This is a story about a married, highly sexual, dysfunctional couple that use sex for selling. This is a fantasy story. It is just a bit of fun, please enjoy.
I was not sure which category to put this in as so much is happening, so it is all in the tags and I hope people who do not normally read this gerne will find something they like here.
Oxford's English dictionaries define fiction as "Something that is invented or untrue." So please do not tell me 'It would not happen like that'. Because you are right. It probably would not. This is fiction, so do not complain it is not real. If you want realism, please go watch a documentary or the news.
Dictionaries also tell me there are several meanings for the word fantasy. This is the one I have used. 'The Facility or Activity of imagining impossible or improbable things.'
I don't think people like this really exist. At least I hope not.
Carol, my wife was laid on her back, her hands bound behind her. A penis gag was sticking out of her mouth. Her ex-boss, Shirley, also with her hands tied behind her was between her thighs licking her pussy whilst Barbara, Shirley's wife clad in a latex catsuit was gently moving up and down on the penis sticking up from my wife's mouth. In her right hand she was clutching a remote control.
I was fully impaled in Shirley's arse. I could not get into her pussy as there was a vibrating no strap dildo in there, the one that was controlled by the remote Barbara was holding. In a short while that dildo would be in my wife's pussy. Barbara could be wicked with that control.
Barbara's head went back, she was first to come. I pulled Shirley back from licking my wife's pussy, pushed her up and with my hand I guided the dildo she was wearing into my wife's pussy, I managed to stay buried in Shirley's backside.
As soon as Barbara saw us all coupled, she ramped the remote up. All of a sudden I had two bucking broncos beneath me, and I could not hold on. I was ejected. That suited me. I pulled Shirley out of my wife and laid her on the bed. Lifting my wife's stocking clad legs up I rammed my cock into her up to the hilt. I was bigger than the dildo that I replaced. She carried on coming and she rammed her head up pushing the penis gag in her mouth deep into Barbara's pussy, she came again. Glancing at Shirley she was coming again with the vibrating dildo in her pussy. With all these orgasming women around me, the pulsing of my wife's pussy, I shot my load deep into her. That was one of the rules.
I collapsed forward and then rolled off my wife. Barbara lifted herself off the dildo sticking out of my wife's mouth and slid down beside Shirley. I wondered if tonight would be the night and as I laid down beside Carol I thought back to how we ended up here, it is an interesting story?
I met Carol at university. We were both reading business studies, she was reading engineering as well and I was doing psychology. We clicked that first day we met. We had sex that first night. It was fantastic and when we could, we had sex every two or three days. We married straight after university, sex was daily and got kinky too.
Carol went straight into sales for an engineering firm and I managed to get a position in HR for a pharmaceutical company in the same town. Carol showed me how much fun, and better paid selling was. So, when an opening came up in my company I applied for the job and got it. That was five years ago now. Carol and I had been regularly the top sales people in our respective companies. There is a reason for that. Sex sells. Our jobs involved a lot of travelling and that first six months of travelling away from each other was quite hard. Often, the trips away didn't coincide and the first day back we would have sex everywhere. The first one was her across the back of the sofa as soon as the one who had been away walked through the door just to get it out of the way and we could do the next one properly.
That was a long way from where we started several months ago to where we are now. It almost cost her her marriage.
After a long week away, we were laid in bed after a particularly energetic bout of sex and love, I told her my story of the last hospital I visited. I walked into the room to meet my customers. There were two ladies sitting there. I overheard the more mature one of the pair say to her young colleague. "I do hope my old man is up for it tonight. He has been slacking recently."
The younger one looked at me and said to her, "I bet you could do with something like that." She said, nodding towards me.
The mature lady looked at me and said, "I most certainly could. I might have to increase my order for a night with him." She was smiling as if she was joking.
I held my hand up, showing them my wedding ring. "Thank you, ladies, but spoken for." I looked more closely at the mature lady. She was about forty, but she was damn good looking, a right MILF or she could even be a GILF.
"Well, if you change your mind. I know you have my phone number." The MILF said, maybe she was not joking.
Carol told me she got flirted with quite a bit and there had even been some out right invitations for sex. That had happened to me as well.
People seem to think I'm good looking. I am just under six foot tall, blonde hair always kept neatly trimmed. No poncy ponytails or long hair for me. Always clean shaven. I dressed well, to impress and it seemed to work. You cannot look shabby as a salesman. I was quite broad in the shoulder. I did Taekwondo and swam a lot when I could. I always tried to get a hotel with a swimming pool. It kept me fit. Now my Carol was a stunner 36-24-36 and the 24 got a lot smaller in the right corset. She loved the way they made her feel. Long blonde wavy hair and the cutest nose you've ever seen with a dazzling smile, especially when she looked over the top of her glasses and gave me that cheeky grin, she turned me on like no-one else. I had seen her use that look to get what she wanted. She told me she got hit on quite a lot, I expected she would. She assured me she always refused, and I believed her.
Laid in my arms Carol asked me what I thought the order increase might be if I ever slept with the MILF. I suspected about ten or twelve percent, they would shift their purchase from other suppliers to me. She asked me if I was tempted, I had to admit I was, but I wasn't going to risk losing my marriage.
"Well, if it was just business, I suppose that would be okay." She said. That stunned me.
I got a little bit angry, thoughts flashing through my mind, not good ones. "Have you been doing it already?" I said angrily.
She leapt up on her knees and looked down on me. "No sweetheart, I haven't, ask around. I will give you my phone, phone anyone and ask about me. I'm the Ice Seller, that's my nickname."
I had been to a few parties with her workmates and being married to a beautiful woman you are always on the lookout for hints that something was going on. I saw nothing, so I believed her.
"But that means you would have to do it as well, and I'm frightened of losing you to some smarmy git?"
"Sweetheart, that would never happen. It would just be business, with getting an itch scratched at the same time."
We slept on it. I did not sleep, things were going round in my head, and it turns out, in hers too. The following morning over hot chocolate and croissants she looked at me and said "What if we had an agreement, a list of rules and get out clauses we could increase our sales. Build a nice nest egg from the commission."
"So, are you suggesting an open marriage?" I asked.
I could see her thinking. "Well, I suppose I am, but not completely, there would be rules to stop it getting out of hand. What do you think?"
"No, I am worried you or I will get into a relationship and have a proper affair and ruin our marriage. Fall in love with someone else. I like the idea but not the risk. So, No."
"Sweetheart, I'm frightened of losing you as well. Yes, I know I'm insecure, but I love you and I realise we both need more sex than what we're getting with all the travelling, but I am frightened of losing you as well." She said.
After taking a sip of her chocolate, she carried on. "There will be rules to stop that happening and clauses that either one of us could call a stop to it if the rules are broken or things are getting too much. Look, we're both twenty-five in a couple of months' time. How about we do it for four years then stop on your Twenty-ninth birthday and we start making babies." She giggled. "That means we could have a little bundle of joy for my thirtieth birthday. Boy or girl, I don't mind." I knew she had an idea that would be about the right time we would be financially secure. We spent the rest of the weekend coming up with rules and clauses.
Despite our insecurities It worked out very well. The customer would increase the order, and we would drop the unit price. Everyone won and we had good sex, well most times.
For the first two years it went well, very well. We were the highest selling salesperson in our respective companies. Our bank account was growing very well, and we were slightly ahead of our planned route to financial security. I am sure some people suspected what we were doing. I know Carol's boss Shirley did. Shirley and Carol had become friends due to Carol's success. We always supported each other's awards parties and at one of Carol's parties Shirley and her wife Barbara came up to us and said quietly. "I suspect what you're doing, just don't get caught, it doesn't look good on you or the company." I had watched Shirley and Barbara before, they were both MILFS, but not interested in men. Pity. There was something going on there. Shirley seemed to instruct Barbara on what to do and Barbara followed her around like a little puppy. Shirley was never rude to Barbara, she always said please and thanked her for anything she did. But it all seemed a little odd, especially when you realised that Barbara was always wearing black leather. Perhaps they were a little bit kinky. I thought to myself that I would never find out.
Carol was coming back from a trip, hers and mine had overlapped. I had not seen her for over a week. She was on time; she had texted me. I prepared everything, she came bouncing through the front door already taking her clothes off heading towards the sofa. I could see she was wearing stockings and no knickers in preparation for what we normally did. But I was not ready for that.
"Sweetheart please sit down, we need to talk." I said to her.
Her face fell.
Carol sat on the sofa, the one that in normal times she would been having the arse shagged off over. She saw the bottle of wine with two glasses, both full. She was tempted to take a big swallow, that would show her nervousness. How much did Jeremy know, she wondered to herself?
Jeremy spoke calmly. "I can't do this anymore. This needs to stop. I'm invoking The Clause."
