Behind Every Successful Man (Part 1)

INTRO: ALICE

I met Oliver when I was 18 and he was 21 and I immediately knew he would change my life. He could do more than that. He could change the world if he put his mind to it. He just didn’t know it. After we’d been together for a couple years it became abundantly clear that Oliver was the type of guy who needed a little help to realize his full potential. We married when I was 21 and in addition to the vows I spoke aloud, I made a vow to myself that I would do whatever was necessary to help him along.

1. OLIVER

After work I called Alice to let her know I was going to be home late. I had to grab a drink with some guys from work. I was angling for the promotion to Head of Special Projects at Johnson, Schafter, & Kant and was quietly questioning my coworkers to see who else had the same goal. Being a lawyer was frequently miserable but I had gone through all of it to try to help people and the Special Projects division is where I can help people in need instead of helping some millionaires merge their dumb fucking companies to minimize tax burdens. I worked my ass off and now, at 27, I would be the youngest department head at the firm. I had a real shot at it too, but Blake Long was going for it too and he was going to be a real competitor. He had gone to Mr. Johnson’s alma mater and Johnson definitely liked him better. The job was just status to him. I doubt if he cared about helping anyone.

I got home and the apartment smelled divine with the dinner she was making. She could be a chef but she was happy being a housewife. I made enough money that we didn’t need the second income but I wondered how she was fulfilled like that. She came out of the kitchen in her apron… just her apron.

“There’s that man of mine!” She gave me a big hug and I squeezed her firm bare ass. “Dinner’s almost ready but there’s just enough time for me to have an appetizer!” She dropped to her knees and undid my pants. I hadn’t even shut the front door yet. She pulled my cock out and wrapped her cherry red lips around my shaft. Her tongue played with the tip, then she took it all the way back to her throat. My married friends had all warned the blowjobs would stop when we tied the knot but after three years of marriage she still sucked with the same enthusiasm as when she was a teenager, but now with even better technique. She took me out of her mouth and sucked on my balls, looking me right in the eyes. What had I ever done to deserve the love of this amazing woman. “Ollie, I know you don’t have trouble lasting, but if you don’t want the tri-tip to burn, I’m going to need you to finishing a lot quicker than usual.” She kicked the blowjob into high gear. I grabbed her by the hair and fucked her face for a bit. Then I gave her the kind of messy facial she loved. She told me she loved me and went back to the kitchen to finish dinner.

Over dinner, I told her about the promotion and how Blake Long would probably get it.

“You’ll get it, babe.” She said.

“But Blake-“

“Isn’t half the man you are. You’re a winner, Oliver. You know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because I wouldn’t let a loser fuck my ass tonight.” She stood up and bent over the dining room table. I wasn’t going to let a challenge like that go unanswered. I fucked her ass all night long.

3. BLAKE

I had been absolutely crushing it at work so I needed to smash some strange. For a fucking trophy wife Sophie doesn’t get anywhere near as freaky as I need. Though really even if she was, an alpha spreads his seed everywhere he can. But I didn’t have time before my lunch meeting to seduce a bitch so I decided to hit up Antoinette’s. Antoinette’s girls know their shit and they’re flexible, literally and figuratively. Not to mention it’s some elite members-only shit. High end all the way. So I call up the number.

“Antoinette’s Health Spa, how can we help you?” They have a fully functioning health spa . Only real alphas know about the whorehouse. I’m sorry, “bordello,” because it’s a CLASSY whorehouse.

“Juniper Keystone.” The passwords were always some meaningless bullshit phrases that change every week.

“I’ll connect you.” Two… three… four…

“Mr. Long, how can we help you today?”

“I need an appointment. Quick one. Thirty minutes. I’ll pay for the whole hour if it’s Lolita.”

“Lolita is with a different client for the entire morning, and with all due respect you have to pay for the whole hour regardless of who your therapist is.” Ha, therapist. Their fucking euphemisms crack me up. “We have a new therapist, Aly, who would be fit well with your particular needs.”

“Sign me up with her, then.”

4. ALICE

In college my best friend was this girl named Toni. She was WILD. She partied nonstop and every crazy thing I ever did back then I did because she talked me into it. She would have flunked out of college if it weren’t for me. Instead she got a business degree. Now she had a wildly successful business. She offered me a job there when it started. Said it would be a perfect fit for me. Maybe it would have been but I knew my most important job was getting Oliver to be the man he was destined to be. Toni said it wouldn’t be the same without me, but she still owed me big time if I ever needed a favor.

5. BLAKE

When I got to Antoinette’s the receptionist led me through a plain-looking door that led to the real moneymaker of the operation. They took me in a door I had never seen before. There was a glory hole inside.

“The fuck is this?” I said.

“Aly is a freelancer. She works in anonymity. We know that is… not what you’re used to. So the glory hole gives her a chance to prove she’s worth it.”

“Anonymity? So I just fuck her through the wall?”

“No, if you decide from her… audition, that’s she’s worth it, you’ll be let into her room and blindfolded.”

“And if I don’t, you get me a better girl?”

“Due to the last minute nature of your call no one is available currently. But if you decide against it, you will not be charged.”

“Fuck it, I got to nut before this meeting. I’m in.” I dropped my pants. The receptionist looked down and smiled. She grabbed my dick and led me to the wall. She guided my dick through the hole. She was fine, I wish she was the one doing me. At least I knew what she looked like.

Then I felt a tongue graze the tip of my rod. It was like… Tentative or some shit. So I guess “freelancer” meant nonprofessional. Some bored trust fund brat who wants to feel like a whore every now and then. What a waste. I hoped I’d bust during the beej and get out of here free. Then her lips wrapped around me and her tongue started getting me really excited. Maybe she was a pro after all. It was great but she kept revving me up and backing me off.

“So are you interested in Aly?” The receptionist asked.

“Yes.” Fuck, no free nut but I needed to bust before my interview. The receptionist led me to a room and blindfolded me. She also undressed me. Then I heard her leave (bummer). Another hand grabbed me by the cock and led me to bed. This must be Aly.

“Well, they didn’t name you Mr. Long for nothing did they?”

“You know it, babe. How about you let me see you?”

“That’s not how it works, sweetie. But let’s play a real fun game.” I heard a clicking noise. She grabbed my wrists and handcuffed me to the bed posts.

“Whoa, hey there, I got a real important meeting.”

“I don’t think you’re going to make it Mr. Long.” I heard her get up.

“What the fuck? You’re blindfolding me and handcuffing me and not even fucking me?”

“Sorry.”

“This is what I get for seeing a fucking ‘freelancer.’ You’re some bored chick who wanted to feel like a slut and bitched out. You’re probably a shit lay anyway.”

Silence. Then I hear footsteps getting closer. I felt the weight of the bed shift as she climbed on.

“I guess it is mean to leave you with nothing.” I thought I heard some kind of beep.

She straddled me and her hand guided my cock into her tight cunt. My god it felt incredible. She bounced and started moaning. Between her moaning, the grip of her twat, and just how horny I had been all morning I didn’t last long.

“Oh FUCK YES, you sexy fucking whore!” I screamed as I painted her insides with my cum.

She climbed off. “Thanks for that, Mr. Long. Sorry about your meeting.” This time I did hear her leave. The receptionist didn’t come to let me loose. I stayed handcuffed to that bed for three hours.

6. SOPHIE

“If you’re unsatisfied, why do you stay with him, Soph?”

“I signed a prenup. I leave him, I am broke.”

My phone beeped all of a sudden. I got a message on my phone. Didn’t recognize the number. I opened it. It was a video. A selfie camera sex tape. The woman’s face wasn’t in it (slamming body though). The guy… he was blindfolded but it was definitely my Blake.

“Oh FUCK YES, you sexy fucking whore!” He shouted on the video.

“Soph… don’t most prenups have big payouts if there’s proof of infidelity?”

“Yes they do.”

7. ALICE

Well, I hadn’t expected to enjoy that so much. But that’s besides the point. The point is Oliver’s main rival won’t get that promotion now. And I would do anything from Oliver. But my work wasn’t done. I’d knocked out the competition but his boss would still need to be convinced. Luckily I knew he had a lunch meeting where the other party would not be attending. A wife’s work is never done…

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