Staying Employed, Part 9 (mmf)

I woke at 2:30am in a panic. My back was caked with dried cum and it was pitch black. Groggily I threw on my original clothing, stuffed the newer items in my duffle with no mind to folding them, and scurried out the door. The stranger (could I still say that?) had been nowhere to be seen. He must have left after our encounter. Half running down the hall, I frantically pressed the elevator button, racing to retrieve my car from the valet.

Somehow I didn’t get a speeding ticket on the way home. I snuck into the house as quietly as I could. In the living room the TV was on, and Keith was asleep on the couch. With the light sound of his snoring fading in the background, I tiptoed to the bathroom where I had a quick shower, scrubbing away at my back with hot water and soap. I took care to clean up any remaining lube from around my ass, too. Feeling raw both physically and emotionally, I dumped my clothes in the washing machine and crept to bed.

Despite my earlier exhaustion, I couldn’t sleep now. I lay in the dark, remembering the feeling of the man’s tongue as he licked my ass. The crashing orgasm at the single touch of his fingertip on my clit. And not least, the feeling of his cock sliding across my ass as he fucked my asscheeks. When I did eventually fall asleep, I did not sleep well.

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The next few weeks felt like a return to normal, of sorts. Having fulfilled my monthly obligation, apart from licking Ballard’s cock once a week I was otherwise living my normal life – albeit with more money in my pocket and a nicer company car. Every week it was a little easier to compartmentalize the 20 minutes I spent on my knees in Ballard’s office away from the rest of my otherwise normal life.

Midway through the next month though, Ballard actually wanted to talk to me after he’d shot his load. Since that one time on his desk, he’d been pretty vanilla, happily letting my lick his cock to orgasm while I played with his chest. He was mopping up the cum on his stomach when he spoke, catching me a little off guard.

“There’s a conference in Atlanta in a couple of weeks. I want you to come along – it’ll be good for your professional development.” I nodded as I tidied my hair up, watching him warily. “Plus, I think I will have a couple of your special assignments. Your last guest was extremely pleased.”

I frowned, and objected. “We agreed on one per month!”

Ballard smiled, not maliciously, but contentedly. “We did. As it happens, the conference runs the better part of a week. It starts a couple of days before the end of the month, and carries over.”

My stomach sank a little. This meant not one, but two strangers in the span of a week. So much for the new normal. There wasn’t really much I could say or do.

“Send me the details please so I can let my husband know.” Ballard nodded and waved his dismissal, and I left his office and returned to my own.

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That night I told Keith about the trip. He seemed pleased, even a little excited. “Maybe I should come along and we could tack a few days onto the end of the trip!” he said. His leg was coming along well, and the cast had been off for a few days now.

“It’ll be really hectic, honey,” I said trying to dissuade him.

“I don’t mind. I can sightsee during the day when you’re busy.”

I had to head this thinking off quickly before he got carried away.

“And have all the fun without me?” I asked in a playful way. “I’ll be slammed for the whole time I’m working,” I said. “How about this. I’ll stay after it’s over. You can fly in the morning after, and we can have a few days together then. See the World of Coca Cola and all that bullshit.”

He nodded, seeming happy with that idea. “Let me know the dates and I’ll book tickets. Maybe we can stay in the same hotel.”

“Probably out of price range, Keith. Why don’t you book us something for the day you fly in, and I’ll shift over hotels that day.” He nodded to that, and the plan was set.

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So it was less than two weeks later I was on a plane to Atlanta. We landed at Hartsfield-Jackson, and took Uber Black to the hotel where we were staying. It was also where the conference was at.

The place was gorgeous, as well as huge. I had my own room, and it was swanky if not as big as the suite I’d had my last special encounter. I stripped down and jumped in the shower, eager to wash the travel off my body. My mind drifted back to that night in the hotel room as I showered, and before I knew it I was shuddering in orgasm, having masturbated right there in the shower to the thought of a stranger licking my ass.

I felt guilty, but probably not as much as I would have a couple of months ago. It had happened – what harm in remembering it? Or taking a little pleasure in it, for that matter. Done is done, after all. Right?

Ballard texted me a room number and a time for later that night. He wanted to get our inter-company relations off to a strong start I could see. I scribbled both down on a notepad by the coffee machine, and deleted the text from my phone. There were no other instructions, so I assumed it would be a pretty run of the mill visit. Just your typical ‘visit a stranger in their hotel room and make them cum’ kind of thing.

I had packed some sexy clothes and lingerie, and didn’t even need to hide it from Keith since he would be meeting me here in a week. As the time drew closer, I covered my breasts in a black push-up bra that, quite frankly, made my tits look enormous. Matching panties went on, followed by my skinny jeans and a figure-hugging top that did little to hide the shape of my breasts.

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A short while later the elevator doors opened two floors above my own, and I walked down the hallways until I located the right room. I took a few deep breaths, and then knocked on the door. I heard someone flip the door latch, and then it opened wide to reveal a tall, well built guy. He was wearing a plain white tee, and a pair of jeans. He was also barefoot. Smiling widely, he stepped aside and gestured me in.

“I’m Todd,” he said in a friendly manner. Unlike the other men so far, he seemed genuinely nice and happy to see me in a way that lacked the predatory hunger of the others. I stepped into the suite. The door closed behind me, and I scanned the room before I froze. There was a second man sitting on the couch in front of the television. What the fuck?

I turned in a panic, but Todd held up a hand. “Relax, lovely. It’s not what you think.” I arched a brow at him, and crossed my arms over my chest. The gesture just served to bring attention to my tits, and I saw his eyes linger on them for a moment. “This is Geoff. He’s my husband.”

I blinked. I blinked again. “What?” I blurted out artlessly. I didn’t like to stereotype, but the hunk in front of me didn’t give me gay vibes.

“My husband,” Todd explained patiently. “I’m bi, and, well, you’re here tonight to make one of my fantasies come true.”

“I’m not getting spit roasted,” I protested quickly, but he shook his head.

“We both know the rules. You’ll just be taking care of me,” Todd said. He seemed so relaxed, and confident. “Geoff will.. Also be taking care of me in a different way.”

They offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted with a nod, and drank a quick gulp. Todd watched me, and even though he was still calm and friendly, I could tell he was attracted to me. He eyed my body in a way that was flattering. Perhaps it was just his frank admiration – he was open about ogling me, but his energy was so steady.

While I drank my wine, he turned to Geoff, who was sitting beside him on the couch. They began to kiss. I continued sipping my wine, a little more slowly now. After a short while Geoff stood, and drew Todd up with him. Geoff was the shorter of the two by several inches, and while he was a decent enough looking guy, he just seemed.. Less next to his husband. Without a word, Geoff undressed Todd, first taking his shirt off, then unbuckling his jeans and sliding them to the floor. The bulge in Todd’s boxer-briefs was noticeable. It was significant. Geoff slid the briefs to the floor, and the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen sprung into view.

It was large, both long and girthy without being the kind of clown-cock you saw in pornos. It had a slight curve upwards, but was otherwise straight – no bend to either side. I stared in amazement, and then realized that Geoff was looking at me expectantly. It occurred to me that Todd wasn’t the current or prospective client for our agency. Geoff was. I was Geoff’s gift to Todd.

I stepped forward and wordlessly slipped to my knees in front of Todd. He looked down at me with a slight smile on his face – naked, he still looked confident in a way that most men couldn’t pull off. I reached up with my right hand, and gently cupped his clean-shaven sack. Even his balls were the perfect size. Holding softly, without squeezing, I took a hold of the head of his dick with my other hand. Lifting his cock up, I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around the base of his penis. He groaned, and pushed his hips forward slightly. He smelled nice – not of aftershave, or some overdone body wash. He just smelled clean. He tasted clean.

I began to slowly jack him off with my left hand, my right still cupping his balls. My tongue circled and darted around the base of his shaft, building his anticipation. He was clearly enjoying it, but clearly wanted me to move up to more sensitive parts. I ignored him, and kept at it.

Geoff moved around behind me, and took a hold of the bottom of my top with both hands. Knowing what he wanted, I let go of Todd’s pieces, and raised my hands over my head. When my top came off, I heard a moan from Todd. He was staring fixedly down at the mountain of cleavage created by my bra.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Geoff said with real tenderness in his voice.

I grabbed a hold of the base of Todd’s cock with my right hand, and started licking around the head of his penis. Again not where he really wanted me to be working, but I knew the visual it gave him as he looked down must have been arousing. I can’t have been too wrong, because a large drop of pre-cum slowly oozed from the tip of his dick. I paused, looking at it glistening in the soft light for a moment before I darted my tongue out and licked it up. I felt guilty for enjoying the loud groan that came from Todd’s mouth at this, but couldn’t help myself.

I felt Geoff moving around the room, but was too busy to notice much what he was doing. My tongue was working all over the head of Todd’s cock, occasionally darting down to stroke at the underside with a teasing swipe. Todd was loving every moment of this, and every time I saw pre-cum leaking from him I would lick it up with a quick movement.

Geoff stepped behind Todd, and wrapped his arms around him. I glanced upwards from my work, and saw that Geoff’s arms were bare now. When had he taken his shirt off? They stayed like that for a while, and I continued my teasing movements. Geoff’s arms unwrapped from Todd. A moment later I heard Todd give a different kind of groan, and I felt his cock swell underneath my tongue. I raised my eyes again, and saw Geoff’s hands were on Todd’s hips now, and they were pressed close against each other. Was Geoff doing what I thought he was doing?

Sure enough, Geoff started to slowly move his hips back and forth, and I could feel Todd’s cock responding. Geoff was fucking his husband in the ass while I liked his husband’s cock. That’s one hell of a birthday present, if you swing that way. I shifted gears, beginning to move my tongue in long strokes from base to tip along the underside of Todd’s cock. I had to focus a little to keep control, as Todd’s hips were moving back and forth under the pressure from Geoff’s thrusts.

Forgetting about Geoff for a moment, I went back to admiring Todd’s cock as I worked on it. It really was beautiful. Hell, Todd was beautiful. Everything about him just seemed so perfect. He was pushing his own hips back and forth a little now, and I could tell how turned on he was. His eyes were fixed on my breasts, and after a moment’s consideration I reached my hands back and unclasped my bra. My tits spilled out, and his eyes widened as he watched them sway while I worked on him.

Todd leaned down and cupped my right breast in his left hand. I could see it threw Geoff off his rhythm a little – the shift in balance and body positions coming by surprise. Geoff took it all in stride – or thrust – and slowed for a moment to let Todd have his fun. Todd slid his hand over my tit, rolling my nipple around in the palm of his hand. It was slow, and sensual. It turned me on.

I gave a small moan, but bent my head back to my work. Geoff slowly began to move again, but Todd didn’t stop his caressing of my breast. As I worked on this perfect cock with this man’s hand groping my tits, I began to feel an ache in my groins. Part of me wondered what it would feel like to have this prick inside of me, filling me up. Part of me wanted to have it inside me. I slid my knees apart a little, and dropped one hand down to rub myself through my jeans. Honestly, it just made things worse.

I let go of Todd altogether and stood for a moment, kicked my shoes off, and slide my jeans and panties down to the floor in one movement. Kneeling back down in front of him, naked now, I resumed licking his shaft from base to head. But now, my spare hand was sliding across the bare lips of my own pussy, lubricating my fingers in my juices. When I moved my slick fingers to my clit, I quickly felt the heat building inside of me.

With my own desire rising, I moved my mouth up Todd’s shaft to just below the head and began to really go to town. I swirled my tongue over the most sensitive parts of his cock, and used my spare hand to cup his balls again. He bucked his hips forward, pressing against me even as he got plowed from behind. Todd’s eyes were half closed now, heavy with his pleasure. His breathing was ragged. His cock was so hard, straining as it was under my tongue’s ministrations. I could feel the stiffness of it, the swelling. It was like warm marble – a living statue of an artist’s idea of a perfect penis.

I don’t know why. I think it was because it was his birthday. Perhaps I just got carried away. I opened my lips and took the top of half of his glorious cock in my mouth. He gave a gasp. I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. And I winked.

I felt his cock swell, expanding inside of my mouth. A long jet of warm cum flooded across my tongue as I swirled it over the bottom half of his shaft. Then his cock began a series of pulsing twitches between my lips as his load jetted into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, and then I felt my own orgasm rising. It hit me, and I lost all sense of time. My tongue moved mindlessly all over his cock as it continued to deposit his load. My own hand worked my clit as the waves of pleasure crashed over my body again and again. It felt like I spent an hour, coming and swallowing his cum.

Slowly, eventually, it all subsided. I heard Geoff say “Oh my” and looked up to see him staring down at me with wide eyes as I let Todd’s softening cock slip from my mouth. “Aren’t you naughty,” he said with a mixture of surprise and what sounded like a touch of worry.

I gave one last swallow, and felt the slimy remains of Todd’s orgasm slide down my throat. “It’ll be our little secret,” I said with a small grin. I felt shame and guilt at what I had just done, but a sense of… pleasure also. I had just voluntarily taken another man’s cock into my mouth, and swallowed his load. And had an orgasm while doing it.

As I dressed, I promised Todd and Geoff I wouldn’t tell Ballard or anyone else of my own breaking of the rules if they didn’t. My feelings of guilt were growing as the afterglow of my orgasm faded, and by the time I left to return to my room I felt truly ashamed of myself. I had been like a bitch in heat. I’d cheated on my husband in a way that was willing – I had chosen to cross the boundary I’d put in place as a sign of my faithfulness to him. It was absurd, in its own way. But I had convinced myself that as long as none of them penetrated me in any way, I was still the good wife. The honest wife.

What was I now?

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