Sam stood up from his desk and stretched. It had been a few hours since he sat down and he'd gotten sucked into a project. Managing a few dozen intelligent people was no joke, that, on top of his job overseeing the IT in the firm was a huge commitment.
He shifted in his seat. The Arrangement was a huge commitment, too.
A few weeks had passed since he wore the yellow tie to the office. Carrie had been so proud of him, primping and priming him. Helping him get dressed, soothing his nerves.
She had also helped him get prepped that morning just in case he was going to be used at work. There was always now that bottle of lube ever-present in his briefcase.
"This is hot ... but what the heck is wrong with me?" Sam wondered to himself for the umpteenth million time. After long conversations with Gary and the other junior executives that question no longer carried that frisson of fear. This was just adult play, exploration of submission that was fun. It did not take anything away from him as a man ... it was just an opportunity to safely explore.
Carrie had certainly helped, that first morning he was going to work with that bizarrely arousing and absolutely fucking terrifying yellow tie. Carrie had been well prepared to help him that morning from long conversations, herself, with Karen and Emily.
And probably other of the amazing wives in The Arrangement.
He allowed himself the pleasure of a trip down memory lane. His wife had snuggled him, and sucked him for a little while, but explained that Karen strongly recommended that he go to work frustrated.
"It'll be a lot easier, don't you think, honey, if you don't cum this morning?" Carrie had murmured, looking up from her position curled up between his legs, stroking his extremely hard cock as he begged her to finish.
"Oh gawd," Sam whined.
Carrie had been so beautiful, her golden hair still mussed from the night's sleep and from the hard pounding that Gary had given her the night before.
"Besides, darling, Karen told me to leave you on edge and I think that direction really came from Mr. Borges, so ...", she looked up at her loving husband with such a sweet smile, "so ... I'm so sorry, but I think I have to stop here."
"Goddamnit!" Sam had raged, surprising himself and shocking Carrie.
He was going to rage and be angry, but the shocked look in his wife's face, and the desperate fear that he was going to demand to stop The Arrangement was like a hammer blow.
They shared a look.
"Oh ... you WANT this?" He said to his wife, almost accusingly.
"Oh, honey, I love you so much," Carrie crawled up her husband and kissed him. "But I NEED this. I am all, 100%, completely in. I don't know what I would do if we had to walk away from ...".
She had tailed off, not sure how to express herself.
"The Arrangement," Sam suggested a completion to her thought.
Carrie shook her head. "That's not it ... I mean, yes, but ...," she paused and frowned in thought. Sam, for the millionth time realized how beautiful and lovely his wife was, her delicate features screwed into a thinking look. "I need this, and I think you can learn to really enjoy it," Carrie said very seriously, looking directly into her husband's loving and slightly anxious eyes.
She could feel his cock deflate a bit in her hand. Her darling husband looked anxious. "As he should," Carrie thought to herself.
"I want you, us, to succeed at Alphia, Sam," she said. "I want you to lean into The Arrangement. I want you, like the other successful Junior Executive husbands, to really do everything you can to advance. That means work hard, which you already do ... but it also means that you -- like Gary and Emily's husband -- do everything you can in The Arrangement to enhance the sexual pleasure of all the Senior Executives."
Sam felt himself pale, and he whispered: "Oh my God ...".
Carrie glanced down at her husband's penis which had swelled in her hand again, despite his other reaction.
She leaned into her husband's ear. "Darling, I want both of us to be good little sluts for The Arrangement ...".
Sam was yanked back to the present by the insistent soft electronic sound of an internal Alphia email. He glanced it and pulled his brain back to work.
His cock, though ... that little soldier remained at attention, waiting for more fun.
...
Sam was concentrating on understanding the email of a team leader on one of the groups that reported to him now. It was another coding problem that was below his present paygrade, so to speak, but people still turned to him to solve technical problems that bedeviled different parts of the company.
Even before his promotion, he had become sort of the guru for that side of the business. He remembered receiving a number of emails and telephone calls over just the 18 months he was at the company from team leaders and junior executives he did not even know, looking for his expertise. Since his promotion, Steve Borges had insisted he set up a small group of people, other good coders, to run interference for him.
"You are too valuable to the company to be wasting your time on that stuff," he had instructed Sam in his normal, brusque manner. "You got some serious brains, and we need you at the top level thinking here."
And so now only the truly complicated and intractable problems came across his desk. He smiled as he read through the email, seeing pretty much immediately the problem they were having, recalling now an email from a former junior executive that he thought was a little bit overanxious. He wondered idly whether he 'saved' the junior executive or his wife from a good fucking by solving his problem. This was over a year ago now.
"Who was that junior executive, anyway?" Sam mused, looking up as though the answer was floating in the air in his office.
He couldn't place the name, and he looked through the company directory for junior and senior executives. Nothing rang a bell.
"Wonder what happened, there," he mused.
He was just diving back into the project when he heard his secretary say, "Hello, Mrs. Stevenson."
Sam's head jerked up, work forgotten, and a moment later he heard his wife's voice say hello to his secretary and then Carrie was in the doorway to his office and through to her husband.
She was dressed in one of her light sundresses. He could not tell if she was wearing a bra until she moved to close the door behind her and he could see the liquid motion of her breasts under her dress.
"Oh my God are you a sight for sore eyes!" Sam had exclaimed, enjoying very much that the only thing between Carrie and her dress were his dreams. She was, maybe, entirely naked under that dress.
"What brings you here? You've not seen my new office. You like?"
"Mm-hmm," Carrie said, coming around the office, leaning over his desk and standing on her tiptoes to give her husband a kiss. "I'm just here for a moment longer. Have to get home and take over for the sitter."
"Oh, ok," Sam said. "not complaining, you look like an angel ... but why are you ...?"
"I was working, too!" Carrie said lightly with an insouciant laugh. "Mr. Parsons called me out to meet a client, or a vendor or someone moderately important," Carrie replied, looking around the office for the first time. "Nice."
"Whoa ... hot," Sam breathed.
She nodded and looked back at her husband. "I think I am getting good at this," Carrie said, her eyes bright. "I was so excited to be called out, and those guys were so hot for me." She reassured him and grinned at Sam's look of horny confusion.
"It was easy," she said, grinning at him. "Your wife is such a slut now! All I had to do was blow two guys. A couple of clients or vendors, I think. I did not get their names and I did not recognize them. Just on my knees, back and forth until they came in my mouth. Easy peasy."
She gave her husband another quick kiss.
"They didn't fuck you?" Sam asked, surprised and, he realized with some surprise, slightly offended.
Carrie gave a fake frown. "No ... but Mr. Parsons bent me over after they were done!" She concluded happily. "I love that man's cock!"
"Oh, jesus," Sam sighed in ecstatic humiliation as he collapsed into his office chair.
His wife gave him a smoky, sultry look and plopped herself down in his lap and gave a little happy sigh as she felt her husband's arms around her.
"He took my panties as souvenir. Toodle-oo! See you tonight!"
Sam's mouth gaped open in surprise.
Carrie giggled.
Her light perfume still wafted in the air-conditioned office after the stunned Sam watched his lively and very slutty wife flounce off. He closed his mouth and dropped back into his office chair.
"Damn," he muttered. "That's so hot!" He shook his head to try to clear it. "Fuck, get your brain back on work. You've got a meeting with Borges at 4."
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At two o'clock his secretary buzzed him. He picked up the phone. "Yes?"
"Mr. Stevenson, Mr. Parsons just called and said he needed you in his office immediately." Her voice was a bit anxious. "He told me to tell you that it was an emergency and he needed your services right away."
Sam gasped silently for a moment in shock but realized that she had totally missed Mr. Parsons' clearly intended double entendre.
"OK, thank you, Alice," Sam said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Probably some computer problem and he wants it solved right away."
"Oh, of course," she replied.
"I might not be back before my meeting with Mr. Borges at 3, so would be please hold my calls for the rest of the day?" Sam asked, politely giving her instruction.
"Yes, of course."
Sam gathered the documents that he needed for the meeting with Mr. Borges, took a deep breath and put on his suit coat.
He went over in his mind the tasks he had for the day, sent a few emails to make sure things remained on track, rescheduled a call he had with a vendor in the early afternoon and headed out for his appointment with the man who had just fucked his darling Carrie.
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"So, Sam ...," Mr. Parsons drawled with a smirk to his junior executive as Sam walked into the dominant male's larger office, "used your wife like a little slut today. She did a great job, as we have come to expect from her."
