Blakes 4Th Work Wife

This story includes themes on consensual cuckolding, interracial sex, and eager breeding. If interracial impregnation or any of the other themes would diminish your enjoyment of the story, please click away now.

All the characters in this story are adults.

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"Karen, tell me about the new hires!" Blake said as he walked into her office and turned around the visitor's chair, so he could sit on it and lean on the back.

The striplight reflected off his polished mahogany scalp. Blake took good care of himself. He was whip thin, muscled, and tall enough that he needed to duck his head when going through many doors. His clothing was casual but carefully chosen to show off his lean body.

He was the network architect for Orac, the UK's leading altnet operator. Its Liberator network was cheaper to deploy than any other and delivered faster access to subscribers. That's why he felt confident. It was his design.

Sure, BT was a large incumbent network. But Orac was challenging them with innovation at every level. And as the architect, Blake was guiding the technical innovation, while Karen was innovative in other ways.

Blake was confident enough that he called himself Chief Network Architect on LinkedIn. He regularly boosted his profile there, getting ready for the leap. But Orac couldn't afford to lose him yet. And that was why he wanted to peek at the new hires.

As head of HR, Karen's office was all business. And the privacy needed for some of the work meant the windows had blinds in them, so you couldn't see who was there.

"There are just four. Three men and Ruby Levitt."

"Married?"

"Yes."

"Age?"

"Early 20s, I think."

"So, do you think...?"

"In the interview, she indicated that our company culture was a big draw. I told her about the work couples programme and she was very excited. I'll bring her to your office on Monday afternoon. You'll be the last stop on the tour."

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"They have a formal work couples programme." Ruby told her husband, Adam.

She flushed as she spoke. A pink glow beneath her fair skin showing her excitement.

"What does that mean?"

Adam looked confused. He'd heard the term before but only had a vague idea what it meant. As a freelancer, he occasionally visited offices but never stayed in them for more than two hours.

"It means that I'll be assigned a work husband. I'll be a work wife."

"That could mean anything. Like, maybe he'll just ask you to run to Boots and get him a meal deal for lunch."

He was concerned that Ruby would get a management title but be frustrated by junior tasks. One of the reasons Adam had married her was that she was very intelligent in ways that complemented his own smarts. He could design clever mechanisms to be manufactured by factories all over the world. But he was terrible in a team, which is where Ruby excelled. She was going to be very big, he knew.

"I've heard rumours. I'm not saying anything now but I think it will be good. No running to Boots."

She grinned and Adam's face changed to show his relief. But he had missed the visual and olfactory cues communicating Ruby's excitement.

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Ruby's enthusiasm had been growing all day. It was a good thing. She'd once started a job and quit before lunch because it was so clearly not the right place for her.

That's why she'd looked so hard for a good cultural fit. And why she was so glad when her investigations confirmed what she's overheard about Orac's formal work couples programme.

Her new team looked happy to have her lead them. Their office was open plan but as nice as it could be within the kinds of budget available to a relatively small company. But what she'd been waiting for was the last meeting of the day: the introduction to her work husband.

"Ah, good." Karen said as they walked down the last corridor of the day. "Blake's office door is open. He must be ready for you."

She walked right in with Ruby behind her.

"Blake, meet Ruby. Ruby's the new lead for the business support team. Ruby, Blake's our architect. He designs the network at layers one through nine."

"Nine?" Suddenly, Ruby felt less confident. She'd learned about the old OSI seven layer model when she was preparing for the interview. She knew that fibre optic cable was at layer one, while web traffic was an application, so layer seven. But what were layers eight and nine?

"Karen, you're being mean to Ruby." Blake laughed. "Layers eight and nine are informal. They are the financial layer, which is a practical reality -- and the political layer -- which often just means old men in the IETF getting grumpy with each other."

"You're right." Karen laughed. "We all need to pay attention to the financial layer but we're more interested in what works than politics. And that's my segue to let you know that HR is assigning you together as a work couple. We've found it's a great way to build deeper connections between teams and it helps us become a happy family."

She paused for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Anyway, I have to finish up in my office so I'll leave you two to get to know each other."

She swished away in a blur of designer chiffon.

Blake pointed behind Ruby at the coffee table and arm chairs in a corner of his office.

"Grab a pew."

And as Ruby turned around she saw two framed photos on the coffee table. A redhead and a brunette, each with a little brown baby in their arms. A shiver of excitement shot through Ruby's body. She had a feeling that she knew what was happening but wasn't completely sure. She needed to get answers out of Blake.

"Abigail was my work wife but she started her maternity leave two weeks ago. Fortunately, we're hiring to grow and I'm very glad to meet you, Ruby."

Ruby checked his hands for a wedding band but saw none as she sat down.

"I'm delighted to meet you too, Blake. I suppose you know how this works and it's my first day. How should we start? She we talk about what you and your team do or discuss how the work couples programme works?"

She was looking at the pictures rather than him as she spoke.

"The idea is that by forging closer bonds between people we can understand each other -- and the challenges we deal with -- better. That leads to tighter integration. But the process is very informal: things like spending time together over lunch."

"That sounds easy enough." Ruby said in a cheerful voice, though her eyes kept flicking towards the framed pictures.

"Those are Mary and Samantha." Blake answered her unasked question.

"Family?"

"Sort of. Sort of." He replied. "We were close but Mary and her husband Dave moved back to Tyneside, and Sam and her husband Mike moved back to Birmingham."

Ruby was bursting to ask the question. Abigail was on maternity leave. Mary and Samantha were both white women with a dark brown baby. And Blake was very dark, too. She was pretty confident that the work couples programme was a shim that covered a very special cuckolding programme. A programme that would encourage her to cuckold Adam with Blake. A programme that would encourage her to get pregnant with Blake's baby.

"Do you think Abigail will move away? Or is she local?"

"Abigail's from Dulwich. I'm sure she'd love to move back across town but a flat would cost at least £2,000 a month and you can't buy there for less than a million. I expect she and Derek will stay put. But that's not what you really care about, is it?"

"No, not really. What I want to know is whether the work couples programme continues outside of the office."

"It can do if you want it to," and Blake smiled at her, turning on the charm and making her womb spasm. "If you'd like to meet outside the office, we could have dinner together."

"I'd like that." Ruby admitted.

"I'm not a great cook." Blake offered as he looked at the wedding band on her left hand. "I'd love to be able to cook for you and your husband but that's not one of my strengths. But I know good restaurants in Islington and which takeaways to avoid."

"I can cook," Ruby offered. "Maybe you could have Friday night dinner with my husband and me?"

"He'd be OK with that?" Blake asked.

"Oh, I think he'd be very OK. Frankly, he'll be disappointed when you leave to go home."

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"I have to admit that I bought the chopped liver," Ruby said as she brought the platter into the dining room. "But I made the chicken soup and the roast. I didn't grow the fruit but I did make the peach tart."

She'd tried really hard. She wanted to convince Blake to stay. And as she expected, Adam was very keen. He'd gone out to get Blake a toothbrush and made up the camp bed in his office. He wanted Blake next door in the master bedroom with Ruby.

The candles flickering in the corner, with the challah and wine suggested that Ruby was a dutiful and observant woman. But she deviated in one key way. She'd been cuckolding Adam since they met in the second year at university.

And Adam loved it when she had sex with other men. He loved the excitement of hearing her cries of pleasure. He loved the smell of her excitement as he rejoined her afterwards. And he loved the taste as he cleaned her up. Every man's seed tasted slightly different. Some were more salty, some sweeter, and the consistency was different, too. But Ruby always tasted the same and Adam loved her taste mixed with the taste of other men.

They'd spoken about that initial introduction when she came back from her first day at Orac.

Ruby was excited to tell him that Blake had got three married women pregnant. And that all three had been his official work wife. They had all kept the baby and stayed married.

"Is that what you'll do for me?" Adam asked, almost pleaded. "Will you let Blake get you pregnant, so we can raise his baby together?"

They agreed that they would try for that.

And while Ruby had been working hard to establish herself professionally at Orac, Adam had done his best to help Ruby get ready for Blake's first visit. He'd got her new lingerie in her favourite style, bought all the groceries for the meal, set the table and so on. Ruby had done the cooking but the evening was definitely a shared enterprise. Adam was as keen as Ruby to make a good impression. Adam wanted many returns.

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Blake set down his pastry fork.

"You make an excellent tart." He said with a serious tone that ignored its double meaning.

"I certainly try to. There's a careful balance to maintain. Just one egg, you know."

"I didn't know that. No. But I appreciate it. Sweet."

Adam wanted their flirting to continue, grow, and lead to more than just words. The best way, he thought, was to leave them alone.

"I'll get started on the washing up and let you two discuss Orac and the Liberator network.

He gathered up the detritus of a delicious three course meal and left them alone while he rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning up in the kitchen.

Blake sat next to the armrest of the sofa. Ruby sat so close to him that their thighs touched. She could feel the muscles beneath the skin of his thighs. She turned around, took his right hand in her left and lifted her face up towards his.

Blake would be thanking Karen on Monday. He saw that Adam was a cuckold who wanted to hear him bring Ruby to orgasmic heights that Adam could never hope to provide her. And now, she was begging for a kiss from him. He knew the evening would end with him in her bed, possibly with his sperm inside her.

Adam was as quick as he could be with the washing up. He loaded the dishwasher, put the roasting pan in to soak, and washed a couple of delicate items by hand. As soon as he'd dried them and put them away he quietly listened for sounds from the living room. He could hear sucking that could either be kissing or Ruby giving Blake a blowjob.

He hoped the latter as he moved as quietly as possible up the stairs to the camp bed in his office.

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Ruby didn't get to show off the new lingerie. Blake asked to use the bathroom as he wanted to shower first. While he was getting clean, Ruby stripped and put her clothes in the laundry hamper. Then she lay naked beneath the duvet with the bedroom door open, so Blake wouldn't have a problem finding her.

He walked in glistening with moisture equal to what Ruby could feel between her legs. His lean form made the sheer girth of his cock very clear. Was it in a competition for the world's longest? No. Would it stretch her in ways she'd never been stretched before? Yes.

"I think we should use some of this." She said as she handed him a bottle of lube. "I've never tried to take a cock that size before."

He just smiled as she squirted some of the silicone liquid lube on him, getting every particle of skin shiny with slippery goodness.

"No condom then?" He checked.

"No condom, Blake. If you wear a condom you can't make me a mother, can you?"

"That's what you want, is it?"

"That's what Adam and I want. It's what he's wanted since he was 18. It was what I've wanted since I overheard Abigail talking with her mother in a café a few months ago. I was intrigued because I've been cuckolding Adam since we met. So I investigated and that's why I applied to work at Orac."

"Wow! You really are a go-getter, aren't you? So, does that mean that Adam will be coming in to clean up later on?"

"I suppose so. And yes. But he can only clean me up if you fill me up with your sperm, Blake. Do you think you can do that?"

"Ruby, if you need, I can keep you full of sperm all weekend."

The sounds of a small blonde woman trying to get a very big black cock into her began. Adam started stroking his smaller, average white cock with an intense smile on his face. It was so intense that Adam knew it would hurt later on.

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Blake slipped out late on Sunday, so he could get to the gym on Monday before work started. Not that Ruby hadn't given him a good workout herself.

Adam was still between Ruby's thighs, lapping the last of Blake's sperm from her pussy as the door closed quietly. He smiled at her as he came up for air.

"You look happy." She observed.

"I am. I'm very happy. You're an incredibly sneaky wife. But you know exactly what I want and you arranged it. I don't know how you did it but you are precious to me and I trust you utterly."

"Thank you, love. This weekend went well, I think. I like Blake and if you agree, I'll carry his baby. I'll be his fourth baby mama."

He didn't say anything. He just kissed her and held her hand as they lay back in bed to sleep.

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Ruby was almost disappointed when her period started on schedule that Wednesday. But only slightly. After all, once she was pregnant, she was on a train to maternity leave. She had to manage her time at Orac carefully.

So, she dug out her cervical cap and ran to Boots to stock up on spermicide -- and get a meal deal.

Now she was ready to spend the next weekend at Blake's place. But she also needed a plan. So that night she discussed it with Adam.

"... which means that if I get pregnant at the start of March I should deliver in mid-November. That means I wouldn't be too heavy during the height of the summer but the baby would get the advantage of an autumn birthday."

Adam agreed and the next two months were heaven for both of them. Ruby and Blake had nooners in his office. But he also spent plenty of weekends and even a few midweek nights with the Levitts.

Blake had more to offer than just a big cock. Getting three married women pregnant had been an excellent training ground in using it with skill and delicacy. Lunchtime sex with him might have been more of a Ramones song. But the evenings were different. They took the form of a classical work with multiple movements. The changes of pace and rhythm were both exciting and gave Ruby the opportunity to appreciate things even more.

But whether the sex was punk or classical it always ended with Blake's sperm deep inside Ruby. And most of the time, Adam got to do his favourite thing and clean up the mess with his tongue. Often, Ruby would orgasm as he sucked and licked. When she did, Adam would lever himself up and open his mouth, showing his tongue coated in Blake's pearlescent juice.

New year is celebrated everywhere. And in the Levitt household it was celebrated by Ruby handing Adam ger cervical cap and ordering him to cut it in half with their kitchen shears.

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"Come in."

Karen's office didn't have the coffee table and armchairs that Blake's had. Just two visitors chairs and a meeting table in a corner.

As Ruby walked in, Karen noticed that she wasn't wearing the form fitting clothes she'd been wearing through the winter and spring. Maybe the flowy summer dress was an expression of a desire for warm summer days. But it wasn't a warm summer day and she'd had to run from the tube that morning to avoid the start of a rain shower.

Ruby sat down and told Karen exactly what she expected to hear. Not the spicy details, of course. But the key facts: Ruby was pregnant and the due date was at the start of December.

The flowy summer dress was hiding a small baby bulge.

Karen walked Ruby through the administrative processes. She explained both statutory maternity pay and the company's own top-up. She made it very clear that they would hold Ruby's role open for her to return to. Obviously, that's a legal requirement. But Karen wanted to make it clear that she wasn't just saying words.

"Do you know about our referral scheme?" Karen asked as they were getting towards the end of the conversation.

"For new hires?"

"Yes. We offer bonuses for new hires referred by existing staff. If you can help us cut our advertising spend, why shouldn't we share that with you? If you know anyone who'd be interested in working with us, we'd appreciate your lead."

Karen didn't say any more than that. Ruby was hired because she was a really good manager for the business support team. But she was a really good manager because she could hear what wasn't said as well as what was said.

So, as Ruby left she started thinking about how she'd feel about Blake fucking another woman. Then she laughed as she realised she was the fourth married woman she knew he'd got pregnant. And what didn't she know?

So, she started thinking about people she knew.

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"Karen, tell me about the new hires!" Blake said as he walked into her office and turned around the visitor's chair, so he could sit on it and lean on the back.

The striplight reflected off his polished mahogany scalp. Blake looked better than ever.

Karen smiled as she started talking.

"Seven new hires in this batch. Four men and three women. One of them was referred to us by Ruby, by the way."

"Oh, that's interesting. What can you tell me about that new hire?"

"Lee Ka-Yan, early 20s. She's a refugee from Hong Kong."

"Married?"

"I believe she is, yes. She has a wedding band on during the interview."

"And how well do you think she'll fit into the company culture?"

"She'll probably be a very good fit. She was excited to learn about the work couples programme. And I suppose that while Ruby is on maternity leave, she could partner you. Should I assign you together as a work couple?"

"Yes, Karen. That would be lovely. Thank you."