I laughed when I got that first email. I don't know why I bothered to open it. It was probably a bunch of guys wanting to participate in threesomes. When I got the auto-response with the orientation meeting information, I stopped laughing. I've been coming to the evening meetings for six months. It's time I took my turn on the stool.
"Hi, I'm Ed, and I'm a cuckold."
"Hi, Ed."
When I was in high school, I loved working with wood making model airplanes, all kinds of stuff. When I graduated, I figured the perfect job for me would be carpentry. Pounding nails eight hours a day wasn't as much fun as one hour three times a week in wood shop. I stuck with it for a couple years before throwing in the hammer.
Next I tried fast food. What's so difficult about cooking a hamburger? It's easy. Try doing two hundred an hour during lunch rush. They all have to stay on the grill for the same amount of time, so they come out properly cooked. You can't fall behind or the customers become impatient. You can't get ahead, or they get cold and have to be thrown out.
After a couple weeks of flipping burgers, I started digging through the Sunday want ads. My wife showed me a sales job she thought would be perfect for me. I didn't know anything about selling. I had never done it before. It was a foreign to me as a Cuban cigar was to a nonsmoker. Wearing a suit and tie was the last thing I wanted to do. The pay was strictly commission. No sales meant no paycheck. The harder I resisted the ad, the harder Connie pushed me to at least apply. Finally I gave in to shut her up.
I arrived at the office ten minutes after it opened. There was already a large crowd of people in the waiting room. They looked like they were born in suits. They chatted amongst themselves like they were old friends. I glanced around the room hoping to find an excuse to run away, but the receptionist caught my eye. Damn, that woman was hot. Her tits were huge. Connie's no slouch in the bra department, but this dame made her look flat-chested. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to the nipple level exposing her ample cleavage. It was so thin you could easily see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples pushed out the material, and she didn't seem to care.
"Are you here for the sales position?" she asked.
"Ah...yes, ma'am," I said.
She handed me a clipboard with some forms on it. "Bring these back to me when you've completed them," she said smiling. "You may attach your resumé if you have one."
A resumé? I hadn't thought about one. I wouldn't have known how to make one even if I had remembered it. I took the clipboard and found a seat in a corner. The other applicants appeared to be fresh out of college. With that kind of competition, I figured I had absolutely no chance of getting the job.
Fifteen minutes later, I returned the clipboard to the receptionist. She glanced at the forms -- I supposed to be sure I had filled them out completely -- and asked me to follow her. The way she swung her hips, I would have followed her to the North Pole. She only took me as far as the next office where she introduced me to Carl, the manager.
He looked over my application. "I see you are a carpenter," he said.
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"I don't see any sales experience."
"No, sir."
"No problem. We sell building supplies. I can teach you how to sell. Present the product, listen to and overcome objections, write up the order. Most of my salespeople don't know ash from redwood. That's the hard part, learning the products. Can you start on Monday?"
"Yes, Sir!"
The receptionist gave me a big smile when I left Carl's office. I thought it was my imagination, but she seemed to be showing me more of her abundant cleavage. She gave me a packet of new-hire forms to take home and complete over the weekend.
That night, Connie was the hottest I had experienced in our three years of marriage. She had me kneel over her chest so she could wrap her breasts around my cock and tittie fuck me. I closed my eyes and imagined it was the receptionist doing my dong. When I climaxed, my load landed on the pillow above her head. That had never happened before. Disappointed I didn't even get any cum on her face, she shoved her finger up my ass to get me hard again, then sucked me off in record time gulping down every drop.
Monday, I learned the receptionist's name was Linda. She was Carl's wife. I couldn't understand why he let her exhibit herself the way she did. I wasn't about to complain. Maybe he liked showing her off. Maybe it was her idea, and he had to go along with it for some reason.
Training was two weeks long. I had never done any plumbing or electrical work before. It was October when I finally got out into the field.
Sales was not as easy as Carl had said, especially going into the slow season. I did make a few sales -- a hundred studs here, a keg of nails there, some wiring. Fortunately, Connie had a good job, or we would have starved.
Shortly after Thanksgiving, the office gossips began speculating about who had been the top salesperson that year. An equally hot topic was who had been the worst. The rumor was that that person would be fired right after the Christmas party, which was when the top person would be named. There was no doubt in my mind that I was the bottom dog.
A week before the party, I sat down with Connie and told her about the rumors and what they meant for me. When I finished laying things out, she sat quietly for a minute. "I think," she began slowly, "a little blackmail might be in order."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I think I can get him into bed with me. You hide in the closet and take a few pictures of him fucking me. We will tell him we'll show them to his wife if he fires you."
"I can find other work. I can't let you be a whore."
"Okay, let's hear your bright idea."
