My Love

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My Love

James Sampleton

My love is a very special lady. I met Karen when I was a sophomore in college. Even then she was very popular. It was hard to have dates with any continuity until I started making multiple dates. This tactic had the additional benefit of making her less available to her other suitors and by my junior year, her sophomore year, we were a couple.

She was the most attractive woman I had ever thought about going out with. The only criticism that could be made was that at five-foot-six, she was a little short to be a model. Her 36C-23-35 was at least in my mind perfection. Added to that was a dynamite personality. She was always upbeat, and we seemed to share a sense of humor.

My senior year was even better as she moved into my apartment. Her parents became more positive about me when we married just after my graduation. We went on pretty much the same as before even after her graduation. I was in my second year of graduate school, while she took an entry-level sales representative position for the international manufacturing equipment supplier, Fitch-Williams-Sanders, Inc., or FWS. Three years later, Ph. D. in hand I got a tenure-track position at a research institution in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex, a few hours away and Karen got a job as the Personal Assistant to the Chief Executive Officer of FWS.

She explained to me that I would have to take the primary burden of childcare if we had children as her schedule was subject to her CEO's schedule. About six months into our new life, she had to attend a weekend conference for executives in her firm. Friday night we called at the agreed-upon ten PM, and she seemed very happy with the venue, accommodations, and attendees.

Saturday night went differently. She didn't answer her cell phone when I called at ten, eleven, and twelve, nor did she respond to any of my texts. The next morning I saw that she had sent a text at 2:30 AM saying we will need to talk upon her return Sunday evening.

She didn't reach home until seven-thirty; I had expected her in late afternoon. I asked if she was hungry; she told me she had already eaten. We sat at the dining table with her wine and my beer.

She said, "You are one of the smartest people I know. I'm sure you have figured out that something happened at the conference. To put it bluntly I screwed my boss several times over the weekend. Honey, there are three things that are important to me beyond anything else, my career, my love for you, and my family - I want you to be the father of my children. For two of the three, I am totally dependent on you. That trumps my career, if that is a necessity for us to stay together. I hope you still love me after knowing what I did this weekend. If I have to give up my career then that's what I will do.

I explained, "I'm trying to understand. Correct me if I'm wrong. You want to stay married to me, but you also say that screwing your boss is part of your plan for career success. Although that wasn't contemplated in our marriage, you expect me to suck it up and tolerate your fucking around on a continuing basis."

She replied, "Jimmy, my love for you is complete. I hope the last thing I see on this earth is your face. I am very glad you aren't yelling at me for what I did this weekend. What you just said is asking a lot but it is what I want. If you won't agree, I'll have to cut back on my plans, but preserving your love is worth it. Jimmy, if you want me to be a stay-at-home mother, I will do that but I want to have a meaningful career. I'm willing to take maternity leaves so we can have a family. Do you want to think about my unreasonable proposal before you reject it?"

I told her, "I think we can make it work. As far as I know, the only thing you have violated is fidelity, and I understand why. I think I can sustain a relationship with you as long as we have mutual love, trust, and respect. This is still a yellow light phase in our marriage and I can't tell you when we will go to the next phase, or if it will be a red or green light. Does that make sense?"

She responded, "It makes perfect sense, darling. I enjoyed fucking Jack, but I love you, and I want you to love me tonight like only you can. I know this isn't the best for you, but you have made me very happy. I still think you're the best husband a woman could ever want!"

She added, "Jimmy, there is one more thing. Jack wants me to work overtime tomorrow night. That means I probably won't be home until seven or eight. It also means that he will likely ream me out pretty good."

I said, "I'm not particularly happy about that, but I'll be here when you come home. I think I'm in for the long haul.

She kissed me and I kissed her back with enthusiasm. I never expected this change in our relationship, and I still wasn't feeling completely comfortable with it. I already knew we would have to talk some more the next night. I was aware of two dynamics in our marriage. I loved her very much, and I still wasn't completely comfortable with her using her pussy as a tool in her climb toward success, whatever that meant.

Monday night she came home late but very excited. She had been promoted to Executive Assistant to the Chair and CEO and given a twenty per cent raise. I was more than happy to celebrate and took her out to her favorite restaurant. When I asked if she'd like to go a club, she said that she'd prefer the rest of the celebration to be in our marital bed. She had been enthusiastic when we made love Sunday night but our loving on this night far surpassed the previous night.

She did tell me one bit of bad news. Not only would she be working late Wednesday and Friday nights, but she expected the Monday-Wednesday-Friday pattern of overtime to be the norm except when she was traveling with Jack.

Tuesday night I told her I wanted to talk. I asked, "Do you want to share your weekend experience?"

She said, "What do you mean?"

I replied, "Do you want to tell me about fucking your boss? Especially the first time. I'm just asking if you want to."

She responded, "I'm not sure. Of course, I'll be a little embarrassed. But maybe it is something I should share. I don't think I should share every experience with you, but this one might be one that I should share."

I said, "At this point, I'm not trying to coerce you. If you want to, I'll listen. If not, it's not a big deal."

She answered, "I think I should tell you about it. I'm a little uncomfortable, but I can see why it would be good for you to know what I experienced over the weekend."

I encouraged her, "I'm all ears!"

She explained, "You have to understand that Jack was preparing me for this for several weeks. I hadn't decided to do it, but I knew that he wanted me to. I guess he upped the pressure a little bit. After dinner, Friday night, and after I called you, there was a sort of a club with music and an open bar. He encouraged me to drink up. We danced and I have to admit I got a little aroused. Paul Riggins, the VP in charge of Sales attached himself to us. Around ten, Jack invited Paul and I to his room. Of course, he had the nicest room of any of us. It was really more of a suite than a room. We sat beside each other at a table in his suite and drank champagne. Then he asked me if I had thought about becoming an executive assistant. I said, 'Yes, that would be a logical next step for me.' He asked, 'What do you see as differences between a PA and an EA?' I told him, 'I don't really know. I suppose an EA does more.' He explained, 'There are two things that you haven't done yet. One of them is act in my stead. There is a little mess at one of our smaller factories that I want you to go in my stead and clean it up. I'll set things up for you next week. The second is that you have to do more things, to help me out. He actually had a hot tub in his suite. He asked if Paul and I would like to join him in the hot tub. He said it was a great antidote for hangovers. I said I would love to but I would have to go back to my room and get my swimsuit. He said that's not true, you don't want to wear a swimsuit in a hot tub. I was tipsy, horny, and flirtatious. Jack and Paul started taking their clothes off. I should have left then, but I didn't.

The whole idea had me more than a little aroused. I had been wearing a pants suit and had taken the jacket off when I got to Jack's room. Jack and Paul were just looking at me like 'Karen, why don't you get with the program.' They looked at me expectantly. I don't know why but I was getting hornier and hornier. So, I took my pants off. I stood in front of them in my panties and blouse and I was just getting hotter and hotter. I took off my blouse and they both gave me smiles of appreciation. That excited me more, and I took off my bra. Now they were grinning. I sensuously slid my panties down, kicking them aside. Now we all get into the hot tub, right? Wrong. I stood in front of them, nude, almost dripping with excitement. Jack stepped in closer to me and pinched my left nipple. Goddamn, it felt so very good. He pinched my right nipple. I could hardly stand still. He crouched enough to rub his now full erect cock on my mound. I spread my legs for him and he began rubbing my slit with his cock. He leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back and started hunching him so that I was riding his cock without penetration. I was totally gone.

Jack said, "Paul, I think you'll have to hot tub by yourself." He disengaged himself from me and led me by my hand into the bedroom. I can't remember ever being so hot. He fucked me for thirty or forty minutes cumming twice. I must have cum ten or twelve times. When we went to the hot tub, Paul was gone. After we hot tubbed a while he took me back to the bedroom. We fucked again and then we went to sleep. The next morning he fucked me again and sent me back to my room to change for the Saturday meetings. I hope you don't hate me for what I have done."

I said, "No, I'm not sure how to deal with this, but I still love you."

She said, "Please fuck the shit out of me, and then I'll tell you about Saturday and Sunday."

Her tale of wanton passion had aroused me and I was very hard. I had no problem giving her what she wanted, although I only lasted long enough for her to come three times.

We cuddled and she resumed telling me about her weekend, "The meetings on Saturday went fine. Afterward, I ate dinner with Jack. He led me back to his room, holding my hand. He told me to take my clothes off. I wanted to feel his cock in me again. I was totally shameless. As I took my clothes off, I was getting hotter and hotter. My pussy was dripping with anticipation. He told me to sit on the sofa in the living area of his suite and spread my legs.

I could hardly wait for what came next. He grasped my thighs with his hands and start licking my mons. He began to concentrate on my slit, licking the inside surfaces that he could reach with his large tongue. I was having the same feelings as if he were fucking me. In a few minutes my body was shaking with my first orgasm of the evening.

He continued licking me, expanding his range to include my clit. I was now really hot. He started fingering me while licking my clit. I had another really nice orgasm. He then stuck his cock in as I lay back on the sofa. It was a little uncomfortable at first. He's a little bigger than you. Soon, it was feeling great. I came. He continued fucking me. I climaxed again. Finally, he started huffing and puffing and I had one last orgasm as he began shooting his baby juice against my vagi walls. It was really good. Above average for what we do, but not equal to your best.

Then he pulled my head back by pulling a handful of my hair back and he kissed me. I kissed him back. He helped me to stand and he led me into the bedroom. He sat me down on his bed and sat beside me and helped me off with the rest of my clothes. Then I returned the favor. His cock was somewhat erect but not hard. I started fondling it while he fondled my tits. We continued kissing. He then pushed me back onto the bed and raised my legs onto his shoulders. This allowed him to penetrate me at an angle. It was sort of missionary with him standing. I think the angle allowed him to penetrate me deeper than before. It felt fantastic. I had a big climax. One of my all-time best orgasms. Do you want me to continue? Am I telling you too much or not enough?"

I told her, "I'm a bit uncomfortable with this, but I think I need to hear it. Carry on!"

She continued, "He kept on thrusting into me, and I came a couple of more times before he shot his wad again. He helped me to my feet and then guided me into a kneeling position and I cleaned his cock. I cleaned his cock really well. Soon, I was giving him a clean blow job. When he got hard again, he asked me to get on top. He laid on the bed and I got on top. I was still horny and so I fucked him hard. He was pulling on my nipples and pinching them as I fucked him. It was a real turn on. After I came twice, he told me to turn around and I came two or three more times ending with him filling me up again. I laid down beside him and started kissing him as he played with my boobs.

We drank some champagne and then fucked through your phone calls. I think he must have taken a blue pill. He ejaculated inside me at least four times. We went to sleep. I woke up about two-thirty and saw your texts and phone calls and realized I had screwed up. That's when I sent you the text. I was a little worried but went back to sleep. In the morning we had sex again. The most shameful thing I did was have another fuck session with him after lunch on Sunday, when everyone else had started back to town. We kissed good-bye and you pretty much know the rest."

I told her, "There were parts of this that were hard to hear, but I believe I had to hear them. As I told you before, if we're honest, I think we can make it through this. Of course, we also have to have trust and respect."

She added, "Jimmy, there is one more thing. Jack wants me to work overtime tomorrow night. That means I probably won't be home until seven or eight. It also means that he will likely ream me out pretty good."

I explained, "I think we're good. You will have a horny husband tomorrow night."

She told me, "I'll be looking forward to it!"

Afterward, we made love. It wasn't the best we'd ever had, but it wasn't the worst, either.

Wednesday night she came home a little before eight. I greeted her, "How are you doing, honey?"

She replied, "I'm not alright, but I think a little husbandly TLC will fix me up."

We made love and it felt like we were together again even though I knew she had been screwing that asshole Jack just before she came home. I loved her and I knew I had to stay positive if I was going to keep her. The bastard had several advantages now that he had breached the dam. I couldn't really tell who she liked sleeping with best. Even though she assured me that she loved me and wanted to stay with me, I had to keep in mind that only a week ago she was still a faithful wife. In the last week, he had made great inroads into a relationship that had been exclusive. I was beginning to wonder if I should keep the faith, if I could keep on believing that at the end of the day she was mine. I was faithful and that's really what I wanted. Realistically, she had consistently told me she loved me, and interjecting Jack into our relationship had seemed to make us both more passionate.

Karen

I knew that Jimmy wasn't happy with my liaison with Jack. He seemed to accept that this was essential to my plans to accelerate my career. Being with Jack for a few hours three times a week made me feel good on several plains. Physically I loved what Jimmy and I have but it also felt good to be a wanton hussy a few afternoons a week. Professionally, I felt like my liaison with Jack was my ticket to rapid advancement in the world of business at FSW.

Jimmy didn't like it when I announced that the following week I would be making a seven-day trip with Jack and Paul, especially when I told him that there was a good chance I would end up having to do Paul as well as Jack. The three of us would fly into Raleigh on Sunday and fly back to Dallas on Saturday spending six nights together was a temptation that Paul would want to take advantage of, while I didn't expect that Jack would be of any help in my resisting it. That Jack didn't care about exclusivity was an advantage in keeping my marriage together, but no help where Paul was concerned. I had heard of paramours who wanted the husband to be cut off from enjoying the fruits of marriage.

My East Coast trip with Jack and Paul started with taking a corporate jet to Raleigh. Paul drove us from the airport to the hotel. He had been to most of the places we were going even if not to the specific offices we would be visiting. He was a little unfamiliar with all the features of our Escalade rental, but Jack clued him into all that were relevant. Our trip was to visit seven clients and potential clients, one each in Raleigh, Charlotte, Columbia, Charleston, and Savannah, and two in Atlanta. The biggest client would be our last stop in Atlanta. Saturday morning we would take the corporate jet back home.

I had briefed Jimmy on our itinerary so he knew approximately where I would be and also that I would be keeping irregular and long hours. We would have earned our money even if we didn't close any deals. After checking into our three rooms all on the same floor, we ate dinner at a restaurant in the hotel. We then migrated into the hotel's club. I had dressed in a light summer dress since we weren't seeing any clients Sunday night, so I was quickly very popular. Of course, Jack and Paul danced with me, but I had plenty of other suitors in spite of my prominently displayed rings. Jack was getting a little exasperated because I wasn't spending enough time with him or because I wasn't drinking enough. Finally, he suggested that we go to his room for a nightcap. As soon as we entered his room, both guys attacked me and quickly stripped me. Jack told Paul, "You missed out last time so you can take her first."

I didn't like being passed around like a piece of meat, but Paul's thick but not long cock soon had me singing out my pleasure as he took me to three orgasms, before a grand finale in which we both climaxed. Paul then took his place in a chair to watch Jack took over. Not even twenty-four hours gone on a six night trip and my prediction to Jimmy had already come true.

Just like that we had started my first threesome. It was tag team style. Paul was thicker and shorter than Jimmy so it was actually a new fucking experience and quite pleasurable. He did me missionary style. After he got off, Jack took over; he fucked me doggy style. Then Paul laid on the bed supine so I could show my stuff in cowgirl. After he spurted against my love canal walls, I did Jack reverse cowgirl. After Jack finished, I was dripping. I took a quick shower. When I returned to the bedroom, Paul was gone, and Jack was sawing logs. I quickly dressed and returned to my room where I was dead to the world before my head hit the pillow. I expected to have five more nights of the same type of exercise. Everybody was all smiles at breakfast. Jack and Paul seemed proud of their fucking exploits, and as the fuckee, I was quite happy as well.

Nothing much happened at our morning meeting in Raleigh and we drove to Charlotte Monday afternoon. Monday evening I received another thorough fucking from my tag team of lovers, and again I was a happy camper and slept well. Charlotte went well; we closed a three million dollar deal. That alone would pay for our trip and we had five more appointments. Very happy with our lunchtime closing we drove on to Columbia for an afternoon meeting. Nothing there. We ate a quick dinner and drove on that evening to Charleston. I had started calling Jimmy from my room where I usually went to freshen up before dinner. In Charleston I called him after check-in and then went straight to bed with Jack and Paul. I received a thorough reaming and went to my bed happy as a bug in a rug. In spite of enjoying fucking Jack and Paul, I was beginning to seriously miss Jimmy. The phone calls did not substitute for Jimmy's smile, touch, and lovemaking. When I returned to Dallas Saturday night, I would make sure that Jimmy gave me everything he had.

The next day we were smiling because we closed a small deal with our new Charleston client and drove on to Savannah. In Savannah we supped with our client's personnel, and during some after dinner dancing and drinking they all enjoyed dancing and flirting with me. Back in our hotel rooms, Jack and Paul both had their fun and we were all happy when the next day we closed a deal that was in between the Charlotte and Charleston sales in size. That afternoon we drove to Atlanta for our last two calls of the trip. As expected I was thoroughly slammed Thursday night by Jack and Paul. In spite of that I was beginning to really miss Jimmy a lot.

Our morning call in Atlanta didn't go particularly well. The best thing that can be said is we parted on good terms. We had high hopes for our afternoon meeting as this was the largest concern on the whole trip. Negotiations progressed and this was looking like it could be the largest deal of our trip. Negotiations continued into the evening and we bought dinner for the client's CEO and Executive VP. About half way through dinner, the point holding back a signing became clear. They wanted a commitment from me. Of course, Jack and Paul had no problem with that and excused themselves leaving me with an unsigned contract, a pen, and two horny client executives. Jack and Paul had trained me well in the art of tag-team threesomes. It took about an hour and a half on my back but I parted company from the executives with kisses and a signed contract.

Jack and Paul were very happy and showed their happiness by screwing me until almost midnight. The flight home was in good spirits but I was able to save my cunt for my homecoming with Jimmy. When Jimmy picked me up at the executive air terminal, he seemed very glad to see me. When I told him about all my exploits on the trip, I wasn't sure he would be so happy. For now, I was with my man as we made out in the car still parked on the lot. I told him I had a lot to tell him but I wanted to have some loving first. Friday night I had been thoroughly fucked by four guys and yet here we were Saturday afternoon with my main man and I could not get enough of him. He ejaculated three times which was unusual for us.

Then it was time for the big reveal. We set at our dining table and I began my story.

Jimmy

I had really missed Karen and was very glad when she got home from seven-day, six-night mission with Jack and Paul. After we made out a while at the airport, I made the drive home in about thirty minutes. She seemed a little withdrawn, even uncomfortable. Then she started crying.

She choked out, "Jimmy, I love you so much. I hate myself and my job. Not only does it keep me away from you, but I have become a company whore. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing. Please don't hate me. I love you and I don't want to lose you. Every time I talk to you, I have to tell you something new and bad. I have missed you so much this week. Please don't dump me. I'm so miserable."

I told her, "Karen, I love you. I can't tell you any more without you telling me some specifics. Maybe you should tell me why you think you have become a company whore."

She wiped her tears with a tissue, "The first night in Raleigh, Jack and Paul virtually attacked me. They had me stripped before I could seriously resist. It wasn't rape, because when they kissed me, I kissed them back. I didn't really want to fuck Paul, but I didn't resist. I enjoyed him fucking me almost as much as I enjoyed Jack, still nothing like being with you. I've become a terrible slut. I'm so sorry. The whole trip they both fucked me every night. Jack expects me to start our normal Monday-Wednesday-Friday rotation. Jimmy, I have told you everything but about the last night.

On the last night we took out the President and Executive VP of a major customer. They wanted my body before they would sign a major sales contract. I fucked them for almost two hours before doing Jack and Paul for another two hours. Jimmy, I'm so sorry. I know you never signed on for anything like this. I'll do anything to save our marriage. My career at FWS is not worth losing you. I'm so sorry that I did all this."

I replied, "This doesn't make me happy, but I still love you. What do you want me to do? I'll do what ever you want. I want to have a happy wife and lover."

She explained, "I still think I have a chance at a good career at FWS, but I want to be a good wife for you. I want the career, but not if it means losing your love."

I responded, "Do you want me to talk to Jack, man-to-man? My biggest disappointment is the bar keeps being moved. I think we'd both be happier if there were some hard limits."

She inquired, "Do you want to talk to Jack? I think I can keep this under control although I haven't done so well so far. I think if it's my career, I need to handle this. I'm going to talk to Jack Monday. Maybe he will want to talk to you after that."

I answered, "I'll leave it up to you for now. I wouldn't be all that happy if you were only fucking Jack. I want you to be happy, but I want our relationship to be strong and vibrant. I don't think the extracurricular activity has seriously damaged us so far, but I want to keep it that way."

She assured me, "That's what I want, too, Jimmy. Let's give it a little more time. I'll talk to Jack Monday. I want our great marriage to stay strong. That's more important than any job."

We were home and we spent most of the rest of the evening and night having wonderful reunion sex. God, I loved this woman. I just wished she was doing a better job of keeping her panties on where FWS was concerned.

Karen

I had a serious talk with Jack on the following Monday. I told him, "Jack, you and Paul and I had a lot of fun on this trip. What I want to know is simple, is it helping my career? You know that I want to move into management at some point."

Jack replied, "Karen, I consider you to be one of the most capable people in the entire company. You're on track for a management position, although you're doing such a good job at your current position that it will be difficult to promote you out of it. I promise you that I'll be keeping an eye out for opportunities to advance your career. You're too good for me to risk the company losing you, and I do keep my promises, although it may not be immediate!"

I had to make do with his promises. The next couple of weeks were fairly routine. The only negative was having to keep working overtime on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The overtime pay was helping us get ready for a move to a larger house and parenthood, even though I regretted not spending those evenings with Jimmy. He seemed to accept the current situation. Then the Tuesday before Jimmy's spring break, Jack called me into his office.

He informed me, "I mentioned earlier that we have a situation in a woodworking facility in northern Louisiana. I'm afraid it's going to take an intervention from corporate to get things back on track. I don't want to take my time or Mike or Charlie's time either. I'm thinking this is an opportunity for you to help me out and help your career, if you can handle it. I'll keep you updated at things develop."

Mike and Charlie were our COO and Executive VP, respectively. Jack went on to explain that there was some internecine conflict going on that was getting out of control.

The next day he called me in and told me that the thing in Louisiana was getting worse and did I think I could handle it. I was so happy that Jack had the confidence to send me on a special assignment. We had a small wood working factory that had been picked up as part of a larger business deal. The problem was a dispute involving the plant manager, the shop steward, the production manager, and two line supervisors. Even better it was on spring break and Jimmy was able to come with me.

The factory was located about halfway between Shreveport and Alexandria. It made sense to take my car and drive; we would be able to charge a lot of miles on my expense account. Jack was fully on board with my plan to have Jimmy sit in on my meetings and provide a second opinion on what was going on and what was the best solution. There would be no problem with charging Jimmy's meals and our king-size bed. Jack was very pleased with Jimmy for only creating a little bit of friction over my taking him and Paul on as fuck buddies.

The factory dispute was about whether or not union members were being asked to violate contractually specified working conditions and seemed to have grown beyond reason. As far as Jack was concerned, the problem was way down in the weeds, and if I could come up with an equitable solution, agreeable to everyone involved, it would be a win-win condition.

The cutting blade on a particular class of machine, common in the factory had to be taken off and replaced or sharpened, usually after about five hours of usage. Replacing it required holding up the machine arm with a dead weight of about twenty pounds and attaching or detaching the cutting blade arm with a weight of about ten pounds. Another option was to replace only the blade which weighed less than a pound, but that really was a more dangerous position requiring holding up the whole apparatus with a dead weight close to thirty pounds. The dispute was about whether the whole job should be performed by one or two workers.

After a demonstration I suggested to Jimmy that a support could be designed to where neither the twenty-pound nor the twenty-nine pound dead weight needed to be held up by a human. Jimmy could see nothing wrong as it appeared to greatly reduce if not eliminate the chance of an injury and didn't require but one worker which satisfied management. I got a woodworker to create the support. He suggested a couple of minor changes in the configuration which increased the ease or convenience of the operation. I then called a meeting of the representative parties. The plant manager ordered the construction of two more supports - one for each manufacturing section and an extra, just in case. Just like that Jimmy and I were on the way back to Dallas. I credited the support idea to a collaboration of Jimmy and I and several workers, and Jack appeared to be happy with the job I had done.

Another three weeks went by and then Jack had another idea. He decided that he and I needed a nine-day trip together without Jimmy. It was a Friday to Sunday to Sunday excursion to Jamaica. Neither Jimmy nor I was ecstatic about the idea. We were even less happy when Jack added the requirement that we be incommunicado for the nine days. Our joint decision was that I would go with Jack as he planned, but as soon as I was back in Dallas, I would put my resume out.

It started off as I expected. I should have suspected something when we checked into Hedonism IV resort. We got to the resort late Saturday afternoon. We changed into our swimsuits and went to a bar. Although late afternoon, people were drinking and dancing. I think I was as hot as anyone in my little white bikini. Anyway after a couple of drinks and dances with Jack, this tall, lanky fellow named Jamba attached himself to us. He danced with me but talked a lot with Jack. He flirted with me while we danced but seemed to pay more attention to Jack between dances. When I returned from the rest room or having a dance with someone else they were eyeing me but then they talked about business in the US and Jamaica. Around seven the three of us went to dinner together. After dinner we hung out in the club for about an hour and Jack suggested that he and I were tired from our travel and would be turning in early. He invited Jamba up to our room for a nightcap.

When we reached the room, without preamble, they began taking my swimsuit off. I was completely naked before I could complain. As I stood there embarrassed because I had just met Jamba, Jack said, 'Why don't you take her first?'

They had both been removing their swimsuits and Jamba was obviously ready. He wasn't any bigger in thickness than Jimmy, but I think he was over nine inches in length. He laid me down on the bed and began finger fucking me. I didn't resist, because I was strangely aroused, and frankly, a little dumbfounded by this turn of events. After I came twice on his fingers, he quickly penetrated me and began giving me the ride of my life. He was giving it to me with the biggest love organ I had ever had in me. I came quite a few times before he pumped me full after about twenty minutes. Next Jack had a go, he only lasted about ten minutes. Then Jamba screwed me for another twenty minutes. It was one of the best fuckings I had ever received. I was in pussy nirvana. Then Jack surprised me, 'Why don't you take her to your room, but bring her back before light. Jamba threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his room. He fucked me again. We were laying there beside each other. I was enjoying my afterglow when his roommate came in. I tried to cover up but Jamba restrained me with his big hand. Curly laid down on the bed beside me, rolled over and began kissing me while massaging my boobs. Soon he was banging me. He banged me a second time. Then Jamba did me again. Overall, they must have fucked me for an hour and a half.

Next, Jamba instructed me to go to another room which was conveniently located just down the hall. I complained that I was naked. Curly said no one will pay any attention at this time of night. Just go to the room and knock. I did as I was told.

When I knocked another big black guy pulled me in and ordered me to lie face down on the bed. He began lubricating my ass. His roommate laid down beside me and I was directed to impale myself on his huge cock which was pointing toward the ceiling. I did and then the other guy began poking my ass. It was my first anal and my first double penetration. They must have fucked me for what seemed like an hour. It had to be at least forty minutes. I was coming frequently, like twice a minute. I'm guessing I climaxed over fifty times. They withdrew and began simply playing with me, massaging my tits, spanking my butt, fingering me, French kissing me, They were doing anything to keep my motor running and me in a high state of arousal. After a while they DPed me again, switching positions. I was starting to get tired, but I had never felt so wonderful in my whole life. They told me to go back to Jamba's room. As I bounced down the hall, I fortunately encountered no one. Jamba and Curly fucked me again and then sent me back to Jack. Jack fucked me twice before I passed out. The next day, Jamba and Jack told me to put my bikini on and get ready to go. We went off campus to a somewhat delipidated village. We 'stopped at a house with a crude 'Tattoos' sign. I stopped in my tracks, and exclaimed, 'No tattoos.' Jack said, 'We didn't come here for tattoos, but you earned your slut stripes last night. Actually, this is for your slut piercings and jewelry. The fellow fitted me with the collar and anklet you can see. In addition he did eight piercings and provided the jewelry. The most painful was my tongue. I'll blow you so you can feel it, but it'll be a couple of weeks before you can cum in my mouth. My other piercings were on my nipples, my clit hood and four on my labia. The problem is that when I walk the jewelry in the piercings excite me. Since I got the piercings I am horny all the time.

The rest of the week Jamba and Jack enjoyed sending me down the swimsuit optional beach, nude, with my piercings, choker, and anklet on display. There was another resort on the other end of the swimsuit optional beach from Hedonism IV. It was frequented by college students. Jack and Jamba thought it was great fun to whore me out to rooms full of college students. It was four or six each time. I earned six thousand dollars for the whole nine days, which Jack and Jamba split three ways with me getting only a third. When I complained they said it was a helluva deal because I was having all the fun. That was true, but still I was doing all the work, also. Of course, each night I continued to wander from room to room nude back at our set of rooms. The worst part of it as the week wore on is that I was enjoying the nearly constant fucking more at the end than at the beginning.

Jimmy

After her nine-day honeymoon with Jack in Jamaica, no contact allowed, I picked her up at the airport per Jack's instructions. She seemed glad to see me but subdued. She started off with "I'm not saying this was a bad trip, but it was a whole lot different than I expected. Jimmy, just like I told you, I expected it to be a sort of a romantic getaway with Jack. Bottom line, I'm now a certified slut. I'm going to tell you a lot of what happened and hope that you still want to be my husband when I finish. I'm going to tell you the first twenty-four hours on the way home."

I hadn't wanted her to go in the first place. From the beginning, it seemed to me that it was above and beyond any reasonable definition of her duties. I decided to listen, but if it was anywhere nearly as bad as she had seemed to indicate, it looked like a case of giving up her career at FWS or getting a divorce.

It seemed like the nightmare to end all nightmares. In the first twenty-four hours she fucked four guys, in addition to Jack. It seemed that for everything that happened in this job, there was a kicker that made it even worse. How do you go from a relaxing vacation with a lover to fucking five guys and pierced to kingdom come? I pointed that out to her. It was only made worse when she told me that Jack, and his new friend, Jambi, thought it fun to march her nude down the swimsuit optional beach to another resort and literally whore her out to four or six guys at a time. She did give me two thousand dollars of ill gotten gains, but I thought that was sort of pathetic with regard to the degradation she underwent. At the end of the day, I bathed her and massaged her back and sore muscles. I told her I thought it was time to pull the plug. She agreed and promised to send out resumes in the morning.

She did tell Jack about our unhappiness with what had happened on their mini vacation. He did make three changes: He changed her title. She would now be Supervising Executive Assistant over all the assistants in the executive suite whether they were personal or executive. He gave her another twenty percent raise. He assigned her the task of hiring a new personal assistant for him. Now he would have two assistants: One personal and one supervising executive.

Another three weeks went by with no further change in her situation. Then she came home excited because she had been invited to an executive retreat. When I saw the list of attendees, I began to be a little concerned.

Karen

I was very excited to be invited to the Retreat. I was hoping to be able to do anything that would advance me up the executive ladder. When I saw the attendee list. In addition to Jack, it included the President and Chief Operating Officer, the Executive Vice-President, the Senior Vice President of Production, the Senior Vice-President of Sales, The Vice-President of Finance, the Vice-President of Accounting, the Vice-President of Administration, the three outside Board Members. three Executive Assistants and three Personal Assistants. All the assistants were female; all the executives and board members were male. I hadn't realized what a misogynistic organization FWS was. I realized that the shortcut to my becoming an executive didn't exist. If I worked fifty more years, I would never set foot on the FWS executive ladder. The last straw was learning that the assistants, including myself, were there primarily to provide the Saturday night entertainment. We would start out nude inside a faux cake. The faux cake would be lifted off us. The six of us would essentially be standing on a merry-go-round. When the music stopped, the turntable would stop and we would go to our assigned table. Each of the six tables would have two of the executives and board members assigned to it with one of the assistants. The function of the nude assistant was to entertain the other occupants of the table. Even before I knew who I would be entertaining I knew I would be leaving FWS, but I did want to get good recommendations for my next job so I didn't leave immediately. Even if I wasn't on the executive ladder, I wanted to be sure I was at least in a management program at any new job. I ended up fucking Paul, who was the Senior Vice-President of Sales, and an outside board member.

I was distraught when I went home to Jimmy. I told him I didn't even want to work at FWS a single day longer. He asked me if I was ready to start a family. I said I was. He said, "Do you want to be a full-time stay-at-home mother?"

I told him, "Jimmy, I still want to have a career. I just don't want to work with the assholes at FWS anymore. I'm ready to start a family, but I don't want to be a stay-at-home mom. What do you think?"

He replied, "Your resume is good enough to get another better job. We can afford to move up to a larger house and start a family. You should probably stay at FWS until you have another job. We can wait a little longer for you to find a job."

I said, "I think I should give a new employer a year or maybe a little more before I take a maternity leave."

He responded, "Sounds like a plan."

Three weeks later I got a call back. Jones and Jackson was not as large as FWS but in a similar business. What they offered was a sales office manager job. I would have four salespeople and a receptionist/girl Friday as my subordinates. They warned me that the sales people and office had been underperforming and that the previous manager had been fired. I didn't like the job, but the company management seemed open and completely above board. The office was only a little over thirty miles from our home in Collin County, located in the southern part of the Sherman-Denison area. It was no more than thirty-five minutes from our home. It sounded like a chance to do something good and make a reputation. I took the job.

I started going on sales jobs with my three guys and one gal salespeople. Their morale was low and they had no idea of how to close a sale. I had seen and even assisted pros in action. I showed them how and they loved it. They became excited about doing their jobs. The next three months showed good increases in individual and office wide production. We jumped from last in our region to pushing the leaders. In twelve months we were leading our region. I was given authorization to hire another salesperson. In eighteen months our office was leading the company. My superior loved it. I was promoted to regional manager of Southern California. Although I would have to travel there several times a month, I wasn't expected to live there. I went with my managers on sales calls with their salespeople. Soon, the Los Angeles region was moving up the ladder of sales regions. I wanted to stay and do more but I decided it was time to start our family. I talked to my supervisor and even the VP of Sales. They decided that the work I had done had uncovered some promotable people and that they could afford to lose me now but would be happy to hire me back in the future should I decide to return to work.

Jimmy and I decided that I would stay at home until our family was complete and possibly until all the children were in kindergarten or above. It seemed that Jimmy and I were biologically sound. In five years we had two boys and two girls. Being a mother was more fun than I had ever imagined. Still, five years later when Kenny, our youngest, started kindergarten, I went back to Jones and Jackson and asked what they had. Even though it had been ten years, they still remembered me. They gave me responsibility for the Austin region, covering a large part of Texas, including San Antonio and most of South Texas, that is, all of South Texas not covered by the Houston or El Paso offices. It was great, but I did have to travel a lot. Even though the flights were shorter, the drives tended to be longer than when I was managing the Los Angeles territory.

We hired a nanny, Esmerelda, and things were going great. I ended up making one or two trips a month. I soon had Austin butting heads with the leading Regions in the entire company.

My life couldn't be better until I came home early from an out-of-town trip and found Jimmy and Esmerelda dancing the horizontal mambo. I went downstairs, poured myself a glass of wine and waited. In less than ten minutes, Jimmy and Esmerelda came down.

I asked, "Esmerelda, is there any reason, I shouldn't fire you?"

She replied, "I'm so sorry. There is no reason for you to not fire me."

I inquired, "Jimmy, is there any reason I shouldn't divorce you?"

He responded, "Yes, but I don't want to discuss it with Esmerelda present."

I continued, "Jimmy, is there any reason I shouldn't fire Esmerelda?"

He answered, "I'd like to discuss it with you in private."

I directed, "Esmerelda, why don't you go home now. We'll call you later as to whether you should come to work tomorrow."

Esmerelda left and I started crying, "Jimmy, how could you?"

He replied, "It wasn't Esmerelda's fault. I seduced her because I was missing you so much."

I said, "Jimmy, I love you. I don't want you fucking around. I'm sure Esmerelda's husband feels the same way."

He responded, "I enjoy Esmerelda but I'd prefer having you."

I answered, "That's good to know, but I plain and simple don't want you screwing Esmerelda."

He said, "I can stop."

I informed him, "Stop screwing her and I won't file for divorce. Is that a deal or what?"

Jimmy explained his position, "If we fire her, her husband will want to know why."

I replied, "Firing her is only a means to getting you to stop fucking her."

Jimmy pulled another one out of his hat, "Isn't it a little hypocritical to deny me fucking Esmerelda when heaven only knows how many guys you fucked as a way to advance your career at FWS."

I told him, "That's different. It's history and it was strictly business."

He asked me, "But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

I admitted, "I enjoyed the physical act, but I preferred having you, and it's a big part of why I left FWS!"

He inquired, "How about this. Esmerelda and I quit fucking, but she still keeps her job."

I commented, "I have to believe you will completely quit fucking her."

He said, "You can take it to the bank."

I inquired, "You will explain it all to her?"

He answered, "I will."

Jimmy

Although I enjoyed screwing with Esmerelda, I enjoyed Karen more. We agreed that we would try to spend more time with each other, and I occasionally traveled with her when it didn't significantly interfere with taking care of our children or my work. Esmerelda was invaluable I felt because of her trustworthiness and excellent care of our children. Esmerelda and I both realized that what we were doing was harming our primary relationships with our spouses and so we gave up the benefits but remained good friends. We kept Esmerelda on as a maid/cook even after the children went on to college.

I continued to love Karen even though she had given me a lot of grief during her years at FWS. Our golden years, however, were truly golden. We traveled a lot the wonders of the world and the wonderful grandchildren produced by our children.