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Getting My Senior Executive Wife Into A Little Bit Of A Situation Part 2

If you haven’t read Part 1, you really need to for any of this to make sense.

I was sitting in on our living room couch, my hands on top of my head, watching Elsa pace the floor, back and forth. Her hands were also on top of her head, as she walked a wagon rut into our carpet, back and forth, back and forth. Her suitcase and briefcase from her weekend corporate conference still sitting by the door where she dropped them. I watched her pacing for a bit, until she stopped, turning on me again.

“Ok, so you are positive that’s what he said, exactly how he said it” she inquired.

“Yes, hon, I’ve told you, exactly” I said for the fifth time.

She began pacing again, muttering a little to herself. We’d been at this for a bit. She stopped again, walking to stand before me, hands on hips. She is so fucking hot when hyper-focused, I thought.

“That fucker. That power hungry….son of a…..he just wants to stick his cock in me to claim his little trophy bitch……bah”, she started wringing her hands. She never wrings her hands. She took a deep breath, calming herself. She walked to her briefcase, picking it up and setting in on the coffee table, sitting next to me and rummaging through some papers.

“Ok,” she continued, “so, Roger met with me for a half hour before the cocktail reception last night, and told me that he and Bill will be formally offering me the CEO spot. I thought all this shit was past us, until Roger said there was only one ‘detail’ Bill wanted to ‘iron out to with me’ before finalizing my contract. Said he would talk timing at the special Board dinner they’ve called. Here, this is the offer”, handing me a sheet of paper.

My eyes bulged out at all the damn zeros. Perks, corporate plane, driver, country club membership, staff selections, etc. Damn.

“I thought it was done, but now this….” She trailed off, standing up again and starting to pace in the wagon rut.

I sat back watching her pace, absently holding onto the paper, when she whirled on me and clapped, bringing me out of my trance. I dropped the paper.

“I know what to do. I’ve got to make a call…..” She pulled her phone out of her ass pocket, “and we need to talk about tomorrow nights dinner. Don’t go anywhere, stay put” and walked through the kitchen and out the back door.

That next afternoon I was back from the job site at 5pm, like she wanted. I walked into the bathroom and heard her in the shower. I knew we were going to “the fanciest place” for dinner, so I went to my closet and got the one sport coat I own and the one tie. I walked back out holding them when she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, hair also in a towel, and saw me holding the entirety of my fancy wardrobe collection.

“No, Jack, this is the big time. CEO, man. Gonna have to up your game” she finished as she walked in her closet, then bringing out a black clothes bag, a shoe bag and a small sack. I followed her into the bedroom.

She laid them on the bed, said “get dressed” and went back in the bathroom, taking off her towel in time for me to get a peek at her phenomenal ass before disappearing around the corner. I’m easily distracted.

I unzipped the bag. Holy shit. I pulled out a sharp gray suit with white pocket square, white shirt, bright blue tie. Shoe bag had some badass brown shoes that got darker toward the toe. The sack had cufflinks, belt, socks. I put them all on, and checked myself out in the mirror across the bed. Man, I looked sharp as hell. I combed my hair back a bit. Finger guns at myself in the mirror.

“Everything fit?” She yelled from the bathroom.

“Like a glove, kitten. Damn, I could pass for a smart fella from your world.”

She leaned out of the bathroom door in lace bra and panties, her hair still up in a towel, makeup brush in hand. Damn, she is so hot.

“Damn, Jack. I don’t recognize you” she said as she smiled, walking toward me. “Fucking A, dude. You’re hot a shit.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess?”

She picked up a box off the mantle and walked it over, saying “all you need now is this,” opening the box and bringing out a big ass wristwatch. It looked expensive, lots of buttons and metal. She placed it around my wrist, adjusting the band. It felt heavy. Fancy. She looked up at me, smiling, then grabbed the watch and looked at the time. I was staring at her tits. Easily distracted.

“Yeah, we have time,” she said slowly, walking around to the side of the bed opposite the mirror, laying down forward toward the mirror, her cleavage bared, her ass hanging off the end of he bed.

“Bring your GQ cock over here, Mr. Executive,” reaching back and pulling her thong to the side. I raced around behind her, my new shoes slipping on the rug. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, standing behind this vixen bent over holding her thong aside. She was watching us in the mirror as well, as I pulled my cock out of my new gray suit-pants and, finding her hole, slid it in. I started pumping in and out, grabbing her hips for leverage. She took the towel off of her head and tossed it back to me.

“Don’t get anything on that new suit.”

With my cock insider her, I dropped the pants all the way down, stuffing the towel underneath her mons, and grabbed her hips. She was holding her head up on her elbows, watching a sharp looking cat in a new gray suit and blue tie fuck her from behind. As my pace quickened, my cock slamming in and out of her pussy, she lowered her head, focusing on the feeling of my cock inside her. She was getting wetter by the second. The guy in the mirror looked happy, with his blue tie flapping about. I like watching us fuck in the mirror.

“Oh, fuck, Jack. Mmmmmm, that feels wonderful. Harder……harder.”

“Yes, my queen.”

My hips were popping against her ass, my cock a ram rod in her canal. She starting moaning louder, and louder, when she suddenly pushed her chest off the bed, back on her feet, pressing back against my thrusts, and letting out a gutteral cry in rhythm with the slap, slap, slap of me fucking her hard. I tensed up myself, feeling my nuts tighten and blowing my loud of warm cum deep inside her hole.

“The towel, Jack, don’t make a mess….” She breathed.

I used the towel to make sure I caught everything, and I cleaned her up with it. She stood, turned and kissed me deeply, then ran into the bathroom to continue getting dressed.

I was downstairs having a glass of wine when she came around the corner in a blue dress, low cut and a diamond neckless plunging into her cleavage. She is a knockout, I thought, how did I end up with her?

“You match my tie,” I observed.

She grinned and shook her head as she walked up to me, kissed me again, and said, “I still feel your come oozing out of me. Had to wear a pad” and laughed. My cock twinged.

“You will need this,” she said, placing two objects in my jacket pocket, “do not let anyone else see you give it to her. I need her distracted when I get Bill off to the side after dinner. This has got to work.”

I gave her a crisp salute, feeling the objects a little heavy in the pocket. Hoo boy, this is going to be fun.

We drove in her G Wagon (my not the old Dodge? Ha!) and pulled up the restaurant, where young valet attendees raced around taking keys. One opened the door for her, offering her a hand as she got out. He stood watching her ass walk all the way into the restaurant, where two more gents opened the doors for her, watching her ass pass just as intently. The first young man finally broke his trance and made it around to me. I winked and tossed him the keys.

We were a tad early, so I headed to the bar, following the tinkling of a piano. Elz was already seated at the bar, three guys surrounding her. Never takes long, I thought.

“Careful guys, she’s fired more people than you’ve ever known in your entire life” I said, arriving to stand behind Elz.

She turned and playfully punched me in the chest, “Oh stop, Jack. We’ve got to dial it up a bit here” as the would be suitors melted into the crowded bar.

We both nursed a whiskey while we waiting when I felt a small, smooth hand fill my left hand from behind.

“Working man’s hands, in a rich man’s suit,” Sheila said. I turned to see her in a floor length maroon dress, her hair done up fancy-like, blinding diamonds around her neck and dangling from her ears. I kissed her on the cheek, reaching out to shake Chairman Bill Johnson’s hand. “Sheila….Bill”. Elsa got up and kissed Sheila on the cheek as well, then Bill. I noticed Bill’s hand a little low on her back. Bill said something in Elsa’s ear and she giggled, covering her mouth, then mouthing “Thank you.”

We walked toward the private room, Bill walking and chatting with Elsa, Sheila and I behind. We entered to find the rest of the board were all in the room, wine glasses in hand. As Bill and Elz waded into them, I pulled Sheila back by the arm and spun her around while all attention was on the big wigs. Reaching into my pocket, with Sheila blocking the view of anyone who might glance our way, I pulled out a small butt plug and discreetly placed it into Sheila’s hands. She looked down in surprise, and looked up smiling. “You dog!” she whispered.

“Don’t you think you should go to the ladies room to, uh, powder your nose?” I suggested. Grinning, she slipped it into her clutch and, patting me on the chest, walked past.

We all sat down at the long table, Bill across from Roger, Elsa next to Roger and me next to Elsa. “Where’s Shiela gone off to now?” Bill asked, motioning to the empty chair beside him.

“Powder her nose, I think,” I said.

The dinner began and Sheila finally made it back, sitting next to Bill across from Elsa. Servers started handing out Champagne to everyone. One handed Sheila a glass and she looked down, glancing sideways at me, smiling, and wiggled a little in her seat. I reached into my coat pocket, turning the thumb wheel on the remote all the way up, and pressed the button. Sheila jumped in her seat, bumping the table, and yelped. A little Champagne had landed on Bill.

Bill turned to her, a little annoyed having been interrupted, asking “what is wrong?”

She patted him on the arm, said something low to him, and he turned back to his conversation. She glanced at me again, smiling, placing a stray strand of hair back behind her ear.

After much bloviating at the table and the meal complete, Roger stood up clinking his glass with a knife.

“Everyone, it is my honor to welcome Elsa and Jack to this Board reception. We have finalized all but one issue of her contract, a small one mind you, and are confident it will be completed over the weekend. I introduce you to our next CEO, Elsa [last name, you know…], to be announced formally on Monday at the office.”

Everyone applauded and she stood, commanding the room. I took the opportunity to give Sheila another zap. Yelp. Bump. Elsa thanked Roger for his tenure, best on his retirement, talked on about this and that, future, blah, blah, all eyes glued on her, including young Sheila. I could tell she was in awe. After Elz finished, another round of applause. Zap. Yelp. Bump. I was having fun. Ha. I decided to turn the wheel down half way out of mercy.

All were intermingling after the dinner, most leaving, when Elsa took Bill to the end of the room for a chat. Sheila came over to me, smiling.

“I’m keeping it” she said, with a wiggle.

“You go right ahead,” I replied, sipping my port.

“Give me the remote,” placing a hand out.

“Nope, that’s mine” I said with a wink, sipping again, reaching in and pressing the button. Zap.

“Mmmmmmmm” She smiled. “Bill says you two are coming over Saturday for, ahhhh, negotiations of that last pesky detail on her contract.”

“Looks that way,” I said, watching Elsa nod at something Bill said, then lean in close to whisper something in his ear. He frowned, nodded twice, turned to look at her, in a bit of a shock. She said something else, poking her index finger into his chest, then clapped him on the shoulder in finale. He smiled and shook her hand determinately. She wheeled to me and made the “let’s go” thumb.

I kissed Sheila on the cheek and said “I look forward to our negotiations”, and offering an arm to Elsa, turned to walk out, reaching in my pocket to hit the button one more time.

Saturday evening we drove to Bill’s mansion in her G wagon. She was nervous, I could tell. Maybe not nervous, per se, game ready with anticipation. She was wearing her power suit and heels. A deadly combo. I was in a new sport coat and slacks, and the fancy ass watch. Damn, its heavy. We made our way through the gate and around the two fountains (why two? Elsa commented) when we arrived at the front. I helped Elsa, and her large leather tote, out of the wagon, and the butler had the door open before we made it up the marble steps. He led us into a large multi-chandelier dining room, where he sat us. Bill and Sheila came in shortly after, making greetings and cheek kisses, eventually settling across from us, Bill across from Elsa, I noted. Dinner was served and we chatted about this and that. After the plates were cleared away and cocktails were almost gone, I reached into my sport coat pocket, thumbed the remote up full blast, and hit the button. Sheila jumped and yelped, bumping the table and spilling the last of her cocktail on the table. I knew she would wear it.

Bill laughed and clapped, “She told me what you did,” wagging a finger at me. “Clever, your husband” he said to Elsa, who was smiling at him.

“This looks like a good time for the four of us to retire to, ahhh, finish our last bit of negotiations, eh?” he said, winking at me.

Elsa stood up quickly, taking control as she usually does, saying, “No, Bill. Not the four of us. The two of us. I’ve come to do what you’ve asked, but it will be me and you,” she said, pointing at herself and then him. “I’m sure Sheila can find a way to keep Jack entertained while we….negotiate.”

With that she picked up her tote, and waving him out the door, which he complied, followed him into the living room. Sheila clapped.

“Oh, she’s is so in charge. You must love that” Sheila remarked.

“Come on, I want to get my cock in you,” I said, walking around the table, taking her hand and walking her out the door. She squealed again as I hit the button again.

We got to the living room to see Bill escorting Elsa down the left hall. Sheila pulled my hand and said, “the study is this way.”

“I don’t want the study, I want the big man’s office,” which drew a giggle.

We walked to the back hall and into his big office. I closed the door, sitting in his big leather chair behind his desk.

“I’m the Chairman, now” I said, unbuckling my pants. She ran over, dropped to her knees in front of me, taking over. She pulled my cock out and greedily began licking the shaft. I looked left on the desk, finding the camera controls. Good thing I had installed a bunch of these. I pulled up the camera system on the big screen TV, and stopped all recordings. Sheila had my cock in her mouth, purring and flicking her tongue all around it. Damn it felt good. I then erased all DVR recordings on the system. All of them. Took a minute. She began tugging my pants down, so I lifted my ass up a bit and she got them down, taking them completely off one leg at a time. Then, out of curiosity, I found the Master Bedroom Camera. Audio on. Sheila was really sucking my cock in earnest, slurping and sucking. I placed my left hand on her head as she bobbed up and down my cock. The bedroom popped up on the screen looking from the corner of the room next to the master bed, with Bill standing in the middle of the room on a Grizzly Bear rug (head and all), a large mantled fireplace behind him, and Elsa just standing inside the doorway to the right, door closed behind her. She held her tote in front of her with both hands.

“Elsa, I want you to know….” Bill began. Elsa put her hand up, stopping him, placing her tote down, opening it and reaching in, pulling something out. She held it in her teeth as she pulled back her hair with both hands, making a high pony tail then pulling a band off of her wrist and making the pony tail tight. Then she placed the mask over her head, a half-cat mask that stopped above her mouth, leather it seemed, with pointy ears. She was zipping up the back below her pony tail.

“I’m Electra, Billy boy. And you have been a very naughty young man” she said, taking off her jacket, then unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it to the floor. She was wearing a black leather pushup bra.

Sheila heard the sound coming from the TV, stopped sucking my cock and was peering over the top of the desk at it. She was still stroking me, slowly.

Elsa, err, Electra, unbuttoned her suit pants and dropped them, stepping out of them in her black heels, revealing a leather thong. Damn, she looked good. And the TV was 4K, I could see everything, the ripple of her abs, the muscles flexing in her thighs, the bright red of her lipstick.

She walked to the mantle, took out a few more things, placing them on the mantle, and then put her tote up there as well.

Unfortunately, for my last act of service, I was instructed to turn off all the cameras and TVs in the mansion, which I did with a click.

“Awwww,” said Sheila, “that looked like fun.”

“You know what is fun,” I said, finding the remote again in my pocket and pressing the button. Sheila squealed. I noticed that whiskey bottle we drank was behind her, and reached to pick it up. 50 year vintage?!? Damn, I thought, popping the cork and taking a swig and setting it on the desk. I picked Sheila up, taking her to the couch where I had fucked her before, and sat her down. I got on my knees, lifting her skirt up, revealing her pussy. I held her legs up with my hands, and dove down into her folds. My tongue found her hole, flicking around it and her clit, to her sounds of delight. I nibbled on her labia, and she grabbed my head in her hands. I dropped her left leg over my right shoulder, reached into my coat pocket and found the remote. The butt plug hung there below her pussy, and I pressed the button. It let out a roaring vibration.

“Unnngggg” she moaned. I swiveled her to the left, placing her fully on the couch, pulling her skirt all the way up. Holding the remote, I took my jacket and shirt off, tossing them aside. She reached up for me, and I lowered myself onto her, guiding my cock into her now familiar pussy. Yep, wet as can be. My cock slipped in easily and, my hands supporting me next to each side of her head, I began pumping my cock into her in earnest, thinking about what I was missing a wing over from us. I held the remote in my hand, and pressed it again. She moaned as I felt the vibration on my cock, deep inside of her. I kept hitting the button while fucking her. I pulled out and got her to roll over, reinserting my cock into her, pressing the butt plug in with my left thumb, and pressing the button with my right. It vibrated again, and I was surprised by the force. No wonder she jumped every time. She lowered her head to the coach, as I rammed my cock into her harder, slap, slap, slap, slap. She reached back and grabbed my left wrist, holding on as I rocked her back and forth. Zap, slap, zap, slap. She was squealing so loudly that I was sure someone else could hear it. Finally I felt my balls tighten and I blew my load deep inter her canal, ramming each squirt home, burying her into the couch. The butt plug now on full, continuous vibrate.

I collapsed on top of her, forcing her flat on the couch, my cock still deep in her and the vibrator roaring. I found the remote and turned it off. We lay there, her right hand grabbing behind her and clutching the back of my neck. I’m much taller so the back of her head was just under my chin. She rolled her hips, feeling my cock inside her. After I knew I had emptied out my cock into her, I got up, sitting back on the couch, spent. She spun around and took my softening cock in her mouth, licking up all the come and juices, until they were all gone. She then nuzzled up under my right arm, resting her head on my chest. We sat there like that, still basking in the after glow for, well, I don’t know how long.

I may have been drifting off, when the office door opened slightly and Elsa whispered, “Ok, let’s go.” I got up, got dressed, Sheila stood and I gave her a kiss. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed her lips and tongue into mine with surprising strength. I tossed her the butt plug remote. Elsa and I then headed out the door and home.

You’d think I would have been disappointed at not seeing the activities that occurred in Chairman Bill Johnson’s bedroom. Well, in fact, I did see them. You see, the tote bag Elz put on the mantle had a hidden camera. She recorded everything once it was placed up there. This is what happened.

“Electra” pickup up a riding crop, walking slowly toward Bill.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Billy.” She said, slowly. He went to approach her, but she swatted his hand with the crop.

“Ow,” he said, laughing.

“Take off all your clothes. Now.” He complied, standing their naked, his cock growing. She walking around him, rubbing the crop along his skin as she circled him.

She purred, slowly, “Electra wants you to sit on the bench at the foot of your bed. You hands must stay on top of your head. And you can….not…..move. Be very still. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Electra.” Bill said, nearly leaping onto the bench, placing his hands on his head. Man she looked so fucking fine in that cat mask.

She walked up to him, getting down on her knees, running the riding crop down his chest, and flicking his cock with it. She grabbed his cock, lowering her head toward it, her tongue reaching out and barely touching the tip. He was trying to thrust up, but she swatted his calf. He sat still. She barely licked the tip of his cock.

“Who is this Elsa bitch you mentioned earlier, Billy?” Now kissing the tip of his cock, her tongue circling the head.

“Oooooh,” his eyes shut tight, a look of almost pain on his face.” A lady at the office, Electra.”

Smack. She licked the head of his cock, then up and down his shaft. “What does she do, Billy?” Smack. Her head bobbed down, taking his cock in her mouth.

“Ooooo hooo,” he stuttered, “she is taking over for Roger, Electra. She is going to do great things as CEO.”

Electra stood up, turning around facing away from him on the bench, pulling her leather thong aside, and bending over all the way forward. His view must have been awesome. She sat lightly on his lap, smacking him when he took a hand off his head. He quickly replaced it. She rubbed around lightly on his cock, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she kept herself steady.

“What does she have to do to become CEO, Billy?” Electra purred.

Her pussy was on top of his cock, and she lightly lowered herself a fraction, then back up, then down, then up, teasing Bill relentlessly. The camera view from the mantle was amazing.

“Oh my Lord,” Bill cried through gritted teeth, “It’s maddening.”

She let the tip pop into her pussy, then back out.

“What does she have to do to become CEO, Billy?” She asked again, slowly.

“Oh, come one, now, lower yourself, I want my cock in you!” Bill pleaded. She stood quickly, whirling on him.

“Get up, stand up, now.” He did. “Turn around and bend over the bed.” He did.

She walked over, got something off of the mantle, lubed it up, and, spreading his ass cheeks, placed the butt plug at his asshole and worked it in.

“Ooo oooo oooo ooooo” he stuttered, almost like he was in both pain and pleasure. It was finally all the way in, and she held the remote in her hand, activating it. I could hear the vibration easily. He kicked his legs a bit. She smacked his ass with the crop.

“That was for not listening to Electra” she purred. “Go lay on the rug, now. And be still with your arms above you. No touching.”

As he turned and waddled over, his cock waving back and forth as he shuffled, she smacked his ass with the riding crop again, causing a yelp. He laid down on the rug.

She pulled off her thong underwear and her leather bra, tossing them behind her. Fuck, she is gorgeous, standing there naked in high heels and a cat mask, holding that riders crop. She walked over placing her heels on either side of his head. He was looking up at her honey pot.

“If you are not going to talk, maybe you can make use of that mouth,” and squatted onto his face. He began licking and tonguing her folds and clit. She rocked slowly back and force, rubbing her pussy on his face. He was moving his head around, licking around her asshole, her pussy, everywhere. Then she stood up, as he laid there licking his lips.

She placed herself over his cock, and got down on her knees riding him. She reached back and placed the tip of his cock at her wet entrance. He started to thrust, but she smacked his thigh, and he laid still. She moved the head of his cock around her entrance. She left it just slightly in, wiggling her hips around again, teasing his cock, then stopped.

“What does she have to do to become CEO, Billy?” She asked slowly, for a third time.

“She has to fuck me. Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!” Bill exclaimed.

Else lowered herself fully onto his cock, and he moaned out loud. She then pulled back up on her knees and his cock fell out.

“Like that, Billy?”

“Yes, yes, oh God, yes! Like that! Like that!” He breathed, almost like he was whimpering.

She placed the head of his cock back at her pussy, let the tip enter a little, then held it there.

“Like this, Billy?” She asked again.

“Mmmmmm hmmmmmm” he moaned, biting his lip. She lowered herself fully on his cock again, then slowly, ever so slowly back up until it flopped out again.

“Ohhhh, this is killing me….” He whined.

“Electra loves these stories. They turn me on, Billy. Have any other women had to do……this.” She said, placing the head of his cock just back inside her cunt, and stopping.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he said, Many, many…..oh fuck. Fuck me.”

“Who else, Billy?” She asked, dropping fully down on his cock and back up again, his cock flopping out. “A good fuck for each name, Billy” she said, rubbing the riders crop on his chest.

“Nancy at [company], Laura at [company], Amanda at [non-profit], Ellen at [university]…” Bill was moaning. Electra was dropping fully onto his cock with every name muttered, grinding her hips.

“….Moana at [company] 6 years ago. Cynthia at [start up company] 8 years ago and….annnnddd…..oh oh…..Barbara at [start up company] 9 years ago……ohhhh” he moaned with every thrust.

“That’s all, Billy?” Electra inquired, fully sitting on his cock, slowly grinding back and forth.

“Yes, yes, that’s all. That’s all.” He panted.

She got up, turned around on and got on all fours.

“And this whore named Elsa at [company]?” she asked, waving him to get up.

“Yes, yes, my next CEO trophy, a prime piece of ass…..” he said. Scrambling up onto his knees, he placed his cock in her, and started fucking her from behind in earnest, slap, slap, slap, slap. Electra grabbed the remote, hitting the button. Bill, pent up from Electra’s work, immediately came inside her. She pulled forward, his cock falling out while still shooting ropes of come. Electra stood, grabbed a pair of black panties and put them on. Then she grabbed her tote, the camera view whirling, until settling on Bill. Bill was laying on the bear rug, arms and legs at odd angles, breathing heavily, come dripping down his shaft onto his stomach. You could hear “Electra” getting dressed and shoving stuff into the Tote.

“Oh my, Electra, you really are…” you start to hear, but Elsa shut the camera off.

Fast forward a few months later, my now CEO wife is laying next to me in bed, gently rubbing my softening cock, basking in the afterglow of another evening of great sex. Oh, no, not the CEO of that company. You see, that call she made after pacing in the living room was to her competitor, a smaller firm that had been chasing her for a while. She decided to cut a deal with them. Not as lucrative, but still a bunch more zeros than I can count. And she’s slowly growing the company while the other one is a complete mess. That tote video showing a masked lady named “Electra” getting a great confession out of Former Chairman Bill Johnson, just happened to find its way, anonymously, to a few board members on, oh, every one of the companies, universities, non-profits, and start ups that Bill Johnson served on the board of or was a major backer. Yeah, they didn’t like that one bit. So many, many lawsuits and legal entanglements. I had asked Elz why she let that turd fuck her at the end after she had all the goods on him. Of course, my Executive Wife had her reasons, two reasons in fact. First, Bill had to think it was a finished deal. Can’t do that if she ran out the door without him finishing. It was going to take her time to make all the necessary arrangements once she had the video confession. Second, she wanted some of his DNA, in case she needed it. Turns out she hasn’t, so far. He’s been good and ruined without it. It’s a trophy in a jar, if you will.

The light in the bathroom clicked off and a cat-mask-wearing Sheila came bounding into bed with Elsa and I. She divorced Bill, and, even though they had a prenup, she was able to take half after agreeing to sign an NDA. She’s now a regular fuck buddy of ours. Leroy, my college buddy from an earlier story, just left after the four of us fucked these girls brains out all evening, switching back and forth. My cock is spent. Sheila snuggled in under one arm, placing a hand on my cock as well. Elsa nestled under my other arm, closing their eyes for a nice rest. I laid there, with two beautiful sets of tits resting agains my ribs, a happy dude. I realized I still had that heavy ass fancy watch on, and took it off, tossing across the room onto the floor. If it breaks, oh well, I can afford another one.