Like many men who have written, I have always had a special desire for my wife
to be with another man. The fact that others might want and desire her makes me
incredibly horny. To that end, we have experimented often with dressing her in
outrageous clothing and allowing men in malls, parking lots, highways, bars, etc
to catch glimpses of her body under very public situations. We had discussed
this fantasy at great length over a period of years without anything actually
occurring. We had failed, it seems, to attract the right man. Or perhaps we were
too shy/unsure of how to connect with the right one to have success. Susan
worked as the secretary to the Vice President of a small advertising
corporation. The office was completely populated with men except for her. She
took great effort after being hired to maintain a mixture of friendly banter and
professional conduct. As our active fantasy lives progressed, she began to wear
more and more revealing outfits to the office each day, all the while trying to
gauge the other men's opinions. Dave, the VP, seemed intrigued with watching her
move around the offices. He almost stared whenever she was working at the lower
filing cabinet drawer while wearing a skirt. Susan, being well aware of his
interest, she made sure she occasionally bent over his desk and revealed her
lace brassiere or showed her panties to him when the working situation allowed.
Susan was amazed at the amount of attention she managed to get - not only did
Dave watch avidly, but other account executives found reasons to hang around the
VP's office throughout the day, trying to casually pass the time while they
tried to observe her. Office lunch meetings suddenly became popular and Susan
was 'expected' to attend, extensively to take notes but really so that the men
could spend time looking - and dreaming. Yet none approached her, at least none
she took too seriously. I encouraged her to look and even touch as much as she
wanted. Each night she related the days events to me with an incredible gleam in
her eye. Then life took an interesting turn. After everyone left from the table
one day, Dave lingered and asked Susan to wait with him. As soon as they were
alone, he looked at her and said "I have really come to appreciate how truly
lovely and sexy you are since you've changed your wardrobe. The others agree
with me wholeheartedly. I would like to make you more of a corporate asset, if
you are willing." "Of course, Dave," she replied with a smile, "If there is
anything I could do to be more of a team player or more help to the organization
I would gladly do it!!" Dave stared for a moment then rose as if making a
decision. "I will meet you at Trefoils at 9 tonight. We will be having a
business dinner so I want you to dress properly. I think the green dress you
wore last week would be perfect. Oh," he continued as if an afterthought,
"stockings, a garter belt, and some lacy lingerie are also appropriate." She sat
a little stunned as he walked away. He had given her instructions exactly as if
she were expected to obey him. All afternoon her mind whirled at the
implications and the possibilities. The green dress he mentioned had buttons
from hem to neckline and was almost virtually transparent - she'd worn a full
slip under it to the office but she knew she wouldn't tonight. She presented
herself to the Maitre D' and was escorted to a secluded section of the
restaurant. Dave rose upon her arrival and, as she began to slide into the booth
seat, flipped her skirt up so that she sat with only her G string between her
ass and the seat. The waiter took drink orders and disappeared. She was startled
to feel Dave's hand resting on her knee yet gave no resistance when he began to
caress her thighs beneath the table. As the waiter returned with the drinks, his
fingers suddenly rose and stroked her covered slit. She couldn't possibly react
with the waiter standing there, so she allowed his hand to roam - she even
widened her legs to give him better access! During the salad, he leaned towards
her and said softly "Unbutton the top two buttons." Nervously, she did as she
was told even though she knew that with only five buttons holding her dress
closed, the opening of two would expose her almost to her waist. Dave carelessly
brushed the soft cloth back, further exposing her lace covered breasts. When the
waiter came with the main course, his eyes almost fell out of his head. He left,
and again Dave continued to touch and stroke her whenever he felt like it.
Breasts. Nipples. Thighs. Pussy. She hardly knew what food was in front of her
as she became mesmerized with his attentions. He had her stand, removed her G
string and placed it clearly on the top of the table. He had her open the two
lower buttons of her dress as well. Only a single button at her waist held it
closed. Her legs were spread obscenely at his insistent efforts to make her have
an orgasm. The return of the waiter with the check was the final straw, though.
Dave calmly and slowly read through the bill, making sure that all was in order.
The entire time, he was stroking her clit with his fingers in plain view of the
waiter. He stopped for a moment to retrieve a credit card, reached and
unbuttoned the final dress button, then spread the transparent cloth completely.
"Thank you," he told the gaping waiter who left with only a single backward
glance. Then entire situation finally got to Susan and she shuddered violently
through an intense orgasm. Dave guided her out the back entrance, her dress wide
open. They approached her car, he told her to remove her dress, and held out his
hand. Nervously, she glanced around the darkened lot and, seeing no one in view,
did as she was told. He helped her into the driver seat and waited until the
door closed. "You are going to be an excellent asset, Susan. Go home and fuck
your husband. I will keep your dress and G string until tomorrow. You can
explain your lack of clothing to him anyway you want, it doesn't matter to me. I
think we now have a perfect understanding of each other's roles, don't we?"
"Yes," she stammered, "I think we do." "Your dress code now requires stockings,
garter, and a lace brassiere if you wear one at all. No pantyhose. No panties.
Skirts, sheer blouses and dresses. With buttons. Good night," he said with a
smile. Her explanation that night (and my reaction to it) was a sight to behold.
Never had I been so turned on! Susan was incredible - she described the scene
explicitly in vulgar language, something she'd never used before in bed. She
demanded my attention and I willingly gave it. Our sexual life reached
extraordinary heights that night! Yet it didn't end there. At work, Susan would
often find herself called into Dave's office. He would tell her to disrobe and
show him every article of clothing she was wearing that day. Frequently, he
would reach under her skirt as she stood beside his desk and play with her clit
as he talked to her. If she was braless, he would insist she open an extra
button or two so that her luscious breasts would be more clearly exposed. He
purchased a glass table for her to use as a desk, placing it so that he could
look directly at her spread pussy from his office. Once, she walked in at his
summons to find him talking on the phone with his hardened cock in his hand. He
just waved her in and motioned for her to kneel beside him. When she did, he
swiveled his chair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. He maintained his
conversation as he relaxed into her blowjob. He placed the call on hold for a
moment, pulled his cock from her mouth, and sprayed his semen across her face.
This, too, became an everyday occurrence. Dave made sure she gave him at least
one orgasm every day - she jerked him off, sucked him off, and even brought him
to orgasm between her tits. His sperm spewed onto almost every inch of her body
in the course of a month. Yet, as wild and enjoyable as all of this was, she
still hadn't gotten fucked by another man. She was in almost a frenzy over it,
but Dave would not allow her any control whatsoever over what was done to her.
The piece de resistance come during a business convention located at a distant
city. Once again, she wasn't asked about going: she was told to be at the
airport at a certain time and that she'd return home 4 days later. She had
packed clothing with Dave's orders clearly in mind, but upon their arrival in
Culver, they took a cab directly to the shopping district where Dave proceeded
to purchase a complete wardrobe for her. Exotic leather skirts, ultra sheer
blouses, stockings, a merry widow corset, six inch spiked heels and, most
outrageously, a thin slip to be worn as a dress. After the purchases were stowed
in the trunk, Dave drove to a seedier part of town, stopped at a small store and
left her sitting as he went inside. Several minutes later he reappeared carrying
a brown paper bag. They drove directly to the hotel where Susan was surprised to
find that there were two rooms instead of one. She'd assumed Dave was going to
share a single one with her. There was a connecting door between them at least.
Dave told her to take a bath and change, then quietly closed the door. As she
relaxed in the steamy bath, she wondered again what might be in store for her.
She knew she had my permission to do anything at all, and she'd decided to go
for broke and see what happened. After all, she snickered, it's not as if I've
been a monogamous wife these last weeks! Her mind drifted in the warmth,
returning again and again to Dave's erect cock and the things she'd done with
it. Moments after she finally dragged herself out of the cooling tub and had
gotten dressed, the door opened and Dave entered. He placed a thick choker
necklace around her throat, spun her around gently and surveyed her appearance.
She had chosen to wear the merry widow beneath an incredibly sheer black blouse,
a black suede skirt that covered the tops of her stockings (when she stood), and
her very spiked heels. The overall effect was blatantly sexual: her breasts were
clearly visible, lifted and thrust forward by the braless underwired corset with
only the sheer blouse actually covering them. The choker was also made of
leather and reminded her of a collar. She gasped as she realized that was
exactly what Dave had intended!! "We're having dinner with a client tonight. I
expect you will be your usual entertaining self," he said with a smile. With
that, he led her from the room and into the elevator. As they descended, he
playfully pulled and twisted her nipples one after the other. When another guest
got on, he merely turned to face her and continued. By the time they'd reached
the restaurant, he'd also run his fingers under her skirt and determined that
she not only didn't wear any panties, but her slit was thoroughly drenched. They
were joined by Arthur, a contact within a very large firm who's advertising
money was as yet uncommitted. She was placed between the two in the curved booth
and, once again, Dave lifted her skirt as she was seated. "Arthur, this is
Susan," Dave began. "You must agree, she is a tremendous corporate benefit. She
is the one I told you about. She came on this trip for one reason and one reason
only. She is the corporate whore." Susan's sharp intake of breath and widened
eyes were her only reaction. Not that her mind wasn't racing and wondering what
the hell she'd gotten into, but Dave held her thigh to prevent any further
movement giving her amateur status away to Arthur. Oh Lord, she thought
desperately, I am in really, really deep here! Before she could vocalize a
sound, Arthur's hand was on her other thigh, sliding upward over the stocking
tops. She felt her legs being tugged apart: one by Dave, one by Arthur. In an
eye blink, they had draped her legs over theirs so that she was almost
spread-eagled beneath the table cloth. Neither the movement of the waiters nor
the other patrons seemed to deter the men. They touched her in every manner
conceivable until she had a shuddering orgasm. She remained in that position
throughout the meal, the men occasionally reaching to stroke her again and
again. When they finished the dinner, the three left the restaurant and Dave
whispered into her ear "Take him to your room and leave my door open. Let him do
whatever he wants." Once again in the elevator, Susan cleared her throat
hesitantly and said "I'm in 1704. Please come join me." "Alright," Arthur
replied with a smile, "I will." Dave got off one floor below and the two
remaining proceeded to her room. Once inside, Susan unobtrusively checked the
connecting door to make sure it was open, then turned to Arthur and smiled.
Without a word she dropped to her knees, opened and lowered his pants and
shorts, and proceeded to lick and suck him. He was 'of smaller stature' than she
was used to (or so she said), but she made every effort to give as much pleasure
as possible. And it didn't take long. With no warning at all, she felt him swell
and begin to spurt into her mouth. The sheer volume of fluid overflowed her
gulping throat and ran down her face. "I am certainly glad my company decided to
give our business to your firm," Arthur said as he fixed his clothing. "I think
we'll have a very profitable future ahead." She knelt before him and smiled as
he said goodbye and departed. Immediately, the door to Dave's room swung open
and he entered. "Very, very nice Susan, now I want you to come over here." he
said as he opened his robe and sat in the chair. Without hesitation, she knelt
before her second man in minutes and began to suck his cock voraciously. "Yes,"
he said as he reached for the phone and began dialing, "you are going to be an
excellent corporate whore." "Who are you calling?" she asked between licks.
"Just get back to work, slut, I want to come," he said. "Hello? Robert? Dave.
Listen, it's early and I want to know if you are still interested in our thank
you gift. Yes. Of course, of course!! Room 1704. Susan. Okay. Bye!" He hummed
softly to himself as she continued her ministrations until he finally pulled her
head away from his cock. "Well, there's no time right now, we'll have to
continue later," he said as he stood a left the room. He returned in a moment
carrying a brown bag. He pulled some items from the bag, placing them around the
bed. "Come over here," he said. Quickly she found herself handcuffed and tied so
that her ankles and hands were attached to each other. Her position left her no
choice but to lay on the bed with her knees widely spread, her arms trapped at
her sides. "You'll like Robert," he said with a smile. "He'll be here in a
moment." And he again left the room. The man she assumed was Robert entered the
room and grinned at her. Without saying a word, her disrobed and her eyes
widened as she realized he was the owner of one of the largest cocks she had
ever imagined. He walked to the side of the bed and carelessly rubbed the
cockhead against her face until she began to stretch her mouth towards it in
hopes of sucking him. He allowed her to lick the head, but she was unable to
take more than a few inches of it into her mouth. He stepped back and inspected
her with approval. Finally, he climbed onto her restrained body and placed the
head against the opening of her pussy. "Oh God," she murmured, "Please. I want
it so bad. Please fuck me!" With a grunt her leaned harder until the head
finally slipped within her. Stroke after stroke followed, her orgasms crashed
against her. Deeper and deeper his cock slid until, at last, she knew he was
completely engulfed inside her. He was a slow, steady cocks man - he withdrew
almost completely and again slid it home. She was delirious with pleasure and he
fucked her. Her hips bucked and strained to take more and more of him. She
wanted it all, wanted him as badly as anyone she'd ever fucked. As his
excitement rose, he began to pound into her harder and harder as she moaned
until she felt him begin to grow! Just before his orgasm erupted, he withdrew
his cock and sprayed her face with cum. Spurt after spurt fell on her and she
tried to capture as much as she could in her mouth. Still no saying a word, he
dressed and left the room. Dave reentered and released her restraints, telling
her to bathe and change into something else. Numbly she complied, relishing the
warmth of the fragrant waters of the tub. she exited, dried and selected her new
attire. A soft cotton skirt with pleats complimented the blouse of white silk.
She wore no brassiere, but hooked her stockings to a white garter belt and
placed a different pair of spiked shoes on her feet. She twirled before the
mirror, realizing that the skirt lifted completely to her waist as she did. They
left the room together and went to the hospitality suite. There they found
several men lounging around talking and watching the hotel television. Dave
seemed to know everyone present, she even recognized some names from times they
had called the office. Her knees shook from the fucking she had just received,
but she never left Dave's side. He seemed to be talking almost everyone - a word
here, a smile there. After an hour of socializing, he turned to her and said
"There is a bedroom through those doors. Go in. Someone will join you in a
moment." With trepidation she complied, not knowing exactly what to expect.
Within minutes, a man came in to find her sitting on the edge of the bed.
Wasting no time, he pulled his medium sized dick from his pants and stepped
towards her. She knew what was expected without having to be told. His cock
slipped past her lips and her tongue went to work on him. He lasted only a few
seconds before splashing her throat with juice. As he opened the door, a second
man entered. "No blowjob, slut, I want to fuck you," he said as he approached
and began to squeeze and touch her breasts. Obediently, she reclined and the man
climbed between her waiting thighs. His cock was also of average length and,
after Robert's monster, she was readily able to take him deeply into her pussy.
He pounded her for several minutes and spurted violently. He rose and before she
was able to even move, another man took his place. She hadn't even seen him open
the door! As he stroked within her, she was flabbergasted to realize someone
else was standing beside the bed. She reached and drew his dick into her mouth.
Orgasm after orgasm took her - she lost all track of time. When the cocks
finally stopped being shoved in her or towards her several hours had passed, she
was naked except for stockings, garter and shoes, and she was covered in a
tremendous amount of cum. "How ... how many?" she gasped at Dave. He laughed,
helping her onto her feet and into her clothing, "I think there were 10, but I
know for a fact that several came back for a second chance." "TEN!" she asked
shakily, "what have you done?" "I've done exactly what I intended," he replied,
"I've turned you into a most wonderful whore!" She returned after four days with
a huge smile on her face. She told me of her exploits with breathless amazement.
The firm had signed up over 25 new clients during the convention and she was
convinced that she was the reason they chose Dave's office to do the work. Every
day they were in Culver, she was fucked by as many men as Dave could arrange.
She'd had 12 the first evening, 25 the second day (some of them the same men),
30 or so the third and as many the fourth. Well, it could have been more. It
seems Dave had placed her in what he called the 'party room' and she took on men
nonstop for six hours, stopping only for dinner. She had no idea how many men
had orgasms during that free-for-all. She only knew that she'd been a complete
slut, allowing herself to take three men at the same time - her mouth, her pussy
and her asshole were filled with cock. Truly, she'd become a corporate
benefit!!!
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