A Job Well Done

My thanks to Todger65 for editing this mess. Commas and I just don't get along.

A Job Well Done

Ben watches as his wife Emma gets rewarded for her hard work.

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The ring of Ben's cell phone mid-afternoon brought him out of his reverie, "Hey babe! What's happenin?"

His wife Emma's soft voice seemed to be extra sexy today for some reason, "Hey back at ya! I have a huge surprise for you, and I need you to do some stuff. First, you can't ask any questions until I tell you what I need to tell you. I won't be telling you that until this evening. Can you do that?"

Ben was smiling as his mind turned to all the delicious things he imagined his wife had in store for him. There was only one answer he could give, "You bet!"

"OK then. When you come home from work don't try to talk to me or see me. You'll know when I'm ready.

"Get dressed for a formal dinner, kick back with a drink, and I'll be along when I'm ready. You got all that?"

Ben chuckled, "Not too difficult to remember. Come home, don't see you, get ready, relax, and wait. Not too tough at all."

Emma avoided the possibility of a question, "OK bye."

The end of the call caught Ben with his mouth open, struggling to keep from asking a question, or two, or three.

Ben enjoyed his work as a manufacturing engineer. There was always some new engineering puzzle to figure out. He worked closely with day-to-day operations and his work hours reflected that. He left for work hours earlier than Emma did and arrived home well before she did.

He was surprised to see Emma's car in the garage when he got home. He walked inside and heard his wife's favorite playlist coming through the house speakers. Ben was a bit of an audiophile, and he loved his high-end sound system. He'd spent way more money than he should have, but the sound quality was astounding.

Ben strolled through the kitchen and motivated down the hall to the master bedroom. The master bath door was closed and he could hear Emma singing along with the music. He smiled to himself and got undressed. Tossing the clothes in the hamper, he walked down the hall to the main bathroom. He had adopted the main bathroom as soon as their work hours stabilized and used that shower so that his morning routine didn't wake Emma.

His closet and dresser were in the spare bedroom for the same reason. Ben dressed and took a quick peak into the master bedroom. Emma was still in the bathroom. Shrugging his shoulders, Ben walked into the kitchen and set about mixing himself a drink. He was sitting at the kitchen island when Emma swept into the room.

Ben's eyes bugged out, "Oh my god woman! You look fucking amazing! When did you get that outfit?"

Emma grinned at him mischievously, "I bought it today. I take it that you like it?"

"Are you shitting me? I love it."

Ben was used to his wife dressing classy. She was the top para-legal at her firm and always dressed nicely. This though, this was a different story. Sure, she looked classy, but she also looked sexy as hell. The dress she was wearing clung to her 5'-10" frame perfectly. A bolero jacket, open well down her cleavage, added elegance while serving to help cover her 38 C breasts. Ben was quite sure that her nipples would be standing proud and obvious without it.

The dress swept down her 26" waist and flared across her 37" hips before following her amazing legs down to mid-thigh. The dress was several inches shorter than what she would normally wear, and he could see the hem of her pull-up stockings playing peak-a-boo through the slit on each side of the dress. Her long brown hair hung nearly to her waist and her hazel eyes gleamed at his praise.

Ben was entranced and instantly horny. He was aware that Emma wasn't super model material to many men. Most men would classify her as a seven or eight out of ten. She had a little too much of her dad's nose and she didn't work out religiously. She was not a hard body, but was softened around the edges enough to make her so much more desirable. Ben thought she was an eleven.

What really surprised Ben was the four-inch heels she was wearing. She stood a few inches taller than her husband and seldom wore heels at all, partly so she wouldn't tower over her husband, and partly as deference to some of the partners at her law firm who were also shorter than she was. Ben didn't care that his wife was taller. As a matter of fact, her long legs were the first thing that attracted him to her. She was six inches taller than him in those heels and he was thrilled. Ben started to stand.

Emma read his mind, "Whoa mister! No fooling around right now. I have stuff to tell you."

She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, "You know that I love you and only you, forever. Don't you for a moment ever forget that. Let me talk and when I'm done, I'll answer any question you have."

Ben settled back on the barstool and looked at his wife with his undivided attention. Emma slid her laptop over from the end of the island and opened it. An envelope sat on the keyboard and she set it aside while she pulled up her firm's web page. A picture filled the screen. There were six people in the picture. In the center was Emma smiling proudly. On each end was a senior partner in her firm. The other three people were strangers to Ben. He also couldn't help but notice that the shortest of them was well over six feet tall. All three were movie star handsome.

Emma pointed at the picture, "This was taken today when the Morgan contract was finally signed. The black man standing next to me is Samuel George. He is one of two senior partners at Morgan."

Ben studied the man. He looked to be in his mid to late-thirties and definitely had presence. He wasn't a massive man, but he looked extremely fit and his six and a half feet of height made him look a bit intimidating. The friendly grin on his face seemed to indicate that he was a gentle giant.

"The guy on my left is James Loften and he is the other senior partner."

Ben took a moment to study him as well. He wasn't quite as tall as Samuel and had a lankier build. He looked about the same age as Samuel. It was also obvious to Ben that the man was devastatingly handsome.

Emma pointed at the last man, "And this is Wyatt Kirby. He's their paralegal. The two of us have worked together for months putting this contract together. He's awesome to work with and super good at his job."

Ben studied Wyatt, who appeared to be around his and Emma's ages at thirty. Wyatt would have drawn women's stares as he entered the room. The fact that he looked somewhat average next to his boss was a testament to his boss's over the top looks, and not a detraction of his own.

"Like I said, they signed the contract this morning. After they left the senior partners called me into the conference room where they presented me with a check."

Emma opened the envelope and pulled out a check. She handed it to Ben and watched his eyes practically explode from his face, "I can't believe this! That's a hell of a lot of money! I know you put in a ton of hours on this and I expected them to reward you for that, but holy shit! You are fucking awesome!"

She grinned, "We're not done yet. Shortly you and I will be going to dinner with the senior partners, James, Samuel, and Wyatt. James has a penthouse downtown and will be hosting the dinner. The plan is to entertain our senior partners for dinner, and they should leave around nine.

"After that things get interesting."

At Ben's questioning look Emma pulled a letter out of the envelope and handed it to him, "Samuel handed this to me as he was leaving this morning while no one was watching."

Ben laid the letter down on the island and began to read.

Emma,

We have been very impressed with your skill and dedication throughout this contract negotiation. Because of you, we are now retaining your firm under a five-year contract. As a result, your firm will see a significant increase in income. You made that happen.

We are impressed with your intellect and, honestly, with you. We would like to make you a one-time offer. If you will stay after your senior partners leave and let us entertain you, you will be rewarded far beyond what you would expect.

I know what you are thinking, and the answer is yes. What your imagination is telling you is what we expect to happen. You are under no obligation to agree and there will be no ramifications if you refuse. This is a one-time opportunity for all of us. You will be safe, and we will ensure that you enjoy the experience many times over.

Please feel free to share this letter with your husband. We expect him to be fully informed before you make your decision.

Ben laid the unsigned letter down and looked at his wife in puzzlement. Emma slid the letter back and her eyes glistened as she looked at her husband, "Ben, you know that movie Indecent Proposal? Well, that's kind of what this is. Except there isn't one guy, there are three, and none of them is an aging Robert Redford. Mr. Redford is handsome, but these guys are way beyond that.

"I think it is obvious that they want to fuck me. I've never wanted sex with another man since I met you. You are a wonderful lover and make me the happiest woman in the world. This is a huge temptation. Three of the hunkiest men I have ever seen want to rock my world and give me some sort of compensation for doing it. They aren't asking for my love, and they would never get it if they did. That's for you, and you alone. They're asking me to use my body and I think I would like that very much.

"Honey, I know this is a shock. It is for me too. You need to decide. You can tell me 'No' and I won't do it. You can leave me there and I will come home to you when it's over. Or you can stay there with me and watch over me. I need to know your answer in the next ten minutes."

Emma closed the computer, picked up the letter, and walked down the hall to the bedroom. Ben was stunned and spent the first few minutes in a mental vapor lock. Yes, he and Emma had often fantasized about involving other people in their sex life, but he had never dreamed that it could become a reality. Now he was faced with a choice that would forever change his relationship with his wife.

He thought about the scenario. What would he do if it were him and the three women were all wet dreams come true? Would he get the nerve up to ask Emma to let him fuck the women? Would she let him?

He answered the last question first. Of course, she would let him. She wouldn't deny him a once in a lifetime opportunity like that. She would want him to have that experience. He realized what was really bothering him. His wife would experience something he could never give her. How would she ever be able to appreciate him again after an experience like that?

If he knew that their love, their relationship, would survive, or even get better, he would let her do it. He didn't know if he could bring himself to enjoy watching, but he would damn sure be there for her if it happened. There was no way in hell he would leave her with those men, alone, and without his protection.

Ben ran to the garage, pull down the lock box from the top shelf, and unlocked it. He left the 9mm in the box and pulled out the snub nosed 38 and the ankle holster that went with it. He checked the load before strapping it to his ankle. Those guys were bigger than him, stronger than him, and there were three of them. He wanted to make sure he had an edge if he needed it. The last thing he wanted was to need it.

Ben had been shooting pistols in competition since he was a kid. While the 38 snub nose was anything but a target pistol, it was a good personal protection weapon at close range. Wherever they ended up this evening would be an enclosed space and well within the weapon's sweet spot. He walked back in the house and pulled out his wallet to make sure his conceal-carry permit hadn't evaporated unexpectedly.

Back at the island, Ben called out for Emma. She walked back into the kitchen and stood waiting. Ben took her hand, "I love you more than life itself Emma. I understand why you want to do this, but it scares me so much. I can't help but think that after them, I'll be a disappointment. I'll never be able to make you feel the way they do or even look remotely as good as they do. I'm scared to death that I will lose you."

Emma pulled his hand up and kissed it, "Remember what I said when I started our conversation? I love you and will love you forever. I like James, Samuel, and Wyatt, but I will never love any of them. I am positive that they aren't looking for love with me either.

"As far as the sex goes, I certainly hope that they can rock my world. I want it to be the most amazing fucking I have ever had. You and I are so much different from that, so much better. With you I get fucked, and I get made love to, and I get loved. They can't compete with that.

"I've told you that I would like to do this. I have also told you that if you tell me 'no' it won't happen. I'll let the fantasy go and won't hold it against you. You need to decide if you trust me, yourself, and our marriage enough to let it happen. There is nothing else I can say that will convince you of my love that you don't already know.

"Times up. We need to go to the dinner regardless of what happens after. What's your decision?"

Ben kissed his wife's lips lightly so he wouldn't smear her lipstick, "It isn't that I don't trust you, or what you told me. I've never been in this situation before and there is a lot of opportunity for things to go badly. I can't help but worry about you and us, but I will get a grip. I want you to enjoy the experience and I will be there with you while you do. There is no way in hell I'm leaving you alone without protection."

Emma's smile lit up her face. She handed Ben the letter, "You need to read the back now."

Ben turned the letter over and began to read:

Emma,

Do not show this to Ben until he tells you his decision. If he refuses to let you play, then do nothing. After dinner you can leave and nothing will ever be said about it again. If he tells you to go alone, don't. Stay home and be with your husband. He needs you and we will not contribute to wrecking a marriage.

His approval and willingness to accompany you tells us he loves his wife and wants her to have a wonderful experience. He also deserves to know what kind of men he is dealing with. You have worked with the three of us for months now and I think you have a pretty good feel for the type of men we are, but for Ben's information I think it best that I explain.

My partner and I grew up together, went to college together, and established the firm together. All three of us are married and our wives are well aware of our occasional trysts with other willing wives during our travels. Yes, wives. We aren't looking for love, or a long-term relationship. We are looking for some sexual fun with a willing wife. As a wife, she is a woman committed to her husband and who also wants a once in a lifetime sexual experience. It is nothing more than that.

No one will try to force or coerce Emma into anything. She will not be harmed or abused in any way. That would be the opposite of what we want to do. Either of you may decide at any time that you want to stop, and we will, without question.

Give us a chance and I can promise you an amazing experience.

Ben set the letter down on the island, "Well, that makes me feel a little better. I'm assuming that if they had issues you would have told me by now."

"They have always been very professional and respectful around me. They aren't like a lot of rich guys I've dealt with. There is a kindness to them that you wouldn't expect young rich guys to have. I think that they are genuinely good people. I am positive that Wyatt is. I worked with him for months and got to know him quite well."

Ben stood and opened the front door, "Did you fantasize about them before you knew about this?"

Emma giggled, "Well duh! Of course, I did. A little harmless fantasy isn't hurting anyone.

"I hope you're not really asking if I did anything to entice them. Because you know better than that, and I would be pretty pissed off if I thought you didn't trust me. Are you going to be alright with this, or are we having dinner and going home?"

Ben knew he was being a bit hypocritical. He couldn't tell her it was ok for her to fuck them, then throw guilt and his own perceived inadequacies at her, "I'm sorry Emma. It's just a lot to take in with little time to think. "The fact is that I said you could be with them because I want you to have a wonderful experience. I'm not going to blacken the whole thing with negative stuff. I can't promise that I won't put a stop to things at some point because I don't know how I will feel watching you with other men. That aside, I will do my best to make this a great experience for you. You'd do that for me in a heartbeat. "I'm sorry honey, but that's the best I can do."

Emma squeezed his arm, "I love you too. I think one of the reasons I do is because you would let me have something like this, even though in your heart it scares you. I don't expect you to swallow your feelings and just take it. If you want me to stop, then just say so, and I will. This is just for fun. If it stops being fun, for either of us, we take our toys and go home."

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Ben and Emma arrived at the downtown high rise. The security guard verified their names and activated the penthouse elevator for them. The couple were wide eyed as they entered the private elevator, both anticipating the opulence waiting above. They couldn't have been less prepared for the beautiful residence on high that awaited them.

The elevator emptied onto a foyer where James and a stunning blonde woman stood waiting. James reached out to shake Ben's hand, "We are so glad you came. This is my wife Lisa. Lisa, this is Emma and Ben Douglas."

Lisa gave Emma a quick hug, then gave Ben one as well, "I've heard the name Emma once or twice over the last few months. Once or twice a minute! The way James talks I expected you to float in here on angel's wings."

Lisa's genuine smile let Emma know that she was being paid a serious compliment, "That's kind of you to say, but I didn't do all the work."

James laughed, "Yeh, right. I think the rest of us did maybe five percent. No Emma, it was you that made this happen and a lot of folks are going to make a lot of money because of it. You are an extremely capable person.

"Come on. I'll introduce you to the others."

Emma's face glowed with pride as James and Lisa escorted the couple into the dining room. The two senior partners from Emma's firm were there with their wives and Emma quickly introduced Ben to the wives. He saw the partners occasionally when he stopped by her office and already knew them. The couple then turned to the others in the room.

Emma introduced Ben to Samuel George, who in turn introduced his wife, Beth. Beth looked like a goddess. Her dark brown skin shone like satin, and she stood a statuesque two inches shorter than Emma. Her figure was absolutely perfect. Ben couldn't help but notice her firm c-cup tits and her tight round ass. And those legs! She exuded sexuality and Ben was quite taken with her.

Emma then introduced Wyatt Kirby who shook Ben's hand while introducing his wife, Mary. He couldn't help but think that her description wouldn't do her justice. She looked to be about twenty-five with brown hair, brown eyes, and was standing at less than five foot-five inches, which didn't sound like all that much. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. Her curly brown hair brushed her shoulders, and those brown eyes were huge, penetrating, and very sexy. Her 36C breasts looked big on her slim body and they stood up nicely. Ben couldn't decide whether Beth or Mary was his new fantasy woman. After a little thought he decided that it was his fantasy so, why not have both, or all three? It wasn't like anyone would know.