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Getting my Senior Executive wife into a little bit of auhsituation - part 1

My name is Jack, and I’m a carpenter. A good one, I think. My wife, Elsa, who I call Elz, is a Senior Executive at a big firm in the city. She’s corporate America, and I build things with my hands. I make some money, she makes all the money. You may have read my exploits where I “turned the tables on my executive wife”. Well, it opened up a new world for the both of us. However, because of Elsa’s work, we have to be very, very discreet. I'll share some of those soon. It’s been challenging, but we’ve navigated it pretty well, until recently. Hoo boy, did we get into a pickle. Here’s that story.

I got off the phone, still surprised at what I just heard, and went to look for Elz. She was in the garage working out. I opened the door and caught her mid-squad, a bar full of weights on her back. Man, I need to find whoever invented yoga pants and thank them. Dayum, she looked good. She placed the bar of the rack, grabbed a towel and turned around, wiping the sweat off her neck and face, looking at me, wondering why I interrupted her.

“You’ll never guess who I got off the phone with” I said, to a blank stare. Elz doesn’t like guessing games. She’s a straight-to-the-point girl.

“Bill Johnson (not his real name, but, well, you know), that’s who. He….”

“THE Bill Johnson? Chairman Johnson?” She placed her hands on her hips, her eagle stare boring through me. “What the hell is he calling you for? He never calls people! His people call people!”

That stare used to freeze me. She folded her arms under her breasts, lifting them slightly, her tight workout shirt thin enough that I could see her nipples clearly. I’m easily distracted.

“Well, uh, kitten, seems he was talking to Roger (her CEO) about a new wing he wanted added to his house, but he wasn’t finding luck in getting a good contractor. Roger told him that I was a damn good contractor, and he….”

Elsa cut me off with a hand and a shake of her head.

“No, Jack, no, no ,no. Hell no. Bill is a megalomaniac. No way. You know he’s the Chairman of the Board, and I’m working my ass off to be in line for the top spot once Roger retires. I don’t want any excuse for him to kick me to the side…”

“Babe, its just work. And you know I’m damn good at my job….” I said as I descended the steps into the garage and approached her.

“Hon, I know you are good. Doesn’t matter” she said, waving me away. “Bill is a giant dickhead and will find a reason to fuck with you. He just does. He’s a pure bread, certified asshole. And don’t get me started on his wife, Sheila. She could be his granddaughter, and she is a moron who, according to everything I’ve heard, fucks around with her trainer and the pool guy and…all sorts. She’ll zero in on you! And then I’ll be in a giant damn mess!”

She threw the towel at me and blew past me into the house. Damn.

Shiela. I recalled her from the last company Christmas party. In her early 30s, and a total knockout. Flirty and giggly, wearing next to nothing with her ass cheeks hanging out the bottom of her sparkly black dress, her tits spilling out the top. Oh, she annoyed Elsa to no end. I didn’t tell Elsa about a quite drunk Shiela attempting to get me into the coat closet at the party. It was fun fighting her off, but I was a bit hammered as well. At least the coat check guy was amused.

I waited a bit for Elsa to cool off, and then found her in the shower. I took off my clothes, and snuck in behind her.

“What are you doing, Jack….” she said flatly.

“Well, I didn’t want to leave off the conversation like that” my cock growing stiff as I pressed up against her ass from behind. “I told him I would come by and discuss it tomorrow, but I’ll tell him its not the right time for me and recommend my buddy Steve. Project may be a bit small for Steve, but he’ll do me a favor.”

“Look” she said, rinsing the shampoo from her hair, “frankly I’m worried more about Sheila. She’s a little vixen and may trap you. Seriously, Jack, you gotta to be careful.”

“Oh, I will, Elz” I said, reaching around to cup her big tits.

“Thank you” she said, reaching her right hand back and grabbing the back of my neck, turning her head to kiss me and pressing her ass against my cock. I reached down, finding the entrance to her canal, and slipped my cock inside her. We fucked standing up in the shower, something we hadn’t done in a while. It’s a great place to do it, you know?

The next morning I’m in my old Dodge, and I pull up to the address he gave me, right in the middle of the wealthiest neighborhood in the city. “Son of a bitch” I thought. Double wrought iron gate with his initials intricately woven in gold in the middle. The gate started to open before I could press the call button. I drove my old truck around two fountains before pulling up in front an enormous two story, white-columned mansion that stretched way out on either side. I walk up to the door, and an older gentleman in a three piece suit opened the door. The butler? Seriously? He shepherded me into Bill’s spacious office and Bill stood up from his desk. He’s at least mid 60s, a little shorter and overweight, but gave a very firm handshake. After some niceties, he went over the project with me to add a wing to the back of the mansion. A huge sun room with exercise equipment, lounge chairs, full TV system, outdoor kitchen, etc.

“Shiela really wants this to happen, and she gets what she wants” he said, chuckling. “Lets walk to the back and take a look.”

While we were walking back there, I was telling Bill how I was pretty swamped but a good friend Steve would…….

“Uh huh, uh huh” Bill said, not listening as we reached the back porch. “Shiela, dear, come here.”

Shiela was laying by the pool in the smallest bikini I think I’ve ever seen. She got up and walked, no, sauntered over to us, her bought-and-paid-for boobs drawing my eyes, which she, of course, noticed. I think I’ve seen this movie before…

“I’ve got to run into town for a meeting, but Shiela can tell you exactly what she wants. There are some sketches in the study. Shiela, darling, make sure to make Jack here feel right at home while I’m gone.” Oh shit.

“Uh, Mr. Johnson, as I was saying…..” I started, but he bolted into the house before I could get his attention.

Shiela smiled, walked back to her lounge chair and bent over slowly to pick up her robe, giving me a great view of her love box from behind. She wrapping the robe loosely around herself and waving an index finger at me to follow her.

We walked into the house, deep down the hall, and into a room. I was telling her how busy I was when we entered. It had walls of books, several leather chairs and a big leather couch, a coffee table in the middle, and on the table was some large plans, obviously done by an architect. I approached the table to look at the plans and heard the door close and lock click behind me.

I whirled and saw Shiela standing by the door, drop her robe, untie her top and let it fall, revealing her large and firm tits. I remember registering that they didn’t even move. She started to walk toward me, pulling the pin out of her hair and letting it fall to her shoulders.

“Jack, Mr. Johnson said to make you feel right at home and tell you exactly what I want.”

“Ok, wait…”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you at the party. A working man with working mans hands. It’s not fair your gorgeous wife is the only one that gets your cock.”

If she only knew.

“Ok, hold up Shiela, I really have to make another appointment…”

“No” she said, softly, as she reached me, unbuttoning the front of my shirt, “I’m sure they will understand.”

Damn, she was fine, sensual, but holy shit, Elsa will absolutely kill me, I thought. I grabbed her arms, stopping her.

“You are putting me in a rally bad position, Shiela. You know my wife works for the firm Bill oversees. There’s no way I can do this addition, and definitely no way I can have sex with you.” I started to push her aside.

“Well, you have two choices” she said stopping me, then started deftly unbuckling my belt and pants. “Fuck me, and then I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll tell Bill I decided you were not the right guy for this work. Or….”

She reached in grabbing my growing cock, pulling it out, and dropping down to her knees. I was stunned like a deer in a spotlight.

“Or you can leave right now” she said slowly, licking around the head of my cock, “and I’ll tell Bill that not only was I disappointed at your refusal, but that I really didn’t like you or your wife, and that she shouldn’t be the next CEO.”

She kissed the head of my engorged cock, licking again around the head. I was frozen on the spot.

“He and Roger were talking about it the other day, how much they like her, but Bill told me he just isn’t sure. They are real close, he and Roger.” she said, emphasizing “real”.

Damn. Damn. Damn. What have I done. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shiela took my entire cock in her mouth, and I closed my eyes as she did. What do I do. I soon lost all thought as she worked my cock in her mouth, tonguing around the head, up and down my shaft, then taking it all back in her mouth. I looked down at her, sucking my cock. She definitely looked fuckable.

Well, I better fuck her quick and get gone, before bossman shows up or the butler checks on us.

I reached down, scooping Shiela up by her underarms, and carrying her to the leather couch. She was lighter than I thought. I bent her over the end of of the couch, pulled her g-string to the side, and pressed the head of my cock against her hole.

“Why, Jack” she said, in a mocking tone, “you aren’t even enjoying the moment”. She giggled.

My cock popped in her soaking wet pussy, and I buried it all the way in, drawing an audile gasp from her, causing her to grab the couch. I began pound her, over and over, slap, slap, slap, with her letting out little grunts with every thrust, my hands gripping her waist firmly and pulling her hard onto my cock. She was holding on as I took out all my aggression on the situation, fucking her roughly, burying my cock deep with every stroke. She was so wet so quickly. Her moans became yells of pleasure, and she reached back with her right hand, gripping my wrist. I didn’t care she was being loud. Fuck her and fuck the butler. Fuck Bill Johnson. I pulled my wrist out of her hand, and grabbed her right butt check, lubing up my thumb with her juices and then sticking it into her ass while I fucked away.

She gasped loudly again and laughed, “ohhhh, damn Jack. You animal. Yeah, baby! Give it to me, big boy! Yes, fuck me hard!! I’m coming!!”

I suddenly grew lightheaded with exertion, and anger, and ecstasy and exploded inside her. I came harder than I can ever recall, dumping loads inside her pussy. She laid her head down on the couch, her ass up in the air over the edge of the couch, as I slowly pumped the last few loads into her.

“Ooooooh” she purred. “Mmmmmmmmmm” as I pulled my cock out, wiping it on the back of her thigh.

I stood there breathing hard, looking at her red and swollen pussy, my come dripping out of her and down her right thigh. I remember thinking that I came quickly.

“I gotta get out of here. We’re done Shiela, I fucked you, and we made a deal.”

“Toodles” she said, laughing.

I zipped up my pants, buttoned my shirt, grabbed my leather folio and headed out into the hall and then out the front door.

As I drove away, I wondered what I would say to Elsa. We’ve always been 100% truthful with each other, so I figured that wasn’t going to change. I would just have to fess up.

That night when Elsa got home, I was setting the table for the meal. I handed her a glass of her favorite Malbec.

Elsa stared at me across the island as I put out the utensils. She took a sip and said, “Well?”

I looked at her, my mouth moving trying to find the words.

She set down the wine. “You fucked Shiela, didn’t you.”

Oh shit! “Uh……” was all I could even utter.

She shook her head. “I knew as soon as you mentioned Bill Johnson that I was screwed, any way this went. That asshole.” She picked her wine glass back up and gulped half of it down.

“Elz, my queen, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know what to do” and explained everything to her, leaving out nothing. She just stood there listening, drinking the rest down.

“Well, she gets bored with her fuck toys pretty quick, or so I hear. Hopefully this will pass quickly and she’ll keep her word. I don’t understand why Bill keeps her around. It seems it would be obvious. Nothing to do about it now. It’s done…….It’s done” she said, almost to herself, pouring another glass and gulping it half down again. She looked at me for a long while in silence, her head slightly tilted like she was contemplating something. I went to get the steaks and plate them. She walked up close to me.

“Did you enjoy fucking her, Jack?” she asked, rubbing her index finger around the lip of her nearly empty wine glass.

“Well, to be honest, not when it was happening. I was just, I don’t know, scared and trying to get it over with. But, afterward…..I realized I did like the aggressiveness of it, being in control like that. I had power and she was fully at my disposal.”

She continued looking at me, still rubbing her finger around the glass rim, then drank it down and smiled.

“I might like that myself”, turning and walking back toward the bedroom while unbuttoning her skirt, letting it fall to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties. I nearly knocked over the table as I ran to catch up to her. That evening we fucked a solid hour, role playing exactly how it went down with Shiela. I fucked Elsa harder than I ever have, even pressing my thumb into her ass like I did Shiela. Elsa moaned louder than I’ve heard before. I came two more times that evening, so much so my cock and balls were sore that next morning.

After lunch I got a call from an unknown number. It was Bill Johnson’s butler on the voicemail, asking to speak to me. I didn’t call back and didn’t tell Elsa he called. He called the next day. Then again the next day, stating in the voicemail it was “quite in my best interest to call him back” in his British accent.

So, that Saturday, I called the number. He wanted to inform me, most apologetically, that they had decided not to consider me for my services….” Good, I thought, that’s that. “…..but, Mr. Johnson wanted to ask you some questions about your colleague’s work. He hates talking on the phone, so requests you come by his home office again. You know where it is. He’ll see you in 45 minutes, that’s the only time he has available.”

Before I could say anything, he hung up. Elsa was at a work conference, and I couldn’t get her to answer, so I drove to his house. I mean, I know Steve’s work well, this shouldn’t be an issue.

The butler let me in the spacious house and led me to his office, where Bill hopped up from his chair and gave me a firm handshake again. He was wearing kakis and reminded me of Higgins from Magnum PI.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice, Jack” he said, closing the door.

I began to comment about Steve’s work, when he held up a hand to stop me.

“Sit down, Jack” and motioned for me to sit on his couch. He poured us two whiskies, handing me one and then him one, and sitting down behind his huge oak desk. I was trying to read the bottle from afar when he turned on the TV on the wall. There playing was a video of me absolutely fucking the shit out of Sheila, bent over the leather couch. I immediately stood up, and Bill said, “no, no, no, Jack. No, sit, it’s ok. It’s perfectly ok. It’s not your fault.” I was walking to grab the office door.

“Jack. Please. Sit.” He had moved next to me, was patting me on the chest.

I did, reluctantly, my mind swimming.

“Jack, I didn’t go anywhere. I watched you fuck Sheila on this TV right here in my office. I told her to take care of you, and she did. That’s our thing, and we love it. What a show! You were impressive! I hadn’t heard her yell like that in a long while. She hasn’t stopped talking about it.”

I was still in stunned silence, my mind racing.

“We love to play this game. She is so good at it, and most men cannot resist. I had bet you would, but she a tricky little minx, that one. And boy does she love to fuck!”

Mind still racing, what do I do?

“If fact, Jack, I’d like to see you fuck Sheila again, but, well, in person this time. You know, up close…..and personal.”

Right on cue, the door opened, and Sheila came in, wearing a sheer nightie, hiding nothing. Bill lit a cigar, and kicked his feet up on his desk, smiling at my shock, as Sheila made it to the couch and straddled me. Bill pressed a button on his desk and I could see on the TV a camera from behind him was already recording us.

“Hi Jack. I’ve been thinking about you” she purred, as she leaned in to me. Whelp, here we go.

She kissed me deeply, and I reached around her, grabbing her butt cheeks and squeezing. Our tongues intertwined. She raised up a bit, unbuckling my pants, and then I pulled them partially down, letting my stiff cock spring upward. Sheila grabbed it and sat right down on it. I entered her deeply, and she began to grind her hips forward and back. She was so wet again.

“Oh, Bill, his cock is so big and strong. It feels so good inside me” she breathed, pulling her nightie off of herself and tossing it aside. Bill was leaning over a bit, getting a better angle.

She bounced up and down on my cock, kissing me and moaning. I was enjoying it but my mind was still racing. Bill is cool with this, so this is good. This has got to be good for Elz, I reasoned. I’m doing what he wants. Hell, what I want. Might as well give old Higgins a show.

I stood up, picking up Shiela with me, my cock still impaling her, and laid her on the couch. I pulled my pants all the way down and pulled off my shirt. She bit her finger, smiling up at me, giggling. I then leaned down over her and started fucking her petite brains out. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into her. My cock slammed into her pussy, over and over, causing her to scream out, “fuck me, Jack, harder. Harder, baby. Bill, you see him fucking me, baby? His cock is so deep in me.”

Bill had gotten up and was standing by the couch, puffing on his cigar. Sheila reached up, squeezing his package as I continued to fuck her hard. I pulled out, rolled her over on the couch on all fours, got back behind her and entered my cock into her hole once again, grabbing her hips and pulling her back hard on my cock. She squealed, lifting her head, mouth wide open. Slap, slap, slap. She was a juice maker, man. So wet.

“I’m coming, Bill. Jack’s cock is so hard and feel so good. I’m cooommmiiiinnngggg!”

Bill has his cock out now, it grown to full length. He knelt on the couch in front of her, and she took his cock in her mouth. He stayed kneeling there, puffing away on his cigar, getting a blow job while I fucked his young wife from behind, pounding her forward. I stuck my thumb in her ass again, and she yelped. Bill laughed. She kept moaning and yelling, until I felt myself coming again.

I pulled out, but Bill said, “No, sir. You fuck her properly. Give her all of it, son!”

I stuck my cock back in, pulling her back into me hard a few more thrusts and then shot my load deep inside her canal. I let out a guttural moan as I did. She squealed as she came again.

Bill pumped his cock a few times and then shot his load on Sheila’s face. Sheila gobbled up his cock, licking his come, as I pulled out and sat back on the couch. Bill held her head in his hands, pumping his cock into her mouth, cigar dangling out of his mouth. Then he sat down and Shiela laid on the couch, her head is his lap, placing her legs on my lap. She purred.

We just sat there for a minute or two in silence, spent. Then Bill got up, pulled up his pants, walked to my whisky and handed it to me, with a small towel.

“Want a cigar?”

I accepted, and started to get up to pull my pants back on, but Sheila rotated and laid her head in my lap, on my softening cock, like a pillow. Bill clipped the end off of a cigar, handed it to me, then lit it. Cuban. Of course, I thought. Of course it is.

“Well” Bill said, “That was enjoyable. You sure are a stud, young man,” patting me on the shoulder.

I just stared at him, still in disbelief, puffing on this damn good cigar. Maybe ol’ Bill wasn’t such a bad guy after all.

“I’ve got a deal for you. One you can’t refuse. I’ve let you fuck my young wife….twice” holding up two fingers, a puff of smoke rising as he spoke. “And she’s a good fuck, as you have experienced.”

Maybe he is a bad guy. Where is this going, I thought.

“Your wife, Elsa, is brilliant. I’m working a deal with Roger to make her the next CEO, and we’ve got a financial package put together that will make you and her wealthier beyond your wildest imaginations. She deserves it, she’s that good.”

Ok, but what’s the catch, I thought. Puff.

“I know you and her are, well, in the lifestyle….”

I damn near lost the cigar out of my mouth. How did this bastard know? We are always discreet.

“….and, well, I really, really……really would like to fuck her. Damn, every Board meeting she presents, I can’t stop thinking about it. She is a gorgeous, strong, brilliant young woman. Her fierce eyes, that stare she gives. Makes my cock jump every time she bores those beauties into me. Ha ha. Who wouldn’t want to fuck that!?” He said, laughing. “I bet she is an absolute tiger in bed! Making me hard again, and at my age, it usually takes a while! Ha ha.”

I was feeling numb, and Sheila started kissing and licking my cock again. I pushed her aside and stood up.

“Where did you hear that?” I asked, angrily “ that we are in the lifestyle?”

“Oh, Jack. Jack. I have so many ways of knowing so many things. It’s what I do. I am good at it.” Puff, puff.

“I have photos, if you want to see them. Cost me a pretty penny, but, alas…” he trailed off. “Wish I had video, but photos are enough. Your wife looks good with two cocks in her.” He winked and puffed. “As today, I would like to see her in action, up close…and personal.” Puff. “I’d really like to see her hanging off my dick.” Puff puff.

I put on my pants and shirt. Sheila was up on an elbow, smiling up at me. I stubbed out the cigar on his desk. He didn’t care.

“Think about it, son. She’s got a hell of a future. You both do. I think one good foursome could seal the deal. More money than you or her could ever spend in your lifetime.” He smiled, puffing away, then pressing a button on his desk. The butler opened the door a few seconds later, and stood motionless while I stared at Bill Johnson, Chairman. I walked out.

Part 2 soon.

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