The Cuckold Club Pt. 02

Part 2 of the Cuckold Club. If the name hasn't given it away, this is a Cuckold story, if you don't enjoy those, feel free to skip it. If you enjoy a little cuckolding, voyeurism and exhibitionism you'll probably enjoy this series. Those are the dominant themes. - Mona.

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I groaned as my bedroom came back into focus. No, no, no, no, no. I'd been having such a delicious dream, and now the disappointing reality of my present was starting to set it. I'd been naked astride a man that bore a striking resemblance to Lance Reynolds, my husband's boss.

I felt around in the bed and found my husband, it wasn't hard his snoring was likely what had woken me in the first place. I shook him a little, hoping to wake him up. Maybe if I could stir him into action, I could finish what I'd started in my dreams. He wasn't Lance, but let's be honest, few men are built like that.

Still, I was all excited and I needed a release. I shook him again, but still nothing.

Argghh. Come on Ralph, your wife needs it. Wake up.

My mental urging did nothing to rouse his comatose form and I sank back into the mattress. Thoroughly disappointed and feeling a little exasperated. It was three days since his boss had come to dinner, and in that time, he'd hardly said a word.

Given, that dinner had not gone how we anticipated. We'd been looking for a promotion and instead our lives had been turned inside out. Ralph shuffled to and from the office each day, coming and going with barely a word. My attempts to lure him into bed after the incident had fallen flat and while I knew why, it was growing increasingly frustrated.

Ralph had bought up the ERB, how was I to know I'd have such a good time? I'd figured Lance for the kindly fatherly CEO, not the alpha male who'd take control of my body while my husband watched helplessly from across the table.

His protests had been nominal as he watched his boss bring me to climax after climax.

Just thinking of it was getting me excited again. I looked at Ralph once more, and decided I'd had enough waiting. I ran my hand down over my stomach and into my silk panties. I could feel the moistness as I tan my fingers up and down my lips.

I gently parted the folds and explored myself. It had been a while since I'd had some self-love but I was just too worked up to get back to sleep. I teased a finger in and out as I thought of Lance. Hell, I'd need three fingers, or more to pretend it was him. I considered going looking for my glass friend but didn't want to wake Ralph by getting out of bed.

I stroked myself as I thought of Lance, and his strong arms as he flipped my legs over his shoulders. I could still remember the feel of that massive member as it forced its way into me.

It felt so damn good.

With two fingers I flicked back and forth across my clit, imagining the feel of lance's arms around my thighs as he pulled me into him. Impaling me on every stroke. Mmm. He was bigger than I had believed possible, and he knew how to use every inch.

I could feel my excitement building as I thought back to that evening on my dining table. Ralph watching from his place at the table as his boss claimed me. I remembered the look on his face as he gave up, and started stroking himself.

Was that why Ralph was acting so strange? I hadn't thought about it at the time, but he'd actually gotten off to his boss having his way with me. I couldn't blame him, it was hot as hell, I'd had three orgasms, but now that I thought of it. He'd clearly enjoyed himself enough to finish.

Had he really enjoyed being cuckolded by his boss? He certainly hadn't protested enough to put a stop to it.

To be honest, I don't know that I would have stopped, even if he had.

As my excitement built, I thought of Lance and what I would do if he was here. In my mind's eye Ralph lay watching us as I mounted his boss and gave him the ride of his life. I could just imagine what it would feel like to lower myself onto that huge shaft.

I'd never considered myself an exhibitionist, but I was finding the thought of my husband watching us to be incredibly arousing. With one hand I cupped my breast and squeezed my nipple, with the other I stroked feverishly at my clit, my eyes closing as my orgasm erupted through me.

I closed my eyes and turned muffling my moans into my pillow as the spasms of pleasure pulsed through my body.

Mmmm. The release felt so good. As the pleasure subsided I found myself wondering how the ERB worked. Maybe I could call Lance and see if my services were required.

What would Ralph think about that? Would it excite him? Or would it result in more sullenness? Would that stop me if it did?

So many questions filled my mind as I pulled the sheet up and sleep overtook me.

When I woke, the house was empty. It seems like Ralph was content to let things be as awkward as possible for the foreseeable future. I busied myself about the house, taking care of a few chores and cleaning. It was certainly a task that was made slower by my daydreaming as I went about them.

It was hard to wipe down the kitchen bench, without imagining Lance bending me over it. The lounge room was a veritable mountain of surfaces that he might make use of and don't even get me started on making the bed.

There was something deliciously taboo about the thought of my husband's boss taking me in our bed. My night of fitful play there came simmering back to the surface of my mind as I contemplated what he might do to me.

What was happening to me? I'd always liked sex, but something had awoken inside of me and now I felt like a sex-starved fiend. I'd never had three orgasms in one day before, let alone back-to-back. Lance certainly knew what he was doing, that thick weapon he was wielding didn't hurt either.

I threw the laundry I was carrying onto the bed. This just wouldn't do. I couldn't just walk around all day, daydreaming about Lance. I needed someone to sate my appetites, and I needed them now.

The doorbell brought my thoughts back to the present and I raced downstairs. Looking through the peephole I found a courier waiting on my front steps.

He was tall, dark and built like an NFL linebacker.

"Hi," I said as I opened the door. "Sorry to keep you, I was upstairs."

"Not a problem, ma'am. I have a package for you," he said, his voice a silky-smooth baritone.

I'll bet you do. I thought to myself and found myself almost licking my lips in anticipation. What the hell was wrong with me?

"I'll just need you to sign right here," the man continued, tapping a form on top of the box.

"No worries, let me get that," I answered, taking the pen and hastily scrawling my name. Part of me wanted to invite him in to set it down on the counter, but the rest of me was screaming that it was a terrible idea. My husband might not be able to do anything about Lance, but I dare say he'd have issues if I rode our postman. Even if he was looking mighty fine today.

I sucked in a deep breath to calm my racing heart.

"Is everything ok, ma'am," the man asked.

I looked him in his almond-colored eyes and smiled. "Sure is, just a touch hot out here."

He handed over the packaged and waved. "You have a good day then."

As he headed down to his van, I felt a pang of regret over not inviting him in, then shook it off. Maybe I needed a cold shower or something to cool down.

I carried the parcel into the kitchen bench and set it down. It was addressed to me, but I couldn't recall ordering anything recently. I took a knife from the block and proceeded to cut through the plain brown paper wrapping.

Inside it was a charcoal black box tied with gold ribbon. I set the knife down and began untying the ribbon. The box itself was large, about three feet long, by two feet wide, and perhaps eight inches deep.

I pulled off the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box. There was a layer of decorative paper on top of which sat a card with an inscription, and a brand-new phone. I set the phone aside and picked up the card. It read:

'Alexis, I so enjoyed our time together the other evening and look forward to seeing you again soon. These are for you. Keep the phone with you at all times, you never know when I will need you. My number is the only one in it, should you need anything at all. Simply let me know and it will be provided. As a member of the ERB you may be at my beck and call but you will want for nothing, least of all pleasure. I will call for you soon. When I do, come to my office, wearing nothing but the contents of this box. Lance.'

The last line sent a shiver down my spine.

I liked the sound of that, and that was what scared me.

I removed a layer of paper packaging and found a black cashmere coat. I didn't recognize the brand, but it felt heavenly against my skin. It had to have cost a small fortune. I lifted it out of the box and held it against me. The coat was stunning, but it would barely reach past my ass. I hoped there was a little more to Lance's outfit of choice. I imagined walking through Reynolds Capital in just the coat, it would be utterly scandalous.

Setting the coat on the table, I reached into the box and found a set of red stiletto heels, with diamante studded straps, they were sexy as hell. Lance certainly had excellent taste, if he kept this up, the ERB was going to do wonderful things for my wardrobe, not to mention my sex life.

The last part of Lance's care package was a set of scarlet red lingerie. The bra was an open-cup shelf bra that would do nothing to hide my modesty. If anything, it would only serve to raise and display my breasts more prominently. The matching panties had an open crotch, and while I hadn't worn a set like them before, I was intrigued at the possibilities.

Together the outfit was deliciously inviting. Clearly Lance was enjoying himself, but even more apparent was his intention of enjoying me. As I looked at the outfit, the phone began to ring.

I jumped at the unexpected sound until I recognized the opening lines of Beyonce's Naughty Girl.

The cheeky bastard.

I picked up the phone and answered it.

"Tall Spring's Bar and Grill. How should I direct your call?"

The rich sound of Lance's laughter filled the line. "I'd like to make a reservation."

"Oh?" I replied. "When were you looking to dine with us?"

"Today at 2:00pm," Lance replied.

"That's awfully presumptuous," I replied, but I think we can make it work. "Would you like me to send you a menu, or do you have something in mind?"

"Oh, I know what I'll be having," Lance chuckled. "See that you're here on time. I'd hate for you to miss out on your surprise."

With that Lance cut the call. Something I was grateful for as I had no idea how to respond. What was he talking about? What surprise? And what did you say to your husband's boss when he'd as much as told you he knew exactly what he wanted.

I looked at the scanty lingerie and the cashmere coat. It wasn't an outfit, it was the icing on the cake he planned to savor. I could feel the anticipation building as I remembered him taking me right here, on my dining table.

The thought sent a thrill threw me and I could feel myself getting wet. Lance was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. Even in front of his employee.

Guilt rolled over me as I realized that was the first thought I'd given my husband since the package arrived. I'd received Lance's instructions and was already picturing myself bent over his office desk, I hadn't given a thought to my husband or what he might say. Did it matter?

I'd joined the ERB, and perks aside, my body was craving the attention Lance had given me. I wanted more, and I couldn't wait. Fortunately, the call had come quickly. 2:00pm meant I could meet up with Lance and still make it home before Ralph.

It's not like I was hiding it from him, as much as I didn't want to ask his permission. I suppose I didn't want to have to ignore his protestations. I knew what I needed, and I was going to get it.

After three days of getting the cold shoulder from my husband I was going to take his boss for the ride of his life, and thanks to Lance's generosity, I was going to look incredible doing it.

I raced upstairs and jumped in the shower, I'd been cleaning all morning and wanted to be at my best for my afternoon appointment with my husband's boss. I showered swiftly, ignoring the temptation to fan the fire of desire surging in my sex. There would be time enough to indulge soon.

Finishing my shower I got ready as quickly as I could. Reynolds Capital was a good half an hour away. Lance really hadn't given me a lot of time. Perhaps that had been his intention.

I put on the lingerie and admired it in my full-length mirror, it was a good fit which shouldn't have surprised me but it did.

I added the heels which gave me another few inches and made my legs look dynamite. It's never fun to walk in heels, but I'll be damned if they didn't look good. I admired the open-cup bra and the way it showed off my already considerable breasts. It was a good thing I had the coat, to conceal them or I wouldn't make it to Lance's office before some hotheaded investment banker tried to have his way with me. In the mood I was in, I just might let him.

Oh dear, what had happened to me?

I put on the coat and fastened it at the waist. My earlier prediction proved accurate. It covered my ass, albeit barely and left a lot of leg on display. Oh dear. Could I really walk through my husband's work like this? Anyone who saw me would know something was going on. Sure they might think Ralph was getting lucky but what if they saw me go into Lance's office.

They would know. They would have to know. There was no mistaking what someone dressed like this was up to. They were going to get it, and they were going to get it hard.

Oh dear. Could I really go through with it?

I took a deep breath, pushed my fears from my mind and grabbed my car keys off the bench. Locking the house, I slid into my old sedan and headed for Reynolds Capital and my husband's boss.

Throughout the drive I found myself checking my speed repeatedly, it seemed whenever my mind drifted from the drive itself my foot seemed to step on the gas. Whether it was excitement at what waited for me there, or a fear that someone might see me dressed like this I wasn't quite sure, but I knew I couldn't afford to be pulled over by the police dressed like this.

Soon I could make out the impressive office tower occupied by Reynolds Cap. It towered over the others around it and was a fitting reminder of the influence the business had in the town. The influence Lance held over the town, hell, the influence he was starting to have over me.

Up ahead the traffic light turned red, and I brought my sedan to a halt. I looked down at my watch. 1:41pm. I knew that I should feel guilty, I was about to cheat on my husband, there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever. But instead of guilt I felt a giddy excitement, a thrill for what was waiting for me in that towering building of glass and steel.

Before I realized what I was doing my left hand had dropped off the steering wheel and was sliding along the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. It reached the edge of my panties and slid over the hem and lace until it found the open crotch and my extremely needy pussy. I slid my finger inside my hot sex and found it dripping.

I let out a faint moan as my finger searched my depths.

The sharp blast of a car horn caused me to jump in my seat. I looked up and saw that the light had turned green. I glanced to my right and realized the car beside me was at a standstill too. It's occupant a man in his late forties was staring at me.

I drew my fingers out of my drenched pussy and gripped the wheel.

Had he seen me? Could he see what I'd been up to?

I stepped on the gas and peeled away leaving the leering voyeur in shock. Fortunately, I got green lights the remainder of the way to Reynolds Capital. I pulled up at the security checkpoint and found a young man in his twenties manning the gate.

I slowed to a halt and realized I was going to have to talk to him. I tried to pull the coat down to cover myself, but it was impossible. I wound down the window and flashed him a smile.

"Welcome to Reynolds Cap, what can I do for you today?" The guard asked with a smile.

"I'm hear to see, Lance, uh, I mean Mr. Reynolds," I replied.

His eyes looked me up and down then seemed to zero in on my crotch.

Oh dear. I was really starting to regret not putting something else on, at least for the drive, but Lance's instructions had been clear, and I didn't want to screw this up.

I flashed him a smile, "He's expecting me at two."

The guard looked down at his clipboard. "Ah, you must be Alexis, not a problem, head on in. There's a space reserved next to the elevator. You'll find his office on the fifteenth floor."

I followed his directions and indeed there was a reserved space right next to the elevator. Excellent, less chance of being spotted if I didn't have to walk as far. I counted my blessings as I pulled into the space. I killed the engine, took a quick moment to check my makeup in the mirror and then climbed out of the car.

I straightened the cashmere coat and tried to pull it down a little further, hoping to cover the vast expanse of bare thigh that was visible, but it was impossible. Instead, I rushed to the elevators and pressed the button.

I paced nervously until a ding rang out and the doors parted. I slipped inside the elevator, pressed the button for the 15th floor and mashed the closed button repeatedly. The doors seemed to take an eternity but eventually they slid closed.

The lift climbed steadily and my eyes watched the readout the whole way.

Sixth... Seventh... Eighth.

On the Ninth floor there was another chime and the doors parted.

Please not Ralph. I pleaded in my head. The last thing I needed was my husband catching me in the elevator.

The doors parted and two men in suits stepped into the lift. Fortunately neither of them was my husband. Unfortunately the portly one on the left recognized me.

"Alexis, is that you?" He asked his jaw dropping as his eyes played down my legs. I couldn't blame him. In the heels they went on for days.

"Hi Frank," I replied, as the lift resumed its upward journey.

Frank Goldman was Trina's husband and based on everything Lance had said at dinner, was well acquainted with what was involved in the ERB.

"Here to see Ralph?" Frank asked.

I left the question unanswered but his colleague chimed in. "Lucky man."

"I'll say," Frank replied as his eyes moved to the panel where the button for the 15th floor was lit up. "Ohh."

As he opened his mouth to speak, I planted my finger over his lips. "If you value your job you won't say another word."

Frank's eyes went wide.

"To anyone," I added.

He nodded feverishly, as the elevator slid to a halt on the eleventh floor. They both got out and I rode the rest of the way to the fifteenth floor in peaceful silence. Frank had known exactly where I was headed it had been written all over his face, and I couldn't have him running to tell Ralph.

Frank wasn't scared of me, I knew that, but he certainly was scared of Lance. And if I was heading to the 15th floor he knew I had more than Lance's ear. Hopefully it would be enough to keep him quiet about what he'd seen.

The elevators opened into a large well-furnished atrium. The walls were all timber paneling with various artwork on display. I had no idea about art, but they certainly looked expensive. On the other side of the atrium was a mahogany desk with a young woman sitting at it. She couldn't be more than twenty-five and was dressed in a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse with a plunging neckline.

Looking at the stunning blond I figured that Lance chose his secretary for more than her typing skills. Working this closely with Lance I imagined she'd be quite good at taking dictation. In my mind's eye I could almost picture Lance, behind her, bending her over the desk, one hand bunching up her skirt, the other wrapped around her ponytail.

The thought made me a little jealous, if I were that close to Lance I wouldn't have to wait days at a time to get what I was craving.

I slowed my pace as I approached the desk. I hesitated as I looked down at the amount of skin I had on display. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

Lance's secretary looked up from her computer, her eyes meet mine and travelled all the way down to my ankles before rising.

"What do we have here?" she asked.

"Alexis, I have a 2:00pm appointment with Mr. Reynolds."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "I can tell."

"Pardon me?" I replied. "I'm not sure what you mean."

The woman stood and walked around the desk, stopping directly in front of me.

"You have an appointment alright. Newest member of the ERB you're about to get fucked senseless," the secretary replied with a wicked smile.

I recoiled as if I'd been stung, but it only encouraged her.

"Oh please, Alexis," she chided, her hand caressing my cheek. "I've been in the ERB since I took this job. You could say I'm a founding member."

I looked at her hand, on her finger was a wedding ring with a diamond that would have cost Ralph a year's salary. "You're in the ERB? But you're married aren't you?"

Lance's perky young secretary smiled, and it was full of mischief. "So are you, but it's not going to stop you walking through those doors, is it?"

I bit my lip. I knew what I wanted, and from the look in her eye, she knew it too.

Her hand traced its way down my neck and over my cashmere coat. "I knew it. Hell, I bet I could give your husband a call, get him up here and it wouldn't stop you. You'd let Lance bend you over this table right in front of him and damn the consequences."

"Yes," I whispered. "Just like I did at dinner."

She leaned closer, her lips inches from my ear. "I know. So would I. Who do you think put that rock on my finger? Lance did. My husband's is that tiny band beside it. Bears a striking resemblance to my marriage really."

"And your husband?" I asked, nervously.

"He does what he's told," she replied. "I knew Lance before I met my husband."

"And you married him anyway?" I asked, a little confused. "Why?"

She leaned close once more. "Because Lance wanted me too. He says he enjoys me even more today than the day he met me. I think he likes taking things that don't belong to him."

I couldn't argue with her. Lance had certainly seemed to enjoy taking what he wanted while Ralph watched. I'd enjoyed it too, I hadn't thought much of it at the time, but there had been a thrill to it, a thrill to being watched. The fact that it was my husband only made it more taboo, more forbidden, more enticing.

It dawned on me that Lance's secretary might be one of the few people who understood what I was feeling right now.

"When did you meet Lance?" I asked.

His secretary smiled. "When I interviewed for this position. I had just turned eighteen. The interview lasted three hours. He ruined me for other men, and I haven't left his side since."

I was speechless, I simply didn't know what to say.

"Oh, don't be shy now. He tells me everything. I even helped pick your present. Does it look as good as I imagined it?"

I laughed. "It looks pretty hot, but I had wondered how he got the size right."

"Show me," she said, taking half a step back.

"What?" I stammered.

A glimmer of mischief crossed her face. "I said show me. I'm not letting you through that door until I know you've followed his instructions to the letter. So, show me."

I reached down and slowly unfastened the belt holding my new coat closed. I opened it with both hands and held it open so she could see for herself.

Her eyes lingered slowly up my body, starting at my heels. I could almost feel her gaze as she lingered over the crotchless panties, staring at my exposed pussy. After a moment they continued upward, taking in the shelf bra and my completely exposed breasts.

"Oh, this won't do at all," she whispered.

"What's wrong?" I asked, glancing down at myself. I thought I looked fantastic. Lance had seen me in my skimpy cocktail dress and practically torn it off me. I couldn't see how he could resist the feast of flesh I had on display today.

"You're still soft," she whispered, conspiratorially. "We can't have that."

Before I could stop her, she bent down and wrapped her lips around my left nipple.

I gasped, but the sharp intake of breath did nothing to deter her.

I'd kissed a girl once at college but nothing like this. I was practically naked outside the office of my husband's boss while his secretary was tasting me. She sucked my nipple into her mouth, tracing it with her tongue before running it back and forth across my sensitive peaks. Her lips massaged my breast as her tongue and teeth tortured my body.

It was ecstasy, and I melted into her, letting her have her way with them.

Then without warning, she released my nipple and I let out a soft moan of disappointment. I looked down and could see my nipple, still glistening from her attention. It was taut and firm.

"Much better," she gloated, licking her lips.

I could barely speak so I did the next best thing I could. I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her back to my other breast.

"You're not finished," I whispered above her ear.

She giggled as she took my other nipple into her mouth and finished the job.

Thirty seconds later, she reluctantly released me.

I was hard, horny and short of breath. I pulled her to my lips and planted a long lingering kiss, savoring her. I could see why Lance liked her, she was one of the most outwardly sensual beings I had ever met. Part of me wanted to stay and see what else her lips could do.

As I withdrew from the kiss, she gave me a fiendish smile. "You better go, he'll be waiting."

"I don't even know your name," I whispered.

"It's Lauren," she replied. "Don't worry, I'll see that we get to play together soon. She reached down and squeezed my ass. "Now get in there."

I took a deep breath as I fastened my coat and strode over to his door, my legs still a little shaky from Lauren's attention. I reached for the door handle and Lauren called after me, "Have fun."

Oh, I plan to. I was so fired up, I needed it, and I needed it now.

I pushed open the door and stepped into Lance's office.

It was until I was inside that I realized his office must have occupied most of the fifteenth floor. Glass windows on either side of the office allowed for spectacular views of the town, and the lake itself.

Lance sat at a large mahogany desk, behind him two doors led off, perhaps to a bathroom.

Lance looked up from his desk, and set down his pen as a wide smile formed on his lips.

Without looking, I pushed the door shut behind me. I had eyes only for Lance.

He raised a finger and beckoned me forward.

I strode toward him, as confidently as I could manage given the heels and what Lauren had just done to me.

As I crossed the room, Lance turned in his chair.

I had no idea what to expect but I rounded the table and stood in front of him, giving him a tantalizing view of my legs, which were completely exposed to about an inch below my sex.

As he had at dinner, Lance reached out and caressed the smooth skin of my thigh, but soon rose steadily as his strong hand swept upward.

I closed my eyes as I felt his hand sweep the hem of my cashmere aside. His fingers teased and tickled at my crotchless panties, tracing the outlines of my exposed lips.

He really was very good at that. In my past experience, men that were adequately endowed seemed to spend less time on foreplay, feeling I suppose that their weapon could make up for their oversights. It was such a frustrating challenge to find a man who had what it took, but also knew how to use their hands and tongue.

Fortunately, Lance was a connoisseur. I placed my hands on his shoulders and surrendered myself to his whims. There were no games here. He'd called, I'd come. He knew he could have whatever he wanted, and I was wracked with nervous anticipation a to what that might be.

His finger slid inside me immediately. I let out a low groan as it sank up to the knuckle, before he began stroking it against my inner wall. My breath came in quick bursts as he steadily worked to bring me to my first climax.

My husband would have ripped off the coat and thrown me down on the bed, but Lance was in no hurry. He patiently teased and stroked my soaked pussy until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh yes," I cried out, "That's it."

Lance picked up the pace, and drove me mercilessly over the edge. I groaned as my body shuddered and shook through its first orgasm. I knew it wouldn't be the last.

I opened my eyes as lance withdrew his finger and slid it between his lips, savoring my taste. The sight of it sent a flood of filthy thoughts through me, and I wanted to do them all.

I was about so sink to my knees on the plush carpet, when the sound of a throat being cleared caused my heart to stop.

It came from behind me.

I panicked, and spun around, looking for the source of the noise.

I found it, sitting on a black leather sofa against the wall the door was set in. I'd totally missed him in my hurry to see Lance.

A strikingly handsome man sat there, his smooth ebony skin reminded me of chocolate. He had a strong jaw, and was built like an NFL player, all muscle and it showed, even through his suit. He had that look about him, that if he flexed wrong, he might just tear his suit coat in half.

And he'd just watched Lance make me come.

I could feel the red rising in my cheeks as I flushed with embarrassment.

What must he be thinking?

Lance spoke first which was fortunate, as I had no idea what to say.

"Apologies, Pearce, I couldn't help myself,"

"I can understand the problem," the man replied, leaning forward. "I'd have trouble resisting myself."

"Where are my manners," Lance replied pushing his chair our as he stood up. "Pearce this is Alexis, Alexis, Pearce."

I turned to face Lance's guest. "A pleasure to meet you Pearce, I apologize for the interruption. I didn't realize you were in a meeting."

Lance waved his hand, "Oh nonsense. I was just telling Lance about the ERB, he didn't believe me, so your arrival is actually quite timely."

Pearce looked up at me, "So it's true, he takes care of you, and you just let him have what he wants."

I smiled, "Well, he takes what he wants, really, but as you've seen. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement."

"That's what I tried to tell him," Lance replied setting his hands on my hips as he shuffled up behind me. I could feel his excitement pushing past the hem of my coat, as it brushed against my underwear.

"Pearce has come to discuss a potential partnership with Reynolds Capital, I've given him my best pitch but he just doesn't seem convinced."

"In fairness, all of this talk of your ERB distracted me," Lance replied. "I could hardly believe my ears. Perhaps if it proves true, I could see my way clear to signing the contract."

Lance wrapped his arms around me, but his hand kept moving. Sliding its way inside my cashmere coat and working its way up to my breasts.

Pearce licked his lips hungrily as Lance massaged my breast beneath my coat.

I knew I should say something, but what. I'd just orgasmed in front of him. I could hardly be concerned with propriety now. Besides, I could feel Lance's passion digging into my ass, I doubted he had any intention of stopping no matter who was present. He'd taken me in front of my husband, I imagined he'd have no compunctions about taking me in front of his handsome young business partner.

"You'll find I'm a useful friend, and a powerful ally, Pearce," Lance said, "I'll tell you what, you sign the contract now, and you can stay experience the ERB for yourself."

"Lance?" I whispered as his fingers tweaked my nipple. He was offering me to Pearse to sweeten the deal. I knew I should be offended, but it was difficult to cling to the moral high ground, while my husband's boss's cock was grinding into me. His hands were already all over me, and I was a thin strip of belt away from being naked in front of both of them.

"Yes my dear?" Lance asked, his finger tickling my nipple beneath my cloak.

I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn't find the words.

"If Pearce signs that contract, he's going to be an executive. We can't tease him with a show and send him away with blue balls, can we now? He'll need some relief. Would you be so kind?"

Lance pulled me tight against him and for a minute I thought he was going to tear my coat off me. Even as the thought crossed my mind, I hoped he would do it.

"Well, that depends, he'd have to sign the contract now, wouldn't he?" I replied.

"Of course," Lance replied, "And if he dawdles much longer he's going to be left watching. I don't mind an audience but trust me when I say you're missing out. Isn't he Alexis?"

"I've been waiting all week, I can't wait much longer," I groaned.

Pearce leapt off the lounge and strode over to the desk. He lifted a pen off the desk and signed the contract. He stood up to his full height. He was more than six feet tall, and all muscle. He couldn't have been much older than me, but as he looked into my eyes I could see the hunger there.

Pearse placed his hand under my chin, lifted it and pressed his lips firmly to mine.

That I had not expected.

It was passionate, intimate, and intoxicating.

My belt was gone before I realized what was happening. Standing behind me, Lance pulled my coat off my shoulders. Leaving me in nothing but the lingerie and my heels and pinned between two handsome alpha males.

And they took what they wanted.

There were hands everywhere. I could feel Lance grab both of my breasts as one of Pearce's hands slid down to my ass. Someone's hand found my pussy and started teasing my lips.

"I could get used to this," Pearse said before taking my nipple in his mouth.

"Please do," I groaned. I'd never dreamed of being with two men, but somehow here I was stuck between two men and telling them to take what they wanted.

I dropped to my knees and reached for Pearce's belt. I could see the tent in his pants, and I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see what he was working with. Pearse tore off his shirt revealing a set of abs that I could have used as a washboard. I ran my tongue over them as my hands finally got his belt off. I grabbed the front of his pants, undid the catch and unzipped his fly. As his pants hit the floor I grabbed his boxers and pulled them to his knees.

As I did, his cock sprang free, and almost slapped me in my cheek. My eyes bulged as I took in the giant ebony weapon hovering inches from my face. He was even bigger than Lance. I planted a kiss on the bulbous head as I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft.

I licked and teased his head, I wanted to taste it, but I had no idea how I could fit that much of anything in my mouth, but I was determined.

I stroked his shaft and wrapped my lips around him, taking as much as I could of him as I gave him everything I had, until I noticed something floating just at the edge of peripheral vision.

Pearce slid out of my lips with a satisfying popping sound. A strand of saliva trailing from my lips to the head of his impressive cock.

I smiled as I realized Lance was naked too, and clearly wanting some attention of his own. I took him in my other hand and wondered how I had ended up here, on my knees between two men that were hung like horses. I stroked them both and moved back and forth between them, giving the blowjob everything, I had.

"I must say Lance," Pearse began. "I'm starting to see the merit in your ERB. Though I can't see how you haven't been sued yet. As enthusiastic as Miss Alexis is, surely this can't last."

I wanted to say something, but I still had at least six inches of Lance's impressive weapon between my lips. He thrust forward with his hips, feeding me more. I stroked his shaft eagerly. I knew from experience that he had stamina but wondered I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth.

"Well, Pearse, you're operating on a number of incorrect assumptions. Let me enlighten you. First, participant in the ERB might be at my beck and call, but for the most part they aren't my employees, and they only do what they want to do. I won't abide harassment here. If Alexis wanted to leave, she could, but I doubt you'll do that, will you dear?"

I lifted my head off his cock but never stopped stroking it, "And let this go to waste? Never."

Lance smiled. "See? My friend. Second Alexis isn't single. I can forgive you for missing the ring, with everything else her hand has been doing for you."

Pearse looked down at me and his eyes bulged? "Married?"

"Indeed." Lance replied. "I can't stand dealing with jealous boyfriends. I've grown tired of putting them in their place. Most of the ERB are married or at least were before they joined the ERB. Often their husbands work for Reynolds Capital, but not always. Husbands of course are much more flexible. Happy wife, happy life."

"And that never causes you problems?" Pearse asked incredulously.

"Not often." Lance replied, clearly pleased with Pearse's incredulity. "Turns out that a husband can't sue you for bending his willing wife over your desk. Once they realize that you can satisfy their wife in ways they cannot, they give up. Besides I spoil them rotten, don't I, Lexi dear?"

"Oh yes," I groaned as I licked my lips. The me of a week ago would have been in shock at how slutty I was acting, but I couldn't help it. He'd awakened something in me, and I needed to feed the hunger. "I've waited all week for this."

Lance held out a hand and helped me to my feet.

"How did your husband react after I left?" Lance asked.

"He's been quiet. Barely said a word to me all week," I replied as Lance steered me over to the leather chair in front of his desk. He patted the chair and I knew what he wanted. I knelt on the chair and wiggled my ass at him.

"He's coming to terms with how things are, I've seen it before. The shock will wear off in a few days and you can decide how thoroughly you want to cuckold him. He'll be putty in your hands. Lance grabbed my hips and guided his cock between my legs. It found its way straight to the opening of my open crotch panties, the thick head brushed, once, twice, three times against my soaked lips and then plunged deep inside me.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I groaned, as I collapsed over the back of the chair. "That's it Lance, give it to me."

Pearse stood stroking his thick anaconda while my husband's boss gave it to me, and boy could he use that weapon.

"Alexis, be a dear and take care of Pearse please," Lance asked.

"Sure thing boss," I giggled licking my lips as Pearce stood in front of the chair and fed me his thick chocolate cock before he started thrusting away at my mouth.

I did my best to keep up, but I was bent over the chair and impaled on both their cocks as they had their way with me. Two men that were handsome and powerful in more ways than one.

Every deep stroke of Lance, sent a wave of pleasure coursing through me and forced more of Pearse into my mouth.

"Come to think of it. We should help him adjust to his new lifestyle." Lance said form behind me.

What did he mean? That had to be a reference to Ralph. What was he planning?

I couldn't see what Ralph was doing but I heard his phone as he lifted it off the receiver.

"Lauren, excellent news, Pearse has decided a partnership with Reynolds Cap will be fruitful, so we're going to need to introduce him to his new accounts manager. Be a dear, and send Ralph up would you."

My heart stopped for a moment. I'd hoped to sneak in for my afternoon liaison with his boss without him knowing. Lance had just summoned him to the office. I was naked but for my barely there lingerie and trapped between the two of them there was no escape. I knew if I asked, Lance would let me go, but this was what he wanted. Lance wanted Ralph to watch as he claimed me again.

It was just like dinner all over again. I could leave if I wanted to, but he'd be disappointed, and with the pleasure he was giving me, I didn't want to disappoint him now.

Besides there was something exciting about being caught. I was nervous, but also excited. The taboo thrill of my husband finding me here being used by not one but two hung men was more than I could take, I could feel my anticipation building.

I heard the door to the office open, but it didn't close.

Grabbing the back of the chair with both hands I lifted my head and turned to see Ralph standing there in the doorway staring in slack jawed amazement.

"What the hell is going on here?" Ralph shouted, his voice raised, his hands balling into fists.

I felt Lance's hands tighten on my waist as he pulled me back into him. Pushing off the chair I thrust my ass back into him as hard as I could, giving off a satisfying slap as his crotch slammed into my ass.

"Come on in Ralph, close the door," Lance called, his pace never easing for a moment. "Hurry up."

Ralph shoved the door shut, and it slammed shut.

"That's a good man. Ralph, I'd like you to meet Pearse. He's entering into a lucrative joint venture with Reynolds Cap. I'd like you to manage the account," Lance began.

Ralph ignored him, looking from Lance to Pearse who was standing naked in front of me, the new executive was slowly stroking his enormous cock.

"Lexi, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Lance called me in baby, I had to come," I replied, my sentence turning into a moan as Lance gave me another massive thrust.

"Oh you wanted to come," Lance teased, enjoying my choice of words, "tell him the truth, you were excited to get the call."

I nodded. "I was baby, it's been a long week. You've barely looked at me since Sunday, I needed this."

"I've barely looked at you because I don't know what to do about you acting the slut with my boss. He came in you on our dining room table," Ralph replied, red faced. He was mad, but he didn't dare stand up to Lance.

"You wanted the promotion," I groaned, "can't you see, this is how it works. I let your boss fuck me, and you get the best pick of clients. Isn't that right, Lance?"

"Certainly," Lance replied. "The bonus revenue from Pearse's account will be considerable, your signing bonus is going to be bigger than last month's paycheck."

"And all I need to do is let you have your way with Lexi?" Ralph asked, his shoulders slumping.

"Wait, wait, wait?" Pearse began trying to stifle a laugh, "This is your wife?"

"I sure am," I replied. "We've been married for five years."

"In that case, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ralph." Pearse said, holding out his hand.

Ralph looked at it, unsure what to do, reluctantly he held out his hand.

Pearse took it, pulled him forward and grabbed him in a headlock, trapping my husband's head against his massive chest, so that my husband was pinned looking down at his throbbing member.

"Ralph," he growled, "let's be clear. You don't let us do anything. Your wife has been sucking my cock for the last fifteen minutes. The second your boss is finished, I plan to have her all over the office. Now sit down and watch like a good little boy, before I decide I need a new account manager, one that is better at following directions."

"Lexi?" Ralph pleaded. His voice little more than a whisper that was drowned out by the sound of his boss taking me from behind.

"Listen to them baby," I replied. "I want this. I need this."

I reached for Pearse and took his big cock in my hand before licking the angry purple head. He was easily twice as big as my husband, and far girthier.

"They're just so big, baby," I cooed as I worshipped Pearse.

My husband looked on impotently as I sucked the head of his newest client.

"So just sit and watch, baby. Their going to have their way with me, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."

"You heard your wife," Lance added. "This is what she wants. You need to respect that."

"Respect?" He protested. "Your balls deep in my wife."

Lance's grin spread from ear to ear. "I know, she's really proving an asset to the company. A real rising star in the ERB."

I glowed at the praise, as his pace intensified. I tried to speak but my husband's boss was having his way with me, and I was loving every minute of it.

"Come to think of it, Pearse," Lance gasped between thrusts. "Hold him there a minute. I want him to see the look on his wife's face as she has a real orgasm."

Lance was getting close, I could feel it as his thrusts grew irregular and almost frantic, but the cheeky bastard was right, I was much closer. With Pearse's chiseled chest in front of me, and Lance deep inside me, I was close.

I reached down with one hand and started stroking at my clit, hard and fast in a frantic motion I knew would send me over the edge.

"Oh yes," I groaned letting Pearse fall out of my mouth. "Harder, Lance, give it to me harder."

His hands tightened around my waist as he gave me everything he had, each thrust sending me to new heights of ecstasy. My husband groaned as his boss pounded me into the chair, and my climax surged through me like a typhoon.

"Fuc....." I groaned as I climaxed.

"That's a good wife," Lance growled as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. I loved it when he manhandled me. Ralph was never like this in bed, it was a totally new experience for me. He knew what he wanted, and he took it.

"My turn," Lance announced. "Where do you want it dear?"

"Inside me," I whispered. I knew I shouldn't but the feel of him filling me sent a taboo tingle of pleasure through me that I couldn't deny.

"He's not wearing protection," Ralph protested.

"I know," I moaned, "he's the boss. He doesn't have to."

Ralph looked down at the floor as Lance pulled me back into him, burying himself deep inside me as he exploded.

Wave after wave of his creamy load was deposited deep within me as his strokes eased. With each lengthy stroke he seemed to pump more of himself inside me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it as he filled me to the brim.

"That's it Lexi," Lance said. "Take it all. That's a good wife."

His words sent another shudder of pleasure through me. He was my husband's boss and I'd just drained him inside me.

Lance withdrew, and I turned so that I could sit in the leather chair and catch my breath, but as I sat there he bent down, and lifted my chin. Before I knew what he was up to he'd bent down and locked his lips over mine in a passionate embrace.

It took me of guard, as he slid his tongue inside my mouth but like everything else Lance did, it felt good. As he released me, I took a sharp breath. My heart was racing inside me. It might sound strange after he'd just had his way with me, but there was something infinitely more intimate about how he had kissed me.

Ralph wasn't going to like that at all, I was kind of glad he couldn't see me, or the pool of his boss's cum that was leaking out of me. Lance's eyes followed mine and he gave a smile of immense satisfaction.

"I must say Ralph, I've grown very fond of your wife," Lance mused aloud.

"I can see that," was all Ralph managed.

"You can pretend your sour about it Ralph," Lance replied, "But we can see that tent your pitching from here. Whatever you might say, clearly your turned on by the sight of your wife with another man."

I turned around to check the truth of what his boss was saying, and sure enough Ralph was sitting there on the sofa, his hands trying to conceal his obvious erection. I couldn't believe my eyes. I expected a lot of things from him, anger perhaps or jealousy, but his arousal surprised me. It's not like he was going to participate, even in our home Lance had only allowed him to jerk off after he'd finished. With the pair of massive weapons on display here, there wasn't a chance in hell Ralph was going to get to use his little pecker.

"Is it true baby?" I asked. "Does watching your boss stick that big cock in me, excite you?"

Ralph looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to say anything.

"Most smaller men like to watch," Pearse added. "I don't know why, I guess they like seeing a woman get what they can't give them."

"Don't be shy, Ralph." I called over my shoulder. "I'm having a good time. You don't need to be embarrassed about enjoying the show."

"If he enjoyed that, he's going to enjoy what's coming next," Pearse chuckled as he stepped in front of me, one hand stroking his huge shaft. It seemed even bigger than before. "Your wife's been sucking me like a hoover, Ralph, I'm not going to be able to drive home until she takes care of this. So, settle in we could be a while."

"Did you hear that?" I called, teasing him. "I think he wants to fuck me baby. He's so big, oh dear, I don't know if I can take it all."

"The fun is in the trying," Pearse replied with a wicked smile.

I gave an innocent little nod. "I do love trying new things."

"Good, let's show your husband what you really need," Pearse said as he grabbed the chair and turned it around, with me still on it. All of a sudden, he could see everything, including the mess his boss had made. His eyes lingered over the open crotch of my panties, but I was past being shy, or hesitant, I wanted to embrace this new lifestyle and everything it brought with it.

I lowered my finger to my soaked pussy, traced it over my lips being sure to gather up some of Lance's seed and lifted it to my lips. I sucked my finger into my mouth and licked it clean.

"She's insatiable," Lance laughed as he sat on the edge of the desk.

Pearse stood in front of me, his impressive member pointing straight at my stomach. He was like a kid in a candy store, he didn't know what he wanted to do with me. So, I sank to my knees in front of him, and began stroking his thick cock to help him make up his mind.

He took a step closer, and it was level with my chin. I knew what he wanted, and I gave it to him. I licked the thick head like a lollipop, swirling my tongue around it before taking it between my lips.

"Damn, Ralph, I think your wife likes the taste of chocolate," Pearse teased as he thrust gently into my mouth. His rock hard abs were right in front of my face and the sight of his chiseled body was only serving to heighten my arousal.

I lifted my head off him and looked up at Pearse. "Chocolate has always intrigued me, I just never had the chance to try it."

"We'll fix that today, won't we?" He asked, a huge grin on his face.

I stroked his shaft with one hand, while the other found its way down to my crotch. "Yes please."

"Say it again," Pearse demanded, "and look at you husband while you beg for it."

I looked at my husband, he was sitting back on the sofa, slowly stroking himself through his slacks. I'd expected the sight of seeing me on my knees sucking a stranger's cock to have him wild with rage.

Instead, he'd submitted, just like Lance said he would. Well, if he was going to enjoy himself, I saw no reason why I shouldn't make the most of it.

"Please Pearse," I begged, "Fuck me with that big cock. Make my husband watch as you bury it deep inside me. I need it Pearse."

Pearse smile only grew wider. "What's your husband's favorite position?"

I looked up at him and batted my eyelids. "He likes me to ride him, so that he can play with my tits while he fucks me."

I never spoke like this, but it just felt right. Pearse wasn't going to make love to me, oh no. I could see the massive cock bobbing in front of my nose. I could see the hunger in his eyes. He was going to take me and fuck my brains out while my husband, and his boss watched.

I had the feeling I was going to love every minute of it.

"I'm sure he does," Pearse replied. "I imagine he has the time of his life."

"He sure does," I replied. "But I'm a bit much for him, he always loses it within a few minutes."

"Lexi!" Ralph protested.

"What? It's the truth," I replied. "There's no point lying to him, is there."

"Oh Ralph," Pearse replied, as he lay on his back on the carpet. "No wonder your wife is so hungry for it, you've starved her. Don't' worry, now that I'm here, she'll have all the cock she can handle."

I straddled him and made my way up his body until his cock was resting against the front of my panties. I stroked him with one hand as I rubbed myself against it. "He's so big baby, so damn big."

"And you're going to take it all, aren't you?" Pearse asked.

I bit my lip, and nodded slowly.

What had happened to me? Days ago the thought of cheating on my husband would have mortified me. Now I was doing whatever his well-endowed boss asked, including taking this stranger while my husband jerked himself in the corner.

What's more, I was excited about it. It was the biggest dick I'd ever seen, I couldn't wait to see what it felt like. I raised myself up over it and pressed it toward my soaked lips. Lowering myself onto the thick head I let out a little gasp as the thick brown head worked its way inside me.

"Oh yes," Pearse groaned, "that's it, take it all."

He took me by the waist and pulled me deeper, impaling me on his hard cock.

My groans filled the office as Pearse thrust more and more of himself into me.

"Sounds like your wife is enjoying that, Ralph" Lance observed from his seat on the edge of the desk.

"So good," I nodded barely able to get the words out as Pearse took me to the hilt. "Fuck!" I cried, lifting myself up before sinking back down onto his shaft. The motion sent a wave of pleasure through me. I always enjoyed being on top, but Pearse was reaching places that had never been reached before.

I placed my hands on his muscled chest and settled into a steady rhythm riding him, rolling my hips to make the most of his shaft as I rode it. Each rise and fall sent a thick slapping sound through the office as Pearse it to me.

"Tell you what Ralph," Pearse called. "Let's make a wager."

"No," I groaned as I rode him. "You can't bet on me."

Pearse laughed. "We're not betting on you; we're betting on Ralph. If you're hubby can outlast me, I'll pull out and finish on Lexi's pretty tits. If he loses it and comes first, I finish inside you,"

"Sounds good to me," I groaned. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

"And I get to borrow your wife for the weekend, take her to the baseball. Introduce her to some friends of mine. I think she'll have a great time. What do you think?"

Friends of his? What was he saying? Did Pearse want me to fuck his friends? I couldn't do that could I?

"What if I don't take the bet?" Ralph replied, and my heart sank. Why did he have to be such a coward?

"Then I finish inside your hot little wife, right here, right now and we're welcoming Pearse jnr. into the world nine months from now."

"Hell, no," Ralph replied. "You're on."

The thought of being with Pearse for a weekend was tempting, but things were spiraling out of control quickly. I needed some time to think things through. Some time when my thoughts weren't compromised by an enormous cock buried inside of me.

I grabbed Pearse's hands and placed them over my tits, knowing the effect it would have on him.

"That's it baby," I cooed, "play with my tits while you fuck me."

There with things most men couldn't resist, and that was the feel of my breasts while they were buried deep inside me. Ralph could barely last moments in this position. I hoped Pearse would suffer a similar fate.

"Don't mind if I do," Pearse replied, taking one in each hand and using them as he thrust up into me. It wasn't long till his fingers closed around my nipples and started tweaking and tugging at them.

I groaned as his hands sent waves of pleasure through me. I began to panic thinking I might have underestimated my foe.

"Don't look now, Ralph," Pearse teased. "I think your wife is going to cum on this big black cock."

"Baby?" Ralph called.

I couldn't speak, the feel of him pounding into me was just too much. I could feel my next orgasm building rapidly and I didn't want Ralph to see my climax again. He never lasted long enough to make me climax while he was inside me. To watch these other men push me over the edge had to be hurting his ego.

"I think he's talking to you Lexi," Pearse teased as he grabbed my hips and bucked up into me. The force of the stroke made me gasp, the second pushed me over the edge and I collapsed onto Pearse's chest as I came.

The executive wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight, his cock never stopped. He took me again and again, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being as orgasm rolled into orgasm.

With his arms around me I was trapped, pinned against his chest, watching my husband stroke his cock while another man gave me the fucking of my life. I half expected Pearse to explode inside me, but he didn't. He just kept his steady rhythmic pounding as I groaned and gasped atop him.

After what had felt like an eternity, I felt another hand tapping me on the shoulder.

I lifted myself off Pearse's chest and found Lance's rock-hard cock waiting for me.

"Sorry dear, but all the excitement has me hard again. I'm going to need you to take care of this," he said with a grin.

I opened my mouth and he slid it right inside, one hand stroking his shaft while he fed it to me. Part of me felt like a total slut. There rest of me was secretly pleased that I could please both of these well-endowed hunks at the same time. I wanted to show that I was enough woman for the both of them. I rode Pearse while I worked Lance feverishly with my hand and fist.

"Look at your wife go," Lance teased. "That's a talent she clearly didn't get from working you, Ralph. No wonder you can't last. She's used to working with far bigger men."

It was true in my college days I'd dated a few big boys. The sex had been great, but they'd been pretty mediocre boyfriends so none of them had lasted. That said, none of them would have compared favorably to either of the two men who had me impaled on their cock at present.

"Oh yes," Pearse groaned, "So damn tight. Why is it always the married ones that turn into tigers once they're naked?"

"Pent up frustration," Lance replied. "Unsatisfied desires that need to be taken care of. They know what they're missing. Lexi's so worked up I gave her an orgasm with just my fingers while Ralph watched from the other side of the table."

The memory sent another jolt of pleasure through me, and I wasn't the only one. Lance grabbed my head as his cock exploded inside my mouth, sending a pulse of sperm straight across my tongue. I swallowed it in a single gulp and kept milking him as he drained himself into my mouth.

"Ahhhh," Lance said with a hint of satisfaction. "Swallowed every drop. That's a talent."

"Oh shit," Ralph gasped.

I whipped my head around to see Ralph vigorously stroking his cock as it exploded all over his lap. It seems that watching two men use me for their pleasure was far too much for him.

"Honey?" I asked as he spent his strength.

"Sorry baby," he whispered leaning back in the sofa.

"That's a good boy," Pearse said as he sat up. "To the winner goes the spoils."

In spite of the fact that I was in his lap, Pearse managed to stand up. I wrapped my leg around his waist, but never at any point did he stop giving it to me.

He was buck naked, wearing nothing but me as his hands grabbed my ass. He crossed the room to stand in front of my husband as he stood there pulling me into him. I could do nothing but hang on for dear life as he gave it to me. I thought of the view Ralph had, two dark hands wrapped around my ass as this ebony Adonis turned me into his little fucktoy.

I came again, I couldn't help it. The combination of him inside me, his strong hands on my ass and manhandling of my body sent me over the edge. As I came down from my climax Pearse lowered me onto the sofa. He moved me around so that my pussy was at the edge of the sofa, but I was laying with my head on Ralph chest.

Pearse knelt down in front of the sofa and positioned his cock at my soaked pussy.

I was panting for breath as he teased my lips with his huge weapon, and Ralph had a front row seat to the whole thing.

"We had a deal didn't we Ralph?" Pearse asked.

"Yes," my husband replied, his words quiet.

"Good," Pearse replied, as he lifted my leg just above my high heel. He spread me wide open and handed my ankle to Ralph. "I'm going to need you to hold this for me."

"You want me to hold her open while you fuck her pussy?" Ralph asked.

Just the words sent a chill down my spine.

"Yes," Pearse replied. "But it's not her pussy anymore is it?"

"No," Ralph admitted, thoroughly defeated by this impressive hunk of a man.

"Whose pussy is it?" Pearse asked.

"Yours," Ralph answered.

"That's right!" Pearse bellowed as he drove himself deep inside me. His strong hands found my breasts and he held me against my husband as he gave me everything he had. All I could do was moan as Pearse had his way with me. One climax rolled into the next and I was powerless to hide the pleasure from Ralph as he felt every one of them.

Pearse bucked and I felt him thrust inside me to the hilt before his cock exploded, and just like that my husband was watching me get filled for the second time in an hour.

True to his word, Pearse filled me to the absolute brim before pulling out, and still there was enough to spray a rope across my tits as he stood up. I sat up and stroked the last of him onto my chest, before licking his head clean.

As I stared at his huge cock, I couldn't help myself, I planted a kiss on its head.

Pearse turned to Lance and grinned. "You're right, I think this partnership is going to be hugely beneficial."

Lance laughed, "I knew you'd see things my way."

Pearse dressed himself while the three of us sat in silence. When he pulled his coat on he turned to me. "As for the weekend, I'll send you the details shortly."

The weekend? I'd almost forgotten the rest of the bet's terms. It was both exciting and terrifying.

"Yes," was all I could manage.

"Yes what?" Pearse asked as he lifted my chin with one finger.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

"I will be," he said with a smile that sent an electric jolt through me. "See you soon, Ralph, I'll be in touch to discuss the account."

And with that Pearse strolled out of the office. Ralph started fixing himself up and I stood up and went to get my coat. As I did Lance put his hand on mine. "Where are you going dear?"

"Oh," I said, turning to face him, "wherever you need me, boss."

He gave me a firm spanking. "That's my girl. Head out back, you'll find a shower there. I'll be in soon. Ralph, you've done well, you can have an early mark. Head on home and get yourself cleaned up."

"But," he stammered.

"Don't worry," Lance replied. "I'll send her home when we're done."

Oh dear, I thought to myself. If this was life in the ERB I was going to overdose on orgasms. Lance wrapped his arm around me and steered me to the door at the back of his office.

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