Alexa was introduced in my story "Couldn't have done it without Alexa." Her husband's corporate rise was aided greatly by her machinations and willingness to go the extra mile. The story was told from his point of view and left much to the imagination. But since Alexa was the one experiencing what was going on, whether her husband was able to witness it or not, it made sense to narrate the story from her perspective. A number of readers mentioned that they loved the story but found it light on the sex. Well, her husband had to be a bit circumspect, would he not? Alexa, on the other hand, can provide as much detail as possible and really fill in the gaps.
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As Herberto tightened his hold around my waist, our bodies melded. I could feel that he was being turned on by my proximity and by not objecting to the placement of his hands, one of which was caressing my rear end continuously and the other rubbing my exposed back, I was indicating my willingness to go much further. This wasn't just a friendly dance at an office party, what I was engaged in was a full-fledged seduction in motion. While the sight of his wife, dressed provocatively in a backless dress, acting so vulnerable in the grasp of another man should have filled my husband, Imtiaz, with jealousy and rage, he knew that whatever I was doing would only help in his corporate advancement. After all, Herberto was by no means the first person to have gotten so close to me, rather there was a trail of facilitators who had been part of our lives since our marriage some time ago. Herberto nibbled on my ear and asked if I was open to a private nightcap following the party. I imagine my affirmative response could have surprised many spouses, but not Imtiaz. I figured Imtiaz would exit the party relatively soon, allowing me to firmly cement things with Herberto over the coming hours.
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I had met Imtiaz in Islamabad; he was my elder brother's classmate at the International School. Having received his degree abroad and holding a job offer in the Arabian Gulf, his family had approached mine when he had returned to Pakistan after his education. My brother was his biggest supporter so things moved quickly and we were married soon after he started his career.
My name, not Pakistani by any means, was courtesy of my British mother, who had married my father, a Pakistani diplomat, while he was stationed in London. I had been brought up to display a great sense of openness, style and gregariousness throughout my life. This made me one of the most popular of the wives amongst our company group in Saudi, at least among the guys if not the ladies! It did help greatly that I had inherited much of my mother's looks and since my mom had been a model for part of her life both in England and Pakistan, I was able to turn heads with consummate ease given the flair I had inherited for carrying off sexy clothing without a hitch. Though fluent in the local Pakistani languages, I was more at home thinking like a Westerner and talking in English acquired from my parents or the French I had learned in school. Imtiaz never knew for sure if I was a virgin when we married, Pakistani custom would have dictated so. For the record, I wasn't, but exercise and sense of purpose had kept me almost pristine. Furthermore I had not been overly promiscuous in pre-marriage sex, but had only experienced it three or four times with a couple of friends, and then on a visit to Europe after my high school graduation, while away from the views of my otherwise hawkishly protective family. My still considerable tightness in the bridal bed and the subsequent ardour in our lovemaking prompted us to not revisit our lives prior to hitching up. The way I looked at it, there was no way Imtiaz had not dipped his wick during his long stay in the US, and if he was happy supposing that I was virginal, so be it!
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Will
I
"I cannot believe that Ramesh got the Brand Manager position that I had been promised," Imtiaz was letting everything out, his anger turning him very red.
I had recognized the minute he entered the door that something was amiss.
"How come?" I asked with great concern, "you had a lock on that promotion?"
"I have no clue," he responded, "in fact when they called everyone to the conference room today, I was sure it was to announce my new position."
This was not a time to hear explanations that would make him feel worse. I had to take immediate action to relieve some of his tension.
"Let me put you to ease right now," I suggested, sitting him down in an armchair and removing his shoes.
My fingers traced the outline of his zipper and soon his cock was in my hands. Despite the bad news Imtiaz had received and the dumps he imagined himself in, his manhood was up and ready. I decided to go slow and began by using my tongue to tease the opening in his dick and then letting it go up and down the shaft as if it was a highway of sorts. Soon my palm also began to warm the already plumped up skin on his prick. He was primed to go and I gladly took him into my mouth. Seconds later, just as I sent his entire rod down to the deepest recesses of my throat, he exploded. It was a major eruption but bravely I managed to keep everything inside, choking on the amount of jism that had gone down my mouth. Giving the tip a final kiss, I pushed him back and went off to clean my mouth. I knew that his immediate anger had dissipated and we could now talk sensibly.
"So what do you think happened?" I asked point blank on returning a few moments later, mouth all gargled out, as he was still recovering from the fabulous blow job.
"For all I know he fucked the Marketing Manager, you do know the guy appears to be gay and Ramesh may have just gone along with things to move up."
I did not have a clue, why he said that, but figured it did make him feel good to accuse both the boss and Ramesh of indiscretion. Sure Will, the Marketing Manager, was a bit strange and the more likely reason for his picking Ramesh over Imtiaz was that my husband was overly aggressive whereas his colleague was meeker but craftier in gaining management support.
"So you are rolling over and playing dead?"
"What else can I do?" he sounded defeated, "the position has already been announced and Ramesh is having a celebration at his place this weekend."
I knew that just accepting this injustice would really mess up his life for a while and got to wondering if there was some way to fix things.
II
Ramesh had a nice spread set up around the pool area of his apartment complex. Quite a few of the other office mates stayed in the same vicinity so it was a fairly cozy arrangement and most people did know each other. It was unseasonably cold for a swim, so no question of being in a swimsuit. Still it was nice enough to be in a short skirt that, along with high heels, showed off my legs to great advantage.
Ramesh was happy as could be, given the out of turn promotion, but Will appeared to be anticipating something and kept trying to have a personal word with the host. At some point, they both seemed to be missing from the gathering. Something definitely did not appear to be kosher.
With food served and small talk continuing, I sided up to Imtiaz, innocently asking where the restroom was located. I had a good idea where I was headed, but needed Imtiaz along to feel comfortable in case I did discover something. Pulling his hand I walked upstairs into Ramesh's apartment.
"Should we not knock?" he protested, but shut up on seeing me raising a finger to my lips.
Sounds from inside one of the rooms caught our attention. I stopped dead in my tracks when, instead of being in the bathroom, I found myself in a bedroom where Ramesh was bent over a dresser naked and Will was pummelling the proffered ass with his condom covered dick.
