boat's crew of six helped us unload the equipment we needed for the project -- we were told that the house was already furnished with food and necessities. We each were only able to bring with us a laptop and a bag that had to be less than 44 pounds (20 kg).

Things good off to a really bad start when as we docked asshole Paul "playfully" pushed Jerry off the boat into the water. The problem was that Jerry's right patella landed on the only nearby underwater rock, rather than sand, and broke. The crew had to take him back to a hospital in Tahiti so he never actually even set foot on Zephyr Island. We wondered whether Mindbenders would send a replacement, but it never did.

The first three days were surprisingly uneventful. Paul was actually chagrined by what he had done so was not his normal asshole self. Everyone seemed to be getting into the project. However, mostly because Paul was not cooperative and because of that Sophie was reticent, we didn't establish any procedures about chores, etc. I took over cooking at dinner but made it clear that I would only be making two main dishes and two side dishes, which I announced at noon, so if anyone didn't want one of those they were on their own. No one complained.

The fourth day Paul reverted to his asshole self, making me wonder once again why he had been included in the project especially since he didn't have the technological, interpersonal, or academic skills that the rest of us had.

Paul got into an argument with LR when she asked him to do a chore that should have been one of the few right up his alley. The asshole actually pushed LR down onto a couch.

I went into an instant blind rage, harking back to the violent tendencies of my youth, and charged him. He saw me coming and got into a defensive posture. Unfortunately for him his defensive posture included putting his left knee well ahead of the rest of his body. I side kicked his knee with as much force as I have ever put into anything in my life.

Paul started collapsing with a shriek as his left knee buckled, exposing his face. I hit him square on his nose with my left elbow and he collapsed flat on his back, his head hitting the slate floor and bouncing off of it. As my rage dissipated I look over at LR, thinking that she might have thought that I overreacted. Instead she had a big smile on her face and said "That should solve our major problem and help us get this project done more quickly and successfully."

Although Kiki had not witnessed my aggression, she had overheard the argument between LR and Paul and when she entered the room she chuckled "Awesome, dude." Sophie -- even as nice as she is -- had to suppress a smile when she came to see what the commotion was and saw Paul unconscious on the floor.

LR has some medical training and good intuition. She inspected unconscious Paul. "He definitely has a concussion, and I think that his knee is broken -- his lower leg isn't supposed to be at an angle to his thigh. We need to call the boat and have him brought to a hospital."

The only problem was that as part of the project -- for reasons we were never told but just had to accept -- we could only contact the boat crew on Tahiti once per day at 3:00 p. m. and it was only 11:15 a. m. when Paul lay unconscious on the slate floor.

With LR's instruction Sophie and I stabilized Paul's leg the best that we could and I dragged him to a foam mattress that Kiki had put on the foyer floor and gently placed his head on a pillow. He came-to about an hour later and Sophie mopped his forehead, gave him three Tylenol (the only pain killer that we had), and otherwise tried to make him comfortable.

We called the boat crew exactly at three o'clock. They arrived at the dock shortly after four p. m. and four of the six crew members put Paul on a stretcher and carried him to the boat; like with Jerry we wondered if he would be replaced, but he never was.

After dinner that night I called a meeting to divide up chores and responsibilities, and develop a procedure for dealing with conflicts. Now that Paul was gone the four remaining project members were anxious to work things out.

We made a list of chores, agreed on one major chore for each person, drew lots for an order of selection for the other chores, and had all twenty eight responsibilities delegated (sever per person) in less than an hour.

For conflict resolution we agreed that for any item that someone called the question on we would vote. For 3-1 or 2-1-1 votes the majority would prevail. For 2-2 or 1-1-1-1 votes in changing order one person would decide; Leonora (LR) first, then Sophie, then Kiki, then me, then in reverse order, then repeating. Also, at night we would play at least one game -- decided in the same way as the conflict resolution only separately -- and then everyone could do what they wanted for the rest of the evening. We kept score of the games wins and losses with various small fun prizes or tasks for the winners and losers.

After we agreed to the chores and conflict provisions the day that Paul was carted away Kiki gave each of us a note to surreptitiously meet her in a small outbuilding containing equipment, moving out of the house individually every five minutes or so. When we all got there LR said "I bet I know that this is about -- but you have the floor Kiki."

"Bottom line is that Monk's people must be monitoring us with video and/or audio. How else would the boat be here 65 minutes after we called for them to pick up Paul when it's at least 130 minutes if not 150 for them to get here from Tahiti?" Kiki said then asked.

We discussed it for a few minutes and then agreed that she had to be right especially when she showed us a sly photo on her iPhone that she had taken of what sure looked like a miniature camera in her bedroom. "Sneak out of your rooms after 11 p. m. tomorrow night and I'll have a plan on what we can do about it," she grinned. "In the meantime do not say anything negative or controversial about the project, Mindbenders, or Monk." We all smiled in agreement.

Kiki's plan the next night was genius. It rained frequently and during the next storm she would make it appear that all electrical equipment went out. Then with flashlights we would locate all the cameras and bugs, disable all except two that we would know were there and which would have signs next to them reminding us that they were there, so that it would appear that the storm knocked out most of the video and audio devices. Using the known two remaining devices we could play up to whoever was monitoring us any information -- false or true -- that we wanted them to have.

As luck would have it a big storm came up the very next night. Within 90 minutes of when Kiki cut off the power the four of us -- working in two person teams -- had disabled all but one camera (in the kitchen) -- and all but one listening device (in Kiki's bedroom). When Kiki restored the power she complained to us -- in the kitchen so that we knew that we were being monitored -- about the electrical equipment we used that no longer worked, all of which equipment was unimportant for our project or comfort.

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Things moved along perfectly for two weeks; the only minor problem -- and it was minor -- was that I seemed to be a little uncomfortable around LR, and she me; I wasn't sure why. However, all four of us were getting lots done, had good email exchanges with our spouses, were having fun playing games, working out, and participating in activities, and in general were enjoying each other's company even though we missed our spouses.

Since we were running out of food the speed boat came with supplies, and removed our compacted garbage at about the two and a half week mark.

In the re-stocked provisions were specialty snacks for each of us; coincidently (or so we thought) each person loved the snack denoted for them, and disliked the snacks the others had. For example I loved walnuts, both regular and honey roasted, and I had pounds of them. LR, Kiki and Sophie all hated walnuts. The snacks were in pouches indicating which pouch should be consumed first given how fresh that they were, and we saw no reason not to go along with those indicators.

It was the third day after the food delivery and my consumption of walnuts as snacks every day that things started to go off the rails. I started to get more horny than I ever was before in my life, and all three women seemed to be wearing more provocative clothing, although that was probably just my imagination for LR and Sophie though not for Kiki. The night of the fourth day -- after all three women had asked me during the day what was wrong with me and why I was sweating -- before we sat down for our game after dinner I called them into the common room furthest from the kitchen and Kiki's bedroom, where the only remaining video and audio devices were.

As I was sweating I got honest quickly. "You know how much I like and respect each of you," I started out -- they all nodded their agreement -- "and how I love my wife and respect women in general, but something is happening to me. My penis is constantly hard and all I can think about it sex. Things will get disastrous unless one of you agrees to sleep with me. If you volunteer you can save your other two friends from being ravished by me; but if no one volunteers by tomorrow night I'll pick one of you and force myself on you. I hate myself for this with a passion but I'm not in control of my body."

The three of them -- LR and Sophie more than Kiki -- looked startled and afraid. They asked me questions and tried to sooth me, but obviously that wasn't working. To prove to them my condition at one point I stood up stood in profile to demonstrate that unprovoked my cock tented my exercise shorts -- the only lower body garment that I had on -- clearly demonstrating to them that I was out of control.

Whatever my condition was it apparently loosened my lips because in response to a comment from Kiki that the three of them weren't movie stars in looks I told them my real opinion of them. "Actually one real aspect of my problem is how fucking desirable the three of you are," I started out.

"Leonora you are the sultriest woman that I have ever seen in my life; without even trying you exude enough sexuality to make a eunuch come," I groaned.

Without more than shifting my eyes from LR to Sophie I continued "Sophie according to my tastes you have a perfect female form; any artist would love to replicate you on canvas or in bronze or marble. Earth could broadcast to the rest of the Universe that you have an example of a perfect human female's body."

Then I turned to Kiki: "Kiki you have the most effervescent personality of anyone I've ever come into contact with and you have the 'it' factor that would make any red-blooded hetero male salivate to make love to you. So you see, the three of you greatly enhance my problem; if you were all dogs instead of both inwardly and outwardly beautiful creatures maybe I could control myself -- but I can't."

My soliloquy took the starch out of them for a few seconds as they blushed, but then they started with more questions. I finally had answered all of their questions -- though they were still in shock and scared -- when I retired to my room, intent on showering and then beating my meat.

After my shower as I got under the covers there was a knock on my door. I said "come in." Kiki entered with trepidation. She deserved to have trepidation because she was the most provocatively dressed of the three.

"Clark, I know you best of the three of us, so I wanted to talk to you some more to figure out a way out of this. You know that none of us wants to cheat on our husbands or have you cheat on Sarah, and maybe with a more detailed examination we can ferret out the source of your problem," Kiki said.

My hand had already started stroking my dick when she came in and closed the door behind her. I lost all semblance of control. I jumped out of bed, grabbed Kiki, and literally ripped her clothes off.

Kiki was the most startled I had ever seen anyone, but she didn't scream; she did yell and tried to calm me down but without any success. Within seconds of her entry into my room she was lying on her stomach on my bed in what resembled the concubine position and I was licking and fingering her pussy as I pushed her torso into the mattress with one hand and kneaded her bubble butt with the other.

Kiki continued to protest, without screaming, until she had an orgasm from my tongue, lips, and fingers on and in her pussy and clit. By that point my cock was as hard, big, and turgid as it ever was in my life. Only by using all my powers of concentration was I able to gently bury my tool in her vagina without hurting her. She was really tight, not surprising given the large difference in our sizes, and I knew that if I was too forceful I would hurt her. Eventually I had slowly buried my entire phallus in her pussy and she was now making high pitched sounds that I took as pleasure sounds rather than sounds of pain or protest. I started slowly but vigorously jackhammering her.

It was probably only two dozen strokes before I groaned loudly as I discharged what was undoubtedly the largest load of my life into Kiki's tight pussy. She screamed in orgasm, and then passed out. I almost passed out too, but sluggishly withdrew and then snuggled my comatose ravished friend.

During that night few words were spoken between Kiki and me, mostly only during our two showers when we washed the sweat and bodily fluids off each other before starting another round. I can't really say that Kiki ever truly consented to what we were doing, but she didn't have the emotional or physical ability to resist and during the throes of passion she sometimes seemed to go wild and pulse her pc muscles as I pistoned in and out of her.

Although I was too bleary to keep accurate count, I estimate that I gave Kiki five or six oral and finger orgasms, sucked on her little but sensitive tits for at least an hour, and made four or five sperm deposits in her vagina; before that night I had never had more than two orgasms in any one night.

I woke up early the next morning. Despite almost no sleep I felt as good physically as I ever had in my life. Kiki lay next to me completely wasted with an inflamed crotch and red nipples. If her chest wasn't moving up and down and if she wasn't lightly snoring I might have been concerned that she was dead she was so wasted.

I got up and made breakfast; blueberry pancakes, sausage, orange juice, and coffee. After about ten minutes LR and Sophie cautiously entered the kitchen. "I'm -- at least temporarily -- over my condition," I smiled at them. "Kiki saw to that; so no reason to be scared."

"Where is Kiki?" LR asked.

"Still in bed; I'll be ready to serve in fifteen minutes -- we can eat outside on the patio," and thus away from the one working camera, "so why don't you two help her up and bring her out there."

The two of them left with cautious looks on their faces.

When I went out to the patio with all of the breakfast foods -- the coffee and orange juice was already on the table -- LR and Sophie were seated. Kiki walked in just as I put the plates of pancakes and sausage down. It looked like LR and Sophie had showered and dressed Kiki; she looked ravaged, but with it.

Kiki came up to me and slapped me hard on my left cheek with her right hand. "That's for forcing yourself on me you bastard." I tried not to react even though my cheek stung. Then she slapped me equally hard on my right cheek with her left hand and said "That's for ruining me for sex with anyone else, you asshole." Then she sat down and started pouring syrup on her pancakes.

Apparently sensing my chagrined manner LR and Sophie started asking me questions about what I had done to Kiki. I tried my best to avoid them, obviously turning red when I did so. Every so often Kiki would throw in a one-liner like "It seemed that he kept his cock, which was way too big for my little cunt, stretching it the entire night," before she took another bite of food. We eventually went on to other topics.

Even though it was one of Kiki's chores to bus the table and put the plates and glasses in the dishwasher I started doing it. Kiki stood up, grabbed my crotch through my pants and while staring me in the eye said "In view of the fact that you ravished me the entire night don't you think that you should do my chores today?"

I wasn't about to argue with her both because I was chagrined and because she had hold of my balls and I didn't want her to squeeze, so I simply mumbled "Sure."

"That's just the start," she snapped as she released my balls without crushing them and then exited the patio.

LR came up to me, poked her finger in my chest, and in a half-serious half-joking tone said "You better be real nice to Kiki or she'll have your balls," and then strode away.

The rest of the day I was as pleasant and humble as I could be in interacting with the three beauties. A couple of times -- without any words -- Kiki approached me, reached into my pants and stroked my cock -- resulting in an instantaneous salute -- and then walked away with a snide expression on her face.

That day and the next things had settled down a little -- and it seemed that my three co-workers were enjoying my angst and getting me to do anything that they wanted -- when two nights after I had ravished Kiki I started sweating and squirming again. As LR saw beads of sweat roll down my face at dinner she mumbled "Oh shit, not again."

Sophie's response to my reaction was a dumb smile. For some reason that night she was dressed much more provocatively than LR or Kiki were.

Kiki was very direct. Pointing her fork with part of a pork chop that I had prepared for her at the end of it she announced "Look, Clark, my pussy is still sore from you wearing it out the other night and my nipples are still red so don't even think about ravaging me again; I'll eventually cut your balls off if you do." I'm not sure that she was joking.

As we were eating it seemed like Sophie was showing off her perfect legs and chest, something that I had never seen her do before. I started clearing plates early and then tried to retreat to my room. Unfortunately for her if she didn't want to get fucked Sophie interrupted my movement toward my room. As she put a hand on my chest she pleaded more than said "We need to find out what's wrong, Clark. Why don't the four of us go outside and talk some more.

When she put her hand on my chest and stared at me with her chocolate brown intense eyes I lost it for the second time in three days. I threw her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry, transported her into my room as she pounded on my back saying "Release me Clark -- don't do this," and tried to put up resistance when I threw her onto my freshly made bed. I was way too strong and motivated so her resistance had almost no effect, and once I exposed her perfect body -- and saw that her tits were not only C+ but round, flawless, and gorgeous, it was all over but the shouting.

After bringing her to a first orgasm using my tongue, lips, and fingers I did something that I had only seen on a screen or in a magazine before -- I fucked a pair of tits. As earlier indicated Sophie had perfect tits and even though she was still ravaged from her orally-induced orgasm she instinctively pushed her mounds together as I lay my cock between her sweat-glistening orbs. It didn't take long for my one-eyed friend to spew a few ropes of jism onto her chest and chin. My orgasm was enhanced by the fact that she squirmed and squealed indicating that she had had some sort of an orgasm to, and because she grabbed my cock and sucked out the last two streams of cum.

After the titty fuck we were both coated with sweat and cum so I carried into my bathroom, warmed up the water, and got in the shower stall with her. Although obviously not well designed for it the shower stall was large enough to fuck in. I got behind her, massaged her butt and fingered her pussy, and then entered her. Once buried I grabbed her honkers for pleasure and functionality and then proceeded to give her the best pasting that I was capable of -- obviously successful since she almost collapsed when she climaxed.

By the next morning my night with Sophie had been almost identical to my night with Kiki except that two of my ejaculations were from titty fucks. One thing for certain, Sophie was as wasted as Kiki had been and when I awoke was almost comatose lying on my mattress.

When I served French toast and bacon on the patio the next morning Sophie was almost like a zombie -- although she had a wan smile on her face. Kiki made up for Sophie's lack of participation by firing one-liners at me while LR seesawed between laughing and making sure that Sophie was OK. By the end of the meal I had been told that I now would be doing both Kiki's and Sophie's chores for the rest of the project and giving them my conflict-resolution picks. I didn't contest it; I just nodded my head.

All three women also coerced me into giving them massages the rest of the days we were there; Kiki and Sophie were skirting danger by being almost nude the first few times that I massaged them (although I never took advantage of it) while LR was clothed and proper.

That night, strangely as I lay in bed --not amped up like two previous nights but in a fugue-like state thinking about how great my sexual experiences had been, without knocking Kiki entered my room naked. She crawled into bed with me and without saying a word shinned down and started sucking my cock. That night I made two extremely rewarding sperm deposits in her recovered tight pussy, one of which caused her to pass out, and ate her to another orgasm.

When we awoke with smiles on our faces and our noses almost touching I asked "What got into you?"

"I hate myself for doing it -- but the sex was so good the first night I had to see if it was real or I was just having an out-of-body experience," she replied and then lightly bit me on the nose.

"What did you find out?" I asked moving my eyebrows up and down.

"Your ego is already too big -- you don't need to know," she replied. Then she planted a kiss on my lips, gently squeezed my balls, got out of bed and wiggled her small but shapely ass as she exited my room.

The next week, still giving massages and doing Kiki and Sophie's chores, without much success I was trying to figure out what was going on, while being as friendly and helpful as I could be to all three women. Fortunately I was not hit with the sweating and horniness of two of the previous nights. However, I chastised myself for being excited but even more apprehensive than with Kiki and Sophie about the possibility that the same thing may happen with LR since she seemed to look even more sultry with each passing day.

It was about a week after my night with Sophie when during the day I started having the cold sweats and hard dick that had foretold my two previous loses of control. My situation was greatly exasperated by the fact that Leonora was wearing her hair loose, had no makeup on, was wearing Daisy Duke shorts that I didn't even know that she had, and a top that showed some cleavage. I was disturbed enough so that this time I actually had a talk with her before I went completely off the rails.

"Leonora," I said when Sophie and Kiki were in other parts of the house, and using her first name rather than the more informal "LR," I don't want a repeat of my nights with Kiki and Sophie; I really feel bad about those nights in more ways than I can count. Please dress in something much more conservative."

Her reaction was startling. She got right in my face -- and with her three inch heels on rather than the sneakers that we all usually wore -- wasn't too much shorter than I was and snarled "Don't worry, my night with you won't be the same as yours was with Kiki and Sophie. You just fucked them; we're going to make love." Then she squeezed my already three-quarters hard cock, and walked away, sashaying for the first time that I had ever seen her.

I almost came in my pants right then.

After serving dinner and clearing the table and loading the dishwasher I went into the game room hoping that I could control myself. Sophie and Kiki weren't there, only LR was. She grabbed my hand and as she led me toward her bedroom said "No games tonight -- except in my bed."

That night for the first time in my life my soul merged with that of another person. While I had many loving sessions with my wife Sarah the experience with Leonora was simply different. Our actions weren't hurried or desperate -- like mine had initially been with Kiki and Sophie. All at the same time they were slow, measured, and zealous. There was no doubt when I ejaculated into Leonora in the missionary position with our lips meeting as we shuddered through our climaxes that something magical had happened.

Different than with Kiki and Sophie when we woke up the next morning we weren't wasted. We were content. As we smiled at each other, however, LR hit me with a very disturbing comment. After she gave me three quick kisses on my nose she snickered "You're hopelessly in love with me; I don't know what we're going to do about that!" Then she exited the bed and enticed me to join her in the shower.

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After game time the next night the four of us talked openly about what had happened from the sex standpoint. The always perceptive Kiki -- readily agreed to by LR -- postulated that there was something put in our targeted snacks that caused our activities. After discussing the issue for more than an hour, each of us with our packets of snacks in hand, we all agreed that I had been given a really high dose of some new sex-inducing pharmaceutical specific to me, and that the three of them had been given lesser though significant doses on the nights that they had dressed provocatively and either unwittingly or knowingly had come into my orbit when I was in an agitated state.

We all stopped eating our snacks, threw out most but kept some from each of the packets to take back with us to be tested. Kiki and Sophie may not have been able to do anything about it but LR and I could since we had specifically crossed out and initialed the part about the pharmaceuticals in our contracts.

The rest of the project we went back to the chores and resolutions mechanisms that we agreed upon after Paul left, and our interactions with each other, with two differences. The first was that I gave each of the women a massage every day, although Kiki and Sophie were covered up as much as possible while still getting a good massage. The second was that Leonora and I slept together and made love at least once every night.

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After five weeks and two days we had completed the business aspects of the project, and even if we said so ourselves had done a great job in figuring out all of the details of how to successfully merge Mindbenders and Brink Pharma. We knew that Mindbenders would be disappointed with the personal aspects of the project since after the first few days we denied them significant video and audio evidence, but we could care less about that.

The four of us talked together, and then I talked individually with each woman, about how we would play it in the future. We vowed that we would never tell anyone about the sex and deny it vigorously, and that we would never have any type of sexual contact with each other in the future. All of us valued our marriages, loved our spouses, and were remorseful about what had happened -- even LR and me although we continued to have sex when there was no mystery drug causing us to cheat.

Since we had also been exercising daily and eating well when we got back we all were feeling really healthy. Even Eliot Monk was happy with the business aspects of the project -- and said nothing about the personal aspects. While we were gone Jerry had been promoted and Paul fired -- both of which caused us joy.

I was thrilled to see Sarah again -- she also had obviously been working out daily -- and we had loving sex every night the first three weeks back. We enjoyed our economic windfall of five times my normal salary for six weeks, and bought Sarah a new car with the money.

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Real life actions have consequences, however, therefore there was no Pollyanna ending; at least not for Leonora, her husband Austen, Sarah, and me. Even as I write this story ten years after the end of the project I have no reason to believe that either Kiki or Sophie have in any way been exposed, nor me with them, and there has been no sexual contact between us since then.

I was feeling some angst, and my emotions toward Sarah were somehow different although I couldn't explain why, when roughly seven weeks after the project ended Leonora called me using our in-house phone system and said "We need to talk; can you meet me at San Souse for a long lunch."

"Sure," I replied.

Since we had returned Leonora and I had had a number of pleasant interactions at work but no contact outside of work, and certainly no sex. I felt more excited than I should have when I met her at our local French restaurant, especially after she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

After some chit-chat we ordered and then Leonora got down to business. "I need to tell you two things, Clark; a fact and a desire."

"OK," I replied as we held hands under the table.

"The fact; I'm pregnant and I'm sure that you're the father. Of course I'll check it out with a DNA swab I get from you today, but there is no doubt in my mind."

I just about fell out of my chair; I continued to hold her hand under the table and gulped hard but didn't say anything.

"Now the desire; I'm in love with you so I want for us to be a family. I hate hurting Austen and Sarah -- they don't deserve it -- but the complication of the baby means that our relationships with them may already be destroyed because I sure as hell am not going to have an abortion. In any event, however, I want you," she said with a single tear coursing out of her left eye.

I'm not sure how I ultimately organized the myriad of thoughts that ran through my head. I do remember saying to myself that the reason for my changed relationship with Sarah was because of my relationship with Leonora; admitting to myself that I was in love with Leonora; and concluding that living with her as a family was the only right thing to do in view of the baby.

Whatever time it took for me to gain clarity we had not yet been served when I kissed her -- not just a simple peck, a real kiss -- and then replied "I love you too and as painful as it may be, you, me and the baby becoming a family is the only good option"

That night was the most painful of my life when I was honest with Sarah and told her what had happened between Leonora and me. Of course I initially blamed it on the illegal and inappropriate new pharmaceuticals but did not excuse our actions after the first night. By the end of the week Leonora and I were living together and our spouses had filed for divorce.

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Epilog:

Of course I was the father of little Brittany, who came out of the oven almost exactly nine months after her mother and I had made love for the first time when our souls merged. Experts that Austen and Sarah hired for their lawsuit against Mindbenders proved that the pharmaceuticals we had been illegally given were responsible for defeating Leonora's particular birth control and causing our initial night of love-making. No one excused our sexual relationship after that first night.

The sexual relationships between me and Kiki and Sophie never came to light and as I write this ten years after the fact they both seem to still be happily married, Kiki with one kid, Sophie with two (and thankfully none of them mine).

Leonora and I now have a boy Jackson in addition to Brittany, and two friendly but protective dogs. We both have good jobs that we like -- not at Mindbenders.

We signed over our rights to Sarah and Austen to pursue Mindbenders legally -- in addition to with their own rights since the Mindbenders project and the illegal new pharmaceuticals caused the demise of their marriages. Mindbenders and Monk personally settled after the suit had been going on for about eighteen months. While the details are confidential both Sarah and Austen -- we still have cordial relationships with them -- have hinted that the monetary settlements they received are in the order of $10,000,000 each so that neither of them needs to work again if they don't want to.

Mindbenders Inc. and Brink Pharmaceuticals AG merged about a year after the project ended and the project results turned out to be very helpful in forming the new company. Both Kiki and Sophie were promoted and are now in management in the new company. The new company never did market the drugs the four of us had been given; the results were too unpredictable and could -- as in our cases -- be disastrous.

Leonora and I merge our souls at least three times a week, and could not be more in love; c'est la vie!