Your Wife For A Promotion Ch 01

Lauren was curled up in her chair by the bay window when she heard Tom enter from the garage. She heard him laugh. He began whistling as he entered the kitchen. She sat up, attentive. She placed a bookmark in her book, stood from her cozy chair, and stretched. She wore a sheer linen blouse over a black camisole that did little to minimize her C cup breasts. Tight blue jeans outlining her peach of an ass and white sneakers completed her outfit. Lauren was five foot four, a natural blonde with dazzling blue eyes.

It took her a moment to realize he was whistling "Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead" from The Wizard of Oz. What in the world was going on? The past several months of his job had been brutal, causing him to come home most days in a terrible mood which took hours for him to recover from. He never took it out on her like some men would, but he was still not fun to be around when he was down in the dumps.

Now, today, he's laughing and whistling immediately after work? The thought of Tom coming home in a good mood made her pussy tingle in a way it hadn't in a long time. She thought about his toned body and his very nice cock for a moment and enjoyed feeling herself getting wet in anticipation.

The pop of a champagne cork sounded from below, followed by cabinet doors banging. She ran downstairs to see what in the world was going on. She entered the kitchen to see Tom pouring bubbly into two flutes as he grinned broadly. That cheerful glint in his eyes was back for the first time in more than a year.

"Hi beautiful," he said, handing her a glass of champagne. Tom was a head taller than Lauren, with brown eyes and dark hair in a standard short business cut.

"Hi yourself," she said, taking the offered glass. "What's the occasion?"

"The fucking bastards fucking fired

Price

! Can you believe it? Cheers!"

They clinked glasses and drank together.

"Fired him?" she said after swallowing. "What for?"

"God knows," he said, taking a deep swig. "Of course, they'll never admit they actually

fired

him. The language from the press release was something like 'King & Stewart Investments Chief Financial Officer Edward Price has decided to leave the company for other opportunities and to spend more time with his family'. But mark my words, they fired his ass."

She hugged him hard.

"Thank god," she said into his neck. "That jerk made your life a living hell."

He laughed.

"It gets better," he said. "They offered me his job."

"No!"

He raised his right hand.

"I promise it's true. I've been his Assistant CFO for, what, two years now? I know where all the bodies are buried. I can slip into his role with no problem. Nice bump in pay, too."

Lauren frowned.

"But you've been miserable there for ages. Why not freshen your résumé and start someplace new? Some other company that treats its employees better?"

"Ah, the company's alright. It was just Price busting my balls that was the problem."

She sipped her wine, a pensive look on her face. He topped up his glass.

She cleared her throat.

"I know you don't want to hear this but I have to say it: King & Stewart is a toxic workplace, and not just for you. Think of all the sexual harassment settlements and other lawsuits they've had just this year. And that's not mentioning the funny business with the Russians last year. The list goes on and on. You're better off getting out of there."

"Probably right," he said, putting an arm around her waist and then squeezing her butt. "Let's say I put in a couple years as CFO. I'll have a much better résumé for the next job."

"Maybe, but how miserable will you be? It's been awful watching you suffer in that job for so long."

"With Price gone, it'll be a piece of cake."

"Do what you need to do, but just know I'm against it."

"Point noted," he said, leaning in for a kiss. "Want to go upstairs?"

***

In the bedroom, Tom set down his glass and dimmed the lights. He sat on the edge of the bed, Lauren perched next to him. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard. Their tongues played as they both moaned.

He stood and began removing Lauren's top, then pulled her cami over her head. A sly grin crossed his face when her breasts appeared. She laughed.

"What is it with guys and boobs?" she asked. "What's the fascination?"

"Simple. We don't have them," he said in mock seriousness. "Next question?"

"I mean -- mmmm," she said as he circled her nipples with his thumbs, then gave her mounds a nice squeeze. She threw her head back, enjoying his attention. He kissed her, then nibbled her collarbone and earlobe.

Stepping back from the bed, he kicked off his brown penny loafers and pulled off his socks. She reached up to loosen and remove his bright blue tie, then unbuttoned his dress shirt. She rubbed his hairy chest, letting out a little moan as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop. The outline of his erection was plain to see through his boxer shorts. She licked her lips as she scooted forward on the bed to slide her jeans and underwear past her firm butt and her shapely thighs and calves. His briefs fell to the floor. Standing, they pressed their naked bodies together and kissed passionately, one of his hands squeezed her bottom and the other caressed the back of her head while she dug her fingernails into his butt.

When they came up for air, both panting with excitement, she flopped back in the middle of the bed, her bare, wet cunt on full display. A drop of her juices oozed down. Tom wasted no time to clamber up on the bed and lick the sweet droplet. She moaned and squirmed at the sensation of his tongue so close to her slit. She only had to wait a moment before she felt him lick the length of her sex. She groaned. He chuckled at her reaction.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders and shifted his position on the bed to bring his face closer to her vulva. Slowly, he licked up and down her bare pussy opening, his tongue still not entering her. She groaned in frustration and lifted her hips as her hands grabbed his head, silently begging him to tongue her harder and deeper.

He covered her mound with one warm hand for a moment, making her gasp, then separated her pussy opening with his tongue to lick her labia up and down. She cried out his name, pulling his head tighter against her. He lubed two fingers with the fluids from her drooling sex and pushed them into her vagina, where he stroked her spongy G-spot. She bucked on the bed, panting harder, feeling the rush of orgasm approaching. Circling her clitoral hood, he tortured her for a while.

"Please!" she cried. "Suck my clit! I need this!"

He wrapped his lips around her clit while he stroked it with his tongue with a motion he knew she loved. She shrieked in pleasure, legs trembling as she squeezed his head with her thighs. Her climax hit her hard, thrashing on the bed as she cried out.

"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK! TOM! SHIT FUCK DAMMIT AAAAGH! UUUUNNNNGH! YES YES YES YES YES! FUUUUUUCK!"

She collapsed on the bed, breathing hard.

Tom crawled up next to her and held her as she came down. He smirked.

"Looks like somebody enjoyed herself," he said.

"Oh my god yes," she said, still panting hard. "That was fucking amazing."

"And we're just getting started," he said as he knelt between her legs.

"Gimme a minute," she said.

He grabbed his rod and slid the head up and down her entrance, wetting it with her fluids. She groaned.

"Tell me when a minute's up," he said.

"You're mean," she said without conviction. "Fill me up with that cock of yours."

"I thought you needed a minute."

"Minute's over. Fuck now."

He slid into her as slowly as he could, holding eye contact with her. When his cock head was barely inside her, he withdrew, teasing her, then slid in again a little deeper this time.

"More," she said. "I want all of you inside me."

Over the course of a few minutes, he continued to dip into her a little more with each thrust, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding deeper into her wet, silky pussy and the noises of frustration she made every time he withdrew to the point where just his glans was at her opening. Finally, he filled her completely with his balls against her butt. She grunted as he bottomed out, stuffing her full.

He held still inside her and kissed her hard.

"I love you," he said in a whisper.

"I love you, too," she said, then with a bit of a whine whispered, "Enough sweetness and tenderness. I need you to fuck me hard, my man."

He grinned.

"Thought you'd never ask."

He withdrew completely from her cunt. She protested with a cry. Dragging her to the side of the bed, he stood and entered her again in one quick stroke. She cried out in pleasure. Over and over again, he gave her his full length with hard thrusts, filling her tight cunt as she groaned and lifted her hips to receive him. He stroked her bud with his thumb, sending her over the edge again and again, screaming all the while.

"OH FUCK OH FUCK! OH FUCK, TOM! GIVE ME YOUR COCK! UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, OOOOOOOHHHHH GOD! I'M CUMMING! DON'T STOP DON'T STOP DON'T STOP!"

She cried out, all her muscles going taut, then relaxed all over. But Tom wasn't done yet.

"Climb up on the bed," he said. "Lie on your back."

"Yes, sir," she said with a smirk but hurried to comply.

He penetrated her again forcefully, causing her to grunt, then arranged her ankles over his left shoulder with her legs together. He grabbed her ass, lifted it off the bed, and fucked her hard and fast. His balls felt like they doubled in size as he approached his climax, then as Lauren screamed her pleasure he let loose, filling her with his spunk. He shouted hoarsely as he came.

"OH FUCKING GOD LAUREN! UNN, UNNN, OHHHH, FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

He lay atop her, both out of breath. His aftershocks caused him to thrust into her another half dozen times once he had cum, grunting each time. She smiled, holding him tight. He rolled off of her, still panting from exertion.

"Dammit, Lauren, you are amazing," he said. "That was so fucking good."

She cuddled up against him, her nose in his armpit.

"It was good for me, too," she said. "You know I love that finishing move. And so unexpected for a weeknight."

They dozed for a while, holding each other naked, then woke to dress for sleep. She put on a sheer nightie and he wore soft cotton pajama bottoms. They fell into dreamless sleep together.

***

"Hi John, Kevin," Tom said as he entered the C-suite's conference room.

"Good to see you, Tom," John King, the CEO said.

"Great to meet with you," Keven Stewart said. He was the Chief Operating Officer. "We've heard great things about your work."

They took their places around the large mahogany table.

"Looks like you're up for a promotion, Tom," John said.

"I'm flattered," Tom said.

"No flattery involved," Kevin said. "Your hard work got us through this quarter."

"What about Edward?" Tom said. "I mean, I reported to him, so it was all his doing."

John shook his head.

"We know who did what," John said. "You did the heavy lifting while Edward got the credit."

"I appreciate that," Tom said.

"To change the topic to more pleasant matters," Kevin said, "we've got the quarterly earnings report to the shareholders coming up on Thursday night next week."

"Yeah, I think we've done pretty well this quarter," Tom said. "They should be pleased."

"Agreed," John said. "And we've got a celebratory party scheduled before the stockholders' meeting. We'd be very happy if you and your wife could attend. It's usually only executives and their partners who attend but you're only a hair's breadth from joining our ranks. We'd be delighted to see you there as a couple."

John frowned. Something felt off about the way John said it but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"I'm honored, of course, but I don't know what Lauren's schedule is for that night. I'll let you know."

"You do that," John said. "We wouldn't want to announce your promotion without your wife in attendance. It's important to the firm that our wives participate."

"I'll see what I can do," he said, his sense of unease growing. What were they up to?

***

"You're LATE!" John shouted, his spittle striking Stephanie's face. "These blue pills don't last forever!"

He stood in the entryway to the suite wearing a black bathrobe bearing the hotel's logo. She stood outside the door wearing a short red dress and red high heels while carrying a matching clutch purse. Her outfit showed off the sides of her ample breasts. From the front, a deep V revealed her cleavage. She felt like a cheap tart.

"I'm sorry, Sir," the wife of the Chief Legal Officer said as she stepped into the penthouse suite of the most luxurious hotel in town. She was a petite woman with dark hair styled smartly in a jawline bob with subtle streaks. Her big, curvy breasts and toned legs added to her attractiveness.

Kevin, bloated and pale with skin that looked like cottage cheese, reclined on a leather sofa. He was naked, his short, thin cock fully erect. A camera on a tripod in the center of the room was pointed at the large bed.

"

Sorry

doesn't cut it," John said, grabbing her upper arm and dragging her into the room. "You need to hold up your end of the bargain. You want hubby to keep his job, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she said, eyes down.

She shivered, remembering what she'd been through the last time her services had been called upon. John smacked her ass as he closed the door behind her.

"Remove your dress," he said in clipped tones.

She blushed as she began pulling the zipper at the back. The garment dropped to the floor, revealing her matching red lacy bra, lacy thong panties, garter belt, and hose.

"Nice," Kevin said, standing. "Exactly what we told you to wear. Come here."

Staggering a little in heels much higher than she was accustomed to, she complied as Kevin rose to stand near the foot of the enormous bed.

"On your knees," John said, "Suck off Kevin while I watch."

She obeyed. Dropping to the lush, carpeted floor, she took Kevin's cock in her mouth, bright red lips wrapped around his shaft while her tongue circled his glans. As he let out a low moan, she closed her eyes to avoid the sight of the Chief Operating Officer's unkempt white pubic hair.

"Eyes up!" Kevin said with a bark.

She complied, locking eyes with him as she worked on his pecker. John discarded his robe, tossing it onto the sofa. His skeletal frame towered over her. He knelt behind her with a little groan of effort and undid her bra clasp. He slid the straps down her shoulders. Grabbing her breasts, he squeezed them hard and pinched her nipples. The pain caused her to take in a quick breath through her nose.

"Nice tits, Mrs. Cox," John said as he continued to maul them. "Not as big as Mrs. Turner's, but I always say more than a handful is a waste."

"Faster and deeper," Kevin said, beginning to pant. "Take it all the way in your mouth. I want your nose on my stomach, bitch."

She dove onto his four inch rod, grateful it wasn't longer. The taste of his pungent pre-cum filled her mouth.

"Still not fast enough," Kevin said. "Your enthusiasm leaves much to be desired."

Kevin grabbed her head and face-fucked her hard, his mop of white hair scratching her nose with each thrust and his dangling scrotum bouncing against the bottom of her chin. John continued to paw her breasts. She moaned at her degradation, shamed to feel her pussy tingle from the way these men, her husband's bosses, were mistreating her.

Kevin sped up his thrusts, breathing harder. Without warning, he yanked her off of his dick, almost causing her to fall sideways.

"Adequate," he said. "Up on the bed. Hands and knees. Lingerie stays on."

She obeyed, waiting on all fours. Kevin knelt behind her and pulled down her thong. John arranged himself so his neatly trimmed crotch area was all she could focus on. His thick cock bobbed in time with his pulse.

"You know the drill," John said, scooting closer to her face.

She enveloped his dick with her mouth and caressed his shaved balls with one hand, sucking and moaning with feigned enthusiasm. Kevin applied lube to her rear entrance and pressed his cock head against her starfish. It slid in easily since he and the others had used her this way many times before, her tight ring gliding up and down his length. He spanked her ass again and again with his bare hand, alternating cheeks, eliciting muffled cries from around John's cock as her ass began to glow red.

Kevin and John were quiet as they fucked her. The only sounds were their labored breathing, the slap of flesh on flesh, and Stephanie's stifled cries.

The two men locked eyes.

"Ready?" John asked in a bored tone, as though he were passing Kevin a dish of foie gras.

"Ready," Kevin said.

"One!" John said.

"Two!" Kevin replied.

"THREE!" they shouted together as they bucked into her mouth and ass, filling Stephanie with their cum. They high-fived. She choked a little on John's sour spunk but managed to swallow all of the thin dribble as was expected of her. Kevin's semen filled her bowels with unwelcome warmth, then dribbled down her thigh to join her own juices as he extracted his tool from her rectum.

She collapsed onto the bed, spent. Kevin gave her a parting slap on the butt while John began dressing.

"Care to lick me clean?" Kevin said, laughing at her expression of disgust.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Cox," he continued. "I wouldn't want to take you out of commission by putting ass germs in that pretty mouth. I understand they can make one quite ill."

The men dressed, lacing their oxfords and tightening their ties while Stephanie lay watching and waiting for them to leave. The sour taste of John's watery jizz lingered in her mouth. She was dying to brush her teeth and tongue to get rid of his pungent tang.

Once the camera was packed away, John and Kevin stood by the bed for a moment admiring their prize.

"Here," John said, dropping three 100 dollar bills beside her on the bed. "Buy yourself something nice. Stay as long as you like. The suite's paid for through the end of the week. Maybe invite hubby."

The door closed behind them.

Stephanie, who was by training a therapist specializing sexual trauma, knew arousal was one of many symptoms of sexual abuse but she still felt shame as she rolled onto her back and began rubbing her wet clit harder and faster than normal, punishing herself without realizing it even as she gave herself pleasure. She played back the memory of the fucking she'd just gotten over and over in her head as she approached climax, grunting and panting on the bed.

Twitching and bucking her hips, she came hard with a sharp scream, then went limp. She sat up and wept, half-filling the nearby trash can with used kleenex. Eventually she pulled herself together enough to stumble to the bathroom so she could brush her teeth, shower, and reapply her makeup.