It was late Sunday morning, London time, and London was falling away as the Alphia Corporation Gulfstream 6 winged all six members of the Alphia Corporation negotiation team swiftly westward, back toward the States.

Sam was seated in one of the four leather armchairs scattered cleverly around a long end table to allow for an intimate conversation and still leave a clear foot path through the plane. Against the back wall there was an elegant bar of some kind of polished dark wood. The glass front of the refrigerator revealed a dozen or so bottles of expensive champagne. Glasses of thick crystal tinkled wealthily alongside expensive bottles of whiskey and bourbon.

The ladies were seated on a low couch near the bar. Sam could see his wife Carrie talking quietly with Karen, each beautifully coiffed and dressed in what Carrie would probably call sexy business chic. Mr. Borges and Mr. Parsons were chatting with the well-fucked junior executive wives and happily congratulating themselves for the great weekend of debauchery and good business.

Gary Burroughs, the other junior executive, was talking on his phone near the front of the plane, his feet up on the low table in front of the couch he was seated upon.

As he felt the energy in the room subside, Sam felt some tension ease from his body and he closed his eyes briefly, sinking into the comfortable blonde leather seat.

They had been flying for almost an hour now and, realizing that the working weekend was complete, Sam tried to relax. He was bone weary from the combination of the hard work, long hours, and sexual frustration of the past two long days and nights.

He glanced over at Mr. Parsons, who was talking with Mr. Borges. Sam could not overhear the conversation, but the two Senior Executives looked relaxed and happy. "They should be," Sam thought to himself, gazing at Karen and Carrie, drinking in their sophisticated and elegant beauty.

He felt a surge of jealousy tinged with illicit pleasure. The two senior males had certainly enthusiastically and thoroughly fucked their subordinates' wives throughout the weekend.

Last night Mr. Borges had bragged to Sam that he had enjoyed Carrie before the business meeting and then the senior executives had made Sam and Gary stay and watch as the senior executives played with their wives.

Since Mr. Parsons had not yet had the pleasure, the senior executives had made the wives switch. Sam had seen his darling Carrie, fully nude, quickly drop to her knees in front of Mr. Parsons, who fed his hard cock into her mouth.

Mr. Parsons' moan of pleasure as he felt Carrie's mouth on his penis had been painfully erotic for Sam. Mr. Parsons had given Sam a satisfied smirk as he fondled Carrie’s breasts while she bobbed for sperm. Later he had tangled his hands in Carrie's hair to hold her head still so he could thrust his cock in and out of her mouth for even more pleasure.

When Mr. Parsons had tired of that fun he had put Carrie on her hands and knees and approached her from behind. Mr. Parsons had grinned at Sam again as he drove balls deep into Carrie's pussy in one thrust.

Sam closed his eyes to savor the memory. The lovely expression on his Carrie's exquisite face as she moaned her pleasure as she was filled with Mr. Parsons’ cock was seared into Sam's brain. The delicious humiliation of Mr. Parsons' smirk at Sam while he fucked Sam's wife was intense. That Carrie had so enjoyed herself, and had orgasmed around Mr. Parsons' cock before Mr. Parsons had reached his own release and spurted into her was even more amazingly exciting.

Sam had been so horny that even being ordered to suck Gary off had been exciting. He shifted in his seat, his penis rock hard again in his trousers, wondering how their sexual contact would affect their friendship and working relationship.

Gary's cock had been the first time he'd had a cock in his mouth, and swallowing Gary's load had been a first too.

He had been required to eat Karen Burrough’s pussy even as Mr. Borges fucked her, and after, but he had been well rewarded for he and Carrie’s efforts. Karen's blowjob had been absolutely wonderful, and ejaculating into her warm mouth had been a well-earned release but still only a temporary respite from his high level of sexual arousal. He had fallen asleep last night with difficulty, his cock rock hard again, his mind spinning with thoughts of the sexual hijinks likely going on in the senior executive's suite.

He had not masturbated in the shower this morning and denying himself relief had been sheer, exquisite torture.

Sam could only imagine the fun the two senior executives had had this morning. Last night Mr. Parsons had promised to cum in Carrie's mouth later in weekend.

"I hope he didn't forget," Sam thought to himself. Sam felt a surge of shock mixed with jealousy and deliciously naughty pleasure surge through his body. He imagined his Carrie on her knees before Mr. Parsons, her soft hands tenderly cupping Mr. Parson’s balls as she vigorously sucked his hard cock and urged him to enjoy himself and to ejaculate into her eager mouth.

He glanced over again at the two Senior Executives. He saw Mr. Borges, looking muscular and powerful in his hand made suit, smile and nod his head to something Karen said.

Mr. Borges too had had total access to Carrie.

Unbidden, an image bloomed in his mind, Carrie in a hotel room bed, her long and eager legs wrapped around the steady humping motion of his muscled body as Mr. Borges claimed her vagina again. As Sam imagined the moment, he saw Carrie's blonde hair splayed across the pillow, one firm feminine arm snaked around Mr. Borges' neck and curled in his hair as she pulled him to her for an open-mouthed kiss, her wedding band and engagement ring glittering brightly in Mr. Borges' dark hair.

“Excellent work, everyone!” Mr. Parsons crowed happily, interrupting Sam's daydream. He dropped into a seat across from Sam and loosened his tie.

Sam blinked in surprise. He hadn't even noticed the two dominant males walk over to join him.

“Oh, man,” Mr. Parsons said as he took off his suit jacket. He put his feet up on the small table between the chairs as he folded his suit coat and tie up and put it on a nearby chair. “What a great weekend! The ladies were wonderful and I can’t believe that Roberts took our initial offer seriously. They must be in some serious trouble.”

“Yeah,” Sam muttered in agreement, trying not very successfully to get his mind back to business. “But it concerns me that Roberts Media gave in so quickly. We came in at, what? Fifteen million? And they countered at below their street price of eighteen? We didn’t just agree to buy a shell of a company, or something under European Union investigation for… environmental or banking fraud or something, did we?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Mr. Borges replied, unconcerned, as he joined them and sank into the plush leather chair next to Mr. Parsons. “We closed the deal and we get their Intellectual Property portfolio. John in Mergers and Acquisitions is a fucking genius. He will make us a seven or eight million dollar profit on the back end of the deal when he chops up the company and sells off the pieces. Hell, even if Roberts Media really is ready to go tits up, we will still break even."

He took another healthy pull from his whiskey. He held the glass up to the sunlight streaming in through a window of the plane. He nodded appreciatively and the golden color of the liquid inside.

He saluted Sam with his drink. "And that’s just the gravy because the Intellectual Property – thanks to you – is on its own worth multiples of the purchase price with what we are going to do with it.”

"Thank you," Sam responded to the compliment but his eyes wandered to where the women were gathered at the back of the plane.

Carrie and Karen were talking quietly together, letting the men catch up on business. Mr. Parsons caught his glance and turned back to look at the women also.

Sam felt a flicker of jealousy as he saw Mr. Parsons’ eyes take in Carrie’s lines, stopping briefly at the swell of her breasts against her blouse and at her legs displayed in her rather short business skirt, but the gaze lacked the hunger that the senior executives had displayed on the ride to England at the start of the weekend.

Mr. Borges also caught Sam watching Mr. Parsons gaze at the two junior executives’ wives.

“Your wife is a delight, Sam,” Mr. Borges said to Sam with a knowing smirk. Mr. Parsons chuckled his agreement.

“Yes. She is,” Sam replied, his voice and demeanor calm despite his instant inner turmoil.

“You were very impressive this weekend. It is not everyone who can deal with the… pleasures and challenges of The Arrangement on a weekend like this so well,” Mr. Borges continued, “particularly not at the very start of the experience.”

Carrie had certainly enjoyed herself immensely. The fun he'd had with Gary's wife, combined with the delicious humiliation of the entire situation made clear that joining The Arrangement was going to be a win all the way around.

“Thank you,” Sam replied. “It was very exciting, but it was also very difficult.”

“I completely understand,” Mr. Borges nodded. “I usually quite enjoyed seeing my Susan entertain my clients and bosses while I was Junior Executive, but I must say I greatly prefer my current… position.”

“Hell yeah,” Mr. Parsons murmured in amused agreement.

“Carrie is beautiful and smart and eager to please. She clearly enjoyed her first working weekend as a junior executive spouse, and that is a rare and wonderful combination so soon after introduction to the Arrangement,” Mr. Parsons said. “Your wife is going to be extremely popular with the entire senior management team and a real asset to your career.”

Sam did not know what to say to that, and he glanced over at Carrie, who had overheard the conversation.

She blushed, and smiled at him, clearly embarrassed that she had so obviously enjoyed herself this trip. They had not had time to speak privately, and Sam did not know what had gone on between his wife and the Senior Executives late last night or this morning, but his imagination was running wild.

Mr. Borges saw the unspoken question in Sam's eyes as he and Carrie exchange a look.

Mr. Borges smirked at Sam when he looked at his boss again. "You bet we fucked the ladies again this morning."

"Of course you did. I sure as hell would have," Gary said calmly as he joined the other three men. "I think that Karen would have been offended if you had not."

Sam nodded, grateful for Gary's input as he did not trust his own voice.

Mr. Borges chuckled at Gary. "Yeah, I bet she would have. Karen is one of my favorite hotwives. She is always eager to fuck."

"It is not like this all the time," Mr. Parsons said reassuringly. "This is not some constant orgy at work. It is as was explained to you - when we have the urge to stray, we do so within the confines of employment."

"That's good to know," Sam replied, relieved and, to a certain extent, disappointed.

Mr. Borges gave Mr. Parsons a look. "Tom, here, can do whatever he wants, but as Tom... and his wife Ruth well know... I take full advantage of all the perks of my employment and I fuck all the junior executive's wives on a regular basis. I am certainly going to fuck Carrie again soon."

Both the Senior Executives had worked their way up through the ranks and had spent their time at the junior executive level. Mr. Parsons had been elevated less than two years earlier, long after Mr. Borges' promotion. It was clear that a cost of Mr. Parsons' promotion had been his wife's willingness to drop to her knees in front of a randy senior executive and to happily spread her pretty legs for the senior executives... and the good of the Company. Mr. Borges had without any doubt whatsoever exercised his rights over Ruth Parsons, and had fucked her many times while Mr. Parsons had labored through the junior executive levels.

“Ruth was the reason for Tom’s promotion, as a matter of fact,” Mr. Borges revealed to the extreme curiosity of all but Mr. Parsons, who looked a little embarrassed. “We were struggling to retain the Ogletree account and I assigned Bill to it.”

Sam knew Bill as William Egleson, one of the sales executives. He was still a junior executive, but the rumors were swirling. His wife was Alice, a petite red-head marathon runner. The rumor about Alice was that the curtains matched the drapes and she let her red bush grow wild. That, along with the fact that her body was tight and muscled and wiry, separated her from the other wives. Sam had seen her a few times and she looked cute and tough, her green eyes sharp on her freckled face.

Her tits were small, but she had a nice, tight ass, even after three kids.

“Bill is a fucking horndog,” Mr. Borges continued, “and while Alice is a horny little minx and can fuck for hours, sometimes Bill just wants a nice pair of tits to play with and Ruth has an outstanding rack.”

“Yeah, she does,” Gary murmured in agreement.

“So anyway, Bill takes the top executives over at the client out for the weekend and brings Ruth with him. She knew what her job was,” Mr. Borges continued. “The two executives and Bill all gangbanged the shit out of her for a weekend and at the end of it we kept the account… so long as we supply a slut for a ‘working weekend’ whenever they are in town for an account check.”

Mr. Borges smiled happily at the three men. “So for several months Bill had the rare pleasure of a monthly fuck of a colleague’s wife. He told me he loved Ruth’s big tits. His favorite was to push those big pillows together and tit fuck her until he blasted a load all over her face.”

Mr. Parsons looked uncomfortable for a moment and Gary Burroughs smoothly changed the subject.

“I appreciate you letting me be the one to pass on the good news to Mr. Jones. Thank you!” he said to Mr. Borges.

“You deserved it. Karen deserved it,” Mr. Borges said with a wave of his hand. “How did he react?”

“He was thrilled, and surprised,” Gary said. “I don’t think that he was expecting to pay so little for the company.”

“No, he wasn’t,” Mr. Borges agreed. “Did he want to know anything else?”

“Yes, he wanted to know to what extent Carrie and Karen were ‘involved’ in the negotiations,” Gary said.

“What did you tell him?” Mr. Borges inquired.

Gary smiled at him. “I told him that you two had had a lot of fun with the ladies but that our wives had not been needed to close the deal.”

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"So did you enjoy your first experience with your wife on a working weekend?" Mr. Jones asked Sam.

He and Gary, along with Mr. Parsons, were in Mr. Jones' office. Mr. Borges had declined to join them at the meeting in the Chairman's office.

It was late afternoon on Sunday and they were just returned from the trip. He had kissed Carrie as she and Karen were whisked away to attend to her motherly duties at her respective home.

Carrie had looked so confident and content in her elegant businesswear. His eyes had followed the ladies as they slid into the limousine, the door held open by the driver. He had felt such a moment of longing for the loving touch of his beautiful wife, but he had to wait until tonight for that.

"Sam?" Mr. Jones snapped his fingers to bring Sam back to the present. "I am sure you are eager to get home, but you need to focus now."

The correction was clear, but Mr. Jones had a small smile on his face, and it was clear that he understood the distraction.

"Erm," Sam said, clearing his throat. "I - I think that it went very well."

"As a business deal it went very well indeed, and I do not need your assessment on that front to know it." Mr. Jones’ tone was sharp. "That is not what I asked you." He gave Sam a meaningful look.

"It was... difficult, but mostly enjoyable," Sam finally answered honestly.

Mr. Jones rolled his eyes. “So… did you enjoy watching your wife get fucked by your superiors at the company?” he asked pointedly.

Sam reddened. “Err .. yes I did,” he conceded.

“That’s good. That’s very good because we are all going to enjoy spreading those pretty legs of hers quite a lot these next several years," Mr. Jones said with a smile.

Even though Sam knew that Carrie would be having sex with many of his bosses, hearing the Chairman say it out loud was still shocking and exciting. Sam’s reaction must have been clear on his face because Mr. Jones gave a brief chuckle and turned his attention to Mr. Parsons.

"And how did our newest little hotwife do?" Mr. Jones asked of the Senior Executive, tiring of playing with his shell-shocked newest junior executive hire.

Mr. Parsons chuckled happily. “Oh, Carrie did great! Obviously, Steve and I enjoyed the ladies throughout the weekend. I fucked Sam's wife twice, I think Steve fucked her two or three times, too; she gives amazing head and she swallows like a champ! But it was Sam here who shined!”

“Oh really?” Mr. Jones grinned and raised an eyebrow at that.

“Oh yes,” Mr. Parsons said, gesturing to the clearly embarrassed Sam. “He sucked Gary’s dick while Steve and I nailed their wives.”

“That’s exciting! First time with a dick in your mouth?” He inquired of Sam.

“Yes,” Sam replied, reddening.

“You swallowed his cum, I presume?”

Sam nodded, not trusting his voice.

"And Carrie was watching?"

Sam reddened and stammered.

“Good, good,” Mr. Jones said to Sam, his eyes glittering with malicious pleasure. “Not the last time Carrie is going to watch you suck a dick, I can personally assure you of that.”

Sam gulped.

“And did Steve introduce the new couple in his usual way?” Mr. Jones inquired, turning back to Mr. Parsons.

Sam looked confused.

Mr. Parsons chuckled. “Not exactly. After I fucked Carrie, he put Sam and Karen in the 69 and fucked her while Carrie and Gary watched them. After Sam here cleaned her up she gave him one of her absolutely killer blowjobs.”

“Hah!” Mr. Jones said, grinning. “I love that trick. His wife Sue is a hot little Asian slutwife. Shortly after his promotion, six or seven years ago now, I had invited he and his lovely bride up to my place at the shore. We had a few drinks and then she sucked his dick to get him all hot and bothered. Then I had her sit on his face while I fucked her. He alternated between sucking on my balls and licking her clitoris.”

Mr. Jones smiled as he took a stroll down a debauched memory lane.

“He cleaned her up after I dropped a huge load in her pussy, but I made her stop sucking him,” Mr. Jones continued with a laugh. “That weekend Susan was fucked all over the property by a few old friends of mine - and by me, of course. By the end of that weekend, Steve had the worst case of blueballs I could imagine. That, and a bellyful of my cum.”

He paused again. “God, I love this company!”

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Carrie felt herself relax and then tense up all over again as she thought of home, how she would make up her absence to Jack and Emily and the chores that surely needed attention. She was concerned, also, about Sam. She had greatly enjoyed herself but she needed to make sure he was doing well, too.

She had her worries on that score.

"One of the things the junior executive spouses - all the wives and Nancy Owens' husband - have been discussing is displaying some solidarity with Nancy," Karen said to Carrie once they were safely inside the limousine, their working weekend over.

"Hmmm, what?" Carrie asked, as she gazed out the window, eager to get home.

"Nancy Owens," Karen said again. "She needs some sisterly support."

"Why? I don't understand," Carrie replied. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? Nooo, not exactly," Karen answered, waggling her hand and giving a rueful smile. "But she is the only female Junior Executive. She is also young and pretty and at the constant beck and call of over a dozen horny Senior Executives and members of the Board of Directors while at work."

Carrie looked at her friend, frowning. "That sounds... difficult."

"Oh, I think it is, but it's not the sex... well that is part of it, of course; it's the fact that her work is just as important and valuable to the company as Sam and Gary’s work is. No different than the work of the other male Junior Executives. She really is extremely competent, smart, tough and hard-working, but she has many more side duties to attend to than do our husbands and the other Junior Executives with whom she is competing for promotion."

"That doesn't seem fair," Carrie said, warming to Nancy's defense.

"It's not," Karen replied. "And it’s not like the Senior Executives do not enjoy the occasional blowjob from one of their male subordinates but those times are generally not terribly often. It's generally to make a point or because he missed a sales quota or something. Nancy, on the other hand, every day at work is in at least one executive office on her knees or bent over a desk. I'm not generally interested in doing something that would harm my husband’s career, none of us ladies are, but at the same time we want to support Nancy even though she can be a bit of a bitch sometimes."

Carrie frowned as she tried to follow along.

Karen could remember her ride back home after her first working weekend with Gary and she recalled all the thoughts and emotions that had been swirling around in her mind.

“I am sorry, we do not have to talk about this now, Carrie,” Karen apologized, patting the younger woman's knee. “You need to concentrate on Sam tonight. Gary had a difficult time with The Arrangement at first. I should have paid more attention to him after the first few times I was called out, and it caused us some distress.”

Carrie looked at her friend, her brow furrowed with concern about Sam.

“I know that you had a good time this weekend. Girl to girl, I can tell when one of the wives is faking it, and you were NOT faking anything. You are wonderful to work with,” Karen said to Carrie with a warm smile. “Just make sure that you and Sam talk, and make sure that he is completely confident that he still has your heart and your love.”

“Oh, definitely he does,” Carrie said automatically.

“Well, I know that, but men are… sometimes more delicate than they like to admit,” Karen said and Carrie gave a rueful laugh in agreement.

“How did you and Gary work things out? Was there a problem?” Carrie asked. “I don’t want to pry, but… you know, I would appreciate any advice you can share.”

“Well, his first experience – similar to Sam – involved some male on male activity. You heard Mr. Parsons brag about it last night,” Karen replied. “I think a part of him enjoyed it, and it bothered him quite a lot. It was important for us to talk through that and for me to remind him that he was quite heterosexual – and that I still loved him to the ends of the earth.”

Karen tucked one elegant leg under the other and smoothed the skirt on her thighs. Her expression was pensive. “I should have done more to make him understand that he was the number one man in my life and always will be, even though he now had to share my body with his bosses and a few select clients.”

Carrie nodded thoughtfully. “Thank you. I am sure we will talk tonight, and I will make sure that we make love. It will be nice to be back in Sam’s arms for a change.”

“Oh yeah, it is nice for a change every now and again to spice things up, but making love to your husband – that is always the best,” Karen agreed, smiling at her friend. “And if Sam is anything like Gary, he is going to be so excited after this weekend that he is going to chase you around the house the rest of the week!”

The women giggled at that and fell silent, each lost in her own thoughts of concern for her children and her husband. Carrie’s mind went back to whirling through the various chores and responsibilities which had fallen away from her mind over the past weekend.

“Oh, childcare,” Carrie said abruptly after a few minutes of silence as the limousine sped them quietly towards their homes. “Is it true that Alphia Corporation provides access to some pre-school program? I overheard one of the other ladies mentioning that, I think.”

“Oh yes, it is a very exclusive school, over on Pine Street. It is very expensive because… well, you know how silly people sometimes become over their children and it has become the ‘in’ place for pre-school. It is really kind of ridiculous, but it is a very nice school. There is a waiting list to get in, but not for you and Sam.”

“Oh,” Carrie said. “It is nice to have a good school, but it makes me feel funny to have my children in such a fancy school. I came from a blue collar town, it just sounds so… unlike me.”

“Oh, I understand completely,” Karen said, “and I felt similarly, but it is run very well and you can relax and feel that your children are safe at the school. It is also a good place to start making friends with the other spouses in The Arrangement. I am going to host a coffee get together next week so you can meet the wives whose children are a little older, too, but Cindy and Marisa both have children at the school and so you will have a chance to meet them, outside of… working with them.”

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MONDAY MORNING

Carrie took Karen's advice to heart, and so even though she and Sam had made love together until late that night Carrie woke up early enough to check on the babies and return to the marital bed. She took off her nightie and shucked her panties before snuggling into Sam, who murmured a sleepy objection to her body, cold from the cool air of the morning house. Their bedroom was warm, but the hallways between the master room and the children's rooms were always cold at this time of year.

"Oh hush, sleepyhead," she said, nipping his ear and spooning up behind him. She could feel his breathing patterns change as he realized that his wife was nude.

"You were amazing last night," she whispered as she snaked a hand around him and felt his cock harden in her hands. "Mmm, you feel delicious."

"Last night was amazing," Sam agreed, happily accepting one of the best wakeup methods he could imagine. And last night had been beautiful for both of them.

"Karen told me that The Arrangement was difficult sometimes for the husband," Carrie continued, still stroking Sam's cock. "And that I should give you extra special attention. Since we are new, I am probably going to be entertaining someone today or this evening..."

She felt Sam's intake of breath coupled with the hardening of his penis in her hand. She chuckled in relief that the weekend had not caused her husband to lose interest in The Arrangement.  She kissed his ear. “Thank you for making love to me last night. You were wonderful.”

“You were fantastic,” Sam sighed as he concentrated on the pleasure his wife’s delicate touch of his now hard cock.

“I know you wanted to know about what Mr. Borges and Mr. Parsons did with... to Karen and me after you two left, and I appreciate your willingness to wait to hear about my further adventures with your bosses until this morning,” Carrie whispered in Sam’s ear.

Sam’s breath caught. Carrie giggled and kissed her husband’s neck. “Mr. Parsons and Mr. Borges were both too tired out to play anymore after you and Gary had left,” Carrie murmured in Sam’s ear. “They told us to get some sleep and to wake them in the morning.”

"I know that you were eager to hear all the details and continue the dirty talk but I needed my sweet husband to make love to me last night," Carrie explained in apology.

Carrie snuggled up behind Sam and pushed her breasts against his back. “But we can talk now … I think his exact words were: ‘You ladies go get some sleep. Wake us up tomorrow morning at 6:30, ready to fuck.’”

“Oh, wow,” Sam muttered, “those lucky bastards.”

“Oh they got lucky all right!” Carrie snickered. “We were in a suite together. Karen and I shared a king bed and they each had their own room. Karen and I showered and got ready, and then she walked nude into the adjoining room to woke up Mr. Borges and Mr. Parsons.”

"I was rearranging the pillows on the king sized bed when they returned.  Karen looked so beautiful, so willowy and beautiful, and Mr. Parsons and Mr. Borges - Mr. Borges particularly - looking so large and masculine. She was holding each of their hands. The men were wearing long, white robes with the hotel logo on the chest."

Sam sighed and trembled at her words and the gentle touch of her soft hands on his hard penis.

"They stopped in the doorway, and the light from the adjoining room lit them from behind,” Carrie said, recalling the scene. She wriggled up against her husband as she felt her pussy moistening. She stopped fondling Sam for a moment so that he could turn to face his wife. She kissed him and pulled her husband's strong arms around her so that he could squeeze her ass.

"Oh yeah, I love your hands on me," she murmured into Sam's ear. "As much as I enjoy this Arrangement, I always love you and your body. Other... playing around is really fun but nothing compares to my husband and love of my life."

“Oh, I love you too,” Sam said, “but come on! What happened next?”

Certain that she had her husband's undivided attention, she stroked Sam's balls with gentle fingers and continued teasing her trembling and lust-crazed husband. “They just stared at me. I could see them getting all horny. It made me blush, even after everything that had… happened the day before. Everything sort of stood still until Mr. Borges gave Karen a smack on her ass and she approached me.”

"Oh wow, that is so hot," Sam murmured, reveling in the excitement and emotions flowing through him. His wife's breasts were deliciously soft against his chest and Carrie was stroking his hard cock as she whispered into his ear.

He moaned in happiness and closed his eyes to better imagine the scene. "What were you wearing?" he asked.

"What was I wearing?" Carrie asked rhetorically in a throaty chuckle. "Nothing.  I followed Mr. Borges' instruction to his little hot wives for the weekend.  Karen and I were naked and 'ready to fuck'."

She paused to let that information sink in. Sam panted, his body hard against her and his cock a rock in her hands, if a rock were ever trembling and slippery with precum.

 “She told me that they wanted me to return the favor,” Carrie continued.  “I didn't know what that meant until she arranged the pillows on the bed to her liking and held her arms out to me. We kissed, and I could hear the guys talking about us. It was very exciting!”

Carrie sighed. “Karen is a great kisser. Her lips are so soft, and her body was so soft and feminine in my arms. We kissed each other for almost a minute. Her tongue was in my mouth and she fondled my ass as I held her face in my hands as we kissed.”

Sam gave a strained chuckle. “You devil-woman! You are drawing this out, aren’t you?”

Carrie giggled but continued quickly so as not to torture her poor husband too much. “Karen stopped kissing me to tell me that they wanted to see me make love to her,” Carrie whispered into her husband’s ear as she brought her other hand down and fondled his balls, “and she pushed me down her body. I kissed her neck and down to her chest as I fondled her beautiful breasts.”

“Oh man! I wish I had seen that!”

“Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Borges and Mr. Parsons drop their robes as they watched Karen and me and so I stopped sucking on her nipples and kissed my way down her belly. She spread her legs and pulled my face to her pussy,” Carrie breathed. “I was folded up between her legs eating her pussy but I could hear them talking behind me, so I lifted up my hips and spread my legs for them. I was so hot that I was hoping one of them would fuck me like that, but they didn’t.”

“Really? What the heck? I would have!” Sam exclaimed.

“Oh, don't worry, they got there! Just not right away," Carrie giggled, snuggling her husband's neck. "For the moment they just teased me. I could feel their strong hands on my back and my butt, and they fondled my breasts but they left  my pussy alone while I licked and suck Karen’s sweet pussy until she came.”

“Then they grabbed us and yanked us into position. Mr. Borges grabbed my leg and turned me over. He was inside of me almost immediately, it was exciting.”

“I could see and hear as Mr. Parsons climbed onto Karen and just started fucking her hard because she just loves that,” Carrie said.

“Once Mr. Borges was inside of me he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. He took me gently and powerfully, and his cock felt so thick and delicious inside me.”

In his mind’s eye, Sam could see the ladies, their slender arms around the man on top of her and pulling him close as he took his pleasure inside her. He groaned, his mind racing. He felt a surge of incredible anxiety, lust and humiliation, all at the same time.

“He kissed me and probed my mouth with his tongue even as he penetrated me with his penis. He rocked back and forth, taking me deeper each time and I wrapped my legs and arms around him to pull him even deeper. He must have felt me almost orgasm because all of a sudden he plunged as deep as he could inside me and stopped.”

“I looked up at him in surprise, and he leaned back so he could see me. His eyes were wide and his muscles were tensed and I could feel his hard, thick cock inside me. It felt divine.”

“‘It is 7:45 in the morning,’” he growled at me. “‘Tomorrow, at work, I want your husband to find me and tell me exactly what he was doing at 7:45 this morning while I fucked his slutwife.”

“Oh fuck,” Sam breathed, shocked despite himself. He grabbed his wife and pulled her too him in a hug. “That is so fucking hot… I was packing up to get ready to leave, but… was he better than me?”

She kissed her husband. “You have nothing to worry about, my love. Mr. Borges is a fantastic lover but you are my love, for now and forever and you are the best. Always.”

Sam felt some anxiety release from him. “Good! That makes this even hotter. I may be a crazy pervert something, but I love hearing how the men enjoyed their corporate whores for the weekend.”

“Do you want to hear more now?” Carrie asked, grinning at him.

“Oh my God! Don’t stop you witchy woman!”

“I looked him in the eye and said, ‘I will, now fuck me please!’ And then he wrapped me up again and fucked me entirely for his own pleasure. I moaned and groaned as he took me and then he came in me for the second time that weekend.”

“After he finished cumming, he rolled off of me and I thought everything was over,” Carrie said to her husband.

“Really? There is more?” Sam asked in amazement.

Carrie told her husband to roll over and Sam quickly obliged, lying on his back. Carrie stretched, allowing the morning light to play over her toned body, and then she climbed on top of him to sit on his thighs.

She leaned down and kissed his nipples and then leaned back up and cupped his testicles as she slowly jacked him.

“Uummm,” Sam groaned in appreciation. He was close to the edge again and his cock was oozing precum.

“Enjoying yourself?” Carrie asked with a bright smile.

“Yes! Are you?”

“H-hmm,” Carrie said. “I love teasing you and pleasing you.”

The couple was quiet for a brief while as Carrie continued to stroke and tease her husband’s penis. Sam, for his part, continued to lie back and enjoy the feel of Carrie’s hands upon him as he tried to visualize the morning’s hijinks.

“Mr. Parsons told me to tell you that he kept his promise,” Carrie said to her husband with a grin.

Sam’s eyes snapped open.

Carrie snickered.  “Mr. Borges pointed and I saw Mr. Parsons standing with Karen at his feet, sucking his balls. Mr. Parsons told me to get over to him and to suck him off.”

“That is so hot.”

“Oh yes,” Carrie agreed, laying herself down onto her husband. She loved the feel of her breasts as they squashed against his firm chest. She kissed him, and their tongues battled, and then she kissed her way down to his ear. “He made Karen and me kneel in front of him,” Carrie breathed into her husband’s ear. “Karen licked his balls while I sucked on his cock. I could taste Karen and his pre-cum. It did not take long before he groaned and his cock jumped as he spurted into my mouth.”

“Holy shit, you are hot,” Sam croaked, sounding even to himself now like a broken record.

“You liked hearing that, huh?” Carrie said, chuckling at the obviousness of her question. “That’s good, because it is apparently going to happening A LOT. At least at first.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Carrie responded.  “Part of the reason that the Alphia Corporation children go to the school on Pine Street is so they know when the wives are free of childcare obligations.  Karen told me that they senior executives draw straws to see the order of who gets to fuck the new junior executive wife.”

“Oh my God, really?” The note of eager excitement was not lost on either of them.

“Really,” Carrie reassured him, bending down to rub her nose on his. “Every day, between the hours of 10:30 to 1:30, when Jack and Emily are safely at school, one of the senior executives – or more if the executive for the day feels like sharing – will be in your home, in our bed, and in your wife.”

"You like to hear that I will be screwing your boss today, don't you?" Carrie whispered in her husband's ear.

"Oh yeah, I really do," Sam said, imagining his wife enjoying herself as another man plundered her body for their mutual pleasure. He turned to face Carrie. "You'll tell me all about it, right?" he asked eagerly.

"Of course I will, sweetie," Carrie answered. She gave her husband a kiss. "But this morning I want to make love to you again, before you go off to work."

"Oh, awesome!" Sam said rolling over onto his wife.

"But I'm a little bit sore," Carrie said, halting him with a hand on his chest, “and I have to be ready for my first houseguest later today.”

"Oh," Sam said as he stopped, clearly disappointed and a little hurt.

"What I was wondering was whether you would enjoy a blowjob to start your day?" Carrie asked sweetly, sliding the sheet down so that she could more easily access her husband's cock.

Sam laughed happily. "That'd be great!"

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and Carrie scrambled off the bed and down on the floor. She folded herself up between his legs and eagerly sucked the head of her husband's penis into her mouth. "You won’t be the last, but I figured that you would like to be the first man whose cock I suck today."

Carrie set to suckling on his hard penis as she gently massaged his testicles.

"Oh fuck, you are so good," Sam said, one hand behind her head and the other roaming across her breasts.

"He is so excited already," she thought to herself as she slurped away. "I bet I can do even better."

She kissed his penis and looked up at Sam. He opened his eyes to look down at her. "Don't forget, you and Gary need to pick a day this weekend evening when we have to entertain Gary and Karen."

"Okay,” Sam said breathlessly.

“Their kids are in high school and can come over here and babysit Jack and Emily while we go over to their house to play.”

Carrie smiled up at him. "Karen told me she thought you were really cute. She asked me if she could sleep with you. I told her that since Gary was going to have me, she could have you while you watched me and Gary."

"Whoa," Sam said, his skills at repartee departing him entirely as he imagined the two wives being mounted by each other's husband.

"You'd better be ready to please her well, because I am going to fuck Gary's brains out." Carrie chuckled as she slipped the head of Sam's cock into her mouth again. From his reaction it was obvious that the dirty thought of his wife with Gary turned him on.

She bent back to her task and sucked her husband again, and he moaned his pleasure, his hand back to her breasts.

"I love you," he murmured.

She stopped again as he was building towards release and gave him a grin as she stroked his hard cock, slippery with her saliva.

"So today, it's certain that I will be 'entertaining' one of your bosses, sweetie. Maybe more." Carrie grinned brightly up at her husband, and kissed his penis. "Do you want me to call you to tell you who it was who fucked your wife? Or should I wait until you get home?"

"Oh my God!" Sam exclaimed, passion and lust rushing through his body. He pulled her head down to him again and thrust up into her mouth. Carrie gagged slightly, but then matched his rhythm.

Sam groaned in disappointment as Carrie pulled her head off his cock, but his disappointment was only temporary as she bent down to lick and suck at his testicles. She could taste the precum leaking from him as she licked and nibbled her way up the underside of him, saving the flavor. He was trembling and she smiled around the cock in her mouth.

And then Carrie took to her task and sucked him hard, up and down, her saliva making her hand slippery on her cock as she pumped his shaft and stroked his testicles. She could feel Sam harden in her hand and mouth. When the hand tangled in her hair tightened, and pulled aggressively on the back of her head she knew that he was right on the edge.

She twisted away and Sam made an inarticulate sound full of disappointment and passion.

"Just one more thing, and then I will finish," she said, looking up at him again.

"Oh my God. What?" Sam complained.

"On Thursday evening, Mr. Borges is going to come over for drinks after dinner," Carrie said. "And I think, if what Karen has told me is true, that on Thursday evening we are BOTH going to be busy."

"Just fucking suck my dick already, please?" Sam begged. "Oh my God you are such a tease. I love you, but I need to cum so bad!"

Carrie let him pull her head back down to his penis, and she sucked it hard into her mouth, worked it as far into her throat as she could, and then commenced to an up and down motion, sucking the head, rubbing the sensitive underside of his cock as she fondled his balls. Sam grabbed her head, too concentrated on his own need to allow her any opportunity to stop again. He grunted as he felt his balls start to release and barked a sound as he started to ejaculate into his wife's mouth.

Carrie gave a little 'huff' sound as the first jet of Sam's jism hit her mouth, but she continued to suck him through the ejaculation until he collapsed back on the bed, spent and exhausted. She swallowed the sperm in her mouth and crawled up next to her loving husband. He cuddled her into him as his body came down from an enormous orgasm.