Spontaneous Combustion - Installment III - Advancing the Business
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Rhino

Spontaneous Combustion - Installment III

Advancing the Business

Author's Note: This is a continuation of the epic novel story. Andrew Mason moves into a leadership role and learns more about his impact and his future prospects. This is a key segment preparing for future erotic exploits. Hang in there, there's more to come. --Rhino

Six more months passed. During that time period, a series of events transpired to alter opinions and convictions. These events started the very next week after Ron's visit. James Shaw called Andrew to his office. After congratulating him on the successful visit and the additional orders, James asked about Ron Griffith's interest in entertainment. When Ron explained that it didn't come up, James Shaw expressed his disappointment. He opined that the orders could have been even greater if that option had been offered.

Andrew was surprised at Shaw's observation and with the intensity with which it was delivered. Defensively, he spoke out, "Well, I'm not sure about that. First of all, he didn't have time on this visit. He was only here for two half-days, one night. Secondly, he talked a lot about his wife with me. I know her. She used to baby sit for my girls. Well, so did he for that matter. I will have to be very careful how I bring that up, because of Sally Griffith. I will need a lot more preparation time and need to know a lot more about the entertainment options."

Shaw pursed his lips as if in deep thought. "We can arrange for more preparation time for you and help you learn more about the options. You know, you may be right. It may not be appropriate for you to bring up the idea to Griffith. I may work out an alternative plan."

"I may be right about something else," Andrew suggested.

"And what might that be?"

"Ron Griffith may not be interested in sexual entertainment at all. In fact, the suggestion may do more harm than good to our company's business relationship with him."

"H-m-m-m. I'll have to think about that. It's certainly a possibility." Shaw paused in thought for a moment. "Maybe we should get another opinion. I may set up a strategy session. I'll let you know. Meanwhile, you be thinking how you can use your relationship with Griffith to increase our business. It will become very important to our company that we grow our sales. Be imaginative. Be creative."

A few days later, Shaw called Andrew. "Hello, Andrew. Are you free for a few drinks this evening? I've put together a strategy session for our Griffith project. We'll have some free-wheeling discussion and see if we can figure out the best course of action."

"What time?"

"About 5:30, right after work."

"How long will this last? I'll have to let Karen know that I may be late for supper."

"I'd tell her about ninety minutes, two hours at the most."

"Okay, where?"

Shaw named the lounge and hung up. Andrew called Karen at work to let her know that Shaw wanted to meet with him after hours, so she'd have to get all the kids. Karen was curious about the meeting, but agreed to uphold her family obligation and get the kids. She hung up feeling proud that she was being supportive of her husband.

Andrew left the office about 5:15. Twenty minutes later he entered the upscale lounge that Shaw had chosen. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the ambient lighting. Shaw saw him and signaled for him to come over to an out-of-the way table that afforded some privacy while providing access to the rest of the lounge. As he approached, Ron realized that there was a female at the table with Shaw. Her back was to Andrew, but when he got closer, he recognized Kelli Markum. ‘Interesting,' Andrew thought.

"I've asked Kelli here for our strategy session," James Shaw explained as Andrew sat down.

"Good idea," Andrew commented. "Nice to see you again, Kelli."

"Likewise," Kelli retorted.

Shaw signaled for a waitress. She appeared quickly and took Andrew's order and verified refills for Shaw and Kelli.

The trio engaged in small talk while awaiting delivery of their drinks. After they were served, Shaw opened the topic. "We're here to discuss strategy for increasing business with Andrew's main account, GHI Industries. We've been considering the impact of employing our entertainment team to assist with the effort. Andrew believes that it might be counter-productive. Why don't you explain your conclusions, Andrew?"

Andrew put down his drink. He briefly reviewed the history of the account, especially the history since he assumed responsibility. He provided background about the relationship he and his wife, Karen, had with Ron Griffith. He talked about spending time with Ron and Sally while Karen worked with Ron. He drew smiles from the other two when he talked about Ron and Sally babysitting. He also revealed the evident attachment that Ron and Sally had for the two girls, but omitted the financial investments that the Griffiths had made on behalf of the children. His account was interrupted from time to time by questions, mostly from Kelli and usually involving some clarification of a point. Kelli intuitively deduced that there was an attraction there somewhere, possibly between Ron Griffith and Andrew's wife, but she couldn't quite put her finger on how she came to that conclusion.

When Andrew finished, he sipped on his drink. Shaw commented, "Well, you present a strong case for the advantage of a personal relationship with the customer. Certainly you have things working in your favor. Now the question is, can we strengthen the relationship by providing this special entertainment, or should we be content with the way things are going now? What do you think, Kelli?"

Kelli looked at Andrew to make sure his attention had turned to her. Of course, it had. She uncrossed, and re-crossed her legs. "Andrew presents a convincing case. A personal relationship with a customer that goes beyond business is advantageous. Perhaps it's the best way to cement business and assure growing business. Of course, that is also what the entertainment strategy does. Plus, in this case, if Griffith participates, that will give him twice the reasons to increase business with us and will strengthen opportunities."

"Or, if he doesn't participate, it could signal the beginning of a decline in business if he takes it the wrong way," Andrew voiced his concern.

"Good point," Shaw interjected. "Perhaps you shouldn't be the one to bring up the service to him. What do you think, Kelli? Could you bring it up, or should I?"

Kelli smiled and smoothed her skirt. "Of course, I could bring it up, but I don't have as close a working relationship with Griffith as either of you do. It might appear to be a come-on from me, but either of you could suggest it man-to-man. If Andrew is concerned about damaging a relationship that goes beyond work, then you should explain the service, James." Her eyes twinkled as she watched Andrew's reaction. He shifted uncomfortably when she made the suggestion.

"Okay," Shaw responded. "I guess it's up to me to offer entertainment services to Ron Griffith. I'll do that either on a visit to his office or during his next visit here. Do you know when that might be, Andrew?"

"Well, if past patterns hold true, he'll come back in about six months. He usually visits us twice a year."

Shaw sat down his drink. "Good. That gives us some time to evaluate this further. If you learn anything else that will indicate his interest in entertainment, you'll let me know, Andrew?"

Andrew nodded. "Sure."

"Good. Then you should keep looking for an opportunity to talk with him, without putting your relationship with him in jeopardy, of course. Kelli, I think you and I should plan to spend some time with Griffith talking finance the next time he's in town. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Kelli responded.

Shaw drained his first drink and started nursing his second. Kelli sipped her first, and Andrew did the same. Setting down his drink, Andrew asked, "So, what exactly is the plan for Ron? Who are we going to offer him? What are the selection criteria? I'm reasonably certain he won't tumble for just anyone, if at all."

"All very good questions, Andrew. I'm glad you're thinking." Shaw sat his drink down and leaned forward, clasping his hands. "As far as the plan, well we will try and find out what interests he has. You could help with that. I'll plan to take him out for supper and drinks during his next visit. That'll give me an opportunity to visit with him in an informal, non-business setting. He'll loosen up and I'll find out what he likes in the way of entertainment."

Andrew smiled. "Good plan. But what you'll find is that he doesn't drink - or does so very sparingly. He especially avoids alcohol in business settings. He thinks it gives him an edge to be alert when others are letting down their hair."

Kelli arched her eyebrows. "He sounds like a very careful man. That is good. It means that he will be very discrete if he partakes of the entertainment."

"Probably so," Shaw commented. "Let's see, Andrew. You asked about who and how the selection would work. You should already be aware that we have a small pool of what we call ‘independent contractors.' These are normal, attractive ladies who have no other involvement in this kind of entertainment. Other than husbands, boyfriends, and maybe an occasional dalliance, they are unencumbered by the stigma normally associated with sex for hire. Right now we have working arrangements with six young women. Four of the six are married, so we have to work around their home schedules. I know at least one of the married girls is doing this will full knowledge and permission of her husband. I'm not sure where the other three stand on this. At any rate, we have an escort service available as a back-up. They can provide entertainment to satisfy any kind of preference. We use them from time to time, but have been very satisfied with our home grown, private talent. That seems to work best. In fact we'd like to recruit a few more for the team."

Andrew sipped his drink, and then placed it back on the table. "Are you ready to share the names on the entertainment list and tell me a little bit about each of them? I don't know if Ron would be interested, but perhaps I can steer you in a direction if I know the options."

Shaw smiled and glanced at Kelli. She nodded almost imperceptibly, and then leaned forward toward Andrew, showing cleavage as she picked up her drink. Shaw said, "Fair enough. You have a right to know. I remind you, however, that this team is very confidential, and the team members are not to be discussed in this context outside of the entertainment committee members."

Andrew nodded. "Of course," he said.

"Okay." Shaw paused, sipped his drink, and pulled his chair closer to Andrew. "Here's the list, in no particular order. Let's see, there's Lisa McAlister. She's a housewife, so you probably don't know her. She's in her early thirties. Her husband, John, works for a non-profit, so they often need extra funds. His salary doesn't reflect his commitment to the cause. She approached Bill Blankenship, VP of Human Resources about a flex-time position, which we don't have. He knew her from some organization they're in together. After he explained to her that there were no positions in the company that could accommodate her, she expressed her willingness to do anything. When she was offered this, she jumped at the opportunity. She's a very attractive mother of three. She keeps herself in shape, and has been very helpful."

Andrew interrupted, "Vitals? Like hair color, size, physical attributes?"

Kelli giggled cutely and put her hand on Andrew's knee. "She's delightful, with sandy blond hair, a trim figure that men go for, medium height, very attractive features, and a sparkling personality to go along with her good looks. She is not promiscuous and this is very likely her only extra-curricular activity. I seriously doubt her husband knows."

Shaw picked it up, "Very good. Next we have Stacy Allison. You may have seen her. She works for us in the Customer Service group. She bright and beautiful, but doesn't have enough college to go much further than she is right now. Her husband, Jack, is some sort of laborer, working in the construction industry, I believe. Stacy was recruited after she approached her boss for a raise. We had a wage freeze on at the time, but her supervisor went to his Vice President, Brian Peterson recommending a raise for her. Peterson, of course, turned it down because of the freeze. When Stacy found out Peterson turned her down, she asked to see him and explained to him that her family was in financial hot water and she really needed the raise. Peterson was aware that we were recruiting for the team. After asking her a few questions, he asked Kelli here to contact her and discretely explain the options. Stacy enthusiastically accepted the assignment and has been a fantastic addition to the team. I believe she has one child, probably about ten. She also is in her early thirties, maybe late twenties."

Kelli added, "I'm sure you have seen her around. She is taller; you might say ‘statuesque' and is stunningly beautiful. She's blond and I'm positive it's bleached. Her figure is straight from your favorite men's magazine, and she is playful in the right circumstances. She's not boldly aggressive in these matters. For that reason, I suspect that her husband is unaware of her duties as a team member."

"Let's see, there's Susan Dayton," Shaw paused. "Susan's our other single, and she has a ‘wow' factor. She's maybe in her mid-twenties and is a former cheerleader. That should give you an idea about her attractiveness and physical condition. She's a friend of Stacy. She moved into the area to be near a boyfriend, then broke up with him. She works for a retailer and part-time at a fitness facility. Stacy told her a little about the entertainment team and she wanted to join. Both Blankenship and Peterson interviewed her and, of course, Kelli taught her the ropes."

Kelli continued, "She has jet black hair and bright blue eyes. She's shorter than Stacy, medium height, but maybe a little taller than Lisa. To say she is athletic is an understatement. She can bend and contort with the best of them. There's not an ounce of fat on her body. She's simply a wet dream."

"And she's done very well for us. She's one of the most popular and is very much in demand. The good news is that since she is single, she seems to be more available with fewer family obligations. That has worked to our advantage." Shaw took another sip of his drink. "That brings us to Janice Wheeler. Jan is a schoolteacher, and has a young teacher appearance. I think she actually teaches Junior High courses. She's gotta be still in her twenties. She's been married for a couple of years. Her husband is always chasing some get-rich-quick scheme and seems to keep their finances in turmoil. She's somehow related to Oscar Chesterfield, our Chief Operating Officer. I think the relationship is by marriage through Oscar's wife or something. Anyway, she kept asking Oscar for financial help. Of course he was willing to help out family, but then she could never pay it back. Oscar checked on her husband and decided she was married to a sink-hole for money. About four, maybe five years ago, after we had the team going for over a year or so, and just as Janice was getting a full-time contract at the school, Oscar suggested that she needed to find alternative ways of balancing their finances. When she asked what he meant, he told her about this project. She was reluctant at first, but decided that she would rather do that than continue to struggle financially. She's been a dependable and popular team member and pursues her assignments with eagerness and fervor. She has no children, so only has to work around her husband's schedule."

"Jan is shorter, very petite, and is a dynamo. She wears her brown hair short, but has put on wigs for various clients who wanted variety." Kelli shifted in her chair, allowing her dress to ride a little higher. She watched with amusement as Andrew noticed a little more leg. She continued, "Jan has a schoolgirl innocent appearance which seems to excite the clients. We find that we can keep her busy whenever she's available. You'll like her. She's very cute, like the proverbial ‘girl-next-door.' You'll find her precious and fun."

"I agree," Shaw confirmed. "Now, Shelley Kirby is an interesting story. Actually, it's more about her husband, Martin. He works in logistics, scheduling shipments and tracking them as appropriate. He's ambitious, but is borderline competent. He never was bad enough to be fired, but never quite good enough to entrust with any serious responsibility. By the time he reached 40 he decided he needed to do something different to get ahead, so he approached the vice president of his division at one of the company outings. Jackson Reed is the highest ranking black in the company and he's very competent. He's also a good judge of character. Anyway, when Martin Kirby approached him at this picnic, Martin wanted to know what it would take to get a promotion. Jackson knew Martin's competence level, but appreciated his dedication and diligence and told Martin so. But Martin realized that Jackson was telling him that he couldn't get promoted much higher than he already was. Then Martin asked Jackson if he would change his mind if Martin's wife would have sex with him. Now Shelley was in her mid to late thirties at the time, but she was definitely a MILF. She is well preserved and radiates sex appeal. Jackson was amused by Martin's proposal and asked him if Shelley was aware that Martin was offering her services. Martin assured him that she was fully aware. Then Jackson invited the two of them over to a secluded corner at the event and outlined the entertainment team duties. Both Martin and Shelley readily agreed. Martin got a modest promotion with some additional responsibilities and some help to keep an eye on making sure things got done. He got a hefty raise to go along with it, mainly because of his tenure with the company and the fact that Shelley was putting out and solving customer problems."

Kelli chimed in, "Shelley's a sexy redhead and she doesn't look like she's over 40. She is insatiable and tends to wear out anyone she's with. She's also very uninhibited. That, plus the fact that she's a housewife keeps her available and in demand. She can perform on very short notice with very little planning. All she has to do is let Martin know that she has work to do and she's free to do whatever."

Andrew shifted in his chair, hoping that the lump in his pants wasn't noticeable. This was all very interesting and revealing information. He felt he had to ask a question. "Does Shelley have any children?"

"Three," Kelli replied. "An eighteen-year old daughter who graduates this year. Two teen-aged sons. Both are involved in sports and all three are pretty independent. So, when Shelley needs to get away, she truly can." Kelli had noticed Andrew's lump and his obvious discomfort. His reaction tickled her.

Shaw interjected, "Then you know Kelli. She's more or less the team captain. Her beauty is evident before you and you can attest to her skills. I think you already know how she got involved. Much of this project is based on her original brain child. She found a way to save the company money and help out different people with a financial need. She's very creative, and also very popular with our customers."

Andrew looked at Kelli. She was smiling and was very sexy looking to Andrew. He wondered what Shaw meant by ‘attesting to her skills.' Andrew still felt pressure in his groin, so he just nodded mutely at Shaw's observation.

Shaw slapped his knee and looked at his watch. "Well, this has been a productive and informative meeting, don't you agree? I need to run on now. You two stay as long as you like." He stood up and reached out to shake Andrew's hand, telling him to stay seated.

Kelli looked up at Shaw wide-eyed. "But you're my ride. Do you have time to take me home?"

Shaw looked at her as if he was just reminded that he had brought her to this meeting. "Actually, I'm running a little late. Andrew, can you take Kelli home? Will that be out of your way?"

"Sure, I can take her home. I'll be glad to."

Shaw waved at Kelli and departed. Kelli smiled at Andrew. "Thanks. James can be forgetful at times. Do you want another drink?"

"No, thanks. I'll pass, especially since I'm driving. Are you through with yours?"

"Yes," Kelli said. "Excuse me; I need to go to the ladies room."

Andrew politely stood for her. Then he thought it would be a good idea to go to the men's room. He checked the table and discovered that Shaw had left enough to cover their drinks and even another round if they were staying. That meant that the tip would be extra generous. Andrew followed Kelli's swaying gait to the restrooms.

After completing their business, Kelli and Andrew met outside the facilities and left the lounge heading for Andrew's car. Kelli noticed the child seat in the back and commented on it.

"Yeah," Andrew replied. "That's for my two-year old. We have one for the car and one for the van. `Karen and I are always ready to pick him up or take him, either way."

"You and your wife seem to have worked things out."

"Yeah, we have. We're a pretty good team."

"I can tell," Kelli replied. "So tell me, what do you think of our entertainment team?"

"Seems to be working quite well," Andrew replied. "What did Shaw mean about ‘attesting to your skills'?"

Kelli giggled enchantingly. "It means he thinks you've already had your free sample."

"Why would he think that?"

Kelli shook her head. "Most men, including all the members of the very exclusive entertainment committee, wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of that offer. He assumed that you would sample the goods immediately. He didn't know you are a boy scout."

Andrew thought about it for a minute and decided he was more curious about committee members taking advantage of a free offer. "So, have you slept with each of the committee members?"

"Oh, you are priceless," Kelli giggled. "Yes, of course. All of the team members have. That's part of the selection process and it assures that the entertainment committee knows the caliber and capabilities of the entertainment team members." Kelli smiled in the darkness, waiting for Andrew to respond. When he didn't, she asked, "Do you like hearing about who has been fucked and who's doing the fucking?"

Andrew was a little surprised at Kelli's frank question. In truth, he remembered how turned on he got when he and Karen were first married and he asked her about each of her previous lovers. Karen had been reluctant to talk about her prior experience until she discovered how excited he got. Then they regularly discussed her lovers and their various techniques. Of course, Karen always made sure that Andrew compared favorably. He suspected that she was just trying to be reassuring, but he had curiosity about her getting fucked by someone else. In fact, early in the marriage, he had asked her on numerous occasions to let him watch while she fucked someone else. She always refused, at first acting insulted, but later, she just teased him and said she couldn't do that. Andrew realized that Kelli was waiting for him to answer her question. He responded, "I guess so. It's a matter of curiosity for me. I just wonder how people get into those situations and how they feel about them."

Kelli provided directions to her place, then responded to Andrew's comment, "There's not a lot to be curious about. Most of the team members are in it because it provides a little recreational sex without commitment and because they can earn some pretty good money for having a little fun."

"I guess so," Andrew replied. "I can't imagine the husbands not knowing what their wife is doing. Actually, I understand Martin better than the others. He knows, he approves, and I'll bet that somewhere along the way he gets the entire scoop from Shelley. That situation makes sense to me."

Kelli directed him to turn and pointed out a darkened house mid-way up the street. "So, what do you think of my situation? Does that make sense to you?"

Andrew pulled up in front of the house and shifted the car into park. "Your situation makes perfect sense to me. I understood you from the first time we talked about this. You don't have a husband, and I don't feel you are promiscuous. You are just taking advantage of a situation."

Kelli opened her car door. "Walk me to my door, will you?"

Andrew assumed that she wanted male protection in the darkness, so he got out and walked around the car, offering her his hand. She took his hand, allowing him to help her out of the car. Both felt the spark generated by the touch. Andrew pretended it didn't happen. Kelli smiled, feeling reassured. At the front door of the house, Kelli fished for her keys. When she finally produced them she slowly and deliberately eased the key into the lock and turned it. She opened the door, and then turned to face Andrew. She gripped his tie and backed into the house, pulling him in after her. As soon as she got him inside, she closed the door and plastered herself against his body, her lips locked on his.

Kelli's action stunned Andrew. This was totally unexpected. His body reacted immediately, however, producing an erection to replace the one that had finally subsided after being so aroused by the conversation at the lounge. He wanted to protest, but Kelli had his tongue and he had hers. Almost involuntarily, Andrew's right hand found a breast and his left found her ass. He fondled the breast and pulled her hip so her abdomen pressed tightly against his protruding erection. Kelli moaned her approval softly around his tongue. She broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear, "Take advantage of the situation now. Hurry, I need you."

Andrew responded by slipping her dress strap off her shoulder. He reached up with his left hand and located the zipper to her dress. He tugged and the dress loosened, tumbling down and exposing bare breasts. She was braless, and Andrew hadn't even noticed. Kelli backed away from him, allowing her dress to tumble to her hips by removing the strap from her other arm. This accomplished, she noted with satisfaction that his eyes focused on her gorgeous breasts. She reached out for his tie and pulled him toward her as she stepped back and led him to her bedroom.

The destination achieved, Kelli parked herself on the large bed and devoted her attention to Andrew's belt, pants, and zipper. Andrew, meanwhile, removed his shirt and peeled off his undershirt. While he was doing this he was thinking that he shouldn't be doing this, but Kelli was so beautiful, so deliciously attractive, and so incredibly sexy. He watched her as she successfully dropped his pants to his knees. She reached into his briefs and extracted the erect phallus that strained against the cloth. "O-ooh, nice," she cooed as she leaned forward toward his crotch and simultaneously pulled him toward her mouth. She kissed his manhood. She ran her tongue up and down its length. Then she popped it into her mouth, swirled her tongue around his cockhead, and began sucking for all she was worth.

Andrew watched as she bobbed her head back and forth on his sensitive stake. Involuntarily, he compared Kelli's skillful technique to Karen's. He had always regarded Karen as a great cock-sucker, but Kelli is magnificent. Of course, Andrew was already aroused by how the evening's revelations played in his mind. His knees buckled. He reached out and gripped Kelli's hair. "Oh, babe," Andrew panted. "I-I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you don't stop."

Kelli backed off and looked up at him. "Good," she said and returned his cock to a position deep in her throat. She slurped and sucked and was rewarded with a blast of gism. She gulped and swallowed, but he ejaculated profusely, and she drooled some of his cum over her lips and down her chin. She wiped some of the excess from her chin and applied it to her breasts, coating her nipples.

Andrew spun around and collapsed on the bed. Kelli got off the bed and untied his shoes, then pulled his pants and shorts off, tossing them aside. She left his socks on. She made sure he was watching, and pushed her dress down over her hips. She stood there fully naked before Andrew.

He stared at her neatly trimmed pussy with a landing strip style shave pointing to her treasure. "No panties," Andrew mumbled.

"I took them off at the lounge," she said, "before we left."

"Y-you planned this?"

Kelli grinned, crawling on the bed beside him. "I didn't want you to miss out on this opportunity to sample the merchandise. You are a delicious man, Andrew Mason. By playing hard to get you make yourself more desirable. I find you charming and cute. And your unflagging loyalty to Karen is commendable, and definitely a challenge to a horny woman like me."

Andrew lay on Kelli's bed recovering his breath. "You drained me. This happened too fast."

"Oh, I'm not finished with you yet, lover. I just wanted to get the initial excitement out of the way. Now it's your turn to tell me what a magnificent body I have and to play with it until your heart's content."

Andrew grinned. "You do have a magnificent body. You've hidden it well at work, but I can see that you are all woman when you get aroused. Come closer and let me examine it. Sit on my face and let me taste you."

For the next hour, they licked, explored, played and inspected each other's bodies. They fucked three more times before Andrew was consigned to dry heaves into her love channel. Finally, exhausted, they collapsed in each other's arms. Andrew relished her firm breasts pressing against his chest and side and her fingers fondling his limp manhood. He stroked her face. "That was fantastic," He commented. "You are fantastic."

"Thank you for that assessment," Kelli replied, basking in the afterglow of an incredible multi-orgasmic session. Andrew had used his talented tongue to take her over the brink several times, and his return to rigidity initiated a marathon fuck session that ushered in several more volcanic eruptions to shake her body. She felt thoroughly fucked and completely satiated.

Andrew lay there in silence, enjoying her warmth, and thinking that he should be feeling guilty. Finally, he spoke. "I should feel guilty about this, but somehow, it seems so natural to be doing this with you."

"You shouldn't feel guilty. I'm not going to steal you from Karen. I just wanted to show you what we've been talking about. This was fun, but it's not a lifetime commitment."

"What should I tell Karen?"

"Tell her nothing about this. You have been discussing business strategies, and simply ran some tests to confirm a hypothesis." Kelli paused and dragged her nails lightly up his abdomen and across his chest. "Earlier you said that you enjoyed hearing Karen talk about her past sexual escapades."

"Yeah?"

"So, how did she feel about them? Not about telling you about them, but how did she feel about the act of making love with someone who was not you?"

"I don't really know. All of those encounters were before we met. She probably didn't want to tell me about them, but she entertained me with her tales of past lovers."

"And you wanted to watch her get laid by some other guy?" Kelli tickled Andrew's nipples.

"It was an old fantasy of mine. She has never showed any willingness to do that."

Kelli thought for a moment. "How about getting laid by some guy then telling you about it?"

"Well, she might think about it, but I get the idea that she would just make something up to get me worked up and excited for making love."

"How about Karen with Ron Griffith?"

"What?? No way. They're just friends."

"By your own admission, Ron Griffith has done a lot for your family. There's got to be a reason behind it. I'll bet he feels more than just friendship for her. He may never have expressed it, but I'll bet your Mr. I-Won't-Fuck-an-Entertainment-Team member would tumble for her. She might even let you watch if the circumstance was right."

Images played in Andrew's mind. He had never considered Ron Griffith as a sexual male who might want Karen. But Karen wouldn't feel that way ... wouldn't do it with him, would she? Unbidden an erection began to grow.

Kelli didn't notice Andrew's emergence until he rolled over to face her and his cock came in contact with her leg. Instinctively, she spread that leg, allowing him easy access to her valley. "O-ooh, you're persistent and incurably horny. I like that in a man. Can you fuck me one more time, you incredible man?" Andrew eased his stiffened phallus back into her love tunnel. Kelli felt him filling her again and she reveled in the sensation. She gyrated her hips and used her pussy muscles to squeeze him once again. "Welcome, back, Lover," she panted in his ear. Soon Andrew was pummeling her pussy again, pushing in and pulling out with increasing rhythm. Kelli gasped and groaned in syncopation as Andrew rocked in and out of her. She felt the pressure building again in her belly. She enjoyed multiple orgasms before, but this encounter was moving her to a new level of exhilaration. As her body exploded uncontrollably, she screamed her enjoyment. Fireworks tingled her hips, her back, her shoulders, and her brain. She animated her torso, bouncing up and down on the stake impaling her so delightfully. Her torso thrashed back and forth and her legs pounded the back of his thighs. Her pussy suctioned his cock, trying to milk the last remnant of spunk from him, but he was fully drained. That did little to diminish his own satisfaction at tapping her essence one more time. Again they collapsed together, her legs draped around his as they recovered their breathing.

Several minutes passed before Kelli made the effort to roll their torsos over so she was on top. She kissed him tenderly and dismounted from him. Staggering to the bathroom, she hoped her senses would return to normal and that she wouldn't be so sore tomorrow that she couldn't walk straight. She made it to the bathroom and turned on the hot water to heat up a wash rag. That task accomplished, she brought the rag out and tenderly cleansed Andrew's instrument. "I've got to get you ready to go home," Kelli explained. "I can't send you back with my juices all over you."

Andrew grinned and let her complete her task. When she tossed the rag at the bathroom door, he rolled her over and buried his face between her legs. She laughed and giggled as he got her juices all over his face. She enjoyed the play, but knew time was running out on Andrew's credibility when he got home. She finally extricated herself from his magic lips and marvelous tongue. She tugged at him and managed to get him heading toward the bathroom with her. She got another rag and wiped his face before kissing it and wiping it again. Her dancing eyes and teasing smile revealed her pleasure. "Now get dressed, sir. I have to return you to your loving wife."

"I will get dressed if you won't."

His proposal pleased her and she complied, remaining completely naked while he dressed. She followed him that way to the door. She even stood stark naked in the door way with the light behind her while he walked to the car. The last image he had of her before heading home was her nude profile back lit with the light from the house.

Andrew drove straight home, arriving shortly before nine. He was afraid he would be in trouble, but Karen met him at the door and offered him supper. He accepted, explaining that the strategy meeting lasted longer than he anticipated because they decided to test some figures.

"Who all was there?" Karen asked as she warmed up the plate.

"Shaw led the meeting and had finance people there going over sales. Babe, they want me to produce more sales, to increase business with the big account. Their goal is 25% increase. They tell me that if things stay the same - that is only modest growth - that the whole company could be in trouble."

"Don't they know the economy is bad? How can they expect that kind of increase?"

"They know. They only want that increase from my account because it represents the best opportunity to pull out any kind of gain this year."

"Can Ron help?" Karen sat the plate down in front of her husband and rubbed his shoulders.

"That feels really good, babe." He took a bite. "That's what the strategy session was all about: how to get next to Ron so he will authorize more business."

"And how do they plan to do that?"

"They don't really know, Karen, but you won't believe some of the crazy things they're proposing."

"Things like ....?"

"I'll tell you later. Let me eat now. How are the kids? Did everything go okay with them?"

"Yes, I got them okay. They finished supper. Hannah just went to bed after working on her homework. The other two are already asleep."

"Good. I hated to dump that responsibility on you at the last minute."

"Silly man, I know that things come up at work. I'm proud of you for sticking with it and helping work things out. I know that meetings like that can be exhausting. There's a lot of give and take. I've been down that road before."

Andrew took another bite, thinking, ‘If you only knew what kind of give and take had exhausted me this evening you wouldn't be so supportive.' Again he felt that he should feel bad, even guilty, but somehow he didn't feel that way. He was just tired. He noticed that Karen had cleaned up for him. She had a robe on. He suspected that she had showered after putting the kids to bed. That meant she was naked under the robe and it also meant that she was ready for some lovemaking after supper. He hoped he could get it up again. The thought of Karen's nakedness beneath the robe and the memory of Kelli's naked image in the doorway as he left caused a stirring in his groin to his great astonishment.

Karen didn't help his situation any by sitting at the corner of the table next to him and leaning her elbows on the table while she played with her cleavage and smiled at him. When he finished eating, she gathered his dishes and took them to the sink. She came back to the table and took his hand. "I know you're tired, dear. Let me help you relax." She led him to the master bedroom. Once there she began removing his clothes.

Andrew thought this was remarkably like the episode with Kelli earlier in the evening. As a matter of fact, his memory of Kelli sucking him, and Kelli revealing her snatch without panties under her dress, and Kelli fucking him, all served to assist his arousal with his beautiful wife, Karen. By the time she got his pants and shorts off, his erection was emerging beyond half-mast. Karen assumed this was because he was so tired. She just misunderstood what made him so tired. She lowered her face to the cock she loved and appreciated and kissed it. Andrew now had the unique opportunity to compare blow jobs from Karen with the one he received from Kelli.

Karen kissed and licked his swelling phallus, pleased with his response to her efforts. She never noticed nor imagined that the instrument she was sucking had been in another woman's vagina just a few hours earlier. She kept happily sucking her man to a firmness that would allow him to penetrate her. That was her main objective. While working her mouth on his missile, she maneuvered him so he could recline on the bed. Soon her naked husband was stretched out on the bed enjoying her mouth on his manhood.

Andrew knew he was in no danger of shooting off in her mouth, or probably anywhere else. He let her continue her efforts as he recalled Kelli's exotic touch. Karen was very close to duplicating that feeling. Andrew instinctively knew he would be better off satisfying Karen instead of letting her work on him in a futile effort to achieve climax. He reached out and brushed her hair aside, touching her cheek tenderly, enjoying that it was engorged with his near erection. "You're so hot," he said. "You're my heart and soul." It was a pet saying he had for her, to remind her that he knew how very special she was to him. He shifted, causing her to lose contact between her mouth and his cock. He sat up and peeled her robe off. She shifted so he could remove it completely from her. He tossed it aside confirming that she was totally naked beneath the terrycloth garment. He played with her impressive breasts, noting that they were fuller than Kelli's. He was surprised to discover that she had trimmed her pussy hair for him. He grew excited in his appreciation of the effort his beautiful wife had taken to seduce him this night.

Andrew maneuvered Karen onto her back and gently spread her legs. She expected him to mount her and take his release, then collapse in exhaustion. She was prepared for such an event, so was surprised when he buried his face between her legs and begin attacking her clit with a focused tongue lashing. She loved it when he did that. This time he seemed more persistent and focused on her. This recognition pleased her mightily and she allowed him to spend whatever time he wanted. The more time he devoted to this effort the greater her eventual orgasm would be. She gripped his head and held him tightly to her smoldering snatch. He reached up and teased her sensitive nipples, for he knew she loved that. She moaned her approval and urged him to keep up the effort. She was getting close.

Andrew continued slobbering over her folds and the sensitive clit. He dipped a finger, then two into her love tunnel. She was moist, wet and very quickly his fingers were lubricated. He traced her valley downward, reaching her anus. The contact there electrified Karen. She whimpered and gasped. When he penetrated, pushing a finger past the first knuckle, then the second, Karen bounced and tossed her body about, making it difficult for Andrew to maintain tongue contact with her clit. He partially withdrew his finger and clamped his mouth over her clit, then shoved the finger back in. Karen's body exploded and she grabbed a pillow to muffle her screams. Andrew kept after her, bringing her to a second, then a third orgasm.

Karen could no longer stand his tongue on her extremely responsive clit. She pushed his head away and tugged at his shoulder, urging him by her actions to mount her. Andrew obliged, aligning his stiff probe to her love tunnel, he sank deeply inside her. She seemed just as tight to him as Kelli had been earlier. Andrew was nowhere near climax, so he kept pumping and pumping to Karen's great delight. After a short while he withdrew and turned her over. She gripped the covers with her ass poised high in the air. Again her husband aligned his love stick with her receptacle and plunged into her. She moaned and murmured her encouragement as he pounded away at her. Then, to his astonishment, he felt a response building in his balls. Seconds later he was shooting off inside his wife. ‘Where did that that come from?' Andrew wondered. As he finished unloading whatever he had into his willing wife, he collapsed on the bed beside her. She quickly snuggled up against him. "That was wonderful," she said.

They lay there together recovering their breathing. Andrew was grateful that his performance covered any deficiency that might have been a result of his earlier sexual encounter. Andrew felt that sleep would come soon and would ultimately get him out of this predicament.

Instead, Karen hummed her tremendous satisfaction. Andrew wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, appreciating the woman he married. They drifted off to sleep.

The next day at work, Andrew didn't encounter Kelli until morning coffee. Actually it was unusual that he encountered her at all unless there were meetings. Kelli smiled at him and lifted her coffee in a mini-salute. He returned the salute in acknowledgment. Neither spoke to each other.

Janice Wheeler

Several days passed. The weekend approached. Child management duties demanded priority at the Mason household, preventing any meaningful adult discussion. On Saturday morning, the phone rang. Karen answered and learned that it was James Shaw. He asked about her and the children. Then he asked to speak with Andrew. When Andrew got on the line, James said, "Hello, Andrew. I called you at home instead of on your cell phone so you would have a plausible excuse to come to work. Tell Karen that we're calling key people in so we can figure out a strategy for a customer in another region. We want to take advantage of your experience with a successful account."

"I see," Andrew replied. Karen could hear him.

James continued, "Meet me at the Starbucks at 4th and Grant. I'll fill you in on the project there."

"Okay. Is it okay to come casual?"

"Of course. See you in 30 minutes."

"I'll be there." Andrew hung up. He looked at Karen. "Hate to do this to you, babe, but they want help on an account in another region. Shaw thinks my success might prove helpful in the situation and wants me to explain what I'm doing."

Karen smiled. "I'm proud of you," she said, kissing him. "Do you know how long you'll be gone?"

"I didn't ask," Andrew replied. "I don't imagine more than a couple of hours, maybe three. I'll let you know if I get a chance."

Ten minutes later, Andrew was on the road, heading to the Starbucks. Shaw had a coffee ready for him when he arrived.

"What's up?" Andrew asked.

"Let's go outside. More privacy," Shaw replied. Outside, they sat at a table beneath a large umbrella shielding them from the sun. "I'm just your excuse to get away from home. Blankenship, Peterson, and I are at this meeting with you. We're talking about Phil Rutledge's region, but the customer is not to be disclosed because of the sensitive nature of their predicament."

"What's their predicament?" Andrew asked.

"There is no predicament," Shaw replied. "And we're trying to keep you out of a predicament. Do you know how to get to Kelli's house?"

"Uh, yes."

"Good. Head over there. She has someone you need to meet there." Shaw got up and gathered his coffee. "See you Monday," he said.

Andrew was confused, but he welcomed the chance to see Kelli again. Maybe they could get rid of the visitor soon enough to do a little bed bouncing. He took his coffee and headed back to his car. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up in front of Kelli's house, walked to the front door, and rang the bell.

Kelli answered, looking fabulous. "Hi, Andrew. Come on in. There's someone here who wants to meet you." Andrew followed Kelli through the living room to the dining area. There stood an extremely attractive young woman, shorter than Kelli, but how she was stacked! She was dressed in a simple pull-over blouse, and tight, knee-length short pants. Her eyes glistened with anticipation and an enchanting smile creased her face. She was pert and perky. Kelli provided the introductions, "Andrew, this is Janice Wheeler. Jan, this is Andrew Mason. He's the rising executive I told you about."

"You didn't tell me he was so cute," Janice moved toward Andrew and held out her hand for a handshake.

Andrew shook the hand, but with a puzzled look on his face.

"Jan is a schoolteacher, maybe you'll recall. She got away today to exchange some ideas about customer entertainment with you."

It's an understatement to say Andrew was surprised. He glanced down the compact body standing in front of him and recognized firm breasts beneath the pullover.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Kelli asked.

"No, thanks. I just finished a coffee. Jan, it's so nice to meet you. You're better than advertised. I'm sure you'll do well." Andrew looked at Kelli.

The hostess burst into laughter at Andrew's quick assessment of Jan and her potential. "Oh you have no idea," she said. She turned to Jan who also was amused, "Isn't he delightful?" Kelli led them to the den and invited everyone to sit. Andrew sat in a stuffed chair. Jan selected the nearby couch and sat at the end nearest to Andrew. She tucked her legs, never taking her twinkling eyes from her prey. Kelli picked up the conversation, "Now you two get to know each other. Talk if you must, but carnal knowledge is a better way to communicate. I have some errands to run and shopping to complete. I'll be back in a couple of hours. You two stay here until I get back, then we can talk if you like."

To Andrew's complete astonishment, Kelli grabbed her purse and headed through the door to the car. She was backing out of the driveway before Andrew could think of anything to say or mount any protest. He looked over at Jan Wheeler who was still smiling in amusement at his predicament. "So, you're a schoolteacher," Andrew said lamely.

"I sure am," Jan replied.

"What subjects do you teach?"

Jan smiled and shifted her body seductively. "American History, Civics, and sometimes Social Studies, but not this school year. That's what I do during the week. Today, I'm hoping to learn more about biology and human sexology. I'm looking to share what I know." She stood and took a couple of steps toward Andrew. She maintained her playful smile.

Andrew thought, ‘I may be slow, but I'm not stupid. Even I can see that I'm about to get laid. The question is, why?' He stood facing her, noting that the diminutive beauty had completely captured his interest and attention. He was not even feeling the slightest guilt about what was happening, only curiosity.

Jan crossed her arms and, gripping her pull-over top, she lifted it over her head, exposing a delicious set of pert melons capped by hardened pencil-eraser nipples.

Andrew stepped closer to her. He reached out and cupped a breast in each hand.

"You like?" Janice teased.

"I like very much," Andrew responded. He encircled her in his arms, pulling her close against him. He tilted her chin and kissed her tenderly. Her mouth parted and their tongues fenced in deft contact.

Janice fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, finally breaking off the kiss to complete the job. She removed his shirt and turned her attention to his pants. Andrew peeled off his undershirt and watched as she fished his stiffened prick out of his pants. "O-ooh, a nice one," she cooed as she lowered her face to kiss, and then suck on that cock. Because of her shorter stature, she was able to bend from the waist and easily absorb his manhood in her mouth. Andrew admired the trim curvature of her back blending into her well-rounded and smooth hips. Janice pushed his pants and shorts down to around his knees. She straightened up, lifted a foot to the garments and pushed them down around his ankles. Andrew kicked his shoes away and stepped out of his pants. She stepped back and dropped her pants and panties to the floor, then kicked them away, standing before him barefoot and naked.

She paused there to allow Andrew to inspect her nudity. She watched his eyes explored her body on a sightseeing tour. She was pleased to notice them linger on her breasts, and she waited patiently for them to focus on her lush valley. She shifted her gaze to his rigid member standing proudly long and tall. Janice stepped forward and clasped her left hand firmly around Andrew's significant stalk. Smiling, she looked up into his eyes, "Do you want to fuck me here or in the bedroom?"

Without hesitation, Andrew said, "Yes!"

Janice giggled and wrinkled her cute nose. "That sounds promising," she laughed. "Follow me." She tugged on his pole, pulling him along behind her for a few steps before releasing him. She hurried on ahead, around the corner and up the hall, heading toward Kelli's bedroom. She felt Andrew's eyes on her swaying posterior, and the feeling was nice.

Andrew did move quickly to keep up with her, and he did admire her jiggling ass-cheeks. ‘She knows her way around here,' he thought to himself. ‘Obviously, she's been here before, and probably done this before at this location.' His conjecture was confirmed when he followed her into the bedroom and observed her head straight to the bed and pull down the covers and top sheet. She did this without hesitation. She was adorable in her tightly packed body. She was completely on display and totally uninhibited. She seemed to love showing off her exquisite body. Andrew remained enthralled by her jiggles and wiggles.

When Janice completed her task of baring the sheets on the bed, she turned to face Andrew. A smile lit up her face, dazzling her paramour in an incredibly alluring display of beautiful seduction and playful innocence. She launched herself backward onto the bed, giggling as she landed spread-eagled with her arms extended wide. "Come fuck me," she invited with a tease in her voice.

Andrew approached the bed and crawled onto it, but instead of mounting her, he aimed his face for her hot little box. He encountered a moist, delectable valley with intriguing folds and a sensitive clit.

"Oh, yes, baby," Jan exclaimed. "Do that. Eat me. Lick me. Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes!" She clamped her legs around his neck, locking ankles behind his shoulders. He hands gripped his head and held him to her torrid twat. She moaned, gasped, grunted, groaned, and murmured encouraging words. She never stopped talking. "I love it when you eat me like that, baby. Yes, oh yeah. Oh, yes, do that...."

Andrew slipped a finger into her moist love channel, licking her clit all the while. She shivered her approval, telling him not to stop. "Yeah, stick it in. I love what you're doing, baby. Oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh." Andrew withdrew his finger drenched with her juices. He used that finger to probe at her back door. "Oh, yes-s-s-s," Jan cried out. "Do that. Stick it in my ass. I love that." Andrew obliged and probed her posterior while she hopped around on the bed telling him to keep it up. Soon, she was screaming, "Oh, oh, oh, gawd! I'm coming. Oh, oh, you marvelous man. Oh, gawd. A-a-a-a-agh-h, oh, oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh-h-h-h-h-h." She stiffened, gasped, and cried out, "Y-y-e-s-s-s-s." She surrendered her body to a gigantic orgasm, then had to push is face away from her tender pussy.

"Oh, my gosh, that was fabulous," she exclaimed. "You made me cum so fast." She panted, "Now I want you in me. I need you in me. Come fuck me. Fuck me, baby." She drew her legs up. Her thighs pressed against her breasts. As Andrew approached her snatch with cock in hand, he watched her face from his position between her legs. Her eyes were lit up. Her lips were pursed, begging him to hurry and fuck her. Andrew took aim at her diminutive hole and placed his cock there. He pushed just enough to get the cock-head inside. "Oh, yes," Janice sizzled. "Stick it in me, and fuck me." She released her legs and let them rest on his shoulders. Somehow she touched her toes behind his neck. She reached down and gripped his arms and pulled at them to encourage him to sink deeper into her.

Andrew indulged her wishes and began shoving his ramrod into her, sinking deeper and deeper. He took a maddeningly slow pace inching in. All the while she was crying out for more. "Deeper, more, yes, yes," she cried out. "Fuck me, oh, gawd, fuck me." Finally, Andrew achieved full penetration. His pelvis rested on hers, crushing her clit in the process which brought screams of satisfaction. "Oh, gawd, you're so deep in me," she exclaimed. "You're much deeper than my husband. Now fuck me with that monster cock of yours." So Andrew begin to withdraw, then plow deeply, ease out, then thrust in, slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace. Her passage was like a soft, gentle velvet vice, gripping him with a tightness that suggested resistance, but fully lubricated to provide deep penetration. All the time he was surging in and pulling out, Jan was talking. "Oh, gawd, yes. That feels so good. Oh, my, you're so big. My gawd, you're so deep. Oh, yeah, yes, yeah, oh, oh, a-aagh. Yes, keep fucking me, baby. Fuck me with your big cock. Oh, my. Oh, yes. A-a-aagh."

Andrew could feel the beginning indications of an impending release. He didn't want this to end too soon, so he thrust deeply into her, pinning her to the bed, and remained still at full penetration. He moved only his torso. This relieved some of the force that was building up in him, and at the same time applied delightful pressure to Jan's sensitive clit. "Oh, wow," she exclaimed as she felt her own volcano churning deep within. She dropped her legs off his shoulders, placing her feet flat on the bed. She arched her back, and pushed her buttocks up as if trying to get more of him in her. The pressure on her clitoris was provoking a raging inferno. An eruption was eminent. Jan was gasping, panting, bucking, and begging Andrew to keep it up. "Ah, oh, uh, ah, oh my gawd, don't stop. Fuck me. You're so deep. You're s-so b-big, -a-a-ah-h-ag-g-gh, you're filling me up, so big, so f-full." She was lifting her buttocks off the bed, pressing against Andrew and raising him as well when her tender box ignited in a spasmodic conflagration. "O-o-oh-h, a-a-ah, e-e-e-e-e-e-e, oh my, ohmygawd, a-aagh, oh-oh-oh, a-a-a-aagh," she screamed. She tossed her body.

Andrew rode her as best he could, remaining embedded in her. Suddenly he could hold off no longer. He loosed a torrent of cream into her. She felt him flooding her in the midst of her orgasm, and screamed, "Yes, yes, yes. Fill me with your cum, shoot inside me. Oh my, oh, oh, a-a-a-aagh." Andrew blasted her with his sperm as she talked. They wiggled and squirmed together as their mutual orgasm subsided. The aftershocks were glorious and Andrew kept shoving his dwindling cock into her in dry heaves. Janice kept hunching back at him, reluctant to let him retreat. Both lovers were still breathing heavily, when Janice put her arms around Andrew's neck and pulled him to her mouth. They collided in a passionate, yet tender embrace.

Andrew rested on his elbows, his chest pressing tightly against hers. He loved the feeling of her two breasts against his chest. When they finally broke off the kiss, Andrew rolled off of her and settled beside her. Jan put a hand on his chest and nuzzled his neck and ear. "That was wonderful," she whispered. "You're everything as advertised and more." She nipped his ear and kissed his cheek.

"As advertised, eh? Does that mean you planned this?"

Janice planted a finger on Andrew's lips. "You'd have to be a complete dunce not to see that this was planned, orchestrated, and executed with great skill and effort."

"But, why?" Andrew kissed her finger and rolled over to face her.

Jan kissed his chin, then his nose. "Oh, you are an innocent, aren't you? I don't know everything, but I do know that someone thinks you are the wonder worker. From what I understand, they thought the company was in trouble, and in danger of going out of business or being bought out. Then you came along, saved their biggest account and saved the company in the process. I only know that they included you in this entertainment team committee, and no one has been added to or included in the committee since it was formed. That is a closely guarded secret and now you are part of it. Today was just my introduction to you. I want you to know what I'm capable of and how much I want to help you."

"Well, all I can say is it is great meeting you, and even greater knowing you ... in the Biblical sense of course." Jan responded by pulling a pillow from behind her and hitting Andrew with it. They rolled together laughing and enjoyed another tender kiss. Andrew copped a feel of her breasts, gently squeezing and teasing a nipple. Janice reached down between his legs to grip a long and limp member. When they broke off the kiss, Andrew stroked a lock of hair from her forehead. "I have to ask, what does your husband think of this?"

"Bobby? Oh, he doesn't know a thing. I hope he doesn't even suspect. I love him. He's devoted to me, but he's always chasing after some wild scheme to get rich quick. I expect he wouldn't be too happy if he knew what I was doing."

"Then why are you doing it?" Andrew was genuinely curious.

Janice rolled over on top of Andrew, straddling him. She scooted down his belly a ways, rubbing her wet pussy against his stomach in the process. When she was face to face with him and her breast pressed into his chest, she responded, "I started doing it because I needed the money and this seemed like a quick way of solving some problems Bobby and I were having. In the process, I discovered that I really like to fuck. The variety made me appreciate Bobby more, but I also realized that he really couldn't keep up with me if I turned loose. Plus, I found that I liked turning loose." She paused, examining Andrew's eyes for a reaction, but she couldn't quite read what was there. She kissed him gently, without any tongue, and pressed her pelvis tightly against Andrew's abdomen. "Then there's you," she whispered, rubbing her body against his. "You just rang my chimes like no one ever has. Now, I'm doing it because of you."

Andrew laughed. "Oh, come on, now. I'll bet you tell all your men that they are the biggest, best, and deepest."

Janice looked at Andrew, raising her eyebrows. She kissed his nose and touched his cheek as she sat up, straddling his chest. She took his hands and place one on each breast, and covered his hands with hers. "You know, I do tell them that, all the ones who get to lay with me. They want to hear it and believe it. Only in your case, it's true. I've never been fucked so satisfactorily the first time with anyone. Heck, it took six months with Bobby before he came close to this. Of course we were too young and inexperienced to realize it then."

"Nonsense," Andrew retorted as he began massaging those delectable breasts. "I'm no bigger, or better, or deeper than anyone else."

"Mm-m-m-m, that feels nice," Janice voiced her approval of Andrew's efforts. She closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensations. When she opened her bright eyes, she looked directly into Andrew's windows to his soul. "You mistake size and length as having any importance. They may be nice for some, but what is done with what you have is more important. That makes you better. Better, at least, than I've ever had. Most men, the first time they are with me are clumsy, and are interested only in the satisfaction they derive from the momentary conquest. Sometimes it's the excitement of taking another man's wife. Sometimes it's just the novelty of someone different. Whatever it is, it's all about them. You are the first, and so far the only, who demonstrated in our lovemaking that you seemed more concerned about me than about you and your conquest. That makes you the winner in my book, and makes me want to give more of me to you." Janice leaned in and kissed Andrew with tongue and more passion this time. Andrew stroked her breast while she sucked on his tongue.

"Stand up," Andrew told her when the kiss ended.

"On the bed?" Jan asked as she dismounted from his chest.

"Yes, on the bed." Andrew rearranged some pillows so he could lean against them and the wall. He scooted up so he was in a seated position, reclining against the pillows. While he was doing this, he asked, "So, tell me, Janice, how did you arrange this encounter, and how did you get away from your husband Bobby on a Saturday?"

Janice giggled as she stood on the bed beside Andrew. "Well, Kelli suggested that I should get to know you - yes, in the Biblical sense. She also bragged about how good you are. I just had to check it out for myself. As far as Bobby - I told him I was going shopping. He hates to shop. I brought a grocery shopping list with me. Kelli took the list and went to the store so we could have some private time together. She even took my car so we won't have to switch the groceries. When she gets back, I'll head back home. Bobby will think that I've been busy shopping the whole time. And, of course, I have - and I like what I've found."

"I see," said Andrew, taking her hand. He guided her to stand astride him. "So, will you be fucking Bobby this afternoon or evening?" His faced was aligned with her soppy snatch, but he looked up at her.

She was looking down at him. As she started to answer, Andrew reached out and gripped her buttocks in each hand, gently pulling her toward his face. "Yes, p-probably," she gasped. "O-o-oh, that's nice." She leaned against the wall, her hands outstretched to support her. Andrew lapped at her clit, rekindling the smoldering spark that was still there. "I-I, o-o-oh, oh, I love it w-when you eat me. Y-you're the b-best." She gasped and panted.

Andrew squeezed her ass-cheeks as he tormented her tender clit. He backed off enough to ask, "How about anyone else? Planning to fuck anyone else?" He returned his face to her valley and shifted a hand around to approach her treasure from the front. He traced his fingers up her leg.

Janice quivered and moaned as his hand approached her slit. She felt compelled to answer him, but was distracted. "N-no, no one else," she whimpered. His fingers parted her valley and fumbled through the folds until they located her hole. One finger slipped inside that cum drenched orifice. "Yes, oh, yes," she exclaimed.

Again, Andrew backed off from eating her to ask, "When you're fucking Bobby, will you be thinking of me?" As soon as he asked the question the simultaneously returned his tongue to her magic button and used his lubricated finger to invade her ass.

"Oh, gawd, yes, yes-s-s-s." Janice hissed. Andrew wasn't sure if she was answering his question or reacting to his actions. Jan didn't separate the two. She loved what he was doing, and knew she would be thinking of him if she made love with her husband later. Janice quivered and trembled as she absorbed the digit into her anus. "Oh, oh, oh, yes. I love that," she groaned.

Andrew and Janice were focused on their foreplay, so they didn't notice that Kelli had returned and had entered the bedroom. She watched them cavorting, Jan leaning against the wall with both hands spread and her legs parted. Kelli quickly observed that Andrew obviously had his face in Jan's pussy and a finger up her ass. Wordlessly, Kelli tossed her clothes aside and quietly crawled on the bed. Andrew's erect cock was her objective.

Andrew concentrated on the hot box he was eating and the sphincter he was probing. He was aware that Janice was shaking, a response that pleased him as much as her continuous cries of "Yes, oh, oh, oh, yes." Jan's focus was on the talented tongue and the exciting finger and what those two instruments of pleasure were doing to her body. Andrew was vaguely aware of movement on the bed, but his mind attributed that to Janice and her spasms. Then he felt hot breath on his cock and a warm mouth enveloping his firm appendage. Something did not compute. He stopped his activity, distracted by the unexpected attention to his cock. He peeked around Jan's trembling body. "Oh, gawd, don't stop, don't stop," she cried, trying to force her hot box in his face. When Andrew gained a view of what was happening to his cock, the first thing he noticed was a jet black head of hair and a completely naked body stretched out on the bed, face down. The head was bobbing up and down on his engorged cock. It took several seconds for it to register that Kelli had returned from shopping.

Kelli lifted her head and looked up at Andrew staring wide-eyed back at her. She smiled and winked.

Jan kept crying out for him to keep going. Andrew started his finger up again, probing her back-door. "Yes, yes," Jan encouraged trying to get her pussy in front of his face.

Kelli licked his cock like a Popsicle, noting Jan's flavor on the pole. "Don't stop. Help the lady," Kelli said to Andrew.

That was the instant that Jan became aware of Kelli's presence, but she didn't miss a beat. "Yes, yes. Help the lady, don't stop." Andrew returned his mouth to her pussy, "Oh, gawd yes," Jan cried out. She was so close to the edge, and the knowledge that Kelli was there helped set her off. Her legs quivered, her buttocks tensed. She gasped and screamed, and thrust her pussy in Andrew's face, nearly smothering him. His nose caught her clit just right and set off an orgasm. "O-o-oh, e-e-e-eh, a-aah, a-a-a-aaggh," Jan screamed out. She banged her hands and fists on the wall. The sensational eruption spread through her body with a mind-blowing intensity. She grew weak in the knees and teetered. Her legs buckled and she collapsed, her pussy striking Andrew's chest, then sliding down his torso. Her descent stopped when her buttocks encountered the top of Kelli's head and that juncture placed her breasts at Andrew's mouth.

Without hesitation, Andrew began sucking on those magnificent, firm breasts. Simultaneously, Kelli got her head out of the way and guided Andrew's engorged cock toward Jan's treasure trough. When Jan felt the bulbous head probing at her vagina, she resumed her downward plunge and absorbed most of his cock into her eager little channel. "Oh, yes, yes," Jan cried out. She bounced up and down taking his pole deeper and deeper. She was talking all the way.

"You go, girl," Kelli encouraged her friend. Jan responded by pouncing up and down, thoroughly enjoying the penetration. Kelli moved up beside the copulating couple and engaged Andrew in a tongue-tangling kiss. Andrew's hand abandoned Jan's pert breast and caressed Kelli's. Kelli reached out to Jan's breast and took Andrew's place. Andrew's other hand found Kelli's legs and began a journey up her inner thigh toward her valley.

Jan sustained her non-stop pole dance and constant chatter expressing her pleasure at Andrew's penetration. She observed the kiss and caresses between Andrew and Kelli. The three-way action excited her more. Kelli broke off the kiss with Andrew and shifted her body so Andrew's hand had easier access to her valley. She turned her attention to Jan, and kissed her. Jan's chatter turned into moaning as she and Kelli played with each other's breasts. Jan slowed her bouncing to participate in the kiss, but Andrew kept the action going by thrusting up into her scorching snatch. With his free hand, Andrew sought out her clit. He now had contact with each clit. He flicked those tender love buttons and got a reaction from each girl. Jan's response, however, took her over the edge as a massive orgasm wracked her body. She dropped her body down hard on Andrew, taking his cock fully within her. Andrew responded by gasping and launching a flood of sperm into her.

The trio collapsed in a tangle of arms, legs, gasps, and panting. "Welcome home," Andrew said to Kelli.

Kelli grinned. "Thanks," she responded. "Looks like you two were having fun."

"We were," Jan giggled. "And we're glad you joined us." Jan flopped on her back and lay there panting with her legs spread. Kelli planted a quick kiss on Andrew's lips, and then scrambled between Jan's legs. She went muff diving, intent on lapping up as much of Andrew's love juice as she could. Of course, Jan was delighted, and resumed squealing and screeching, shouting "Yes, yes," over and over while screaming for more. In an attempt to quiet Jan, Andrew moved to kneel beside her face. She reached for his limp dick and pulled it toward her lips. Soon she was sucking away and was rewarded with some stiffening. It didn't take Kelli long to produce another orgasm in Jan. When that happy event occurred, Jan tossed her head back and forth, squealing in delight. Of course, that action allowed Andrew to escape her lips.

Andrew moved down to the end of the bed, below Kelli's body. She was stretched out on the bed doing her best to maintain contact with Jan's gyrating pelvis. When Andrew touched the inside of her legs, she scooted her knees up and lifted her attractive ass up in the air. Andrew did his best to penetrate her pussy with his semi-rigid erection. He made it inside her with some effort, but it was clear to both Andrew and Kelli, that he would not be producing any worthwhile response. Finally Kelli leaned forward, falling away from him. She rolled over on her back beside Jan. The two beauties lay there with their legs spread. Kelli's right leg overlapped Jan's left. They watched Andrew inspecting them.

Kelli was the first to break the silence, "Isn't he marvelous."

"Oh, you are so right, girl," Janice responded. "He's everything you said and more."

Andrew was uncomfortable with them talking about him as if he was a commodity, but he said nothing. He just sat down on the bed, admiring the view. He noted Jan's cum-filled pussy and Kelli's neatly trimmed landing-strip style bush crowning a lovely and inviting pink gash.

Kelli spoke up, "It's been nearly two hours. You said you wanted to shower before you went home to Bobby."

"Oh, yeah," Janice responded without enthusiasm. "Say, can we all shower together?"

"It'll be crowded, but I think we can work it out," Kelli replied.

Soon the three of them were in the shower, soaping each other down and rubbing naked bodies other than their own. They played and teased, exploring every nook and cranny pursuing the goal of washing away the evidence from Jan's body before she went home to her husband. During the process of cavorting with two nubile nymphs, Andrew began sporting an emerging erection. This happenstance delighted the two women and they took turns kissing, licking, and sucking the phallus. This, of course, did absolutely nothing toward reducing the swelling. Andrew was surprised, perhaps even astonished at the reaction that produced the rise in his member. He had no expectation of that happening nor any experience that would suggest that result. Of course, he had never been with two beautiful and naked women playing touchy-feely games with them before in his life.

After spending a copious amount of time playing in the shower, the trio finally emerged and secured towels to remove the moisture. After toweling each other dry, the girls took turns blow-drying their hair and blowing Andrew's now full erection. They giggled and chatted as they alternated tasks. When their hair was sufficiently dry, they kissed, licked, and sucked Andrew's cock in tandem, giggling and laughing all the time.

Finally, Janice said, "This is fun, but I've got to run. Bobby will be expecting me home from shopping soon." She stood up, as did Kelli and started out the bathroom door, leaving Andrew and his fully erect cock waving in the air. He followed them out, through the bedroom and down the hall toward the den where he and Janice had discarded their clothing. Andrew admired the pair of naked females walking and talking just ahead of him. None of the trio was in any particular hurry, it seemed.

When they arrived in the den, Jan stopped at the back of the couch. She bent from the waist to lean over and retrieve one of her garments. Andrew noticed the enticing view of her buttocks slightly spread and her inviting pussy. Without hesitation, he took a couple of steps, gripped his cock in his hand, took careful aim, and eased his probe into the canyon he had invaded so many times already earlier in the day. Jan gasped with surprise at the suddenness of the sweet assault, sucked in her breath, and said, "Oh, my gosh, y-yes. Y-you're horny a-again, you sweet man. F-fuck me, fuck me hard. Just don't cum in me, I-I can't go home to my h-husband w-with c-cum inside m-me. Oh, yes." Andrew rocked in and out of her as she leaned over the couch.

Kelli came up beside him, and got on her knees. "When you're ready to cum, let me suck it out of you," she said to Andrew. She placed one hand on Jan's hip and one on Andrew's, following the motion of each thrust into Jan's hot box. Kelli had an up-close and personal view of the penetration. Jan kept yelling for Andrew to keep fucking her.

Sooner than Andrew expected, he felt a climax coming. He wondered how he had recovered so quickly. Before he started shooting, he withdrew from Jan and aimed his cock at Kelli's mouth. She took him and sucked, deep throating him. Jan tumbled over the back of the couch and turned around to watch. "You're incorrigible," she said to Andrew. "You did that just so I'd have something to go home to Bobby with. Okay. I'll take the memory. Now let me see you flood Kelli's throat." Andrew obliged, shooting off enough so that some of the excess dribbled out on Kelli's chin. "Come here," Janice said to Kelli. The dark-haired beauty leaned toward the couch. Janice leaned over the back, kissed Kelli, and licked some of the excess cum. Andrew watched in amazement and with delight.

"Gotta run," Jan said, jumping up from the couch. She slipped her pull-over top over her head and covered her perky breasts. She retrieved her panties, put them on, and pulled up her pants. She found her sandals, slipped them on. By this time, Kelli had stood up and wiped her chin clean of Andrew's cum. Jan circled the couch, kissed Kelli and turned to Andrew. "I would kiss you and your cock, but you're all messy. Oh, what the heck. Just stand there. She bent over at the waist, put a hand on Andrew's stomach and licked Andrew's semi-erect cock, then popped it in her mouth, sucking for just an instant before standing back up and facing her paramour. "Thank you, Andrew, for a wonderful, lovely time." She kissed her finger and touched his lips and nose. She wrinkled her nose, and smiled, then bounced out the back door.

"What a bundle of energy," Kelli proclaimed. She turned to Andrew. "Are you going to be able to recover enough to give me a proper fucking?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"I'll give it my best shot," Andrew replied. They gathered his clothes from the den and headed back to the bedroom. There they spent the next hour and a half cuddling, sucking, fucking, and talking. Andrew was pretty well worn out, but Kelli came multiple times to her great delight.

A few hours later an exhausted Andrew arrived home and received a kiss from his wife. She wanted to know what the meetings were all about, but he put her off until later. He went in to play with the kids and did so for a while until he fell asleep on the floor. Karen came in, noticed him sleeping with Amanda curled up with him. She smiled and covered them with a blanket and returned to Saturday chores.

Andrew awoke refreshed in time for supper. He helped Karen with the final preparations and with the clean up afterwards. They spent time with the girls, looking at different things they had drawn or different toys that they wanted to show off. Andrew helped put the kids to bed, reading a story to them. Karen beamed with pleasure at what a great father her man was.

After the children settled into sleep, Andrew retired to the bedroom and undressed for bed, slipping on only pajama bottoms before crawling onto their bed. Karen came in shortly thereafter and retired to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Andrew listened to objects clinking and water running as he thought through exactly what to say to Karen. When Karen emerged, she was wearing a short see-through nightgown that barely covered her trimmed pussy and her ass-cheeks. Her long legs extended enticingly from that gossamer garment. Andrew instinctively knew that she had prepared herself for lovemaking in case the opportunity arose this night. She dimmed the lighting, and crawled under the covers snuggling up beside him. He put an arm around her and drew her close.

"Over the past few weeks I've learned a lot of things about my company," Andrew began. He paused. Karen's right hand rested on his bare chest. She circled her fingers lightly around one of his nipples signaling for him to continue. "They are involving me more with select members of the management team and have included me in some briefings. Rumors are beginning to circulate that I'm being groomed for a promotion."

"Oh, that's wonderful," Karen said, propping her head so she could look at her husband.

"It would be nice," Andrew admitted, "But there are issues. Not all is rosy at work."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for instance, I learned that a couple of years ago at the time I was hired, the company was in trouble. It seems that Ron's call to encourage them to hire me included a promise of more business. And that extra business kept the company afloat. I'm getting some credit for that because of our relationship with Ron. That's what got me my current position."

"I see," Karen said, but she wasn't sure where this was going.

"Anyway, you know the company is privately held. They want to go public, but the economy is so bad, they're afraid to. They want more business from Ron's company to make sales and profits look better so we can go public as soon as the economic picture improves. They think we're getting less than twenty percent of the business from Ron's company in the lines we carry. They think we should be able to get half. That's what they want me to do."

"And they'll give you a promotion if you do it?"

"I don't know the timing of the promotion. All I know is they've included me in some senior strategy sessions. Nobody else from my level has been at these meetings."

"I'm so proud of you," Karen kissed her man. After concluding the kiss, Karen laid her head on Andrew's chest again. They listened to each other breathe for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Karen's thoughts centered on her man and the inevitable raise that comes with a promotion. That would provide security for her and the family. That would be nice.

Andrew's thoughts focused on how to approach the topic of what Karen might do to help the promotion process and the company stay in business. Finally he broke the silence, "Honey, you remember when I used to ask you about your lovers before me?"

The question surprised Karen. It seemed to come out of left field. She desperately attempted to control her reaction so as not to spoil anything. "Of course, I remember. I also remember that it used to get you hot. Some of our most exciting sex happened when I told you about them." She wanted to ask why he was bringing that up now, but she shut up and waited for his response.

"How did you feel about me asking? And how did you feel about telling me about them?"

Karen hesitated for an instant. She was still confused as to why he was bringing this up now, but she decided to respond. "Well, I was uncomfortable at first. You know that. I didn't like bringing up my past. But when I saw how excited you got hearing about it, I didn't mind it as much. Our sex was certainly intense when we brought it up."

"Do you remember when I asked you to let me watch?"

Karen smiled. "I remember. I thought it was kinky and you were crazy to ask that. You know I could never do that."

"Why not?"

"Andrew!" Karen exclaimed with a hint of exasperation in her voice. "I would be too embarrassed. I just couldn't do that. How would you feel about me after you saw me with another man?"

"Would it make a difference if I told you I would be interested in joining in?"

Karen propped her head back up on her elbow to watch her man's reaction in the dim light. "Now why would you want to do that? I don't understand why you would want to share me with another man."

"What if the other man was Ron Griffith?"

Karen froze. ‘Omygosh, he knows,' she thought. She knew she had to say something. "W-what? Why? You know Ron would never do anything like that? Why would you ask such a question? Why would you suggest that?" On an impulse, she ran her hand under the covers to Andrew's groin. To her astonishment she found him fully erect. "Oh, my! You are interested! You've thought about this quite a lot, have you?" She leaned over and kissed him.

"I have thought about it some," Andrew admitted.

"Some?" Karen replied. "Now why would you want to share me with Ron?" Now she was intrigued. She was still afraid that he might know something, although she couldn't figure out what or how. After all, it had been such a long time ago.

"I don't know exactly. Ron's been a good friend, and he's been really good to our family. But the company needs him to give us more business. One of the things that has been suggested in the strategy meetings is that we provide him some entertainment during his visits here."

"Entertainment? What kind of entertainment?" Karen paused, and then realized where Andrew was going. "Oh, that kind. You think that Ron would go along with that? I don't think so. He's not that kind of man," she asserted, even though she already knew better from personal experience.

"Well, the company thinks he might. Evidently his predecessor took advantage of some entertainment offers."

"Oh, really?" Karen thought for a moment. "Just how do they manage to provide the entertainment? And why would you think of me? Do other wives provide entertainment like that for customers?" Karen was conflicted. On one hand she felt indignant that the company would ask such a thing and that Andrew would want to include her. On the other hand, she entertained a sudden idea that this would certainly put her back in bed with Ron, and that had a certain attraction to her. She was surprised at herself for that thought.

Andrew wanted to answer very carefully. He didn't want to provide too many details, but still share enough to explain. "The company has contact with an escort service to help provide entertainment. Then there are some volunteers who assist from time to time. I don't know if any of them are wives. They may be. I only thought of you because of Ron. I agree with you that he probably will not do anything. In fact, I've warned the company that he may get insulted and mad. It may backfire on us. But I thought that if he would do it with anyone, he might do it with you. He obviously likes you - us - and he's done so much for us. I don't know. I just thought it wouldn't be as blatant as offering some professional escort. He might even be flattered."

‘Yeah, and he might fuck the hell out of me,' Karen thought. "Then what," Karen asked?

"What do you mean?"

"Well let's say you offer me to Ron and he declines. How do you think that will make me feel? How could we ever face him again? Or what if he says ‘yes'? What if he wants to fuck me every time he comes to town? And what about me? Will you want me to ‘entertain' other customers? Will I have to fuck some executive to get your promotion?" Karen hoped she sounded sufficiently indignant without scaring Andrew off. She gripped his cock. It was still erect. She unsnapped his pajamas. She scooted under the covers and straddled Andrew, moving her body down toward his erection. She paused there and looked into her husband's eyes. There was excitement there, she could tell, but he was otherwise unreadable to her. "Well, mister? What'll it be?"

Andrew was distracted by all the questions and by her hand on his cock. The fact that she placed it so near her treasure trough, contributed to his disruption. Quickly he gathered his thoughts. "You're right. If Ron turns us down, it will be embarrassing. But that would be better than offering some stranger and making him mad at us. I hadn't thought about him wanting to fuck you every time he comes to town, but if he did, that would assure more business, and would probably cement my promotion. And no, I wouldn't offer you to other customers. Ron is special and he's different. And, although I'm sure that several executives would want to fuck you, I don't plan to offer that option to them. It would be just Ron and you and me."

‘Bastard,' Karen thought. She was enraged at Andrew's cavalier assessment that her fucking Ron would generate more business and result in a promotion. At the same time, she thought, ‘What a perfect excuse to get together with Ron ... and my husband is suggesting it. How in the world did that happen?' She looked into Andrew's eyes. She raised her torso and scooted down his body. She placed his cock at her fuck hole. "Hey, mister. Ron's wanting to fuck me now. Do you want me to?" She wiggled her body a little, to get his attention.

"Yes," Andrew said.

Karen sank down on his shaft, taking about half of him in her. "Oh, o-o-oh, that feels so good. It feels good to have Ron fucking me." She bounced up and down, taking a little more. "Yes, yes, let Ron fuck me. That's so good."

Andrew was surprised by Karen's actions, and her vehemence. She bounced up and down on his rod like a woman possessed. Soon she was taking all of him in her. She sat up and placed her hands on his chest. He played with her tantalizing, bouncing breasts as she fervently hopped up and down on his stake. He was mightily turned on by the game she played about Ron fucking her. He didn't expect that she would be so inventive.

Karen was also turned on by the thought that it might be Ron penetrating her sometime. ‘You have no idea about what you've started,' she thought, mentally addressing her husband. She moaned and shrieked, not so loud as to wake the kids, but loud enough to let Andrew know she was an excited participant in this role-play. Soon, she felt the eruption building within her. She knew in part it was because of her concentration on Ron. When the eruption occurred, she went wild atop Andrew, gasping and crying out for more. She sank down, taking him as deeply as she could.

That action did it for Andrew. He hunched up against her, trying to counter thrust and sink more of him into her torchy tinderbox. He launched his seed within her, gasping at his own effort. As their orgasms subsided, Karen collapsed atop her husband. His member was still embedded in her. "That was wonderful," she whispered.

Andrew smiled and murmured his agreement. Then he said, "Does this mean you'll do it?"

"Do what?" Karen asked innocently.

"Fuck, uh, be available for Ron?"

"No way," Karen replied without moving. She didn't want him to see the big grin on her face.

"B-but, what about just now? You were crying out that Ron was fucking you. I-I thought you'd be willing to ..."

"To fuck him?" Karen finished the sentence for Andrew. "We were just playing games, right? You wanted me to get you hot, so you talked to me about Ron. I was just playing along with your fantasy. You don't really think Ron would do anything like that, do you?"

Andrew was clearly disappointed. "I don't know if he would or wouldn't. But I thought ... still think ... it'd be worth a try. There's a lot depending on it. At least think about it, will you?"

Karen thought, ‘There's a lot more depending on it than you realize, Buster. And you can bet that I will think about it.' She lifted herself up to look in his face. "You were serious about all that?" she asked incredulously.

Andrew nodded.

"Oh, my goodness," Karen responded. She looked intently at her husband, careful not to crack a smile. She touched his lips with her fingers, just the way Janice had earlier. "You did mean what you said?"

Again, Andrew nodded. "Will you at least think about it?"

Karen paused, looking intently into his eyes. He was earnest, even pleading. She was surprised at him. "I'll think about it," she said softly, "but don't get your hopes up. Ron's different and you could scare him off. Besides, I'm not totally certain I could go through with it."

Andrew was pleased that she said she would at least think about it. ‘Progress,' he thought. Karen slid off of his body and curled up next to him. They drifted off to sleep.

Lisa McAlister

The following Wednesday, Andrew attended a morning meeting at work with most of the senior executive team. Several managers were included, as were some key department personnel. Andrew noted that there were fifteen in the room besides him. Kelli Markum was there with the CFO, Roger Barnett. Bill Blankenship, the Human Resources VP was there, too. Of course, James Shaw was there, as was Oscar Chesterfield, the Chief Operating Officer. Most of the rest of the attendees had to do with production, manufacturing, or distribution. However, Andrew did pay attention when Martin Kirby was introduced. He recognized Martin from having seen him before, but this was the first time they had been together since Andrew learned that he was pimping his wife, Shelley. That fact intrigued Andrew, so he sat where he could observe Martin without being too obvious.

The meeting droned on, generally following the published agenda. Andrew didn't have much input. He reported on orders scheduled for shipment and likely orders coming from Ron Griffith's company soon. Everyone seemed pleased with the quantity and the sales volume they would generate, and they all assured him that measures would be taken to make sure everything shipped on time. Andrew took advantage of his minimal reporting responsibilities to survey the executives there. He noted that Oscar Chesterfield was older, probably in his sixties. He was rotund with a substantial girth and white hair, closed-cropped like a wreath around his bald head. He was tall, but not quite Andrew's height. He had a portly, aged dignity about him and his demeanor demanded respect. Andrew noticed that Chesterfield received respect from all the other executives.

Andrew's observation of Martin Kirby told him that Kirby definitely was aware of Andrew. He kept sneaking glances at Andrew. One time their eyes met and they nodded at each other. Martin Kirby smiled slightly at the contact. Andrew merely nodded. After the meeting broke up, Oscar Chesterfield signaled to Andrew to come see him. He told Andrew that several of the participants were being served lunch in the next room, nothing fancy, but he wanted Andrew to attend. It would be kind of a post-meeting lunch meeting. Andrew was pleased with the invitation. He left the room to refresh himself in the men's room. There he encountered Martin Kirby. They greeted each other and Andrew headed for a urinal. Martin hung around washing his hands until everyone else had cleared out of the place. When they were alone, Martin said, "Say, Andrew. May I call you Andrew?"

Andrew nodded, "Sure."

"Good. Andrew, I want you to know that we're watching over your shipments in logistics. I'd like to get together with you sometime, maybe lunch, and let you know what we're doing."

Andrew wasn't sure a meeting was necessary, but didn't want to be too stand-offish, so he said, "Sure, maybe sometime. But I know you're doing a great job. I haven't heard any complaints."

"Well, that's nice to know. We're all about service in our department. We want to make sure all the key players get great service. And you are one of our key players."

"Thanks, I appreciate the attention, Martin." Andrew finished drying his hands. "See you, soon, I hope."

"Soon, I hope so." Martin responded with a smile. Was it leering? Andrew couldn't tell. He simply didn't know Martin well enough.

Andrew returned to the meeting room, gathered his notes and laptop, and headed next door to the luncheon. It was a buffet style, sandwiches and salad with chips and a desert. There was a single large round table and several were already seated. Andrew looked around to see who all was there. He was a little surprised to find Kelli sitting between her CFO, Roger Barnett, and the VP of HR, Bill Blankenship. James Shaw sat to Barnett's right. Brian Peterson, the Customer Service BP was getting a dessert and a glass of iced tea. Oscar Chesterfield and Jackson Reed walked into the room and picked up a plate. Chesterfield stood right behind Andrew. "We're glad you're here, Andrew." Chesterfield commented. "You've been making quite an impression on everyone."

"I have, sir?"

"Yes. And my wife's niece, Janice Wheeler, says you have what it takes. She likes your drive."

Andrew reddened with embarrassment. He had forgotten the relationship between Jan and the big boss. Why had she talked with him?

Chesterfield chuckled. "Now don't you worry about it, son. We don't have many secrets in this room. Come, sit next to me"

Andrew followed Chesterfield to the table. The COO selected the chair next to Blankenship, so Andrew sat to Chesterfield's left. Peterson sat to Andrew's left and Jackson Reed sat between Peterson and James Shaw. Andrew looked at Kelli. She was amused at his discomfort, and she winked at him. Suddenly Andrew realized that she had bedded every man in the room. This was a meeting of the Entertainment Committee. Now Andrew really felt intimidated.

During the lunch, Oscar Chesterfield dominated. He explained the importance of meeting the goals for the upcoming quarter and beyond. He reminded everyone of the possibility of an IPO and encouraged everyone to stay focused and make things happen. He also announced that Andrew was there because he figured prominently in the company's plans going forward and said more details would be forthcoming later in the year. Following Chesterfield's remarks, the lunch devolved into a series of quiet conversations among the participants. Chesterfield leaned over to Andrew and asked him to hang around after lunch for a brief talk.

When the others were gone, Chesterfield sat down next to Andrew. He pulled an index card from his pocket. "You know how important your account is," Chesterfield began. "Shaw has explained that to you, right?"

Andrew nodded.

"Well, I want to emphasize its importance. It's absolutely critical that we meet or exceed our goals on the account." Chesterfield tapped the card on the table, and looked at it. "Tomorrow," he said. "Tomorrow you have a lunch appointment." He handed the card to Andrew. It was written in a feminine hand. It had a phone number, an address and Lisa McAlister's name. "Be there at 11:30 for lunch and take the rest of the day off." Chesterfield got up. "You've done a great job, Andrew. We're counting on you to bring this one home." He turned and left.

The next day Andrew left the office at 11 and punched the address into his GPS. The device told him it would be a twenty minute trip. Andrew pulled up in front of the house at 11:25, walked to the door and rang the doorbell. He was greeted moments later by a very attractive woman with dirty blond hair. She was wearing a conservative dress that buttoned up the front. It had a flowery print and flowed to just below the knees. Her makeup was tastefully applied and gave her a sufficiently wholesome appeal. "Andrew Mason?" the woman asked?

"Yes."

"Come on in. I'm Lisa McAlister, and I've heard so much about you." She closed the door behind him and led him to the kitchen area. "I've prepared some homemade soup and a sandwich. They said that would be appropriate. What would you like to drink?"

"Coffee or a coke would be fine, and the lunch sounds great."

Lisa poured a coke and sat it in front of Andrew. "Forgive me if I'm a little shy at this. I've heard so much about you and I don't want to disappoint. I confess, I'm a bit nervous."

Andrew looked at her. "Why are you nervous? Tell me what you've heard about me that makes you afraid of me."

Lisa blushed prettily. "I've heard you're a wonderful lover and that you have a big future with the company. I'm nervous because I don't want to mess up. I really need this extra income."

Andrew took a sip of the tea and pushed aside the plate with the sandwich. "First of all, you can't mess up with me, because I have no expectations. You are free to do whatever you want. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I didn't ask for it, nor do I expect it."

Lisa blinked at him, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise. "T-then why?"

"Why am I here? Because Chesterfield told me to be here. Why do I have no expectations? I don't know. I guess I'm here to get to know you. But I assure you, no one as beautiful as you could disappoint me, even if we just talked."

Lisa looked relieved. She sat on a stool near Andrew. Neither of them touched their lunch. "I don't want you to get the wrong impression," Lisa said. "I want to do this, I really do. It's just that, well, I don't know how you like your women."

"How I like my women? What's that supposed to mean?" Andrew was puzzled.

"Would you have preferred me to meet you at the door naked? Do you like aggressive women, or would you prefer to play games?"

Andrew smiled and tried not to laugh. "Lisa, I like my women just like you, attractive, thoughtful, intelligent, and I imagine I'll find you witty once I get to know you." He looked her over. She was sensational just sitting there and Andrew suspected that she was hiding her best attributes beneath that attractive, yet normal dress. "You said you really want to do this. Why?"

Lisa looked down momentarily, then fixed her stunning blue eyes on Andrew. "Well, at first it was the money, of course. We really needed it. John, my husband, works for a non-profit and the pay is not that good. They depend on donations, and can't afford a lot. John believes in the cause, though, so he wants to help."

"Is he at work today?"

"He's making a presentation at a conference. He won't be home until after dark tonight. That's why today is a great day to get to know you and have you get to know me. Anyway, when Bill Blankenship explained this team, I was immediately interested."

"Why? Was it strictly the money, or were you ...."

"Bored with sex at home?" Lisa completed the thought for him and laughed. "No, not bored, just willing to do anything to bring in some income. I really didn't want to work a regular job. If I did, most of the money I earned would go to child care, and that didn't make sense to me. I like sex. I like sex with John, but he was not my first, so I already knew that I liked sex regardless of who I was with. So, I needed the money and I like sex. Seems like a win-win to me."

"How does John feel about this?"

"Clueless." Lisa smiled. "He doesn't know, and I want to keep it that way. Oh, occasionally he talks about playing sex games or swapping or wanting to see me with another guy, but I don't think he could really handle it. I didn't intend to do anything behind his back, but I really don't think he could handle what I'm doing. I like it, and as long as I keep it discrete, he'll never know. And the money sure comes in handy."

"But there's no money for this one."

"I know. We all agree to provide a free sample to each of the committee. After that it's negotiable."

"So I understand. What's the going rate?"

"Well, employee discount for these services is fifty percent."

That was the first Andrew had heard of the actual employee rate, which translated to $500. It was a little steep for his pocketbook. "And you're sure you want to do this? Would you rather do it another time?"

Lisa reached up and unbuttoned her top button, then her second one. She stopped there. "I'm sure," she said. "There's no time like the present, and I asked for this time. You look like you're not interested in eating lunch."

Andrew smiled at her. "I think I'd rather eat you."

"O-o-oh, I like a man who knows what he wants. Follow me. We'll go to the guest bedroom."

Andrew got up and followed her. "The guest bedroom?"

"Yes. It's the one I use whenever I entertain here. I don't want to totally disrespect my husband. Besides, I don't always have time to clean the sheets, and he never comes in here."

"Makes sense to me." Inside the guest bedroom, Andrew noticed a queen-sized bed with the covers already turned back.

Lisa shut the door behind them and turned to face him. "I started this," she fingered the buttons on the front of her dress. "You finish."

Andrew unbuttoned the next several buttons. By this time he noticed the nipples pressing against the cloth and realized she was braless. It was more evident as each button released revealed more skin. Andrew leaned into her and kissed her tenderly. Lisa returned the kiss, opening her mouth so they could play fencing tongues. Andrew got to the last button, then backed away from the kissing. He traced his fingers down from her neck between the breasts still covered by the garment, all the way to her belly button. Then he placed a hand on each shoulder and scooted the dress off her shoulders. She slipped her arms out and allowed the dress to drop to her hips. Andrew paused to admire her magnificent breasts and her slender waist. He noted that she didn't show an ounce of fat.

Almost timidly, as if in an act of worship, Andrew stepped forward to caress those breathtaking breasts. Lisa noted the tenderness with which he stroked her and cherished the adulation accompanying her bosom's embrace. It was an unexpectedly affectionate moment for her. Andrew continued his adoration of those orbs by leaning forward and gently kissing them, paying particular attention to the aureoles crowning her glorious protuberances. He licked, and suckled the stiff, sensitive nipples sending chills throughout Lisa's body. She loved having her breasts manipulated like that. How could he know that? She clasped her hands about his head and moaned softly her approval of his very effective efforts. When his lips returned to hers, his hands took their place on her breasts, continuing the rubdown to her great delight.

Several moments passed. Lisa raised her hands to cover his. Together they relocated their hands to the garment caught on Lisa's hips. Together they gave the dress a little push, first on one side, then the other. Immediately it dropped to the floor revealing long luscious legs merging into a perfect valley nestled beneath a neatly trimmed "V" bush pointing to the winning slot. ‘My gosh, she is beautiful,' thought Andrew. Then, in a flash of brilliance, he decided to tell her. "My gosh, you are beautiful, stunning, magnificent. Incredible!"

Lisa's luminous eyes sparkled into a smile that would melt a statue. Andrew's comments please her. She loved being appreciated. "What would you like now? Are you ready to fuck me?"

"Not yet," Andrew replied. "I want to eat you first."

‘Right answer,' thought Lisa. "Where do you want me? On the bed?"

"Let's start out with you standing on the bed. I'd like to get a good look at your fabulous body."

That response pleased Lisa even more. She accepted Andrew's hand to help her step up on the bed. She stood there watching him inspect her. Andrew stroked a leg, then the other, lightly dragging his fingernails up her inner thighs. She faced him, giving him and up-close and personal view of her vibrant sex. Her body had been ready in anticipation of discovery sex with a new partner, but now her juices were flowing, her engine was running and her body was raring to go. Andrew ran a hand up the back of her thigh, reaching her muscular buttocks. He squeezed that piece of delectable mass, eliciting a moan of approval from Lisa. She sucked in air as tremors permeated her body.

Andrew tugged on her ass-cheek, guiding her to turn around. When she did so, he used both hands to pay tribute to her outstanding posterior. He squeezed her rump, and spread the cheeks apart, revealing her puckered backdoor. Her sex lips were also exposed to Andrew's gaze. He leaned forward and poked a tongue in her crack, approaching her anal orifice. That unexpected action sent electric thrills through Lisa's ass-cheeks, to her abdomen, and down to her sensitive pubes. She sucked air and gasped. She bent over at the waist which parted her ass-cheeks further and provided greater access for Andrew to reach her back door and her vagina with his tongue. She placed her hands on the bed for stability and enjoyed the incredible sensation saturating her body.

Andrew's hands ran down her thighs and back up toward her soppy pussy. Once they arrive at her pussy, he slipped a finger inside her well-lubricated snatch and probed her love canal. After moistening the digit sufficiently, he inserted it in her anus. Lisa gasped and panted, moaning her delight with a series of high-pitched, "M-m-m-m-m's." Her legs quivered. She was on the verge of collapse. With his free hand, Andrew touched the inside of her thigh. As she moved to spread her legs wider, Lisa fell onto the bed. During that action, Andrew's finger slipped out. In one motion, he smoothly rolled her over onto her back.

Lisa naturally spread her legs in anticipation that Andrew would mount her. Instead, he crawled on the bed and lowered his face to her smoldering pussy. His tongue swirled around her valley, exploring the folds and the soft, velvety flesh. Finally, he encountered her swollen love button. To this point, Lisa's box had been flaming with anticipation. Now it ignited in a blaze of sexual heat. She gasped, and screamed her release. Andrew's hands cupped her ass and held her firmly to his face. She tried to wiggle, but succeeded only in jiggling her breasts as a tsunami wave of orgasm flooded her body. Yet Andrew persisted on concentrating on her silky sex-box. His determination delivered continuous orgasms to Lisa. Her legs clamped down on his ears and parted to ensure him whatever access he desired. Andrew's unrelenting attention to her pussy kept Lisa at the edge. She felt like she was losing control, like she was going to faint, but what a glorious feeling she enjoyed. She collapsed in total surrender.

Andrew stopped and sat up between her legs to watch her as she laboriously recovered her breathing and gathered her senses. Her legs remained wide-spread. Her gash completely exposed. His eyes traced her body, noticing that her breasts, while heaving to reveal her gasping for breath, were still outrageously excited. Beyond her magnificent mountainous breasts, Andrew surveyed her lovely face. Her eyes were only half open and a satisfied smile creased her face. "Now will you fuck me?" she asked.

"If you insist," Andrew replied with a grin. He got to his knees between her legs.

"Oh, I insist," Lisa said. "I even demand that you do it now, quickly."

Andrew aligned his cock with her love hole and gripped her ass. Her legs flew up around her shoulders. He started in, slowly, torturously he invaded her tight gap. Lisa gasped and screeched. Her tingling pussy was still too tender. This caused the invasion to rekindle her already hot channel. She had not fully expended her series of orgasms and the sensation of penetration produced a vaginal orgasm, the first of Lisa's experience and it greatly astonished her. At the same time, her body got into high gear. She screamed, she bucked, she tossed, she thrashed. Andrew felt he was riding a wildcat. Lisa was animated like never before in her life, and Andrew had never enjoyed a pleasure trip quite like this. Involuntarily he launched his stream into her. It was like her pussy was sucking the essence out of him. They surged together, gasping, clasping and trembling. Both lovers were wobbly and drained.

Andrew pitched forward, bracing his fall, but collapsed onto Lisa, crushing her breasts against his chest. She quickly grabbed his face in both hands and locked lips with him, breathing heavily as their passionate kiss reflected the depth of their fervor. They lay together for several minutes, recovering their senses and their breathing. Finally, Lisa said, "Wow."

Andrew chuckled. "That's exactly what I was thinking," he said. He rolled off of her and lay beside her.

"That was, well, fantastic," Lisa said. She was surprised by the way this unfolded.

"My sentiments exactly," Andrew said. He propped up his head on his elbow and reviewed Lisa's body. She stretched out elegantly beside him, one leg straight down the bed and the other one, opposite from Andrew, bent at the knee with her foot near her hip. One arm crossed her body just beneath her breasts and the other stretched out away from Andrew toward the other side of the bed. Andrew drank in this picturesque image, finally reaching out to touch a nipple lightly. He followed that action by lightly tracing her breasts, over her arm and down her stomach toward her sizzling pussy. When he touched that sodden fissure Lisa jolted, astonished at its lingering sensitivity. Andrew flicked her clit and produced even more electric flashes within Lisa. She grabbed his wrist, gasping, and held him immobile.

Andrew scrambled to his knees beside her and lowered his face to her lush valley. Lisa felt she was still too tender for that, but she loved that particular attention, so she steeled herself for more pleasure. Andrew's touch was gentle and that by itself brought waves of incredible satisfaction to her. Lisa reached out and grabbed Andrew's semi-erect cock. As a distraction to the incredible sensitive pleasure Andrew was causing between her legs, Lisa tugged at him, encouraging him into a sixty-nine position. She sucked his cock fervently. Lisa was an accomplished cock sucker. She knew from her experience that men liked that, so she worked at the skill. It was an obligation she assumed perfunctorily, taking no personal pleasure from the act, but merely working to please whatever lover she was servicing. This time, however, she gobbled that cock greedily, doing homage in response to the tremendous and sustained pleasure she was enjoying. Her body rocked back and forth, consumed with getting and giving pleasure.

The couple rolled on their side, never losing contact with each other's genitals. Lisa extended one leg in the air to ensure Andrew access to her most intimate parts. She took him deeply into her throat, gagging on his instrument of pleasure. Additional eruptions came, surging almost continuously. Lisa could hardly stand the pleasure, but she was unwilling to separate and cease the sensation. Instead she rolled her body again, placing her on top which allowed her more control. She moved her head up and down on his stiffening stalk while spreading her knees on either side of Andrew's face so she could raise and lower her body to his lips while she could stand the sensitive contact. Andrew's nose was buried in her crevice while his tongue lambasted her clit. Lisa shivered with pleasure and gasped around his cock filling her mouth. The shiver produced another flood of pleasure. She screamed and quivered and quaked. Fireworks exploded again within her torso. Her brain blanked out. She rolled off of his body screeching her pleasure as she tried to accommodate the enormous outburst saturating her body.

Andrew scrambled to his knees as fast as he could while she was hopping and undulating on the bed. He established himself between her flaying legs and shoved his member into her. Lisa's eyes flew open in astonishment and pleasure and she cried out, grabbing his buttocks to draw him into her. She bounced her bottom up and down, absorbing every inch of that marvelous member. Incredibly, she enjoyed additional sensational aftershocks of her latest orgasm. She sustained her perpetual motion beneath him until she collapsed in exhaustion. She gripped his shoulders and pulled him tightly to her body, engulfing his mouth in a passionate and sincere kiss. They remained there for some time as Lisa recovered her senses. Andrew's cock tarried in her tunnel until he finally rolled off her.

Lisa's face positively glowed as she rolled on her side to face her lover. Her captivating smile announced her extreme pleasure with the encounter. She reached down to caress his cock and was surprised and pleased to find it still reasonably erect. Her eyes brightened as a thought flashed through her brain. "Hey," she said suddenly, just a little over a whisper. "Would you fuck my ass?" Even as she requested this, she wondered at herself. It was an act that her husband performed from time to time, but not with skill sufficient to ensure her enjoyment. She had accepted a bonus tip from two different clients to allow them to penetrate her anally. Again, those encounters were only marginally satisfying to her. Somehow she felt that she was capable of enjoying anal sex, but had never quite been taken there. Maybe this was her opportunity. She didn't know where that thought emerged. It had come unbidden, and she had made the request.

Andrew was surprised. She had seemed to be reluctant before they entered the bedroom. Lisa had transformed into an insatiable slut before his eyes and in response to his touch. Her request was completely unexpected and out of character for the image Andrew had formed of her. Nevertheless, he quickly answered, "Of course."

As soon as he said that, Lisa scrambled out of bed and opened the drawer in the dresser. She produced a tube of KY-jelly, tossed it at Andrew and hurried back to bed, positioning herself on her knees with her head resting on a pillow and her ass stuck high in the air. She was eager to experience this act with this man and wanted it now.

Andrew repositioned himself on his knees behind her. He stroked her sensitive and cum-saturated pussy, extracting lubricant. He lowered his face to kiss her ass cheeks and to lick her anus. She shivered with delight, moaning with her high-pitched, "M-M-M-m-m-m-m". He lifted his face and spread their juicy mixture around her back door. Then he penetrated that puckered hole with a well-lubricated finger. He reached for the KY tube, removed the cap, and applied a generous portion around the digit embedded in her ass. He sat the tube on her lower back, beside the cap, using her lovely body as a convenient staging area for the lubricant. The finger on his left hand steadily moved in and out. Andrew's right hand gently trailed his fingernails over her back, producing chills, goose bumps, and moans of satisfaction.

Andrew continued the tantalizing process for several moments before withdrawing his finger from her ass and wiping the remaining grease on the sheet. He aimed his cock at the inviting hole and gripped her hips. Gently he pushed, allowing only his bulbous head to penetrate. That solicited an "O-o-oh," from Lisa. She wiggled her bottom to encourage him. Slowly he increased the penetration, producing more "O-ooh's" and "Ah-h-h's" from the beauty. Soon he was rocking in and out. Lisa gripped the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. Andrew reached around her hips and located her pleasure button. He rubbed it and flicked it. Lisa exploded and screamed. Andrew thrust deeply into her, knocking her forward and away from him. She collapsed on the bed. He rolled her over and lifted her legs high. He realigned himself with her back channel and invaded.

Lisa bit her lip, enjoying the pleasure. She looked up at the man she had met for the first time only a couple of hours earlier. She felt a connection to him like to no other. True, that connection was invading her ass, but she suddenly felt more, so much more. While those feelings played in her mind, Andrew's stimulus package produced another groundswell of pleasure within her body. She felt she had died and gone to heaven.

Andrew felt a surging in his groin. He withdrew from her and launched his seed over her lower abdomen. Lisa smiled, happy that she had satisfied her man. She spread his issue across her skin and into the trimmed bush pointing to her treasure. Andrew collapsed beside her. Their lovemaking efforts had taken a toll on the two participants. They cuddled together, basking in the warm afterglow of love.

Some time passed as they lay there in silence, each consumed with their own thoughts. Their breathing returned to normal and they enjoyed the closeness and warmth of each other's naked body. From time to time, they would gently caress each other, but no words were spoken or necessary. Finally, Lisa glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It read nearly two o'clock. "Ohmygosh," she exclaimed, sitting up with a start. "It's almost two o'clock. We've been here for two hours!" It didn't seem that long to her. "I've got to get cleaned up. You must leave before my children arrive." Lisa scrambled out of bed and headed for the guest bathroom. "Come with me," she commanded. Andrew followed.

They showered together in the smaller shower-only facility, but didn't take too much time to play. Oh, they stroked each other's body. Lisa realized that she wasn't ready for this to end, but it must. Andrew was mildly amused by the situation, but still appreciative enough to enjoy her beautiful body and the attention she provided him as she cleansed their love juices from him. When they shut off the water, Lisa stepped out and grabbed two towels. Tossing one to Andrew, she admitted, "You know, when Kelli told me you were a great lover, I took it as hype. When Janice said the same thing, I assumed it was a conspiracy. I wondered why, because we all knew that we were going to share a bed with you, so no sales pitch on your skills was really necessary. I had planned to give you your free sample, and do it with enthusiasm so you'd be sure to use my services whenever you had an opportunity." She continued drying her luscious body while she explained this to Andrew. He admired her casual nudity and her tight torso. "I figured any future encounters between us would be at the employee rate." She looked directly at him. "But after experiencing you first hand, I understand why Jan and Kelli are raving about you. I want more of you. I want to see if this ... this thing you do to my body is a unique one-time happening or is it something you can produce again. I want you again ... any time, any place. Just let me know anytime you're ready. I'll make time for you. Now let's get dressed." She left the bathroom and entered the guest bedroom.

Andrew followed her into the bedroom. Lisa located his clothes and tossed them at him. She retrieved the KY tube and returned it to its location in the drawer. While Andrew dressed, Lisa stripped the bed and tossed the linens over by the door. She produced another set of sheets and began making the bed. Andrew completed dressing, and pitched in to help her. He enjoyed the fact that she was still completely naked. He loved the way her trim figure moved as she performed these routine housecleaning chores. When the bed was completely made and the room returned to pristine condition, Lisa turned and faced him, standing a few feet away. Her legs were slightly spread and her hands were on her hips. She smiled at him acknowledging that he was staring at her. "Well, things seem to be back in order," she said, surveying the room. She reached down and retrieved her dress from the floor beside the bed. "Follow me," she said as she headed for the door, stopping only to retrieve the bedding she had tossed there.

Lisa headed up the hall, her cute ass wiggling. She tossed the bedding in the laundry bin and continued up the hall, holding her dress. At the end of the hallway, she opened a door. Andrew followed her into the elegantly furnished master bedroom. She tossed her dress on the king-sized bed, near some panties and a bra. She turned back to Andrew and approached him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, pressing her nude body tightly against his fully-clothed body. After a moment, she broke off the kiss and backed up a step. Lisa reached for Andrew's hands. She guided one to a breast and the other to her velvet pussy and pressed them into her flesh, allowing him to remain there for a moment. She looked intently into his eyes during this entire performance. Finally she took another step back, releasing his hands. She pirouetted in front of him, revealing all sides of her stunning, trim body.

Lisa moved a step closer to the bed and turned to face Andrew. "You are the first man, other than my husband, to be alone with me in this room. You are the first man, other than my husband to kiss me in this room. You are the first man, other than my husband, to caress my breasts and pussy intimately in this room. You are the first man, other than my husband, to see me naked in this room. You are a very special man. I don't exactly know why I'm doing this. I didn't plan it, nor did I intend to ever violate my husband's place in this room. But after the experience we just shared, I wanted you in here." Lisa looked radiant and vulnerable.

Andrew crossed the distance between them and enfolded her in his arms. He kissed her tenderly. They glanced down at the undergarments on the bed. "What are these?" Andrew asked.

"I-I removed my bra and panties before you arrived," Lisa explained. "I didn't see any point in delaying what I knew was coming. I wanted it to happen. I just tossed them here so I could put them on after you left." She looked longingly into his eyes. "Is that okay?"

"Perfectly okay," Andrew said. "Thank you for sharing this with me. Thank you for letting me into your most intimate chamber." He eased her onto the bed, on her back. Gently, he spread her legs. She parted them for him. He unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. "There's just one more thing for us to do to consummate and commemorate this special occasion." He fished out his remobilized manhood and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He placed his probe at her entrance and thrust it in her. Lisa's smile never left her face as she sucked in air and softly whimpered. Her legs flew up and clasped ankles behind his back. Andrew rocked in and out of her, increasing the intensity. Lisa animated her lower torso and fucked back at him. It only took moments for him to flood her with more of his sperm. He stiffened and drove deeply within her. She clasped him tightly.

When they disentangled, Andrew stood beside the bed, inspecting is handiwork. He straightened his shirt, pulled up his pants and refastened everything. Lisa continued to lay there with her legs spread and a beguiling smile on her face. "I'm glad you did that," she said. "I wanted you to do that, but I wanted it to be you, not me, who claimed me in this territory. I want you to come back ... here in this room ... come back soon, and come back often. May I call you?"

"Of course."

"Well, get out of here. I won't move. I won't walk you to the door. Just let yourself out. Lock the door behind you. I'll continue to lay here with your cum in me until you leave the house. Then I'll get up and get ready for my children and for my husband this evening." Andrew leaned over and kissed her cum-filled pussy, then left the room and the house, locking the door as instructed. It was two-forty when he drove off.

Andrew called Karen on her cell to let her know he was off work early and would pick up the kids. She seemed grateful and Andrew was glad that this worked out for her. Naturally, his thoughts centered on his playtime with Lisa. He appreciated her extravagant praise of his prowess, but wondered about everything. Andrew picked up the kids from the day care center and headed home. There, he prepared supper to surprise Karen. She was surprised, and pleased, when she got home. They held animated discussions with the kids, about the kids, and about Karen's day at work.

After supper and the clean-up chores were accomplished, they helped Hannah with her homework and admired Amanda's work. Prescott stayed involved, clamoring for attention, which he got abundantly. As it grew later and bedtime approached, Andrew read a story while Karen helped dress Prescott for bed. After the story, the girls scooted off to their room and Prescott was tucked into his bed. Karen and Andrew went back to the den and picked up their conversation about the workday events while giving the kids sufficient time to settle down and fall asleep.

Most of the workday discussion focused on Karen's until they checked one final time on all the kids, then headed to their bedroom. As they got ready for bed, Karen asked about Andrew's day. Andrew told her that it mostly consisted of meetings and strategy sessions, similar to yesterday. He explained that much of today's meetings were continuations of the previous day's strategy meetings. So, Karen asked about the strategy sessions. Andrew had donned his pajama bottoms and pulled back the covers with Karen. She was nearly naked, clothed only in her bra and panties. She asked him to wait while she freshened up in the bathroom. She grabbed her nightgown and retired to the facilities. Five minutes later she emerged clad only in her short night gown. She dimmed the lights and crawled into bed, curling up next to Andrew. "Now, tell me about all this strategy stuff," she said.

Andrew told her about the meeting with Chesterfield, explaining how he had pulled Andrew aside to encourage him with a promise of changes to come ... changes that would involve Andrew.

"Did he say when these changes would take place?" Karen asked.

"Not really, but he hinted that it would be sometime after Ron Griffith's next visit. I got the distinct impression from him that successfully increasing business from GHI Industries would be the critical factor in how the changes play out."

Karen lay there quietly. She didn't want to bring up Andrew's suggestion that she bed Ron, but hoped that Andrew would. Finally she asked, "And how does the strategy propose to increase that business?"

Andrew paused, thinking hard, wondering if this were the time to revisit Karen's potential involvement. Finally, he said, "You know what they think is the key to getting more business from Ron. They want me to arrange a liaison with a girl from the escort service to entice him to give us more business. They're willing to lay out a thousand dollars for what they're calling ‘entertainment.'"

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them I still didn't think it was a good idea. But they think otherwise."

"Did you tell them about me?"

"No," Andrew replied. "I'm not sure what you are willing to do with Ron. Last week I thought you might be willing to help, but you told me you were only playing games with me. I'm certainly not going to tell anyone from work that you might help. If you commit, I can tell a few people discretely and arrange that the payout goes to you."

Karen tensed. She wasn't really interested in the money, but found it intriguing that the company would pay out that kind of money to someone for sex. But most of all, Karen tensed because she didn't want anyone to know if she bedded Ron, especially any one at Andrew's company. What would they think of her? "W-who would you tell, and why? Wouldn't that diminish your stature with the company if they knew you used your wife to get more business from a customer?"

"I don't think they would think anything about it. I'm discovering that some of those guys are so jaded; they think this way of doing business is normal. All I know is that they are talking about eventually involving some serious money."

"How serious?"

"Salary at a quarter-million. Incentives that could double that, maybe more."

Now that got Karen's attention. Could fucking Ron produce that kind of income for her family? Heck, she was willing to fuck him for free. Then she remembered that it would involve telling someone from Andrew's company that she was bedding a customer to get the business. Would it be worth a quarter million or half million dollars to her to let that kind of information out? She surprised herself that she was even thinking about it. At least it would get her back in bed with Ron, which is the thought she had been dwelling on for the past several weeks. Without comment, Karen ran her hand down Andrew's chest, beyond his belly and into his hairy groin area. He wasn't erect, but he was firming up. She gripped him and tugged at him.

Karen couldn't think of anything else to say. Without thinking further about their conversation, she travelled down his body, kissing his torso all the way down until she shoved his pajamas down and engulfed his cock in her mouth. She was too busy thinking of the excitement that the thought of bedding Ron again had generated to notice the faint flavor of another woman's sex on her husband's penis. Thinking about sex with Ron had gotten her hot. Thinking that sex with Ron could produce a half million dollars for her family set her aflame.

Andrew had put aside any thought of his afternoon tryst with Lisa until Karen's sudden move to suck his cock. That action surprised him, and terrified him when he remembered that he had not cleaned himself up following the last minute territorial claim fuck in the bedroom she shared with her husband. Andrew decided to take aggressive action to distract Karen and keep her from discovering evidence of his afternoon transgression. He shifted his body, scooted his head between her legs and assumed the sixty-nine position reminiscent of the afternoon's action. He attacked her pussy with fervor and successfully redirected her attention. Soon she was crying out with joy as she moved along the pathway to an orgasmic experience with her husband. They played and he successfully brought her to climax, after which they joined together in a slow and very satisfying lovemaking session. Andrew even managed to shoot off inside her.

Karen was thinking of Ron the whole time, so she didn't suspect anything about the length of time it took Andrew to climax. They fell asleep after the very satisfying coupling.

Just over a week passed. Early Tuesday morning, Andrew had just arrived at work and settled in at his office when his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number right away, but answered it anyway.

"Andrew?" a sweet voice asked from the other end.

"Yes," Andrew confirmed.

"This is Lisa. Sorry to bother you at work, but if you can get away this morning, I'd like to see you."

This was unusual, Andrew thought. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"N-no, nothing's wrong. It's just that the boys are at school and Jenny has left for a kindergarten field trip that will last all day."

"I see," Andrew said, feeling a stirring in his groin. "And John?"

Lisa giggled. "He made love to me this morning and I haven't made the bed yet. I thought you'd want to come over before I cleaned everything up. He will be gone all day."

"Okay," Andrew acquiesced. "Let me take care of something here and I'll be right over." He notified Caroline, his administrative assistant, explaining that he would be out of the office until after noon, and that he had an errand to run. He packed his laptop back up and headed back to the parking lot. A half-hour later, he rang the bell at Lisa's house.

Lisa greeted him by opening the door and peeking around to verify that it was him. She swung the door open to let him in, stepping behind the door. When she closed it, Andrew discovered why. She was as naked as he had left her the last time he was here. Plus, she had evidence of recent sexual activity decorating her trimmed bush, just like the last time he left her. "Hurry back to the bedroom with me," Lisa exclaimed and took off for the master bedroom.

Andrew followed her there, admiring her fabulous figure and her swaying, jiggling buttocks. As he entered the master bedroom, he noticed the bed was disheveled. Lisa turned and immediately began helping Andrew remove clothing. He kicked away shoes and tossed garments in the general direction of a nearby chair.

As she worked, Lisa explained, "I wanted to bring you back here to this room as soon after making love with my husband as possible. You are the only other man who will ever be here, and I wanted you to know how special I think you are."

"Others do come to your home, then." Andrew completed disrobing and moved to embrace the wanton, lithe, spectacular body.

"Mostly I go to the hotel room of the client I'm contacted for. Whenever someone from the team wants sex from me, it's either here, their home, or occasionally some other location."

"You've fucked them all then."

"All of the entertainment committee, yes. Some of them several times, but only once free for any of them. Anyone who has contacted me for seconds has paid the employee rate. Except for you, of course." Lisa sat on the bed and grasped Andrew's cock. She pulled him to her face and began sucking that instrument with enthusiasm.

A few minutes later, when Andrew was rock solid hard, he laid her out on the bed. Slowly and gently he traced her body, noting areas where her husband John had splashed his seed on her body. A particularly bountiful amount adorned her neatly trimmed bush. Andrew lowered his face into her pussy and worked diligently at bringing her satisfaction. He tasted her husband's cum mixed with her juices. He understood the symbolism that Lisa was demonstrating here. It scared him a bit that she was giving herself to him so freely; allowing him to take possession of her from her husband.

After bringing her to orgasm, they mated, fucking and sucking for hours. During the morning session, they fucked all over the bed, then around the bedroom, in every conceivable position. She asked him to fuck her ass again, which he did twice. They played in the shower, then fucked some more. They showered again, then fucked some more. They completely messed up the sheets and deposited more juices there than Lisa and John had placed there during their early morning lovemaking session.

By the time eleven o'clock rolled around, Andrew was exhausted. She allowed him to rest while she went to the kitchen, still nude, and retrieved a sandwich for him. When she returned with the refreshments, she assured Andrew that his performance was just as impressive and just as fulfilling as the first one. She repeated several times, that she wanted this to continue.

"How will you feel if I ask you to entertain a customer?" Andrew asked, feeling that she was becoming attached to him.

"I will be disappointed if you don't ask. I still need the money and that's part of what I do. I'm not interested in leaving my husband, and I don't want to steal you from your wife, Karen, isn't it? I just want to be able to share this kind of incredible lovemaking experience with you from time to time." Lisa continued displaying her incredible body. Finally she said, "I need to get up and clean these sheets. I don't expect John home for lunch, but there's no sense in taking a chance. Do you want to shower again before you leave?"

Andrew agreed that a shower would be nice. He took one alone, while Lisa stripped the bed. When he got out of the shower, he helped her put fresh sheets on the bed. Both remained nude until he dressed to return to work. She slipped on a robe to walk him to the door, kissed him passionately while he copped a feel just before leaving.

Andrew returned to work and spent much of the afternoon trying to comprehend the magnitude of the situation in which he found himself embroiled. On one hand, he loved his wife and family. On the other, he was enjoying some great sex, and largely felt guilt-free about it. He wondered about the stroke of fortune that brought him to this position, and remembered that none of this would be possible without Ron Griffith. He had to do something for that honorable benefactor.

Another week passed involving more strategy meetings.

Andrew mentioned in one of the meetings that one of his smaller accounts was visiting the next week. James Shaw suggested that this might be a great opportunity to test out the entertainment team. So, before Mark Brady, the representative, arrived, Andrew called him and asked him for additional business. After negotiations over several calls, Andrew secured the extra orders on Monday before his Wednesday arrival. Andrew confirmed the hotel where his client was registered, then arranged for a welcome basket of fruit and nuts to be in the room on his arrival.

Andrew then went to visit Roger Barnett, the CFO, to discover exactly how to select an entertainment member for his client, and how to secure payment for the team member. Barnett congratulated Andrew on the extra business and told him to choose whoever he wanted from the team and contact them to make sure they were available. Once the team member was chosen, he must notify Barnett, who would arrange for payment. Either Barnett, Andrew, or Kelli Markum would deliver the payment after services were performed. All payments are made in cash.

Satisfied with his understanding of the procedure, Andrew placed a call to Lisa McAlister. When she answered her phone, Andrew said, "Hello, Lisa. Andrew here. Are you free to talk?"

"Yes, Andrew. Great to hear from you. Do you want to come over?"

"I'd love to, Lisa," Andrew replied, "but I have an entertainment opportunity for you. Are you free Wednesday afternoon?"

"Wednesday? I think I can get free. Where do you need me to be?"

Andrew named the hotel. "Mark Brady is the client. I'll see that he will be at the hotel by 3 pm. I'll call you with his room number as soon as I know it."

"Great," Lisa said. "Thanks, Andrew. I really appreciate this. It's coming at a really good time for us."

"How's John?"

"He's great, thanks. He's keeping me lubricated for you. Are you jealous?"

"Not jealous. Envious maybe. Thanks for being there. You'll tell me all about it?"

"If you want to hear about it, I'll tell you. You're kinky, though."

They broke off the conversation.

The next week, when Brady arrived, Andrew sat through meetings with him on Wednesday morning. Andrew confirmed Brady's room number and called Lisa before lunch to let her know. Kelli Markum participated in the late morning meeting, but everything was strictly business. Shaw was very pleased with the extra orders, and endorsed Andrew's entertainment plan. Andrew went to lunch with Brady and told him that they would take a break in the afternoon so he could go back to the hotel and relax. At first, Brady objected, saying he wouldn't need the break. Andrew insisted, saying there would be a surprise for him knocking on his door a little after three. This intrigued Brady, and he agreed.

The meetings continued in the afternoon until 2:30. Then Andrew sent Brady back to the hotel. A little after 3:00 pm, about the time Lisa was knocking on the door to Brady's room, Andrew stopped at the cafeteria for coffee. Kelli was there. They took their coffee over to a table where they were afforded some privacy. Kelli spoke first, "I'm proud of you for sending Lisa. She'll do a great job." Andrew noticed that she didn't ask why he didn't choose her.

"Thanks, I think so."

"She's very impressed with you, as I knew she would be."

"Do you girls talk about everything?"

Kelli giggled. "Yes. Does that bother you?"

"Only when you're talking about me and building expectations, especially ones I might not be able to fulfill."

"Oh, you've done fine, so far, as three of us will testify." She sipped her coffee. "What are your plans for Ron Griffith?"

Kelli's question caught him a little off guard. Before thinking, the blurted out, "Well, I've been talking to Karen about helping with that. She's thinking about it. I think she might." As soon as Andrew realized what he had done, he regretted the slip. Then another thought gripped Andrew. Did Kelli want the assignment he had given to Lisa? "Kelli, did you want the Brady job?"

Kelli giggled. "Of course, but you made a great choice. Plus, this gives me the opportunity to be with you instead."

Andrew choked on his coffee. "Y-you mean ...."

Kelli laughed. "I love it when you reveal your innocence." She leaned closer to him. "You have no clue about how good a lover you are and about how we feel about you. Come over to my house this afternoon in an hour and I'll explain things to you. While you're there you can get a report from Lisa and pay her." Kelli drained her coffee, stood up, and left. "See you soon."

Andrew went back to his offices, checked on messages, and prepared to leave early. Shaw confirmed that he should take the afternoon off and mentioned that Kelli had the compensation for Lisa.

On the way to Kelli's house, Andrew called Karen, reminding her that a client was in town. That meant that he'd be getting home later than usual. Karen confirmed that she would pick up the kids. Andrew arrived at Kelli's a few minutes after four. Kelli greeted him at the door, pulled him inside and planted a passionate kiss on him. When they broke off the kiss, Andrew noticed that Kelli had already gotten casual after getting home early from work. She was wearing a loose fitting pull-over blouse and a silky skirt that fell to just above the knees. She was barefoot.

Kelli's eyes sparkled. She held Andrew's hand and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want a snack? A piece of pie? Something to drink? Or would you prefer to ravish my body without delay?"

Andrew chuckled. He reached down with his free hand to Kelli's knee and started a journey up her thigh to the valley at the pinnacle of her legs. He encountered only bare flesh all the way up and a smooth shaven pussy. "Naughty, naughty," Andrew said.

"I didn't want you to miss out while Lisa is getting fucked, probably right now."

"Then let's go to the bedroom. I can snack on you there."

"Sounds delicious," Kelli said, leading him down the hallway. They made it to the bedroom and shed their clothes. They teamed up to turn down the covers on the bed, then met in the middle, hands exploring body parts while tongues collided in a passionate lip-lock. Their foreplay continued through reciprocal oral stimulation punctuated with gasps, shrieks, and moans predominate in lovemaking settings. Andrew successfully incited Kelli to several orgasms before initiating copulation. That activity produced a climatic eruption from Andrew and an additional orgasm within Kelli. When they had satisfied each other, they fell together in the center of the bed enjoyed a cuddling embrace.

"That was wonderful," Kelli told him as they cuddled.

"I think so, too," Andrew replied. "We've got to do more of this."

"Now that is a great idea," Kelli replied. "One of the best you've had. Why has it taken you so long?"

"What'dya mean?" Andrew was a little confused.

"I mean, you could have had me months ago, when Shaw first told you about the entertainment team. Yet, you took several months, and I had to set things up. All the other girls on the team are wondering why you're taking so long to get to them."

"What? What d'ya mean by that?" Now Andrew was really confused.

"I mean, everyone expected you to contact them. They're disappointed that you're not using them for business. They're wondering what's wrong with them that you don't want to get together with them. They assume that is why you're not sending business their way."

Andrew thought about that for a minute, then told Kelli, "I'm sorry I didn't send business your way."

"Don't worry about it. Lisa needed it. I have several regulars. You know that there are sixteen regional account managers reporting to James Shaw. He's pretty good at selecting accounts from those sixteen to receive entertainment. Most of the team is good for once a month and occasionally twice."

"But I'm one of the sixteen. Has he been selecting entertainment for my accounts?"

"Not since you took over, except when an account made a request. You've been doing pretty well without that help and they didn't want to mess with you. Besides, you have the big account. And all your small accounts are running ahead of plan. Smaller accounts don't usually rate Entertainment Team services."

"So, they waited to bring me in the loop before entertaining my accounts." Andrew didn't know whether or not to be miffed.

"I don't think they thought of it that way. With all the other accounts, Shaw and the other executives make the decision. The individual account managers are kept in the dark. The unusual thing here is that you've been added to that committee. That's what tells me that you are destined for more with this company, and probably very soon."

Andrew thought about what Kelli told him, but didn't want to share the information he picked up from Chesterfield. In reality, he didn't know much more than Kelli did, only confirmation that something was happening. While he was thinking of a response, the doorbell rang. Kelli jumped out of bed and grabbed a housecoat. "Do you want me to get dressed?" Andrew asked.

"No, just stay there. I'll take care of this." She hurried out of the room, leaving Andrew naked on the bed. He drew a sheet up over his lower body and lay there, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought.

After a few moments Andrew detected movement in the room. He sat up in the bed, expecting Kelli to join him. He was surprised to see Lisa, dressed fit to kill in a slinky dress that clung to her every curve. Makeup tastefully applied accentuated her eyes. She wore high-heeled spiked shoes that highlighted her already incredible legs and aided a posture that promoted her posterior to a position of prominence. Her breasts strained at the dress and nipples protruded through the cloth, indicating the absence of a bra. She was a vision that exuded sex appeal.

"W-what are you doing here?" Andrew felt awkward lying there naked in Kelli's bed facing another lover, Lisa, who he had dispatched on an assignment to provide sex to a client.

"I've come to report on your assignment. That's what you wanted, isn't it, to hear about the encounter you set up? Then to reclaim your prize?" Lisa teased him as she turned and posed, giving him a series of tantalizing views.

Andrew admitted to himself that he wanted to hear about the encounter from Lisa, but he couldn't bring himself to confirm that to her. Instead, he crawled over to the edge of the bed, revealing his nakedness. "Come here, let me undress you and reclaim you. Then you can tell me all about it," he said.

Lisa smiled and moved to the edge of the bed where he could peel the straps of her dress down her arms, an action that allowed the dress to catch on her firm breasts. She turned around so he could unzip the dress. When he did so, the garment collapsed in a heap around her ankles, revealing tiny, sexy panties straight from the pages of Victoria's Secrets. Andrew leaned forward and nuzzled the crotch of those panties, encountering dampness there that suggested both a recent sexual encounter and readiness for another. Lisa enjoyed his touch as his hands roamed her back and her buttocks, halfway down the backs of her thighs, then back up, squeezing her firm rear end. She moaned her approval.

Andrew tugged at her flimsy panties and got them down around her knees before he started playing with her moist treasure box. He noticed semen stains on the inside of her panties. Lisa flopped on the bed beside him and kicked her panties away. She kept her high heels on. She reached for and seized his emerging erection, shifting her body so she could kiss it. She kissed his balls, and ran her tongue up and down the length of his member, while he shifted so he could submerge his face in her pussy. It wasn't long before Lisa was squirming and squealing. Andrew continued concentrating on her velvet soft vulva, routinely and regularly grazing her clitoris with his tongue. Soon that rhythmic encounter built up an inferno deep within Lisa. When she exploded, her hands and legs clasped his head while her wails signaled her tingling climax.

As her enjoyment crested Lisa returned to sucking Andrew's member with gusto. When she sensed he was near, she said, "Fuck me, lover. Fuck me now. Take me back. I'm yours." Andrew accommodated her request, aiming his missile at her recently fucked passage and launching himself inside her. That action produced more moans and groans from Lisa as she animated her lower torso to fuck back at him. She was already sensitive, so it was not surprising that the steady fucking created a new torrent of pleasure within her. She wiggled and squirmed beneath him as his pounding pike nailed her to the bed, to her great delight. After her second or maybe third orgasm subsided, she was gratified to feel Andrew stiffen as he gasped and spewed his seed inside her.

The frenzied activity drained Andrew and he gently eased his body down upon Lisa so that her firm breasts pressed into his chest. He lowered his face to hers and engaged her in a tender kiss. She wrapped her legs about him, locking her spiked-shoes behind him in an attempt to hold him embedded in her for as long as possible. Her arms encircled his shoulders in a loving embrace. He surged into her briefly, sending pleasing aftershocks through her abdomen. She dug her nails into his back and squealed in reaction.

When Andrew's shrinking member finally vacated her tunnel, they disentangled themselves from each other. Andrew rolled off of her and onto his back beside her. Lisa snuggled in the crook of his arm. "You are the best," she told him. She lightly scraped her fingernails across his chest. "Would you like to hear about my encounter with Mark Brady?" Andrew indicated that he would like that. Lisa launched into a description, "Well, I showed up a few minutes after 3:00. He let me in and seemed surprised to see me. I told him I was the surprise that you had promised. He was a little awkward at first, but warmed to the idea quickly. Soon he was kissing me and pawing my breasts. I helped him out of his clothes and he returned the favor. I sucked his cock and he came early. He apologized for cumming so soon, but I assured him that he was okay, that we could continue. He asked me about the wedding ring I was wearing. I told him that I was married, but that I needed the money, so did this to help out the family. He wanted to know if my husband knew, and I told him no, that I was sneaking around on him. That seemed to arouse Mark, so I sucked on his cock some more until he was firm enough to penetrate me. Then he crawled on top and started fucking me. He plunged in and out of me for several minutes, but was getting nowhere. We shifted positions, with me on top for a while, then he fucked me doggy style from behind. I didn't know if he was going to be able to get it off again. Of course he was doing little for me, but that was fine. I enjoyed the fucking. Finally, I sucked him some more and he remounted me. That's when he got his rocks off a second time. I knew that he wouldn't be able to go a third time, but I stayed with him for a while. To his credit, he played with my breasts, my ass, and my pussy. After just over an hour, I told him I had to go so my husband wouldn't get suspicious. I went into the bathroom and cleaned some of his excess cum from my slot, then came back into the room, kissed his cock, got dressed and left. I drove straight here to see you."

"Wow, that's a pretty complete report," Andrew concluded. "Do you give a report like that every time?"

"No, usually I don't see the committee member who sends me out. I depend on the client to report back. I've never heard of any complaints."

"Then why are you reporting to me?" Andrew asked. Kelli returned to the room as he asked the question.

"You wanted to know," Lisa replied. "Besides, I wanted to make love with you again. I don't do that with the other committee members unless they initiate the encounter and pay the employee rate."

"I'm not sure I understand," Andrew retorted. He became aware of Kelli's presence as she tossed aside her robe and joined the pair on the bed.

Lisa brushed aside a lock of Andrew's hair. "You sweet man," she blurted out. "I don't know if I can speak for everyone, but my experience is that the clients we service are the focus. They usually don't satisfy me, and they're not supposed to, I know that. I enjoy the sex with them, because I enjoy sex, even when it's not gloriously satisfying. The times I've been with the other committee members have been remarkably similar to being with a client. They are sampling the service or satisfying themselves, or both. Again, sex with them is fun, not necessarily fulfilling. That's where John comes in. He and I have a great-to-good sex life. Usually he takes the time to get me off, and that is very satisfying to me. It's a big help when he satisfies me after a client has started my motor running, but he doesn't always do that. I know that you and I have only been together a couple of times now, but every time you've taken care of me ... spectacularly. You've taken my appreciation of sex to a new level. That's why I was so eager to come here today and give you another chance to prove what Jan and Kelli told me and to confirm what I've experienced."

"I agree with Lisa," Kelli added as she settled between them. "But at least she has a husband to help take the edge off after entertaining a client. I'm single, and I don't have anyone. That's why you are so special to me." Kelli ran a hand up between Lisa's thighs, and used the other one to play with Andrew's soft member.

Andrew didn't know what to say, so he just kissed Lisa and enjoyed Kelli's activity. The trio played for a while, and then Lisa announced that she had to leave. She climbed out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to clean herself and get ready to go home to her husband. Kelli took advantage of Lisa's absence and sucked Andrew back to an erection.

When Lisa emerged, she retrieved a duffel bag and selected a change of clothes, jeans, a blouse, bra, and panties. While the panties were sexy, they were not Victoria's Secret caliber. She tossed the dress, the sexy panties, and the spiked shoes into the bag. She slipped on sandals. When she finished dressing, Kelli got out of the bed. She turned to Andrew, "I've got to go give Lisa her payment. You wanta come?"

"Sure," Andrew said, crawling out of bed with a hard-on. He followed the two girls down the hall and into the den where Kelli retrieved an envelope and gave it to Lisa. Lisa declined to count it. She tucked the envelope into her duffel bag, kissed Andrew, kissed his cock, and kissed Kelli. Then she took off.

Kelli led Andrew back to the bedroom, where they fucked one more time before showering so Andrew could go home clean. Andrew made it home only about a half-hour later than usual.

Lisa made it home in time to be greeted by her husband and children. She fixed supper while John and the kids watched television. Later, after the kids were asleep, John initiated sex with her, successfully bringing her to a climax and giving her a hat trick of lovers within an eight hour period.

Stacy Allison

The next morning, Andrew had meetings and presentations that included Mark Brady. About mid-morning, they took a break and went down to the cafeteria for coffee. Mark walked with Andrew. He looked around to see how close others were before he said, "Andrew, your surprise was perfect. What a fox, and what a woman! How can I ever thank you?"

Andrew smiled, "Well, more business would be nice."

"As a matter of fact, I've been on the phone already this morning. We're cutting another purchase order for similar product and for more of our regular stuff. Not as much as the order I brought with me, of course, but still a pretty good sized order for us."

"That's terrific news, Mark. Thanks. We appreciate your business."

"And I appreciate your surprise. Can I do that again when I come back in a couple of months?"

They arrived at the coffee station. "I'm sure I can arrange something for you," Andrew replied. "Just keep those orders coming."

After lunch, Andrew arranged for Mark to be taken to the airport. As soon as he got back to his office, Andrew saw two new orders from Mark's company on his desk. They were almost, but not quite the size of the original order Mark had placed. ‘This entertainment team might actually work,' Andrew thought to himself. He took the orders out for processing, and looked around his office for a moment. Then he retrieved the company phone directory and looked up Stacy Allison's extension. ‘No sense in not pursuing all the resources available,' Andrew thought. When Stacy answered the phone, Andrew said, "Hello, Stacy. Andrew Mason here. Do you have a few minutes to talk?"

"Of course," Stacy replied.

"Would you like to talk over coffee in the cafeteria, or over the phone?"

"Coffee sounds nice," Stacy replied. "Ten minutes?"

"Great. See you then." Andrew hung up and notified Caroline, his Admin Assistant that he would be in the cafeteria. Andrew was already at the coffee bar when a stunning, statuesque blond strode purposefully toward him, swaying gracefully with each step. Andrew blinked. She was tall, almost as tall as he was, and she was a knockout. He felt certain he had never seen her before because he was positive that he would remember. She is unforgettable.

Stacy walked straight to him, an enigmatic smile on her face. "Hello, Andrew Mason. I'm Stacy Allison. And I've heard so very much about you."

Andrew was no longer surprised by the revelation that the team talked. He just reminded himself not to get too heady about all this feminine attention. They got their coffee and headed to a distant table away from others scattered about the Overlook area. "Forgive me for taking so long to contact you," Andrew said. "This has been a rather unexpected development."

"So I understand," Stacy said. "I was wondering if you'd ever call, but Kelli assured me that you would."

"If I'd known how drop-dead gorgeous you are, I would have called a lot sooner," Andrew responded.

Stacy laughed, "Ah, what a smooth talker you are. That's a great pick up line. Do you use it often?'

"First time," Andrew grinned.

"I'll bet. So, when are we going to have our first time?" Stacy sipped her coffee and looked intently at Andrew.

"That's what we're here to discuss, isn't it? The question is ‘where?'" Andrew stared back at Stacy, mesmerized by her beautiful face, and enthralled by her enchanting eyes. While reveling in her beauty, Andrew became aware of someone approaching their table. He glanced up and saw Oscar Chesterfield moving their way.

Now that was a surprise. During his four plus years with the company, Andrew had seen Chesterfield in the cafeteria maybe three times. "Hello, Andrew, good to see you," Chesterfield said on arrival. He turned to Stacy. "Hello ... it's Ms. Allison, isn't it?"

"Yes," Stacy said, smiling back at him.

Chesterfield turned from her with a nod and addressed Andrew. "Congratulations on some nice orders. They've come at an especially important time." Andrew acknowledged his praise with a nod and a ‘thanks.' Chesterfield reached into his coat pocket and extracted a small envelope with a note and what looked like a pass key card in it. "I'm not sure if we've ever mentioned this to you, but we have a place downtown." He named an exclusive high-rise complex, part of a downtown hotel. "We use it occasionally to get away and relax. You've earned a visit. Try it out for lunch. You'll enjoy." He handed the envelope to Andrew who looked dumbfounded, but had the presence of mind to say thanks. "Well, you two kids have fun. " He nodded at Stacy, patted Andrew on the shoulder, and walked off.

Stacy smiled her enchanting smile at Andrew. "Well, I guess that answers the ‘where' question. Now all we need to decide is when."

Andrew looked at her with a flabbergasted expression on his face. It was all she could do to keep from bursting out laughing. "You know where this is?" Andrew managed to ask.

Stacy nodded, amused.

"You've been there before?"

Again, Stacy nodded. "With him," she added, sipping her coffee.

Andrew looked stunned. "With Chesterfield?"

"Of course. Also with several other members of the entertainment committee."

Dumbfounded, Andrew asked inanely, "All together?"

"Well, yes. On one occasion two of us from the entertainment team met with four of the committee members to celebrate some achievement. But usually I'm there with only one at a time." Stacy sat down her cup and leaned forward toward Andrew. "Does that shock you? Disappoint you?"

Andrew shook his head. "No, surprise me maybe, but not shock or disappoint. So, I guess we're on for lunch tomorrow. Can you get away?"

Stacy nodded. "Yes, but we'll need to meet in the lobby or someplace and go in together. It's the penthouse and the elevators won't go there without the pass key he gave you."

"Why don't we just meet in the parking lot and go in one car?"

"Sounds like a winner to me." Stacy finished her coffee. "I need to get back. I'm on the clock, you know." She smiled and stood.

Andrew stood. "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice."

"Anytime," Stacy said, then turned and walked off.

Andrew watched her gentle sway as she moved away. ‘Now that's pure poetry in motion,' he thought as he admired her retreat from him.

Andrew finished his coffee. He cleaned the table, taking the trash over toward a nearby receptacle. After dumping the trash, Andrew worked his way among the tables intending to leave the cafeteria area for the elevators. A voice called out from a nearby table, "Mr. Mason. Andrew Mason."

Andrew turned toward the table. One of the three men at the table stood and walked toward him. Andrew was puzzled, but waited on him. He held out his hand. "Mr. Mason, I'm Eric Maxwell. I know that you are one of the key players in our company's resurgence. A lot of people are watching you and admiring your success."

"Well, thanks," Andrew responded with a smile and a handshake. It was reassuring to learn that his reputation was spreading.

"Forgive me if I'm being too bold," Eric continued, "but your success is too important right now for me to be silent."

Andrew was puzzled. "Silent?" he queried. "Silent about what?"

"I'm glad you asked," Eric responded. "Again, forgive me if I'm butting into something that's none of my business, but ..."

"Go ahead," Andrew encouraged him. "You have something to tell me."

"Yes, well ... yes, I do. Again, it may be none of my business, but you need to know about Stacy Allison."

"What about her?"

"Well, I noticed that you were having coffee with her and that Mr. Chesterfield came to your table."

"That's right," Andrew responded, his confusion mounting.

"Well, first, Mr. Chesterfield almost never comes to the cafeteria."

"Oh?" Andrew grew very curious now. Where was this leading?

"Yeah," Eric continued. "And you were there with Stacy Allison."

"So?"

"So, you should know that Stacy Allison is Oscar Chesterfield's mistress."

Andrew blinked, hesitated, and then allowed a smile of understanding crease his face. "Ah, I see," he said. "You are worried that Chesterfield might be upset with me having coffee with Stacy."

Eric nodded.

Andrew placed a hand on Eric's shoulder. "Thanks for your concern, Eric. I don't think that Mr. Chesterfield has any worry about competition from me. We were discussing a client and a meeting that we might need to collaborate on to determine how best to meet the client's need. Stacy works in customer service and can provide some insight into the account. Mr. Chesterfield stopped by and congratulated me on a sale." Andrew paused to allow Eric to grasp all this information. "I really appreciate you wanting to protect me, Eric. I won't forget that. What department do you work in?"

"I'm currently assigned to Customer Service, in preparation for a position in sales, I hope," Eric replied.

"Well, thanks again for your help, Eric. Good luck." Andrew shook hands with him and headed for his office, pondering the revelation that Stacy Allison and Oscar Chesterfield were an item. He wondered how many employees felt they were in the loop on that relationship.

The next day Andrew arrived at work early. He processed some new orders that arrived and began making arrangements for a visit from yet another small customer, coming the following week. He worked straight through to 11:30 when his phone rang. He answered it.

"Hello, Andrew. This is Stacy. What time do you want to leave?"

Andrew glanced at his watch, surprised that it was so late in the morning. "Now's a good time. Can you get away?"

"Yes, and I have the afternoon off." Stacy replied.

"Okay, I'll meet you just inside the doors to the parking garage in ten minutes," Andrew suggested.

"Great, see you there."

Twelve minutes later Andrew approached the doorway to the parking area and spotted Stacy sitting on a nearby bench in the hallway, pretending to read a magazine. When she saw him, she got up and headed for the door. Just outside the door, without looking at each other, Stacy asked, "Do you want me to take my car? It would save you bringing me back here to pick it up."

"No. Ride with me. I won't mind bringing you back."

"Okay, you lead. I will follow," Stacy suggested.

Andrew walked in the direction of his car. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to him. As he approached the vehicle, he hit the remote access button to unlock the doors. He got in. Twenty seconds later, Stacy opened the passenger door and got in. Andrew started the car and activated the nav-system, keying in the destination address. They pulled out of the parking lot and headed downtown.

On the way, Stacy asked about Karen and the children. Andrew told her a little about them, citing where Karen worked and what she did. He told her how far along each of the kids were in school. Andrew asked about her family. She told him about her one son, ten years old. Andrew detected a bit of pride in her voice as she described her child. She didn't volunteer much about her husband, Jack, other than to say that he built houses. Stacy turned the topic back to about Andrew, asking him about different things at work. She seemed to know a lot about his customers, and his department. The GPS announced that they were approaching their destination.

"Go a little beyond the building and turn into the garage," Stacy said. "The key card will let you park for free." Andrew followed her instructions. Soon they parked the car. Andrew got out and started around to help Stacy, but she got out on her own, showing a little leg in the process. For the first time, Andrew noticed what she was wearing today - a slinky knee-length dress that swayed when she walked and clung to every curve on her body. She was in heels that raised her height to almost equal to his own. She presented a picture of beauty, elegance, charm, and grace as she walked beside Andrew into the basement lobby. Andrew grew acutely aware that heads were turning to admire her incredible good looks. He stood a little taller, feeling proud that she was with him.

They entered the elevator. Stacy reminded him that he needed to run the pass key through the reader to get to the penthouse floor. Andrew did so, and the elevator took off for the skies. The elevator doors opened to a small vestibule leading to the corridor. Stacy took his hand and led him to the large double doors at one end of the hallway where they encountered the penthouse suite entrance. Andrew produced the pass key which provided access to the suite.

Inside, Andrew was awestruck at the luxury displayed. He had never seen anything quite this lavish in person before. Three steps into the suite presented Andrew with a magnificent northern view through floor-to-ceiling windows and on to the horizon. A baby grand piano stood in front of the windows. Looking to his right, Andrew saw an elegant living and dining area with a breakfast nook over by the eastern facing windows. The kitchen was barely visible, nestled into the wall opposite the windows. When Andrew looked in the other direction, he noticed a wide corridor leading to the west side. The corridor had a great view north and west. Comfortable chairs were positioned under lighting all along the section, providing reading stations and conveniences for wireless workstation functions.

Stacy led Andrew toward the western wing. An internal hallway headed southward, down the west wing. Stacy pointed out an exercise room on the right and an entertainment center room with a big screen TV and surround sound on the left. The master bedroom suite was next to the exercise room. Although Andrew noticed the king sized bed, the spectacular western view through the floor to ceiling windows captured his attention. Andrew's open-mouth wonder amused Stacy, and she dutifully guided him down the hallway, pointing out two bedrooms on the left and a library - reading room beyond the master bedroom. They entered the library where Stacy invited Andrew to make himself comfortable while she poured him a drink. He selected a non-alcoholic soft drink which amused Stacy somewhat. He protested that he would be driving and heading home to his family afterward and didn't want to be impaired. Stacy thought that was cute.

Andrew settled into an overstuffed chair and Stacy sat on the matching couch nearest the chair. She kicked off her heels and curled her legs underneath her. "So, tell me about this place," Andrew began.

Stacy sipped her drink and set it down on a coaster on the end table. "It's a company owned hideaway. I think it was originally purchased for Charles Graystone, founder of the company. He's pretty much retired now and hasn't been around for years. He's got to be in his late 80's. Only the executive team has access to this place."

"Hmm," Andrew replied. "And you've been here often?"

"I've been here, shall we say, regularly. "

"With Chesterfield?" Andrew probed, seeking information.

"Usually, but not with him exclusively." Stacy didn't want to disclose too much without Andrew asking specific questions. She wanted to see how he handled the situation and determine what he might do with the knowledge.

"I see," Andrew replied. "And why do you suppose Chesterfield sent us here?"

Stacy almost choked on her drink. She gave him an incredulous look. Was he really that naïve? Finally she recovered her wits enough to answer, "Well, you have been sampling the entertainment team."

"Yes, but this location isn't necessary for that; convenient, perhaps, but not necessary. You said that only the executive team has access to this place."

Stacy nodded. "Well, perhaps you're not aware, but you are undoubtedly destined for the executive team."

Andrew pondered her statement. "You know, I've had others suggest that, but no one from management - from the executive team - has said anything to me."

"You may not think so, but the fact that they've included you on the entertainment committee and given you access to this suite should tell you something." Stacy shook her head in wonderment about his apparent unawareness of his impact.

Andrew watched the beauty on the couch, fascinated by her dancing eyes and dimpled, but inscrutable smile. He allowed a moment of silence to pass while he formulated a transition topic. "So, tell me about yourself. How did you get involved with the entertainment team?"

Stacy sipped her drink, thinking ‘At last he's getting around to the business at hand.' She wrinkled her nose and creased her lips with an enchanting smile. "Several years ago, my husband, Jack, went through a long time without work. We ran out of money and had bills pressing on us. My son had started school and that seemed to cost more money than we expected. I asked for a raise at work, but was turned down. I appealed to Bill Peterson, Vice President of Customer Service. He explained that there was a wage freeze at the time and he couldn't make an exception. After explaining to him how desperate my situation was, he told me of the entertainment team they were putting together. Once he explained the financial model, it seemed like a no-brainer to me. My husband, Jack, is more than adequate in bed, but his interest had waned at that stage of our marriage. I certainly enjoyed sex, and this seemed like an opportunity to discover what I had missed by marrying him so young."

"Jack works in construction, right?"

"Yes. He was an athlete in high school. He played quarterback as a junior, but injured his shoulder and couldn't throw the ball as far or as accurately. He switched to linebacker, put on about 40 pounds and got injured in the middle of his senior season. He tore a ligament in his knee. After that, scholarship offers went away and he didn't have the grades to get into college without football. We married after graduation. He still seemed like a catch. All the girls thought he was fine. One of the coaches helped him get an apprentice construction job - he was still pretty strong. It didn't pay much at the beginning, and I couldn't afford to go to college full time. So I went evenings while he learned to drink with his buddies. He put on more weight and quit working out. In the middle of all that, I turned up pregnant and neither of us had insurance. His folks helped out some, as did mine, but we owed a lot of money when Danny was born. I quit school and found this job before Danny turned one. Jack can make decent money when he works, but construction has been hit or miss, especially for the past five or six years. So, when Peterson explained how I could make some extra money, it seemed like a great idea to me."

Andrew nodded to indicate his understanding. "And how did you get involved with Chesterfield?"

"Well, as you know, the entertainment committee gets to test a team member's skills and abilities one time. Oscar took his turn with me and we both liked what happened. After a few weeks, he wanted another session with me. I was following protocol and asked him what fee he intended to pay. He brought me here and counter offered. As a result I got a pay increase of $2,000 per month and he got usage of my services about once a month. I became the highest paid employee at my level in the company. That has helped stabilize our finances, and Jack doesn't know about the bonus I get for entertaining an account."

"I see," Andrew said. "You are aware that some people within the company think you are Chesterfield's mistress."

"Yes, but in a way I am his mistress," Stacy replied. "I kind of like that reputation. Certain people just don't mess with me. I try not to take advantage, but simply enjoy a level of protection."

"That makes sense," Andrew responded. He paused, "And now here we are, you and I. You don't have to feel obligated to do this with me if you don't want to."

Stacy raised her eyebrows in total surprise. Most men she'd encountered wanted to do anything to get into her panties. And now this promising young executive was giving her a chance to decline. This was certainly unexpected. "B-but, I do want to," she stammered. "You don't find me attractive?" Stacy felt a little insecure about Andrew now. What if he didn't want her on the team? She already knew that Chesterfield was planning to promote him. She needed this to continue. She depended on the income.

Andrew focused intently on the beauty and was pleased to notice her confusion and insecurity. That vulnerability was an encouraging sign for Andrew. He didn't want anyone to feel coerced into participation and this was part of the personal interview process evolving as these encounters developed. Andrew gave her his most charming smile. "I do find you attractive, very much so. You are drop-dead gorgeous and very desirable. I just don't want you to feel obligated to do something. So, if you don't want to, you don't have to." He reached out his hand toward her.

Stacy felt a sense of relief surge through her. She extended her hand to grip the one Andrew offered. Their touch was tender and each felt a spark surge through them at the contact. "I want to do this," she said looking at him through dazzling eyes. "I want to do this very much." She squeezed his hand. He rubbed his fingers over the ring on her left hand and moved next to her on the couch. Stacy leaned forward to meet him. Her dress parted slightly at the top, revealing alluring cleavage. Stacy was pleased when Andrew's eyes left hers to gaze at the twin peaks hidden among the folds of cloth. That simple transaction signaled a return of her confidence. They moved together, embracing in a tender kiss. Stacy guided the hand she held to her breast and covered his hand as he cupped her firm mound. Their tongues probed and fenced.

When they broke off the kiss, Stacy stood before Andrew. She reached behind her back and unzipped the dress. The garment slipped off of one shoulder, revealing a black lacey bra. She shrugged her shoulders, allowing the dress to glide down her arms and bunch at her slender waist where it flared into her hips. Andrew's eyes drank in her elegant figure. He began unfastening his shirt. Stacy's eyes sparkled and a gleaming smile lit her face. "You like?" she spread her arms to solicit an evaluation of her marvelous body.

"I like very much," Andrew responded as he tossed aside his shirt. Stacy reached out and helped him peel his t-shirt off, revealing his buff chest. While Stacy discarded his t-shirt, Andrew gave her slinky dress a tug which permitted it to drop to her ankles. She kicked it aside and stood there with her hands on her hips and legs spread slightly, clad only in her decorative bra, skimpy black panties, and a pair of nylons. She turned and twisted, giving him a 360 degree view. "Nice," Andrew said appreciatively.

Stacy bent over at from her waist to unfasten Andrew's belt. She tested the bulge that tented his pants to verify his state of arousal. The firmness she encountered revealed a level of excitement that pleased her greatly. She worked at the task of loosening Andrew's belt and unzipping his pants, smiling at her paramour. Andrew grinned back and reached out to tease her tits. While enjoying Andrew's attention to her breasts, Stacy managed to extract Andrew's firm erection from his pants. "Nice," she said, echoing Andrew's compliment. Stacy raised herself up, towering over Andrew. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, tossing it aside.

"Spectacular," Andrew gushed as he admired her firm, pert breasts. Those magnificent mounds tapered to a slender waist. Andrew observed her dark areolas and noticed her hardened nipples protruded like erasers on a pencil. He pushed his pants down below his knees and kicked away his shoes. Stacy helped him by pulling off his pants. That gave Andrew the opportunity to caress her sensational orbs, teasing and tweaking her nipples.

"O-o-ooh," Stacy moaned softly her enjoyment of the attention her breasts were getting. She moved closer, preparing to mount him. She still had her panties on, but figured she would just move them aside to take his cock.

Instead, Andrew upset her balance. Grasping her about her tiny waist, he guided her to fall back on the couch. "Let's take these off," Andrew said as he grabbed her panties and pulled them over her hips. She raised her legs vertically into the air, allowing him to slip the flimsy undergarment off her body. "Leave the stockings and shoes," Andrew said as he gripped a lanky leg with each hand.

Stacy assumed he was going to mount her then and there, but to her surprise and delight, he kneeled beside the couch and parted her legs slightly - enough to kiss the inside of her thighs near her knees. The sensation of his caress through the stockings excited her tremendously. Ever so slowly, his lips moved along her thigh toward her treasure.

Andrew noted that her pussy was completely bald. The folds of her labia peeked from the tantalizing, inviting gash. He moved closer and closer to the prize. Finally his lips left the stocking and encountered bare flesh several inches from her smoldering sex.

Stacy loved the attention. Her anticipation grew as his tantalizingly slow journey neared her hot box. She loved to be eaten, but so few of her lovers gave that task much attention, and her husband did it rarely. She moaned softly and hunched her lower torso toward the face nestling between her legs. Andrew paused as he arrived at the apex of her legs. There he encountered the fragrance of her sex. Stacy parted her legs, spreading them wider to give him better access. Andrew teased her crack with his tongue, briefly brushing her clitoris before thrusting his tongue into her honey pot while simultaneously nuzzling her clit with his nose.

Stacy went wild at the dual stimulation that produced a sensational electric charge throughout her lower body. She gasped and howled as she reached down and clasped his head tightly to her torrid tinderbox. Andrew savored the aroma he encountered. It was sweet and tasty. He realized that she must have anointed her pussy with an aromatic ointment. The effect on him was intoxicating. He wanted more of that moist morsel. He slurped and slobbered all over her with exuberant enthusiasm. His original intent was to only tease her sex before kissing her other leg, but he fell into her mantrap and was immersed in enjoying her velvety pussy.

Andrew was so absorbed with her incredible flavor and aroma that he embarked on a tour from one end of her valley to the other. His nose burrowed that crevice until it reached Stacy's sinkhole. At that position, Andrew was poised to rim her anus. He did so with gusto. Stacy gasped and screamed at the sensation as her hot and primed body seethed with anticipation of a coming explosion.

He brought a hand up to just beneath his chin and lubricated several fingers with the mixture of her flowing juices and his saliva. He thrust those digits into her manhole before dropping down to invade her backdoor. That action detonated the fuse in her body. She screamed and enjoyed a sensational and totally unexpected orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his neck and pounded her spiked heels into his back, gasping, screaming, and thrashing back and forth all the while. Her legs clasped tightly around his ears and her bottom literally hopped up and down on the couch as wave after wave of pleasure permeated her body. Even her tits were tingling. Finally she was too tender and sensitive to allow his face to remain between her legs. She unlocked her legs from behind his neck and pushed him away, gasping and twitching, totally discarding any semblance of control.

Once she released him from his confinement between her legs, Andrew sat on the floor beside the couch and marveled as he watched her rub her fiery pussy as she attempted to prolong her orgasm. Stacy continued crying out "Oh, oh, oh," as she bounced her bottom on the couch. "H-hurry, oh, gawd, hurry and fuck me," she demanded, reaching out toward Andrew.

"In a moment," Andrew responded, scrambling to his knees. He wanted to intensify her explosion if he could. He grasped one leg and rolled her over so she was face down on the couch. Instinctively, she elevated her bottom, anticipating that he would invade her from the rear, doggy style. She placed one of her feet on the floor to stabilize herself and prepare for his onslaught. Instead of aligning and penetrating her, Andrew returned his face to the extended valley that separated her buttocks cheeks. His tongue once again probed her puckered outlet while one hand reached between her legs to flick her clit and rub her sensitive valley. Andrew's other hand journeyed up her torso and conquered a breast by tormenting a tender tit.

The sensation of hands and tongue everywhere provoked another eruption in Stacy's body. Pleasure flooded her torso, curled her toes, and generated fireworks in her brain. She loosed a prolonged scream as she shook from the flood of oscillating tremors permeating her body. She quivered as she begged, "Oh, oh, ga... oh, please, oh, oh, please fuck me! Fuck me now. P-please, oh please hurry."

Although Andrew was astonished at the intensity of her orgasm, he moved into position behind her and aligned his erection, pointing that one-eyed monster at the opening to Stacy's love canal. He leaned into her, penetrating her slightly with only his globular head.

"Yes-s-s-s," Stacy hissed. "Harder, fuck me harder. Now!" she demanded. She leaned back into him, absorbing several inches in the process. "Ah-h-h-h," she cooed, sucking in air as Andrew rocked back and forth, in and out, still nowhere near full penetration. "More, yes, harder," Stacy begged.

Andrew responded by slamming into her, slapping his firm abdomen into Stacy's ass-cheeks while invading her deeply. She gasped, groaned, and sucked in air. Andrew reached beneath her, seeking her pleasure button while simultaneously reaching out with his other hand to grasp a breast and tweak a nipple. He accomplished both tasks while thrusting completely inside her. This combination produced a spine-tingling, exhilarating reaction in Stacy. She screamed as her body once again erupted in an exciting, breathtaking climax. Her body rippled with orgasmic explosions, producing squeals, quivers, and quakes. She rocked back and forth, taking pleasure in the impalement drilling her that was producing continuous aftershocks.

"Ah-h-g-g, yes-s-s. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Don't stop fucking me," Stacy shrieked while moving in cadence with Andrew's rhythmic pounding. "Cum in me, baby," she panted. "Give it to me. I want you to cum in me." Andrew thrust deep inside her as he felt his balls swell in advance of launching his seed within her. He retreated and surged forward in an enthusiastic plunge knocking Stacy off balance as he erupted, shooting bullets of sperm within her.

She screamed and pitched forward as her body tingled from the energetic hammering she was enjoying. Her action broke off all tactile contact with Andrew. He kept shooting off, launching his creamy issue over her buttocks and down her stocking covered legs. Andrew collapsed against the back of the couch, his erection waggling after vacating Stacy's hot box. Stacy landed face down on the couch. Her body recoiled. She circumspectly rolled off the couch, taking care to avoid smearing Andrew's cum on the couch. Her body continued trembling with excitement. She scrambled to her knees and retrieved Andrew's cock. While he was still stiff, she swallowed it up, deep-throating him and slurping the excess cum from his manhood. She devoured him, working his cock and ensuring that it remained stiff.

Andrew sat there passively watching the beautiful woman wildly assail his manhood. Stacy's head bobbed up and down on his phallus. She cupped his balls with one hand and gripped his stalk at its base with the other. Her wedding band was visible to Andrew on the hand wrapped around his cock. She looked at him with beautiful wide eyes as his male mass packed her oral cavity. She slurped and sucked until her jaws ached. Then she straddled him and guided his stiff pole back into her love hole. Bouncing up and down on that love tool, Stacy gasped and cooed, murmuring her assent over and over. Her hair flounced about her shoulders and her glorious breasts jiggled in rhythm with each incursion. Andrew caressed those animated mammary organs. They continued their fucking for some time before Stacy's tight snatch extracted more love juice from Andrew's cylinder. The collapsed together in an exhausted heap and embraced tenderly.

As their breathing returned to normal, Stacy spoke softly. "That was wonderful," she said. "You certainly live up to your advanced billing."

Andrew continued to enjoy the sensation of her nearness, her head against his chest and her breasts firm against his abdomen. His dwindling erection had evacuated Stacy moments earlier as they snuggled. "Do all of you talk about me," Andrew asked? "Who is participating in this discussion? What is everyone saying, and why am I such a focus of conversation?"

Stacy lifted her head and looked into his eyes trying to get a reading on the question. Was he really that unaware, or was he just self-focused? She formulated her response carefully. "Well, the ‘who' is everyone on the entertainment team. Oh, plus Oscar Chesterfield, of course. The ‘why' is because everyone is curious about the newcomer who's likely to become their boss. We want to know all about you. Normally we don't talk about encounters between team members and committee members, but everyone knows that Oscar and I have an on-going relationship. We sometimes compare notes on clients because different team members will entertain a particular client from time to time. You have come up in the conversation because you made quite an impression on Kelli first, then Jan. When Lisa raved about you that was unusual, because she's not easily impressed, nor does she talk very much about her encounters. Now, I'm the fourth team member you've made an impression upon. You're good."

Andrew looked deeply into Stacy's eyes and detected no guile. "Why does everyone think I'm going to be the boss?"

Stacy smiled at him and touched his cheek. "Everyone on the entertainment team knows that you're the first non-executive to be included on the committee. The assumption is that it's just a matter of time before you're promoted to the executive level. At work, people have noticed how effective you are. Your methods have been put into practice in other accounts. You've been involved in more planning sessions for other accounts, haven't you?"

Andrew nodded.

"Besides, I make love with Chesterfield on occasion, so I learn things that the others don't know. And I know he's impressed with you and has plans for you."

"Hrump," Andrew replied. "He hasn't said anything to me. I wonder when he's planning to do that, if he really is."

Stacy shifted and slid from the couch to kneeling on the floor before Andrew. She lightly dragged her fingernails down his torso to his sticky and flaccid cock. "I'm hungry, are you?" she asked.

"Sure," Andrew responded.

Stacy leaned forward and kissed his cock, then scrambled to her feet. "I've got to grab a towel and wipe some of your cum off my body. " She headed for the hallway. Andrew got up off the couch and followed her. They left their clothes in the library except for the stockings that Stacy wore and Andrew's socks. Stacy had kicked her shoes away sometime during their lovemaking. Stacy retrieved a towel from the nearby bathroom and wiped the semen from her buttocks before dabbing some of the excess leaking from her vagina. She approached Andrew and cleaned some of the excess goo from his cock. She tossed the towel into the master bedroom on the way down the hall. Still nude, she led the way to the kitchen with Andrew following closely.

In the kitchen, Stacy raided the refrigerator, asking if sandwiches were okay. Andrew confirmed that would be satisfactory, and tried to pitch in and help while admiring her lithe, perfectly proportioned figure. They coordinated efforts as Stacy prepared lunch. Initially their conversation focused on lunch, where things were located. Andrew wanted to turn the conversation back to learning more about Stacy and what she knew. "You said your husband was an athlete and now he works in construction. How does he feel about your work here?"

Stacy licked a finger. "You mean does Jack know that I fuck around? Well, no he doesn't, at least I hope he doesn't." She paused, stacking tomato slices and lettuce on a plate. "Do you want to know about Jack?"

Andrew shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I'd like to know about him, what he thinks you do, and how he might react if he discovered your extra activities."

Stacy put a few more items on the counter. "I love Jack, but he's disappointed in how things turned out for him. He wanted to be the hero. Now I make more money than he does, and I think that embarrasses him. He's a good lover. He was more energetic before he put on extra weight. If you want a comparison, he's probably a little longer than you, but not as thick. He can ring my chimes, but what you did today was exceptional - one of the best I've ever experienced. Jack makes me happy sexually. He probably would not be happy if he found out about my sex life at work. I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure he's been active outside our marriage, probably with a variety of bar maids or pickups at various drinking holes. As far as what he thinks about what I do, he's pretty much clueless. He knows I'm in customer service, but hasn't an idea about what that means."

Andrew fixed a sandwich, keeping an eye on Stacy and her magnificent body. "So, what about Chesterfield?"

Stacy took a sip of the drink she had poured. "What about Chesterfield? Do you want to know what kind of lover he is? Well, he's older, but has a lot of experience. He can ring my chimes, too. He's patient, and caring. He just doesn't have the stamina that you younger guys have. Occasionally he uses Viagra, which prolongs his erections. Actually, he likes to cuddle a lot. He also likes me to suck his cock. He claims his wife doesn't do that very much." She took a bite from her sandwich and watched as her lover did the same. "Would you like to share me with him? Interested in maybe a little threesome action?"

Actually, Andrew hadn't been thinking about that at all. He was more interested in discovering anything else that Chesterfield might have told Stacy about his own future. But he was caught a little off guard by the suggestion. Of course he had always wanted to participate in a threesome with Karen, but that wasn't likely to materialize. So, he responded, "Sure, why not?" He didn't know exactly what to think. He munched on his sandwich.

"Okay," Stacy smiled as she chewed on her sandwich. Ten minutes later they were putting the dishes in the dishwasher and the food back in the refrigerator. That chore done, Stacy headed back toward the corridor to the library. Andrew admired her swaying body, jiggling buttocks and the perfect curvature of her magnificent breasts as he followed her. "Let's move to the master bedroom," Stacy said as she passed the door to that room. She directed Andrew to go in there.

Moments later, Stacy joined him in the bedroom. She had retrieved their clothes and her cell phone. "... Sure, we'll be here," was all the conversation that Andrew heard. Stacy closed her phone. "Let's pull back the covers and do it on the bed."

Andrew grinned. His phallus had already been responding to all his ogling of Stacy's magnificent body. She definitely was a show-stopper. He helped her pull back the sheets. Andrew crawled onto the bed and watched the beauty as she posed beside the bed. She stood between the bed and the window in profile with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. Andrew admired the vision. While he appreciated the view out the window, the spectacular woman standing beside the bed captivated his attention. His eyes traced her erect back, curving into a voluptuous buttocks. Her waist was so slender and her pert and perky breasts were firm and proud as she stood silhouetted against the view through the windows. Yes, Stacy Allison was truly breathtaking, standing nude beside the bed with her glorious profile outlined against the light from outside.

Stacy turned her head and looked at Andrew. She flashed a dazzling smile highlighted by sparkling eyes. "What are you thinking?" she queried.

Andrew propped his head on his fist and grinned back at her. "I'm thinking that you are the most gorgeous creature in the world and I'm wondering how I could be so lucky to be here with you."

Stacy giggled and gracefully crawled on the bed toward Andrew. "I like your thinking, and I'm feeling pretty lucky, too. How about it, sailor, can we get lucky together again?" Her face approached his.

"You can count on it," Andrew said, reaching out to pull her lips to his. Their kiss was warm and tender, but quickly grew passionate as their tongues touched. Andrew shifted, pulling her on top of him. Her fabulous firm breasts pressed into his chest. Andrew caressed her back with his fingers, tracing her body down toward her muscular buttocks.

"M-m-m-m-," Stacy murmured, her lips still pressed against Andrew's. Her body tingled with delight at his light touch. Her hips shivered in anticipation each time he approached them. When they finally broke off their passionate kiss, Stacy raised her head and looked into Andrew's eyes. At the same time, her left hand traversed his body to capture his stalk in her grip. It pleased her that his erection, while not complete, was still firm - firm enough to penetrate her if she wanted.

Andrew brushed a loose strand of hair from Stacy's face and tenderly caressed her cheek. He kissed her nose. Even though he loved the feel of her hand gently squeezing and manipulating his cock, he maneuvered his body from beneath her so he could play with her. Andrew proceeded to navigate every inch of her body, first with his fingers, then following with his lips and tongue. His pace was maddeningly slow and completely erotic. Stacy's entire body tingled from his touch and trembled with anticipation. When Andrew finally returned his face to the valley between her legs, Stacy clamped down on him, covering his ears with her thighs to hold him in place. Her body was on fire, and she was growing desperate for the hose that would quench that fire and satisfy her desire. Andrew's magic tongue performed a credible service by moving her toward a rousing climax.

Andrew wasn't sure exactly when he became aware of another presence in the room. His senses were engulfed by the wonder of Stacy's aromatic snatch. The fragrance that he had noticed in their earlier lovemaking session lingered. Her sweetness was palatable. Somewhere in the midst of his efforts to bring her to climax, she mercifully released her lock on his head and spread her legs wide. Andrew continued to work his tongue among her savory folds, tantalizing her sensitive clit. He took advantage of the release and peeked up her slender torso. To his utter surprise, he found the sounds she was making were muffled by an erect cock stuffed in her throat. Stacy enthusiastically bobbed her head back and forth on that morsel of male meat attached to a slightly rotund body standing at the edge of the bed. Andrew lifted his head and recognized Oscar Chesterfield standing there with a big silly grin on his face enjoying what Stacy was doing to his manhood embedded in her throat.

"Hello, Andrew," Chesterfield muttered as he breathed heavily. "Mind if I join you? Stacy invited me over so we could talk."

Andrew nodded, his mouth open with surprise. Stacy whimpered around Chesterfield's cock and reached down to locate Andrew's head to return it between her legs.

"Well, don't stop," Chesterfield said. "Either eat her or fuck her, but let's keep her going until she's satisfied."

Andrew shifted mutely, trying to decide what to do.

"Would you prefer it if I fuck her?" Chesterfield asked.

By this time, Andrew was enthralled with the pretty face and luscious lips working on Chesterfield's cock. Chesterfield's suggestion that the cock she was working on would be available for an invasion of her love hole intrigued Andrew, and he shifted from between her legs. "Be my guest," he said. Chesterfield backed out of Stacy's mouth, grasped a leg, and deftly spun the beauty around so her head was near Andrew's cock and her legs were spread wide inviting Chesterfield to plug her. Stacy smiled at Andrew as she reached for his manhood and gobbled it up. Chesterfield positioned his phallus at Stacy's tunnel and eased into her. Andrew watched with fascination as it disappeared into her body, then reappeared covered with their juices. Stacy whimpered and moaned as Chesterfield steadily fucked her, but she continued sucking Andrew's phallus the whole time.

Stacy grew animated, grinding her lower body against Chesterfield's invasion. Her high-pitched whimpers grew in intensity and she seemed to have an orgasm. Andrew concluded that it was either fake, or certainly did not have the passionate reaction that he and Stacy had produced earlier. Andrew decided to help her out. He reached down to where she and Chesterfield were joined. There Andrew teased her clit. Stacy grew wide-eyed and looked up beyond his phallus embedded in her throat. She screamed her pleasure around that incursion, stiffened, shuddered, and enjoyed a climax that had been smoldering just beneath the surface. She went wild on the bed between them, much to Chesterfield's delight. He thought that he had produced the result, and he certainly had contributed to it.

As her orgasm subsided, Stacy gazed at Andrew with grateful eyes. She wondered at his sensitivity to focus on her and bring her such a delightful experience. Most men, she observed, would take their pleasure from her and leave her to her own devices after they were through. Andrew certainly was a considerate, observant lover, attuned into her body and her needs. She found that unusual.

Chesterfield found release as Stacy's orgasm subsided. She felt him unload within her. It pleased her to draw that essence from her lover. She knew from experience with him that sometimes his age prevented him from completing his task. He often relied on Viagra to assist with his performance. As his rigidity ebbed, Chesterfield sat down on the bed beside Stacy and Andrew, observing her mouth working on Andrew's erection. She twisted her hand around the exposed portion of that shaft to increase the friction and hasten his release. Soon he was shooting off in her throat. Sucking in his breath, Andrew backed off slightly, an action which caused him to shoot strings of semen on her beautiful face.

Stacy laughed her approval and tried to aim his spurting penis at her mouth, but things got messy as some of the later spurts landed on her breasts, decorating those lovely peaks. She giggled. "My, my, you two sure know how to please a girl," she cooed.

Chesterfield patted her bottom gently. "And you are a sexy girl, a delight to please," he responded. He paused and glanced over at Andrew, who by now was sitting on the other side of Stacy. Chesterfield chuckled. "You certainly created a mess on our girl, Andrew." He refocused his attention on Stacy. "Why don't you go clean up, my dear? Andrew and I have a little business to discuss."

Stacy dutifully exited the bed and wiggled her way over to the master bathroom. "Ah, she's a delight," Chesterfield commented as they watched her gracefully exit the room. He turned his attention to Andrew. "Now, my boy, you've been wondering about your future with our company."

Andrew nodded, feeling a little disconcerted at sitting naked on a bed with the big boss who was also naked having recently shared sex with a beautiful woman. Now the boss was shifting to discuss business as if it was a normal occurrence to share a fuck then talk about corporate concerns.

"Well, let me assure you," Chesterfield continued. "We've had our eyes on you and are impressed with your production, your ideas, and your leadership. You have keen insight into the business, and you willingly share that with others. You have been responsible, either directly or indirectly, for a significant portion of our business performance improvement over the past several years. That fact has not gone unnoticed, which is why you are in line for a significant promotion." Chesterfield paused to give Andrew time to react.

"Thank you, sir," Andrew responded. "I've had a lot of help."

"I'm sure you have," Chesterfield answered, "but others in positions similar to yours have also had help and they haven't produced the results, or shared their insights to improve everyone's performance the way you have. That's the reason you are the new National Sales Vice President reporting directly to me. We're dividing the country into two sales divisions - east and west. Your former boss, James Shaw, will head one of the divisions, probably the east. You'll need to find a Vice President for the west. We'll keep the sixteen regions, dividing them up between the two divisions. The Regional Managers will report to the two Divisional Vice Presidents, but I want you involved with the regions."

"I see," Andrew said, his excitement growing. He hoped he wouldn't get a hard-on while they were discussing this. That could be embarrassing.

Chesterfield cleared his throat. "Your salary will be $260,000 annually, and you'll be entitled to performance and discretionary bonus payments. The discretionary amount will be based on management assessment of the overall business. The performance bonus will be paid on achievement of specific goals and objectives. We'll lay all those out in a contract and include them in our performance review analysis. Also, there's a potential $120,000 signing bonus when you deliver the current objectives we have for GHI, your friend Ron Griffith's company. There is a six month deadline for achieving those objectives and earning the signing bonus, and it's an all or none deal. You either make it, or you don't. It'll be paid upon achievement anytime in the six month window. You're already well underway toward that, so it shouldn't be a major problem for you. It's just a matter of execution now. You'll retain personal control of that account, although you may assign an account manager to handle some of the details. I expect you to deliver the results. They figure to be a huge part of our immediate success and should be a bridge to future expansion. "

Andrew gulped. This was a bit overwhelming, yet he could feel the excitement building within him.

"You know we want to go public," Chesterfield shifted topics slightly.

Andrew nodded.

"When you produce the kind of results nationally that you have with your accounts, our IPO will be inevitable and should be successful. You will join with the other members of the executive team in sharing a portion of the initial stock offering and will have options to buy additional shares at a fixed price. The plan is to include tenure as an element in the executive distribution, so some of the team may get more than you, but everyone should do alright financially when we pull the trigger." Chesterfield paused. "I haven't given you an opportunity to ask questions. Do you have any?"

"I should," Andrew replied, "but this is hitting me so suddenly, I can't think of all the questions I've had leading up to this. I'm sure I will have plenty of questions in the days and weeks to come. I'll have access to you?"

Chesterfield chuckled. "Plenty of access. You may think too much access before long. You'll move your office to the executive wing, just down from mine. We're already working on making that ready for you."

"Can I bring Caroline, my Administrative Assistant?"

"Of course. Give her a raise, too. You'll also have access to the entire executive assistant pool as well, so that shouldn't be a problem."

Andrew thought for a moment. "When does all this take place?"

"Immediately," Chesterfield replied. "Brenda, my Admin Assistant, is already working on the announcement. I've already told Shaw about this and he's on board. I think he's secretly relieved that someone else will have the responsibility, and he really likes you. He's carried your banner in front of the Executive Team for some time now. And that's what got you admission to the Entertainment Committee and ultimately to the Executive Team."

Stacy chose that moment to reappear. "Are you two just about finished with your business?" she asked to announce her entrance.

Andrew nodded at Chesterfield who then responded, "Yes, my dear. Come on over here and we will seal the deal. Thank you for your help in getting us together today." Stacy approached the two naked men. Chesterfield reached out a hand toward her. She took it and watched Andrew. Chesterfield spoke up, "Andrew, Stacy here has been my personal favorite on the Entertainment Team. I've never hindered her from any of her team functions, but I've never shared her in such an intimate setting as we have here. It's become apparent that you are a particular favorite with the Team, and apparently Stacy joins others in that assessment. The Team is yours now to direct. I propose that we seal the deal by sharing this lovely lady again right now, if I can get my equipment working again, of course." Chesterfield chuckled. "Stacy, you may have to help resurrect me to a state where I can participate. It looks like Andrew will be ready to go in very short order. Could you suck both of us? Then, when I'm ready and capable, you can mount Andrew and I'll take your ass. We'll seal our agreement with a sandwich with you in the middle."

"O-ooh, sounds like fun," Stacy purred. She winked at Andrew and allowed a sensual smile to crease her beautiful face. "You two stand up beside the bed. I'll sit there and see what I can do to resurrect your incredible cocks." As the two men complied with her instructions, she sat on the bed, crossed her legs and gripped each man's instrument of pleasure.

Andrew noticed that his was already firming up, while Chesterfield's would require some attention from their lovely lady. Stacy's left hand wrapped around Chesterfield's cock and she leaned over to kiss and tongue the older man's equipment. Andrew involuntarily observed and made a brief comparison. He assessed that his own cock was slightly more endowed than the older one, but realized that time and age might have something to do with Oscar Chesterfield's delay in responding to the beautiful woman sucking on his cock.

Stacy tugged at Andrew's stiffening member while she worked her lips around Chesterfield's. Finally, he showed signs of responding as the older cock lengthened and developed a measure of rigidity. Stacy kissed Chesterfield's manhood, and then shifted her attention to Andrew, popping him into her mouth. He was already semi-rigid, so her efforts with Andrew paid early dividends. She tugged at each man's tool, bringing them closer together. Soon a cock was touching each of Stacy's cheeks. She alternated sucking one, then the other.

After several moments of back and forth sucking, Stacy tugged again, pulling her men even closer. Now she attempted to get both cocks in her mouth at the same time. When she did this, the two cocks came into contact with each other. Andrew and Oscar looked at each other, a little startled at the unexpected connection. Stacy didn't slow down her work on the two logs of meat, kissing and licking each one. Andrew noticed that Oscar stiffened. Momentarily that bothered the younger man, but Stacy's attention soon put aside any hesitation.

It looked like Oscar was sufficiently aroused to achieve penetration. Stacy took over. "Andrew, lay down on the bed," she commanded. "Oscar, go get the KY jelly." Chesterfield didn't hesitate. He knew right where to go to retrieve the lubricant. Stacy kissed Andrew's cock as she crawled on top of him. She smiled warmly at the lover beneath her. "Are you ready for this?" she asked.

Andrew nodded and reached up to grasp a tit in each hand. Stacy sucked in her breath appreciatively. "That's nice," she whispered. "Now, let me do the work. You just lay there and enjoy." Andrew nodded again. She leaned down and kissed his lips tenderly. Their tongues tangled. Stacy straddled Andrew. She reached down and gripped his firm phallus, aligning it to her love canal. She sank down, taking most of him into her womb, moaning softly in the process.

Chesterfield approached the pair. He lubricated a finger and penetrated Stacy's posterior. She moaned her approval at that digital invasion and wiggled her butt in encouragement. She rose and fell on Andrew's stake. Chesterfield crawled onto the bed and guided his probe toward her puckered backdoor. He made contact at the docking aperture and paused. Stacy stilled her activity, sinking down on Andrew and enjoying his full penetration. She awaited Oscar's invasion.

Chesterfield gave a gentle shove, popping his cockhead into her rectum. Stacy gasped and moaned her encouragement. Andrew felt the bulbous lump's presence through Stacy's thin membrane. Chesterfield pushed further into her. Stacy wiggled, groaned, moaned, and panted. "Yes-s-s-s" she hissed.

Andrew kept very still, but felt wildly stimulated at the pressure he felt from Oscar's deepening penetration. This was wild, feral. He was reminded that this kind of experience is what he wanted with Karen. He wanted to witness her being penetrated, and share a double penetration with her. That thought cause him to stir within Stacy. She gasped and moaned in response. Chesterfield felt Andrew's movement which animated his own libido. He churned his tool in her anal canal.

All this activity ignited Stacy's senses. She enjoyed a curious mixture of delicious pain and unbridled pleasure. Her body adjusted to accommodate her two lovers, and she felt filled and fulfilled simultaneously. It was a glorious experience for her. Stacy had always enjoyed her time with Oscar because it brought her security. He was a considerate lover, if somewhat limited on his staying power. But Andrew was something else. She thoroughly enjoyed giving herself to him completely. She assessed that he was a magnificent lover and she wanted as much of him as she could get. So, these thoughts contributed to the exciting stimulation she was enjoying. When Andrew lunged deeply into her and simultaneously squeezed her nipples, Stacy went wild. She gasped. She screamed. She enjoyed a magnificent and wholly unexpected orgasm. Her ass tingled. Her pussy was aflame. Her body quivered and exploded.

Chesterfield surged and, to his own amazement, ejaculated. It was his first multiple orgasm in years. He fell away, dismounting Stacy. In the process, additional spurts of his love juice hit her butt cheeks.

As Oscar vacated Stacy, Andrew grew animated beneath her, thrusting upward. Stacy gasped and responded, fiercely humping against his assault. She tried to take him more deeply in her than he was capable of going. Their bodies smashed together at the groin, crushing her clitoris and eliciting tremendous aftershocks and fireworks within Stacy's responsive body. She was a wildcat atop of her remarkable, marvelous man. In the unbridled throes of her multiple orgasms, she knew instinctively and decisively that she wanted more of this, that Andrew had supplanted her husband and displaced Oscar Chesterfield as her lover of choice.

Just as her explosive orgasms subsided, Andrew launched his seed deep within her. That special warmth flooded her and gave her a feeling of completeness, a feeling she had seldom enjoyed before. She clasped her pussy muscles down on him, milking every drop of his essence. She collapsed atop him. Mindful of Chesterfield's presence, she whispered in Andrew's ear, "That was marvelous. That was wonderful. I want more of you." She kissed him tenderly and rolled off him. Giggling, Stacy looked at Oscar. "Well, you two certainly sealed your deal. I have evidence of your deposits all over my body, both inside and out."

Andrew and Oscar grinned and nodded at each other, obviously happy with their efforts. Andrew reflected that he certainly enjoyed the activities, but felt it was a little strange to be sitting around with his naked boss and an equally naked, beautiful, sensual woman who was not his wife. His own nudity was only a modest distraction.

Oscar suggested, "Well, it's getting late. It'd be a good idea for us to shower before we get dressed and leave. Andrew, you can go on home and share your good news with your wife. I'll take Stacy back to the office so she can pick up her car. Come by my office in the morning and we'll hammer out the details and sign your contract." He crawled out of bed and led the way to the master bathroom, urging the other two to come with him. "We'll send out the announcement of your promotion in the next day or so."

Stacy followed Oscar into the bathroom and Andrew followed Stacy, admiring her gentle sway and enjoying the memory of fucking her. Andrew was surprised to discover an oversized shower that would easily accommodate all three of them, even one or two more if they were available. Oscar started the water at one end and Stacy started it at the other. She offered her hand to Andrew and gently pulled him in. Soon the three were lathered up. Stacy enjoyed two pairs of male hands exploring her soapy body and did her best to reciprocate by keeping in contact with each of her two males.

After completing the cleansing process, they emerged from the shower and toweled themselves dry. Well, Andrew helped Stacy some, to her delight. After drying themselves they returned to the bedroom and sorted out their clothes. Andrew's eyes seldom left the lithe figure of the beauty he had so enjoyably ravished all afternoon.

Soon they were dressed and ready to depart. They locked the penthouse and took the elevator down together. Stacy kissed Andrew goodbye softly, then went off with Oscar Chesterfield. Andrew located his car and headed out. He would be home early, so he called Karen to see if she wanted him to pick up the kids. She said she would appreciate his help and let him do that. Andrew headed for the day care center, thinking about all the revelations of the afternoon.

Of course the new position was at the top of his list of things to ponder as well as the enormous jump in salary he would be enjoying. Karen could quit work if she wanted to because Andrew's new income was more than their previous income combined. Immediately Andrew realized that all of his good fortune, all the great things that have happened to him over the past several years were a direct result of the friendship that Andrew and Karen shared with Ron Griffith. Ron's recommendation had gotten Andrew the job. Ron's wise council and the example he demonstrated for Andrew and Karen were instrumental in establishing Andrew's performance. And the business that Ron sent their way provided Andrew with the success he needed to shine and become eligible for the promotion he just received. Somehow he needed to repay Ron, to thank him properly for all his help.

Andrew's desire to properly thank Ron guided his thoughts toward the Entertainment Team he had just inherited. Andrew's exposure to four of the six ladies working on the team changed his perspective. Yet even in that undertaking Andrew felt Ron's influence. After all, Ron demonstrated how to put others first, and that's all Andrew was doing in his encounters with these lovely women. Andrew found it remarkably sensible and effective. Ron had never offered advice on sex or even discussed the topic with Andrew, but Ron's attitude toward relationships certainly applied and affected Andrew's attitude and performance. Andrew still wondered if Ron would even consider enjoying the benefits and pleasures offered by the Entertainment Team. That's where Andrew's thoughts turned to Karen. To Andrew's knowledge, Ron had never displayed a sexual interest in Karen, nor had she shown Andrew any sexual thoughts toward Ron until Andrew brought it up. Early in their marriage, Karen participated in role playing with Andrew, but always flatly refused to consider any sexual activity outside of their marriage. Andrew's suggestion that Karen help with Ron was the first chink in her matrimonial fidelity armor that Andrew had ever noticed.

In the midst of this reverie, Andrew approached the day care center. He parked outside and waited a few minutes to gather his thoughts. He concluded that his adventures with the Entertainment Team had somewhat altered his thinking, especially regarding Karen. While he had always had some interest in experimenting sexually outside of marriage, he had acquiesced to Karen's concerns and had been willing to protect her from such a possibility. His intention all along had been to remain faithful and preserve his own commitment to her. If she wouldn't stray, then neither would he. The realities of the Entertainment Team, their availability to him, and the associated business prospects had significantly changed his commitment. While he didn't perceive his actions to reflect unfaithfulness, he realized that Karen would not feel the same way about his activities. He still didn't feel guilty about the events, but he recognized that they deviated from his original intent and from Karen's expectations. When he arrived at the day care facility he wrapped up his thought session and headed in to pick up the kids.

Later, at home, Andrew played with the kids while Karen fixed supper. To his credit, he focused on the young ones and put aside all his work distractions. At supper he listened to the kids tell their mom about their day and interacted with Karen while she updated him on things from her work. He waited until they were clearing the table to tell her that he had some news to share with her later, after they put the kids to bed. Andrew helped Karen accomplish that task about 9 pm. That completed, he retired to the bedroom and settled into his easy chair to do some planning for his new position while he waited for Karen to join him.

While waiting on Karen, Andrew jotted down some ideas on account management, strategy, and focus. His thoughts kept returning to the Entertainment Team, the one area that Chesterfield and the others seemed to focus upon. Andrew's assessment was that it obviously produced results, but was it as successful as everyone thought? Andrew stared off into the distance as he mentally considered things that could go wrong. HR was involved and should protect the company from sexual harassment issues, since participation was voluntary and there was absolutely no coercion. Plus, anyone who wanted out could get out without any problem. Andrew considered that the husbands who were in the dark about their wives' activities might eventually become an issue, especially if they discovered the nature of the wife's responsibilities to the team.

Andrew recounted that he had already bedded the three ladies whose husbands were unaware and this had been accomplished without incident. However, Andrew surmised that if and when Team activities increased, it might become more difficult to conceal this from the husbands. Andrew wanted to figure out a creative way of neutralizing potential problems before they arose. He ticked off the team: Kelli Markum - she was single, so not an issue. Next was Janice Wheeler. Her husband, Bobby, was a schemer, trying to find a get-rich-quick opportunity so he wouldn't have to work. Andrew needed an angle to provide him with some way of chasing a business opportunity but not catching it to keep him hooked in case he got wise to Jan's activity. Next was Lisa McAlister. Her husband John worked for a non-profit. Andrew made a note to find out which one. Maybe something could be worked out to help the non-profit and keep John at bay if he found out about Lisa. Her three children might occasionally present a child care problem to be solved. The fourth team member was the most recent one Andrew laid, Stacy Allison. She didn't seem to have a problem with her husband, Jack. Based on some comments Stacy made, Andrew guessed that Jack played around some anyway. Andrew made a note to check that out and try to gauge the risk that Jack might present. The other two had not been with Andrew yet, but Susan Dayton was single and Shelley Kirby's husband Martin was on the payroll, endorsed Shelley's participation, and had already hinted about setting her up with Andrew. So, Andrew narrowed the concerns down to Bobby Wheeler, John McAlister, and Jack Allison.

As Andrew came to those conclusions, Karen entered the room. She smiled at her husband. "What news do you have for me? Do you want to tell me now, or should I shower?" That was Karen's way of asking if she was going to get lucky tonight.

"Go ahead and shower, if you like," Andrew responded. "This may take a little time."

Karen quickly began shedding clothes. Andrew watched intently. As his wife disrobed, Andrew realized that recently, he began comparing Karen to one or more of the four Team members he had fucked. First, he noted that Karen is an attractive and sexy woman, one he is proud to be with. Stacy is taller, more slender, with longer legs and smaller breasts. Jan is much shorter and is cute and energetic. Her zest for life and enjoyment would win, but she is no sexier than Karen. Lisa has a lot in common with Karen - three kids, and a passion for making love. Kelli is insatiable and free spirited, while Karen is more conservative and restrained. As his nude wife retreated to the bathroom, Andrew observed that she seemed to have firmed up some areas of her body. Andrew wondered if she had started working out.

In fact, Karen had established a regimen of exercise at the health facility at her work. Additionally, she took care to watch her diet and eat more healthy foods in smaller quantities. Her rationale focused on the possibility that she might have sex with Ron again. She wanted to be in better shape and more prepared in case that option presented itself. By the time Andrew noticed, she had already lost 12 pounds and one dress size. She was almost as light as when they married, and her goal was to lose even more, perhaps down to her high school weight.

Karen hit the shower. She didn't want to hurry, but she didn't want to delay either. She covered her body with soap and then rinsed off. She took the time to trim her bush and apply freshening ointment to her genitals. She also anointed her breasts with perfume. When she was ready to emerge Karen selected a bathrobe. After a moment's reflection, she left it behind and returned nude to her husband. She put a hand on her hip and posed with a knee bent. "Okay, sailor, what news do you have for me?"

Andrew turned his head to see the lovely, sexy figure posing for his benefit. "Wow, you look great," he said, rising to greet her. He closed the distance between them rapidly, and swept her into his arms. They kissed in a tender embrace that quickly accelerated to passion. Forgotten were Andrew's comparisons. Right now there was no one else for him but Karen. They migrated to the bed, discarding Andrew's clothes on the way. Their hands explored each other's bodies as their passion increased. Andrew kissed his way down her neck and lingered on her breasts before resuming his journey down Karen's torso toward her treasure trough.

When he reached his destination, Andrew inhaled the fragrance of the ointment that Karen applied. Now it reminded him of Stacy and he assailed Karen's sexpot like a sex-crazed, possessed intruder. He gave her vulva a tongue lashing. Then he delved deeper, lapping at her love tunnel on his way to her puckered posterior.

Karen moaned. Her body was on fire. She had not anticipated his attention to her anal area. That was not always part of their routine, but it excited her on this occasion. She gasped as he inserted a finger. She needed lubrication there. "Oh, oh, ah, oh. If you w-want t-to f-fuck me t-there, you'll need t-to get some grease. I-I can't take you without it."

Andrew scrambled for the drawer in the end table. They didn't ass-fuck very often, but kept a small jar of Vaseline there in case the opportunity arose. As he retrieved the jar, he recalled the sensation of his cock embedded in Stacy's vagina while Chesterfield penetrated her ass. He returned to his wife and eagerly applied a generous portion of the ointment to her anal opening. Karen rolled over face down on the bed and elevated her rear end. "Come on, fuck me in the ass," she encouraged her husband. This impulsive action was generated by an intuitive realization that, if Andrew was going to share her with Ron and be there when it happened, a rear-end invasion was likely. She hadn't thought it through. It just dawned on her. As Andrew aligned his probe at her posterior, she recalled from the deep recesses of her memory the gentle attention that Ron had paid to that location during their Spontaneous Combustion encounter. While he never penetrated her ass with his cock, he teased her sufficiently to elicit multiple orgasms. That's what Karen was thinking of when Andrew's invasion began. "Oh, ow, oh, ooh," Karen cried out, louder than she intended. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it to muffle her screams so she wouldn't wake the children. Andrew eased further in. Karen relaxed to ease his access. That lessened the pain and introduced a more pleasurable sensation.

Soon Andrew rocked in and out of her tight ass. Andrew reached under her and flicked her clit. That sent thrilling electric sensations throughout her body, culminating on the sensitive muscle gripping Andrew's cock. Karen screamed into the pillow. Her body shuddered, and then released a surging, rippling climax that caused her to gasp and wiggle. Andrew thrust into her, knocking her off balance. As she fell away from him, he vacated her hole just as he launched a spurt of gism. It landed on her back, and subsequent bursts decorated her hips.

Andrew collapsed on the bed beside her and pulled her into a spooning embrace. It was quick, but it was satisfying. He had nailed her ass, something that hadn't happened in quite a while. That she asked for it pleased him immensely. They cuddled and snuggled, smearing the love juices all over Karen's butt cheeks and Andrew's groin. He cupped her breasts, holding her tightly to his body.

Karen finally asked, "Are you going to tell me the news, or did I give up my ass for nothing?" She giggled.

Andrew brushed a lock of hair away from her ear, leaned in and kissed that tender spot. He whispered, "You are my heart, my Love. The promotion came through today. I'm the new National Sales Vice President."

Karen's eyes flew open. She rolled violently over to face him, a huge smile decorated her gorgeous face. She kissed him and excitedly exclaimed, "Oh, Andrew, I'm so very proud of you. That is good news, great news." She kissed him again.

Andrew smiled his appreciation at her reaction. "So was it worth giving up your ass for that good news?"

"Oh, yes," Karen assured him.

"And would you do it again?"

"Oh, yes," Karen teased him.

Andrew wanted to say, ‘for Ron,' but refrained, holding that discussion for a later time. Let Karen enjoy this event without complications right now. Of course she wanted to hear the whole story, so Andrew explained that he had met with Chesterfield in the afternoon. He omitted the fact that they were both naked and had just fucked Stacy when the discussion took place. He also avoided telling her that they had sealed the deal by double teaming the tall, slender blond.

Karen squealed with excitement when Andrew told her his new salary rate. He didn't even get around to explaining all the bonus opportunities, probably because he didn't fully know the details yet himself. As the conversation ebbed, each had thoughts racing. Andrew broke the silence, "You know, none of this would have happened apart from Ron's help." That was Andrew's way of resurrecting the Ron topic, hoping to explore her willingness to help secure more business. He didn't bring up the $120,000 bonus opportunity, preferring to wait for another time when some of the reality of the new responsibilities emerged.

"You've got to tell him," Karen said. "Let him know what his help has produced. He'll be so proud of you."

"I know," Andrew responded. "But there's so much more responsibility now. They still want me to produce a lot more business from GHI, and Ron's the key to that." Andrew paused, and brushed another lock of hair from Karen's forehead. "You realize that my work schedule is going to change drastically. I'll be working late more and will have unpredictable hours. I'll likely be travelling to other parts of the country to help with business. It'll put more pressure on you."

Karen nodded. "I know," she said. "I'm so proud of you. We'll manage."

Andrew waited a moment. "You know, you could quit work if you wanted."

Karen froze. She hadn't contemplated that alternative. She loved her career. She loved her job. She found it exciting and fulfilling. She couldn't imagine not working. What would she do with her time? How would she release her creative energy? "Let's not make any sudden changes," she said. "Let this work out and let's see where we go. I don't want to quit right now."

Andrew nodded. That was probably a prudent course of action. They cuddled for a while longer. Neither one could get to sleep. They were too excited. After a while, Andrew initiated contact with Karen's breasts and started them down the path of love making. Karen grinned and encouraged her man. When he played with her pussy, she spread her legs wide. "Come on in. I've never fucked a quarter-million dollar man before." They laughed and enjoyed each other's body twice more before finally falling asleep.

The next day Andrew was up early. Karen encouraged him out the door, saying she'd get the kids ready and off to school and day care. Andrew arrived at work much earlier than usual and went straight to the executive wing looking for Oscar Chesterfield. He wasn't in yet, so Andrew left him a note asking him to call whenever he was ready to meet. About an hour later, Chesterfield's Admin Assistant, Brenda called and informed him that Chesterfield was available. Andrew told Caroline, his assistant, that he'd be gone and his return was unknown. He reminded her to call his cell phone if anything urgent came up. "But make sure it's urgent," he stressed. "I'll have some things to discuss with you when I get back."

Andrew learned details about his performance bonus and discretionary bonus in the meeting with Chesterfield. He also confirmed the sales goal that would award the signing bonus. They agreed upon a date a few days beyond six months by which time the goal must be accomplished to earn the $120,000. Andrew also learned that he would have a lot of latitude in adding to his team, but no additional positions were planned for the current year. Chesterfield suggested that he get together with Bill Blankenship, VP of Human Resources, to get a briefing on the regional sales managers and their performance scorecards. Chesterfield also told him that James Shaw had been informed and was ready and eager to help. Andrew asked about budgets and spending leeway. Chesterfield called Roger Barnett, the CFO and asked him to get Andrew the current year's budget figures for his department and next year's plan. "If you need to deviate significantly from the expense budget, you'll need to come justify that to me. Of course, if you greatly exceed the revenues budget, it'll be easier to approve extra expenses," Chesterfield told him. Finally, Chesterfield wanted him in his new office in the executive wing within the week. He agreed that the move would include Caroline and authorized a raise for her. Andrew asked for more ... an additional $2,400 annually over what Chesterfield stated. He got the additional funds for Caroline. It was a small test to see what kind of cooperation or opposition he might encounter. Andrew was pleased with the result. So was Chesterfield. Andrew left and Chesterfield summoned Brenda to work on the announcement.

When Andrew returned to his office, he invited Caroline to the cafeteria for coffee. Caroline went with him, but protested that she didn't drink coffee. He bought her a coke instead and took her to the Overlook section. Andrew looked at his young, cute assistant. "Caroline, I have some news to share with you and I need to do it now before the information gets out. Also, I need you to keep this news to yourself and not share it with anyone else until the official announcement is released."

"Okay," Caroline sipped through the straw.

"I'm being promoted and will be moving my office to the executive wing."

Caroline choked on her drink and looked at him wide-eyed. "Oh, that's wonderful for you," she blurted. "What's going to happen to me?"

"That's what I want to talk with you about. I want you to come along with me and join the executive assistant team. You'll continue to be my admin, but others may need your help from time to time."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Mason. I'm so pleased you want me."

Andrew smiled to himself at her innocent outburst. He couldn't say anything untoward without violating the company's sexual harassment policy, so he stifled his witty retort. "There is a pay increase for you," he continued, naming the new annual rate and converting it to the monthly amount she would be getting.

Caroline was flabbergasted. "That's wonderful, Mr. Mason. That's so generous. I had no idea. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. You have no idea how this will help."

"I'm glad you're pleased," Andrew said. He was aware that she was engaged to be married and that they were already worried about finances. "There'll be some hectic days ahead of us, Caroline. They want us to move to the executive wing within a week. I'm afraid that most of the organizing of that move will fall on you. I'll need you to step up and make it happen without ruffling any feathers."

"Oh, I can do that, Mr. Mason. I'll be glad to take care of everything for you."

Andrew smiled and finished his coffee. "I knew I could count on you. Well, let's get back, shall we?" Andrew's eyes followed her bouncy body as she bubbled with enthusiasm over her good news. He shook his head, ‘What I don't need right now is another bed partner,' he thought to himself. ‘I can't keep up with the ones I already have.' Still he couldn't resist admiring her little wiggle. He was also amused that Caroline didn't even ask or appear to care what his new position was.

At the elevator they ran into Kelli Markum. She was carrying a load of paper and binders. "Oh, good. I'm glad I found you," she said, nodding at Caroline. "I have the budget figures you requested. Barnett asked me to deliver them to you."

"Great," Andrew said. He looked at Caroline. "Go ahead and get started without me," he told her. I'll be up shortly." He turned back to Kelli. "Coffee?" he asked.

She grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that." They walked back to the coffee bar in the cafeteria, and then migrated to the Overlook section. "Do I understand that congratulations are in order?" Kelli asked when they settled at their table. She stacked the binders and papers by Andrew.

"Or condolences," Andrew teased. "How did you find out so fast?"

"Well, Barnett just confirmed it, but said it's not for publication until the announcement. But Stacy told me this morning. I noticed that your car was already here and I saw her at breakfast. She said that you and Chesterfield got together yesterday."

Andrew wondered if Kelli had all the details of yesterday's meeting, but didn't ask. He sipped his second cup of coffee. "So, what do you think?"

"I think it's great. You'll do a fabulous job. I don't know all the details yet, but Stacy did say you'd be in charge of the Entertainment Team."

"Are you okay with that?"

"Am I ever. You're the best, and I know you'll be innovative with how this plays out."

"And how do you know that?" Andrew sat down his cup.

"I've seen how careful and considerate you are with the team. We all think you're great. I've also seen you in action with different customers. People have noticed how effective you are. That's why you got the promotion. I just know you'll do well." Kelli briefly put her hand on Andrew's arm. She gave him a gentle squeeze, then removed her hand. "Let me know when you're ready to celebrate. I have some ideas."

Andrew grinned. "I'll bet you do," he said.

Kelli laughed delightfully. "Oh, yes I do. But first, you'll need to take care of Susan Dayton. And Shelley Kirby is worried that you're going to dump her."

Andrew shook his head. "I don't even know her. Why would I dump her?"

Kelli smiled. "She knows you know her husband and she's afraid you won't like her because of him."

Andrew shook his head again and sipped more of his coffee. "I'm not sure what my schedule's going to be like. I have to move my office by next week. I'll see what I can do to ease Susan and Shelley's concerns. Why do I feel like a lump of meat?"

Kelli laughed. "Because you are, you marvelous hunk of a man. You're just a commodity to us. Keep us satisfied, and we'll help your business." She finished her coffee. "I've got to run. I'm not an executive and can't control my own time." They stood. Andrew gathered the budget information Kelli delivered and followed her to the elevator. His eyes on her gently swaying posterior reminded him that he possessed carnal knowledge of and delightful experience with that luscious figure.

Before noon, Andrew visited James Shaw's office, feeling that Shaw would be more comfortable in his own environment. Shaw congratulated Andrew warmly and assured him that he was on board with Andrew's promotion. Andrew asked him for suggestions of who might be the Western Divisional VP. Shaw made several suggestions and provided insightful analysis of the different prospects. Andrew asked about the protocol of including the new Divisional on the Entertainment Committee.

"That would be up to you and Chesterfield," Shaw replied. "It's not totally necessary that the position be included, but it would facilitate some arrangements. You might want to wait until their performance is assured. After all, we waited to include you for several months after we knew we were going to."

"Good advice, thanks," Andrew said. He also noted the new information about his own path to promotion. Andrew stood. "Look, James," he said, "our roles may have changed, but our relationship doesn't have to. I hope you'll continue to be candid with me and feel free to speak your mind to me. My new function is to make you and everyone else successful. We'll do that better if we're all free to be open and straightforward. The others will look at you and evaluate our relationship. You can help them get onboard with this new structure by not changing our relationship."

"Thanks, Andrew. I appreciate your consideration. I knew you were the right man for the job. You know, it's a real feather in my cap that I had the good sense and foresight to hire you. I want to help make you successful now, because that's what is best for all of us."

Andrew expressed gratitude, shook hands with James, and left his office.

Chesterfield invited Andrew to lunch. That was when Andrew learned that the company penthouse was also assigned to his department. Chesterfield explained, "We originally got the place for Graystone. Technically he's still CEO, but he's no longer active. He's one of the major owners of the company. He knows that we're using it for other things now. If he ever comes to town for meetings - very unlikely - we'll put him up there, but otherwise, it's primarily yours. Oh, I want to keep the master bedroom suite. I'd suggest you take the larger bedroom down the east side. It has a nice sized private bath and a hot tub. Plus there's a study next door. You can use that."

"What will I use the penthouse for, exactly?"

"Anything you want," Chesterfield replied. "I have occasionally scheduled Entertainment Team meetings there, or Executive Team meetings. You can put up special clients there and provide them with your team's services. I plan to use it for a couple of seasonal parties, but I'll work those around your schedule if you have something going there. I've already told Brenda that you're taking over responsibility for that facility. She currently keeps the calendar for it. You can let her continue to do that, or you can shift the scheduling over to your admin if you like."

Andrew was still not sure what he would do with the penthouse. He did learn that only he, Chesterfield, and Brenda had passkeys to the place. There were a few spares around that were assigned from time to time, but none were permanent except for the three. Andrew remained mystified at the extravagance, but said nothing. Chesterfield just told him to use his imagination.

As lunch wrapped up, Chesterfield told him that the promotion announcement would be distributed that afternoon, and the public announcement would be released Monday. He mentioned that it was okay for Andrew to tell anyone he wanted, hinting that it would be appropriate to notify Ron Griffith. Andrew had already planned to do that during the afternoon.

An hour later, Andrew was back in his old office, reviewing the move schedule that Caroline had prepared. He made a few suggestions, and approved the project. He liked it that his involvement would be minimal. When their briefing was concluded, Andrew said, "Caroline, I'm going to call Ron Griffith in a few minutes. I won't want to be disturbed by anyone until that call is completed."

"I understand, Mr. Mason," she said. "Would you like me to place the call for you and get him on the line?"

Andrew smiled at her. "Thanks, but that won't be necessary for this one. Ron and I go back a long way as you know. I'd rather call him personally. Thanks for the thought, though."

Caroline smiled brightly, gathered her notes and papers, and went to her desk.

Five minutes later, Andrew picked up the phone and dialed Ron's number. It took a little time to get through to Ron, but when the connection was made, Andrew said, "Hello, Ron. It's great to talk to you. I have some news ... good news, I hope."

"Okay, let's hear it," Ron replied.

"I've been promoted here at Technical Distribution. They've made me National Sales Vice President."

"Hey, that is great news," Ron said. "Congratulations. I hope they've taken care of you financially."

"Well, I'll be making more than I ever have in my life. But, Ron I know that it was you who helped me get this opportunity, and I'm grateful to you."

"Nonsense," Ron said. "You've earned it by hard work and results. I know."

"Well the results have primarily come from your company, Ron. Your help has put me in this position. I want to help you any way I can. I really want to do something nice for you. When do you think you'll be coming back to see us?"

"Well, I was planning a visit in about three months. Do you need me sooner?"

"That'd be nice."

"Yeah, well you probably want to introduce me to the new account manager. Okay, let me see. Looks like I could schedule a trip in about six weeks. Would that be soon enough?"

"That'd be great. I'll have Caroline set things up on this end and send the information to your admin. Have her send us your flight times and I'll pick you up. Oh, and by the way, I'll remain directly involved with your account. I may appoint someone to function as account manager, but I'll be calling the shots. I want you to have the very best we can offer."

"Thanks, Andrew. I was hoping you'd stay in touch. Okay. Six weeks it is. I'll have my Gail contact your Caroline and coordinate the details. And, again, congratulations. I'm so proud of you. I'm sure Karen is, too."

"That she is," Andrew replied. "In fact the first thing she said after telling me she was proud of me was that I had to call you and let you know. She wanted me to be sure and thank you for all your help."

"Glad to do it, Andrew. Give her a hug for me, will you?"

"Sure thing," Andrew replied, and signed off.

The promotion announcement was made through company email later that afternoon. Immediately Andrew was swamped with congratulatory messages from within. That evening he made sure to tell Karen that Ron would be coming in six weeks. Karen received that information without comment.

Andrew found himself caught up in a whirlwind that kept on churning for several weeks. Things became a blur for him. He did manage to accomplish several things on his list.

The move to the executive wing was completed a day ahead of schedule. Caroline settled in at her new station and was lively, lovely, and animated. Andrew encouraged her to tone it down some so she wouldn't overwhelm the executive assistant team that she was joining.

After reviewing Shaw's recommendations for the other Divisional VP, Andrew selected Phil Rutledge, one of the more successful Regional Managers, and one with whom Andrew had worked. He had been very responsive to Andrew's suggestions and had implemented them successfully in his region. He also was on Shaw's list. The appointment pleased Shaw. Andrew told Rutledge to find a replacement for his old position and run it by Shaw. Andrew retained final approval on the selection.

Andrew got the files and scorecards on each of the other regional managers from Blankenship in Human Resources. After reviewing them with Shaw, he scheduled a meeting with all the regional account managers and the two divisional VPs. Since some travel was involved, the meeting was set for three weeks out. Andrew asked them to bring a complete list of their clients with the top five ranked and noted. He wanted to know from each manager what made those five accounts successful, and what was keeping them from being more successful. He also wanted to know the top ten prospects not on the top five lists, and what it would take to achieve results from those prospects. It would be an all-day event. He left it to Caroline to organize the logistics, find the room, set up food, and get the notifications out.

During the second week, a regularly schedule Executive Committee meeting was held. During the meeting, Oscar outlined some of the changes that would be taking place. After a while, he turned the meeting over to Andrew. He asked a lot of questions about the Entertainment Team, learning how it functioned and gaining understanding of the background and protocol. He asked for ideas they had about improvements, changes they might want. The main objective was to see if we could get better results out of any changes in the way things worked. Andrew pointed out that there were only six team members to cover sixteen regions. Andrew asked about the possibility of recruiting two more team members to help handle the regions. He reasoned that two regions for each team member would allow better distribution of the workload and increase opportunities for better results. Of course, getting the right team members was critical. He explained that each region would be identifying the top five accounts for their territory and the next ten with the most potential for sales improvement. Those two hundred and forty accounts would be the focus for the team. Eight team members meant that there would be up to thirty accounts that might need entertainment services from each team member. Of course there would be exceptions ... some would be skipped and others might be included, but that was the math that he shared with the Executive Committee. They left the meeting with a lot of ideas buzzing. Several of them contacted Andrew over the next few days with more ideas and offered enthusiastic support.

Andrew also found the time to gather information on John McAlister and the non-profit he worked for. Andrew asked Blankenship from Human Resources to send someone over to investigate the agency. From this source, Andrew learned that they helped provide shelter and some medical care for indigents and the homeless. They struggled for food donations to keep meals available. Sometimes they made budget from donations, but more often they did not. Although they cooperated with some national organizations, there was no direct affiliation and funding from these efforts was usually minimal and limited to the project at hand. John McAlister was recognized as a capable, caring worker who was making a positive contribution to the work. He was mediocre as a fund-raiser, however, and that was a limiting factor on his earnings there. Pay at this particular non-profit was not competitive. The overall assessment of the organization was that they provided a much needed community service and did it on a shoestring budget. They were a competent organization producing limited results. Andrew determined that his company had discretionary charitable funds available from time to time. He gained access to ten thousand dollars of those funds and set out to find a way to encounter John McAlister. He called Lisa and asked her to let him know whenever she was available at her house.

Andrew contacted Eric Maxwell, the younger man who attempted to warn him that Stacy Allison was Oscar Chesterfield's mistress. After reviewing young Maxwell's employment record with Blankenship and discussing Maxwell's future with his supervisor, Andrew offered Eric the GHI account as an apprentice. There was a modest raise for Maxwell, and the incentives were reduced, since Andrew would be doing the lion's share of managing the account, but it gave Eric Maxwell an opportunity to get into the sales division, where he wanted to be. Andrew did warn him that he should keep his observations about Stacy Allison to himself.

While Andrew was taking care of Eric Maxwell, he also intervened on behalf of Stacy Allison, arranging for her to be promoted to an assistant supervisor level with a respectable pay increase. This delighted Stacy, who was eager to demonstrate her gratitude, but Andrew was just too busy to take advantage of that opportunity. He did ask for a rain check and was told he really didn't need one. Oscar also thanked him for taking care of Stacy.

On another occasion Andrew was with Chesterfield and brought up Janice Wheeler in the conversation. "Ah, yes, the young schoolteacher. She's a delight, isn't she?" Chesterfield commented.

"That she is," Andrew responded. "And she's related to you somehow?"

"Well, yes she is. She's my wife's niece. Why do you ask?" ` Andrew paused. "Actually, it's more about her husband, Bobby. I'm trying to figure him out."

"Is he causing some trouble?" Chesterfield appeared genuinely puzzled.

"No," Andrew responded. "I'm just trying to figure out ways of neutralizing him, and the other husbands as well. If we are going to fully utilize the Entertainment Team, we must provide a plausible explanation for our interest in the wives without raising the husbands' apprehensions. We have to distract the husbands in such a way that they won't be suspicious, or, even if they are, they will have sufficient motivation to ignore their suspicions."

"I see," Chesterfield said, even though he didn't fully. "So, you want to set this up so the husbands will allow their wives to get fucked and not be upset."

Andrew chuckled. "Not exactly. Instead we want to appeal to the husbands' self-interest so they would rather not know the details for fear of losing either position, money, or an achievable promise of serious things to come for them. They will chose to disbelieve their wives are involved in dalliances, so they can preserve their individual dreams and schemes."

"And how do you propose to do that?" Chesterfield asked.

"It involves at least two steps, perhaps more, depending on the situation. First, we provide the wives with a plausible explanation for their absences. We'll do this by describing their involvement with our company as "marketing services" or "marketing consultants." They will be helping us market product to clients and potential customers. Actually, they're already doing that. It will be just a matter of furnishing a reasonable cover story for what they're already doing."

"Interesting," Chesterfield observed. "Go on."

"Second, we'll need to find some project or purpose for the different husbands, one that appeals to their own ego and self-interest. If we can identify the activity or pursuit that they are passionate about, then we help them achieve it. That way it will serve as a distraction while their wives are helping serve our clients."

"You may be onto something there."

"I think so, sir. I'm already working on making John McAlister successful at his non-profit endeavor. We're going to invest some of our charitable contributions into that worthy work and see that he gets credit for our involvement. He's passionate about helping shelter and feed unfortunate people, and we will gain some favorable publicity out of our assistance. What I'm looking for now is what will distract Bobby Wheeler so he will let his foxy schoolteacher wife go on company excursions where she gets laid regularly."

"That sounds like a plan. Let me see, Bobby is always trying to latch on to some get-rich-quick scheme, but he doesn't have the common sense to see problems with them or to know how to overcome them." Chesterfield went on to relate several failed efforts that Bobby Wheeler had pursued.

"Sounds like we need to find something with promise for him, but one that's not a sure thing. It would be helpful if we could tie it in to something our company is doing or considering investing in. If we can control or influence the opportunity, we could keep him on the hook with a promise of riches and success to come, but without actually achieving it for a while at least. Of course, we want to minimize our own exposure to risk, but a little expense could go a long way to freeing Janice up for more regular full service opportunities."

Chesterfield sat back, nodding, reminiscing about his own involvement with his wife's niece. "I haven't been with her for sex nearly as much as I've wanted to. I didn't want to alert or alarm my wife. There have been a few times when she's needed money and we've gotten together to settle some financial arrangements for her. She's a wild child in bed. Okay, let's do something to neutralize Bobby. You might check with research to find out some projects they're looking at. Maybe one involves a little risk that we might take a flyer on. You'll have to figure out how to involve him. I want to stay as far away from direct participation as possible. Of course, if you'll keep me informed, I might be able to drop some hints along the way."

"Sounds great," Andrew said. He got up to leave. "Oh, and after we've worked this out and defused Bobby, it'd be fun to tag-team Janice with you."

Chesterfield grinned broadly and nodded his interest.

For the next several days Andrew worked on the Bobby Wheeler project, checking with research for some possible distractions. At the same time, he contemplated how to take Jack Allison out of the picture. Andrew surmised that Jack would be the most difficult and most risky of the three husbands. The safest way would be to encourage Stacy to divorce him, but Andrew really didn't want to get involved in breaking up marriages, even if it appeared to be an unsatisfactory one.

During those hectic first three weeks, one of the surprising things Andrew encountered was the procedure established to notify him of the Entertainment Team activities. It had been explained to him that he was in charge of the Team, but he hadn't considered the ramifications of that assignment. Only an executive level member of the Entertainment Committee could make an assignment involving one of the Team members. Andrew understood that. He didn't think, however, that he would receive a report on each assignment, which in fact is what happened. Most of the assignments were made by Shaw, although Brian Peterson, VP of Customer Service and Roger Barnett, CFO each made a couple of assignments. Andrew learned that, although Barnett approved the disbursements and made the funds for payment available, he was looking for Andrew's sign-off authorizing the assignments. Andrew noted that Kelli had earned payment for two encounters during the three weeks. Lisa McAlister, Janice Wheeler, and Shelley Kirby each had one. Stacy had been inactive during the three weeks, but Susan Dalton had four customer events during the three weeks. It surprised Andrew that she had been so active. He signed off on all the assignments, and looked into Susan's assignments a little closer. He wanted to determine the wisdom of using her so often. He noticed that all four customers placed big orders. That was interesting and encouraging.

Andrew thought that he really needed to make contact with Susan Dalton. He'd intended to before, but things kept getting in the way. Momentarily Andrew wondered how ancient kings managed to maintain their queens, extra wives, concubines, and harems while still running a kingdom and pursuing wars and conquests. Their responsibilities couldn't be any less complicated than all of today's business options and relationships, could they?

Andrew picked up the phone and dialed Susan's number. He got her voicemail and left a message. An hour later she called back. After she identified herself, Andrew responded, "It's great to hear from you, Susan. Thank you for your excellent help with our business. I'd like to get together with you, to meet you and find out more about you. When would be a good time?"

There was a pause on the other end. For a moment, Andrew thought the call might have been dropped, but then Susan replied, "Sure, where do you want to meet?"

"Do you want to meet for lunch one day this week? We could talk then."

"Lunch? Okay, that sounds good. How about tomorrow? Do you have a place in mind?"

Andrew named an upscale restaurant downtown and suggested 11:45, so they could get started before the lunch crowds hit. Susan agreed and ended the call.

Andrew had barely hung up from talking with Susan when the phone rang signaling an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, Andrew recognized the code he had entered for Lisa McAlister. He flipped the phone on and said, "Good morning."

"Morning, Andrew," Lisa responded. "You asked me to let you know when we could get together here at the house."

"That's right," Andrew confirmed.

"Anytime this morning or early afternoon would be a good time. John will be tied up at work all day and the kids are all at school and day care."

"Sounds great," Andrew replied. "I'll see you in about an hour."

"I'm looking forward to it," Lisa asserted seductively.

After the call, Andrew gathered some papers with notes about John's community service agency. He called Caroline into his office. "I'll be gone until after lunch, Caroline," he told her. "I'll be at a strategy meeting if anyone asks."

"Who with?" Caroline asked.

"That's not important right now," Andrew told her. "Just make a note of anyone who calls looking for me. I'll see you after two." He stuffed the papers in a small portfolio, gathered his laptop, and headed out the door.

Twenty minutes later, he rang Lisa's doorbell. She answered in a long, flowing dress that accentuated her figure. Her makeup was applied flawlessly and her bright eyes danced with excitement. She closed the door behind him, threw her arms around him and greeted him with a passionate kiss, one that involved a lot of tongue. "I have missed you," she whispered when they finally broke off the kiss. "I was afraid you had forgotten all about me since you got your big promotion."

Andrew smiled. "Not a chance, Lisa. You are unforgettable."

She disentangled herself from him and noticed that he had the portfolio with him. "Oh, are we going to discuss business, or do business?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"A lot of both, I expect," Andrew replied, following her. She paused at the conjunction of corridors. "Do you want a cup of coffee? Shall we go to the den, the breakfast nook, or the bedroom?"

"Later on the coffee," Andrew replied, then grinned. "And the bedroom sounds fine."

Lisa brightened and cast her most radiant smile on him, then turned right and headed down the hallway, passing the guest bedroom and the children's rooms, going straight into the master bedroom, the one that, until Andrew, she had reserved only for her husband. Andrew recognized and appreciated the significance of her room selection.

Lisa closed the bedroom door behind them. Andrew glanced around and deduced that she had done minimal cleanup. He noticed John's bedclothes tossed over a chair by the dresser and a bath towel nearby. The bed was made, but the covers and sheets were turned down apparently so Andrew and Lisa could easily slip into bed. None of Lisa's garments were visible, other than what she was wearing. She moved next to him, took his portfolio from him and placed it on a nearby vacant chair. She loosened his tie and removed it, then went to work on his shirt. She had been following his eyes as he looked around the room. "I did it for you," she said simply, looking deep into his eyes.

"Did what?" Andrew was a little confused.

"Left John's stuff around. I wanted you to see and know that you were invading his territory. I wanted to be reminded that you are here, on an incursion mission, storming space that formerly belonged exclusively to him. I hold you in high regard to allow you to do that." She completed the task of unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, tossing it over to the chair to join the portfolio.

Andrew was touched that she shared intimate details of her private thoughts. He felt privileged to be her selection to enter her inner sanctum where she had only allowed her husband until now. He tilted her chin and kissed her tenderly. She responded in kind, and then turned passionate on him as her arms encircled his neck. Their bodies crushed together, trapping his emerging erection. Soon she was scraping his back trying to remove the v-neck he used as an undershirt. He broke off the kiss and helped her remove the garment. He reached around to unzip her dress and slide it off her shoulders. To his delight she met his expectation. She wore absolutely nothing under the dress. She tugged at his belt. He kicked off his shoes and assisted with his pants. Soon they joined the portfolio and shirts on the chair. Lisa slid his briefs down to his ankles, and remained on her knees to inspect, and then suck the rigid root that had brought her so much pleasure recently and that she expected to rummage through her love tunnel shortly. She gave it her full attention and applied her considerable skills to bring him pleasure.

For a while Andrew watched the energetic beauty work his tool. Before he got too close to eruption, however, he maneuvered her onto the bed. There he spread her legs and engaged in a bit of muff diving, a pastime that he thoroughly enjoyed. Well, Lisa did, too. She gripped his head and tossed her own back and forth on the bed as she softly expressed her delight. Her fingers entangled with the hair on his head and from time to time she clasped clumps and pulled, gasping and panting as he took her closer and closer to fulfillment. Her legs jerked wildly, alternately spreading wide and then clamping tightly over his ears. Andrew fingered her fuck hole, lubricating his digit. He stuffed that lubed limb into her puckered back door, eliciting screams of delight followed by quivering, then convulsions as a massive orgasm erupted deep within her and spread throughout her groin, up her back and tingled her breasts. She shuddered as her brain flushed with fireworks and attempted to regain some semblance of control.

When her brain did start functioning again, all she could think of was the command, "Fuck me, oh, gawd fuck me now. Fuck me hard, you marvelous man." Andrew scrambled between her widespread legs to comply with her urgent plea. He aligned his manhood at her trapdoor and plunged into her. Lisa gasped, lurched, and bounced beneath him, straining to take everything he had. She felt stuffed. It seemed her insides were being dislodged. It was a magnificent feeling of being utterly taken, possessed by someone she loved. Her body exploded again in response to that illicit thought. Her body hunched up against his as she gasped and screamed. Her legs waggled about, thrashing against his hamstrings. Her hands gripped his ass-cheeks and desperately pulled him tightly against her body while he flooded her with his molten issue. He gasped from the effort while she encouraged him, "Yes, yes, oh, yes. Shoot off in me. Fill me with your juice. Oh, gawd, I love it when you fuck me. I love you. I - I, oh, gawd I love you to fuck me."

Andrew's cock was involuntarily surging and spurting when he comprehended that she had told him she loved him. He didn't freeze, but ‘uh-oh' was the thought that burst through his enjoyment. Oh, he thoroughly relished her tight velvety snatch clenching his cock, but he didn't want an emotional involvement that Lisa was expressing. Still, he couldn't bring himself to disrupt the pleasurable sensations rippling through their bodies as the aftershocks of their orgasm protracted their mutual pleasure.

As their breathing began to return to normal and the tingling in their bodies subsided, Andrew propped himself on his elbows, remained embedded inside Lisa, and brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. He leaned into her and kissed her gently. He wanted to say ‘don't let this get carried away,' but the kiss seemed more appropriate.

When they broke off the kiss, Lisa looked into his eyes, reflecting her own enormous pleasure at their coupling. "I told you that I love you, didn't I?"

Andrew nodded, tensing in anticipation of this moving in a direction he didn't want to go. Part of the tensing flexed his cock and returned a measure of rigidity to the instrument, despite his wishes.

Lisa kissed him on the nose. "Don't worry. I think I do love you, but I'm not leaving John, nor do I want to take you away from Karen. I just want to enjoy these times with you whenever I can. I truly do love what you do to me. No one else brings me off quite the way you do. Oh, John is fine, great even. But these sessions with you have been spectacular."

"You do know that they may not always be that way ... that spectacular, as you say."

Lisa smiled. "I know. But I also know that I like sex. And sex with you, even if it would not be up to the standards you've set, would still be great sex. And I know I would like it, even if it wasn't as spectacular as this." She unlocked her legs from around him, releasing him to evacuate her if he wanted. Instead he surged into her, in effect stirring her pot. She sucked in her breath as his body ground against her tender clit. "O-ooh," she murmured. "I like what you do to me." She kissed him tenderly. When he shifted, his dwindling member finally vacated her. He rolled off of her and lay beside her.

Lisa snuggled up against him, draping one leg over his legs. Her left hand, the one with John's wedding band, tickled his chest as she nibbled on his ear. They remained cuddling and basking in the afterglow of love for some time. Finally, Lisa propped her head on her elbow and said, "You obviously had some other business you brought here to discuss. At first I was afraid for a moment that you wanted to talk business stuff before making love. I'm glad it didn't work out that way. Whatcha got?"

"Is your offer of coffee still good?"

"Certainly," Lisa responded, scrambling out of bed. She reached down to retrieve her dress.

"It's okay to leave that here. I'll go to the kitchen with you. And I'd rather enjoy the sight of your beautiful naked body than have it covered up."

"I'll take it with me, but won't put it on. Nobody comes around during the day, but if someone should come, I'd like to have the dress handy to slip on rather than making a mad dash back to the bedroom. You come naked, too. I like to watch your body."

Andrew grabbed the portfolio and followed the stunning body to the kitchen.

"So, what's this all about?" Lisa asked as she poured the coffee. "What do you take in it?"

"Black is fine. Thanks." Andrew took the cup she offered. While she poured her own, he sipped his, then started, "Actually, this is more about John than anything else."

"John?" Lisa was startled. "What can anything possibly have to do with him?" She hesitated an instant, then teased, "I already told you I wouldn't leave him, not even for you."

Andrew smiled. "Okay, first, let me establish some ground rules. I know that you girls - ladies - talk about me and probably about things going on at the company. Although the company is involved in this thing I'm going to tell you about, it is not about the company. It's about you and John, and what I'm about to tell you cannot be discussed with any of the other team members."

Lisa gave him a puzzled look. "O-okay," she said.

"I want to make some changes in the way the team works, and in how we work together. Until now, there's been an unspoken concern, fear even, about the husbands. What if they found out? How can we schedule around them so they won't find out. It puts you, Janice, and Stacy at a distinct disadvantage and reduces some of your earnings opportunities."

Lisa crossed a leg and noticed that some of Andrew's sperm oozed out, probably onto the stool, but certainly mingling with her trimmed pubic hairs. She nodded at Andrew's comments, "I hadn't really thought about that, but you're right. I'm always trying to figure out how to do more entertaining for you without John getting suspicious."

"Well, I'm working on a plan to disarm John and keep him from wanting to know too much."

Intrigued, Lisa smiled and leaned forward, her firm breasts beckoning to Andrew as her nipples hardened. This was getting interesting, she thought. And the interest began to express itself both between her legs and at her exposed tits. "And how do you propose to do that?"

Andrew took a sip from his coffee. "This is very important. Not all the details have been worked out, but even when they are, you must not let anyone, not even John, know what's going on or that you are even aware."

Now Andrew had her full attention. She even felt her ass twitch where his finger had probed her earlier. "Okay," she agreed.

"Technical Distribution is going to contribute funding to John's community charity work. Oh, it will be going directly to the organization, but it will be clearly understood that it's because of John. He will get a raise out of this and more stable income. We will be putting one of the Executive Committee on their board of directors. That will help stabilize your finances and provide John with a measure of self-respect. He will know that the funding is coming from our company - that will be public knowledge. We're even putting together a press release announcing the support. Only Samuel Holt, the agency director will know that continued funding is contingent on John being there and being taken care of properly."

Lisa scooted off the stool, smearing some of the oozing sperm on the cushion as she launched herself toward Andrew. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Yes, I truly do love you. I love you for taking care of my family, my John. B-but, how ... why ... how in the world did you pull this off?" She put her arms around him in a fierce hug that pressed her breasts into his chest.

"The ‘why' is easy. To help you financially and to ensure your family is taken care of. Also, this should free you up for more engagements, which will also help your income situation. The ‘how' is still in the works, but we're going to make a significant gift to kick it off, and pledge a monthly amount contingent on John's involvement. We'll also have some employee awareness rallies to see if we can encourage private donations which the company will match. I plan to meet John and discuss our company's interest in his charity." Andrew noticed that Lisa chilled a little when he announced his intention to meet John. "Don't worry about me meeting with John. It's designed to create awareness of the charity's dependence on our company and the role that he will have to play to keep us supporting. I'll be discussing mechanics of fund raising, and the likelihood that he'll have to travel out of town for seminars and to learn how other similar agencies do it."

Lisa nodded. That sounded reasonable, plausible, even. "But how will this free me up for more engagements?" she asked even as she realized that John traveling would help accomplish that objective. She remained standing next to him. Her chest was now heaving with excitement at the news, animating her firm, perky breasts. She took one of his hands and rubbed it against her breasts.

Although Andrew was distracted by her brushing his hand over her breasts, he continued, focusing on answering her questions. "We haven't discussed you, yet. Only John. This next part involves you, but it is also for John's benefit. We are planning to formalize the Entertainment Team's relationship with Technical Distribution ... at least partially. We will draw up a marketing services agreement that you can discuss with John, and the other two married girls can discuss with their husbands. Essentially, this agreement will say that you will receive compensation for helping with certain sales and marketing functions. These will appear to be dinners, seminars where a booth needs marketing people, assistance with individual sales opportunities - which is what you're doing now. You can be up front and tell him you're going with an account rep to meet with a customer. You'll have plausible cover for getting out. You'll still bed the customer, but it will seem like an innocent marketing engagement when you talk about it with John. Oh, and there will be at least two out of town conferences that the Team will attend and participate in some high level, fast action marketing - perhaps even non-stop."

"Wow, you've thought this through, haven't you?" Lisa circled him like a tiger planning to pounce. Her left arm reached around his shoulder. As she moved behind him, she pressed her bare breasts against his back and reached down with her left hand to grip his member, still slimy with their juices.

"There's more, lots more, but you get the picture."

"Now this agreement, does it cover payment? Are we getting all legal here?"

"Really, the Marketing Services Agreement is a cover designed to help with husbands - to alleviate concerns that they may have about your absences which may become more frequent. To help make this a legitimate business deal in their eyes, each team member will be on a $1,000 per month stipend - think of it as a retainer. That's extra money for each of you. The two on the company payroll will be getting a raise to cover that, since they are employees and already have a relationship with the company. Additionally, expenses will be covered for out of town trips - rooms, meals, and a per diem allowance. The daily rates will be generous, but there won't be compensation for each individual entertained during these conferences. We have no way of knowing how active you might be at these conventions. The per diem will be somewhere between five and ten thousand per day, depending on the conference. That should reduce the questions John might want to ask. Oh, and it's likely the employee rate would be suspended for these trips. Several members of the committee will no doubt want to take advantage of your availability - always by mutual consent, of course, but with no expectation of payment beyond the per diem."

Lisa tugged at Andrew's cock and got a satisfying response as she felt him stiffen. "Wow, this might work. It would sure make it easier on me if John knew that I was helping out with marketing. It sounds so innocent, but it's making me horny. I'm going to get laid a lot more often, and I like that idea."

Andrew chuckled. "There are still some things to be worked out," he said. "I'm working on a cover story about how the company decided to select you to help with Marketing Services. I haven't figured out how to tell John we're interested in you without tipping him off that we already know you. After I meet him at the agency, it would be helpful if you and I could arrange a happenstance encounter in some public setting, like a mall or something. I would already know him and he would introduce me to you. Then later, I could mention that we're looking for some marketing service help from attractive independent contractors. I wouldn't tell him the full compensation, but could entice him with the idea. If he brings it up to you, then mission accomplished. If he doesn't, we'll have to try something else."

Lisa continued to work her way around Andrew's chair. By now, she had her right hand draped across his shoulder. She nuzzled his neck and worked her fist up and down on his slick erection, which was nearly at full strength thanks to her efforts. "When we meet at the mall, do you want me to do this?" She lowered her head to Andrew's lap and engulfed his cock so it made contact with her throat. She energetically sucked his pleasure rod, giving him a lively blow-job.

Andrew sucked in his breath and straightened his body to give her face better access to his full length. He gasped, "I guess you - ooh - like the idea, huh?"

"M-m-m huh," she mumbled around his cock. Her head bobbed up and down. Her hair cavorted around her face, over his hips and tickled his abdomen and legs. Lisa continued murmuring indistinctly around the super sausage she was sucking as she twisted her fist around that protruding probe. Her wedding band flashed from time to time, a reminder to Andrew of John's prior claim to this voracious vixen. In an odd way, his mind told him that he loved her too, that he loved being able to help her stabilize her family finances just like Ron Griffith had helped his own family, that he loved her mouth on his cock, that he loved her insatiable sexual appetite. Her efforts paid dividends.

"I'm cumming," Andrew warned her. She redoubled her efforts and was rewarded with his love juices splashing her throat and overflowing her mouth. She swallowed what she could, and licked the excess from his sensitive cock.

The coffee was forgotten. Lisa gathered the cups and put them in the sink. She retrieved a rag and wiped the love juices off of the stool where she had been sitting. She selected another one and dampened it with warm water, then carefully and tenderly washed Andrew's flaccid cock, then wiped the excess ooze from between her legs. These chores completed, they migrated back to the master bedroom.

Andrew wanted to continue their lovemaking, but he was thoroughly spent. Karen had been keeping him busy sexually most nights, and now Lisa had worn him out with a very satisfying fuck and an abundantly successful blow job. At Lisa's suggestion they showered and played, but time was getting away from them and Andrew had to return to work. After the shower, he dressed. She followed him to the door, remaining naked for him. "I'll wait to hear from you," she said. "Don't take too long. I want to have more opportunities ... with you if possible, but with customers, too." They kissed and parted.

Andrew returned to work just after two. He felt a curious mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. The marathon love-making session with Lisa wore him out, but he returned to work energized because plans were coming together. He reviewed reports and worked on plans long after Caroline had gone home. Finally, he gave up and went home. Karen had already fed the kids by the time he got home. He helped her put them to bed, and gratefully accepted a warmed-up supper from Karen. He explained that he was working on ideas and developing plans to increase business with all the accounts so they wouldn't be totally dependent on one company. But he stressed that right now they needed some serious business from Ron's company until the others could be further developed. "I hate asking Ron for more support on this - he's already done so much for us, but we won't be successful unless his business tides us over until the others can pick up."

"I'm proud of you," Karen commented, "for thinking ahead. I think that it is important for you to develop more business besides GHI Industries. After all, Ron won't be in that position to help you forever and the next one in his job might go a different direction."

Andrew smiled. "That's exactly what I've been telling Chesterfield and the Executive Committee. They're beginning to buy in. It's just going to take time, and I don't have much time unless we can get serious orders from Ron at least one more time." Andrew helped her clean away his dishes, added them to the dishwasher, and started the cycle.

Soon, they settled in bed, where Karen seriously went after Andrew, gobbling his cock and urging him to fuck her socks off. Andrew did the best he could and managed to satisfy her before launching a token amount of love juice into her. He hoped it was enough to keep her from suspecting that he was making sperm bank deposits in other receptacles. Karen wasn't suspicious. She just thought that Andrew was working too hard, and she was aroused just thinking about Ron coming to town.

Author's Note: This installment ends rather abruptly because we are going to take a diversion to examine an important new character in the next segment. You don't want to miss Susan Dayton. She's a special delight, one that you'll enjoy.

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--Rhino