Going from a Company Executive to a Slut, Chapter 3
I experienced a sense of guilt and discomfort during the weekend. The sequence of events unfolded incredibly rapidly. During my corporate trip, I cheated on my husband Cam by sleeping with my now boss, Andrew. On top of that, I slept with six other company executives, with my husband's knowledge. It's challenging to comprehend how a marriage could endure following such actions.
I begged my husband for his attention while Andrew stripped me of my role as Vice President and promoted me to his personal assistant. Consequently, no other females have bold positions within the firm. Cam explained to me that many women favored support roles over the challenges, long hours, and accountability associated with being Vice President. He added that he believed I had become less anxious since our weekend getaway, where I was completely free of work distractions.
For the first time in a long while, there was no lingering anxiety, scarcely anything significant to consider, and it felt absolutely divine.
I perused my possessive walk-in closet. It accommodated a variety of pants and blazers, full-sleeved blouses, and conservative button-down shirts. Furthermore, it showcased an array of flats and loafers. Upon seeing this, tears started to glide down my cheeks. A wave of confusion struck me. During college, I studied women's studies and feminist theory. I learned that women were equally or even more competent than men. I had worked strenuously to reach the verge of attaining the top position in the corporate realm.
My partner, Cam, has always advocated for my career, even though his job exceeded mine, which never bothered him. He regarded me as an equal. He consistently treated me with respect rather than how the executives exploited me for sexual purposes.
I comprehended that I could never undo what transpired. Accepting that I had submitted to Andrew and the remaining executives' desires as their sexual playground infuriated me. Considering going on sick leave or quitting simply to hide at home for some time crossed my mind. If I faced these people at work, I'd be acknowledging my collaboration. The thought of which sent a tingle throughout my body, leading to a lubricated pussy.
Overwhelmingly, I realized that the world had deceived me. It had led me to believe I had to be smart, managing a group, and taking charge of a company.
These co-workers treated me as a mere sex object. Through their actions, they made me experience sensations I could've never imagined. I realized that I would never return to my previous self. The fulfillment of being the center of attention for all the guys in the executive team while experiencing hard, unforgettable penetration made me feel elated, more content than the endless years of trying to surpass them. It represented a raw, instinctive state. It felt like my natural dwelling place.
Embracing me, his arms cradled me, providing reassurance. While looking at Cam, I confessed I was agitated. I confessed that I had difficulty finding appropriate attire as Andrew had expectations of me dressing in a sexy manner.
Pouting, I appeared miserable.
Cam assists me in selecting a suitable outfit. A black pencil skirt that fell slightly below my knees and a red blouse I had worn on previous dates with him. The piece was relaxed and pursed slightly around the neckline, leaving the top of my feminine curves exposed. Uncertain about my breasts' loss of perkiness due to motherhood, I felt uncomfortable.
However, my thoughts were rapidly overwhelmed, and I needed to halt my mental race. I dreaded the possible backlash from our friends and relatives. Impelled by this intense sexual arousal, I acquired lip injections less than a day ago. The result was an overtly noticeable difference. Instead of being disconcerted, individuals admired my fuller, luscious lips. I'd only garnered favorable remarks. My daughter even gushed over my new lips.
While viewing myself in the mirror, I raised the waisted skirt's length to above my knees, accentuating my legs. Turning, I gracefully strode about, pleased with how I appeared. Read! Read! Read!
Turning to Cameron, I giggle. "Panties or no panties?" He laughs, "do you even have to ask?" Even my panties are on the conservative side. Cameron has tried to get me to wear thong panties for years, but I've stuck with hip huggers. I pull my panties off and hand them to Cameron and tell him to just throw them all away. "Get rid of them all Cameron!"
I'm feeling emotional.
Over the weekend I did some research about men like Cameron who are supportive and even encouraging after their wife cheats on them. He admitted to me it was always a fantasy of his.
With his support, it is now not even really cheating. There's an entire fetish called cuckolding, where men get off on watching their wives with another guy. Reading into it seemed focused on female sexuality and for many cuckolds, an enjoyment of humiliation.
Cameron admitted he enjoyed when I had sex with Andrew in the restroom at that company banquet. Having Mr. Warner sit at the table and talk to him about it while he waited for us to get back was humiliating yet arousing for him.
Then there were men I read about who like to wear their wives' panties, they're called sissies. I couldn't help but wonder if Cameron was like these sissy males?
If the roles were reversed, I would have been angry and would have left Cameron and taken everything! Instead, Cameron spent the weekend pampering me. Cooking family breakfast and dinner each night, buying me flowers, and checking in with me. It seems like he really understands me and my needs. I can't imagine too many husbands helping their wife dress slutty for their boss, knowing their wife is going to fuck him.
Finally, I put on a pair of high heels I've only worn out at night but never considered for the office.
Walking into the office, I'm wearing a lot more makeup than normal, my skimpy outfit, and heels. Giving up my usual confident posture, I worry about what my coworkers think about what I'm wearing. I notice a few employees smiling at me and think I might have heard a few giggles.
As I approach my private office, I'm suddenly stopped in my tracks. Shit! I think to myself. Ignoring the unease growing inside me, I walk up to the open door. "Good morning Scott." I glance around, taking in the familiar environment that used to be mine. Many of my belongings and decorations are still in place. Scott greets me with a warm smile, noticing the frustrations and humiliation I feel. He offers to have everything packed up for me. Quickly, I decline, telling him that there's only one thing I want, the family photo on the desk.
I ask Scott if he knows where my new office is. He tells me I'll have to talk to Andrew about it.
Noticing Scott closing the blinds to the office, he tells me to close the door. His words are straightforward and kind. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long, Riley. I mean, all the guys in the office have. My favorite part of our Friday night and what I can't stop thinking about, is you crawling to me."
I giggle, putting a finger nail to my lip. "You liked that huh?" I loved how Scott complimented me and shared that many of the guys in the office desired to sleep with me. It made me feel desired and wanted.
Scott flashes a smirk, "So, Riley, what position do you hold now?"
I giggle mischievously, knowing exactly what he wants. Crawling over to him, I unbuckle his pants and free his cock. Looking up at him with a seductive smile, I reply, "Office Slut."
I lick my lips, savoring the taste and feeling of his hot cum in my mouth. With the family picture in hand, I make my way towards the CEO's office, the biggest office in the building. Even though I'm no longer slumping, I'm walking tall with a devilish smile on my face.
Outside of Andrew's office, the empty personal assistant desk catches my attention. Surprisingly, there's a nameplate on the desk with my name on it. I can't believe it. How can he be serious? There's an adrenaline rush that fills my body, a mixture of arousal and fear. The feeling of relinquishing power and being humiliated only serves to turn me on even more.
I enter the office after knocking and him telling me to come in. Andrew is sitting at his new desk with a smug smile on his face. Standing in the doorway, I smile, not really knowing what to say or do. Touching my hair, I simply say, "Good morning Andrew."
He smiles, looking me up and down.
"Mmm, okay, so, I'm here. What now?"
"First, Riley, call me sir."
My pussy tingles from his tone.
"Sure, mate." I grin, twisting my locks along the way. "What exactly does your secretary do?"
He chortles, "It's straightforward. Prepare coffee every morning, handling calls, managing my calendar for the week, and tackling more intimate tasks—all while wearing the right attire." With a momentary pause, he casts a lascivious gaze at me and continues.
"Riley, you've looked pretty energetic. You're glowing. I could've dismissed you, but I figured this would benefit you. You're here, and I take that as you wanting to maintain your job and continue this?"
He's right. I haven't felt this joyful and eager for a while. It's almost like I've landed the most substantial account of my life. I smile, bowing my head slightly. "Yes sir, I want to be here, and I want to proceed."
"There's a mantra I want you to recite for the duration of this week. Kneel, place your hands behind your back, and push out your chest. Repeat the following."
I'm a sex object.
Obeying him, I relay the mantra, "I'm a sex object." I recited everything he commanded.
"I am my master's possession, and I shall address him as sir."
"I adore obeying my master's orders."
"The only reason I'm at the office is to be a scintillating sex toy, making men hard and cum."
He questioned whether I completed the task proficiently. I asked if he liked it. He commended me as a good girl and requested some coffee. I went to the office kitchen to fill his order. On my return, he ordered me to stop! To return to the task at hand and perform it again. "Your role is to be a provocative spectacle, Riley," he asserted.
When I came back in, I sashayed my hips whilst pushing out my chest, handing him the beverage. "I hope that was more to your liking, sir? Is there anything else?"
"Yes, model your attire for me." I wasn't quite sure what he had in mind, so I obliged and proceeded to sashay in front of him with my hips swaying.
"Move your hips, relax, make eye contact, and arch your back;" I followed his instructions, trying to impress.
"Show me your tits." I lovingly pressed in my breasts, which he seemed to appreciate. "Do you like my tits?"
He didn't comment on my tits. He ordered me to bend over and expose my ass.
I put one hand on the floor and raised the other to clutch my skirt, pushing my derriere skyward. "Like this, does my ass look appealing to you, sir?"
He instructed me to get on my knees and rest my face on the floor. With my skirt over my ass, I obliged, arched my back, and gazed at him. "Is my outfit suitable, sir?" Somewhat bemused and aroused, I moved to another pose, teasing him with a peek of my derrière as well as showing him my breasts. "Does my ass look good in this position, sir?"
Posing on all fours, I primped my breasts, wondering if my current pose garnered his admiration. "Shouldn't I be more arched in this position, sir?"
He was pleased with my efforts. "We both concur that you attempted to impress, but I'd love to see you clad in even shorter skirts and more noticeable tops. Feel free to approach."
Eagerly, I crawled to him. As he palpated my lips with his thumbs, he praised their allure, stating they were "an enticing hole to fuck."
"Fuck, your cock is gargantuan, sir." I relayed, whilst gingerly sucking him. The sheer gravitas of his member felt heavy in my hand. I fed him my tongue with an eagerness, basking in the sensation of him invading my mouth entirely. I engulfed his cock with my mouth and swivelled it back and forth. Struggling to catch my breath, I said, "Please, sir—can you fuck me?"
I removed my skirt to expose my posterior. He told me how pleasant my legs appeared in a skirt. A firm spank to my ass sent electric shocks through my being. "Oh!" I burst out in a mix of excitement and discomfort. Andrew told me that I fulfilled my duties during the week but could perform better. Proceeding with a powerful spank, he harboured euphoric sensations throughout my body. While rubbing his cock on my pussy, Andrew inquired my wants. Boldly, I shared, "I want to feel your cock inside me, sir."
Andrew slapped his cock against my vulva. "Fuck, I adore your ass, Riley," he praised me, rubbing his penis on my backside.
He gives me sensations I never felt from my husband.
He inquires whether I desire him.
"I desire to please you, sir."
His cock invades me.
I let out a loud moan, swiftly muffled by his hand covering my mouth.
"Holy hell, your pussy is so tight!" he growls.
I'm unable to help but arch my back and push onto his massive cock, longing for him. His shaft stretches and fills me, each thrust and withdrawal as my pussy clings to his dick, locked around his engorgement, propelling me towards a potent climax.
Roughly, he grabs my breast and squeezes my breasts. He continues to plow his cock into me. My body is trembling and convulsing as he takes charge of me, having his way with me in his office like a maniac. My groans are turning into shrill screams into his hand.
His steady pace excites me, my pussy contracting around his cock as my muffled screams signal to Andrew that he's delivering an orgasm.
Squeezing my nipples, Andrew grunts as my moans grow louder with the same intensity as his thrusts.
My body feels like limp flesh in his hands, becoming his submissive slut. "Yes, fuck me!, fuck me!" I cry out in a quivering voice. "You feel so fucking huge, sir." I moan. "You're going to make me cum again."
Grabbing my ass and spreading my cheeks, causing pain. He pulls me into him, his cock deep, buried inside my body! "That's it, baby girl," Andrew grunts as he's nearing his climax. "You like being a whore, don't you, Riley? This is what you need, slut!"
"Yes, yes!" I cry into his hand.
With one last thrust, Andrew roars as his balls contract and he releases his sperm inside me, saturating my womb with his scintillating sperm as we both reach our zenith together.
Withdrawing his flaccid cock with a loud slurp, his semen drips down my thigh.
Ecstatic tranquility takes hold of me. We kiss erotically, both heaving and panting from the strenuous episode.
"That was sensational," Andrew says with a contented grin.
I returned the grin. "Fuck yes it was."
I suppress a snicker. "It was absolutely arousing. I needed that." With a smoother motion, I lower my skirt and adjust my blouse.
As I approach the door, I look back playfully at him and disclose, "I'll be out here if you need anything else, sir."
I feel like a whore walking to my desk without any underwear, cum dribbling down my legs.
Sitting down at my office desk, I can't stop thinking about sex, my body yearning for more cock.
There's not much to work on here, and it's a relief to have so much spare time at the office. It brings a sense of ease. No decisions to make. Simple thoughts occupying my mind: I've become the office slut, and I'm grateful for it.
I take a few phone calls and periodically connect with Andrew, always addressing him as "sir". It's embarrassing every time someone passes my office or hears the person on the other end of each phone call is a past client of mine. In an odd way, I find this exhilarating.
I chat with Jack throughout the day, telling him how I've already had two cocks inside my body. Giving Scott a blowjob in my old office and Andrew deflowering me in his. I inform Cam I've turned into the office slut. Our conversation isn't typical of a husband and wife. It feels as if two close girlfriends are chatting openly.
I inquire if Cam is okay with everything, and he replies he's more than fine. He messages me he can't stop envisioning me. He tells me I'm sizzling, being a naughty wife at work. This ups the thermal energy between us. Checking my phone with a massive grin, I can't conceive how fortunate I am to have a husband displaying such support and encouragement. It makes me feel closer to him than ever before. It dawned on me that perhaps I should've started this sooner.
Studying my reflection in the restroom mirror, I freshen up and touch up my make-up. I couldn't stop myself from admiring myself. I feel desirable. The attention from men I'm now receiving. I revel in it. Catching hold of my breasts and pushing them upwards, I imagine they'd be more attractive. It causes me to snicker at myself. I text Cam, "I need a new outfit!" Snipping my skirt shorter with scissors to give it a sexier frame isn't the best solution.
Approximately an hour has passed since then, and Cam sent me a link for a website called "Revolve." There was a list of garments that he'd put together, brimming with sexier corporate work attire. The skirts were incredibly short, as were the tops, many of which displayed more skin compared to their fabric portions. There were even a pair or two of see-through tops. Alongside the clothing items, he'd added high heels to complete the looks. I was bewildered. A part of the list included workout gear and attire for staying at home, including bruisable shorts, form-fitting leggings, and crop tops. These are garments I would never have supposed to wear just a few days ago.
I've surpassed the stage where I wonder what others will think, and I cannot wait to showcase myself.
It became clear to me how much Cam enjoyed shopping! He was the one who always escorted the kids for back-to-school shopping and held the responsibility for buying special gifts for me.
The fashion items Cam had opted for were delicately constructed, although still rather skimpy. Nonetheless, they were posh products boasting renowned designer labels. Since our funds were presently unlimited, I was elated and informed him, "Go ahead, order everything, and send them here overnight! I don't have any seductive pieces in my current wardrobe!"
Cam responded with "LOL, done. Love shopping for my sexy wife :)."
I took sheer pleasure in this situation.
In the afternoon, Andrew sent me to Geoff Cole's office, who, apart from Andrew, represented the other C-level executives who hadn't attended the company reward banquet after-party when I got seduced by nearly the entire executive team. Andrew instructed me to see Geoff to complete some paperwork due to my freshly designated position. I was fond of Geoff, a man who balanced his executive authority with an opportunity for compassion. His responsibilities comprised hiring and firing workers, managing work conflicts.
I sensed Geoff's semen seeping down my leg as I crossed his office towards my position. He congratulated me with pride on my new position and reassured me that the paperwork was merely preliminary tasks. It aimed to guarantee consistent wages and that the executive team at large consented to my joining their management ranks. Standing at his desk, he praised the ecstasy he'd experienced during our preceding encounter and asked if I might visit him later in the week, inviting me to his workplace.
At my desk, I discerned Andrew's door was closed. Muffled sounds of apparent mating had filled the office, arousing my curiosity. Although the executive offices were flawlessly soundproof to maintain privacy for company information, I determined these sounds were moans.
As the door finally opened, an unsettling wave of envy consumed me. Andrew was escorting Aubrey out of his office with a hand on her backside. Her legs displayed a lack of strength as she exited.
"Hey, Riley," Aubrey chuckled.
"Andrew mentioned your promotion to client services," I replied.
Excitement radiated from her. "Thanks!"
Andrew delivered a smile. "You two take the remaining afternoon off and celebrate."
Aubrey and I found ourselves in an uproar with laughter. "Really?" Aubrey questioned happily.
Andrew's proposition delighted us.
We had a glass of wine that day. Aubrey confided that she received a handsome bonus and informed me such heavenly bliss wouldn't have transpired if not for my involvement.
I dismissed my feelings of jealousy. Aubrey exuded such confidence and sexuality, which for quite some time, I had always admired but never thought I'd be capable of attaining until now. I should be glad for her.
"You both have the afternoon off?" Andrew inquired with an inquisitive tone.
It caused immense merriment. "For real?" Aubrey commented blissfully.
Andrew laughed and responded, "Absolutely."
The two of us were overjoyed. We retired for a meal and had a few drinks, exchanging stories and advice. During those hours, there was an outpour of envy. I realized he'd slept with Aubrey while I was busy with Geoff. My emotional reaction subsided, remembering how attractive Aubrey's mindset was. Aubrey's admirable character and positive approach to life might have aided in my development.
We constantly had a great time. We intended to schedule bi-weekly drinks on Fridays and dances in which we could further exhibit our newly acquired sensuality.
Coming home to my family after a day filled with being intimate with other men felt tantalizingly naughty. Chatting a bit with Aubrey about Cam, she was flabbergasted. Aubrey expressed how fortunate I was to have a man like Cam as well as the ability to sleep with men such as Andrew. We laughed about it.
Pondering Cam, he's the polar opposite of those kinds of men. He elevates me to a pedestal, something I adore. Memory lingers of relationships prior to Cam. Guys like Andrew who fell short in the emotional aspect.
I interjected, "I believe I merely had inadequate self-esteem, and Cam entered my life soon following a rough breakup who simply provided a listening ear and friendship."
Aubrey agreed, "what lady wouldn't covet a cuckold? You're showered with attention. Can do and say whatever and he'll still be there despite your actions." This light-hearted comment from her spluttered amusement from me.
Upon approaching home, Cam awaited my arrival. Dinner had been prepped for our family. Despite an exhausting day of work and lunch with Aubrey, I surprisingly managed to get back home earlier than usual. A rather uncommon occurrence given my propensity for overworking nightly. Cam offered up a glass of wine and a kiss, before diverting to greet our children. Absorbed in their gadgets, they paid little attention.
Keen to have his hands all over me, Cam caressed my body. I attempted to protest, pleading for a shower, yet he deafened my objections. Creating an intimate environment in our bedroom, he eagerly raised my skirt. Beneath, his erection hung ready, its size unmistakable.
Coyly, I teased, "so it arouses you that your wife is a provocative female?"
His response was prompt and unreserved, "I can't justify it... but yes."
This remark drenched my lips, my fingertips drawn to the bulge in his pants. Seated on our bed, I began settling atop him. "You're the fourth penis I've encountered today." I gasped, reflecting on Scott, Andrew, and Geoff.
"Were they impressive?" Cam inquired.
A demonic grin curved my lips as my answer spilled out. "Indeed, Cam. My womanhood is sore, I'm so aroused I'm having difficulty feeling you. I'm just excessively humid and sensitive."
This insight sparked something in him: a glint in his eyes I've never witnessed before. I craved his penetration.
I now knelt in the center of our bed, seductively imploring Cam to deflower me. His attempts hadn't been successful. I figured out that me in control, grinding against him hit the spot between us, but it lacked the passion and ardor.
Upon instructing him to rest his head on the bed, Cam sampled my genitals with his tongue, savoring their taste. Swollen and flushed from my promiscuous afternoon, he arranged me over him prior to using his tongue lightly over my sex. My muscles tightened, overwhelmed by the familiar taste of my husband, contrasting with the ecstatic memories of the strangers who had temporarily dominated me.
Aroused, I toyed with his member, urging him to reach climax. His face twisted as his muscles contracted, releasing streaks of sperm. My body bucked in its peak, pleasure coursing through me.
"Bigger than yours?" bewildered Cam.
I hesitated, then teasingly pushed my sex into his face. "Indeed, their cocks are heftier. Longer as well, but Andrew especially."
Recalling Andrew's muscular form and the manner with how he tackled me left my body in convulsions, and I expelled torrents of fluid.
After we finished, he chuckled and disclosed that I provided him with the most intense orgasms and the best sex he's ever experienced. I didn't completely grasp his fascination with me being intimate with other guys, but I took delight in giving him such immense pleasure.
We chuckled and embraced one another warmly, affirming our love for each other. I whispered to Cam that I'd always cherish him. The connection we possess is a unique and incomparable treasure.
Cam inquired if I intended to continue engaging with other men, and I responded unhesitantly, "Yes, I wish to have more as long as it doesn't trouble you." It might appear peculiar, but Cam's acceptance and appreciation for my evolving identity only deepened my love for him.
On Tuesday, walking into the office felt similar to situations of shame. However, to my astonishment, nobody exhibited concern regarding my position at the firm. People greeted me with smiles, and even the males in the office maintained eye contact with me for a bit longer than usual, making me feel recognized.
By Wednesday, my appearance had gone through a significant metamorphosis. The modest office attire and subtle cosmetics I used to sport were now exchanged for a bold, seductive look. My hair was styled with loose waves that flowed down my face. I now invested more time in the morning on my makeup, emphasizing my eyes and lips with vibrant hues.
My new top was a captivating black tank, with a deep v-neck uncovering a glimpse of my chest. The lack of a bra accentuated my cleavage and nipples. My skirt, a charcoal grey mini skirt, clung tightly to my body. The heels Cam had purchased for me consisted of a 7" stiletto heel and showcased my toned legs, achieved through countless sessions at yoga and the gym.
It felt instinctive for me to showcase my body.
Prior to leaving the house, I passionately kissed Cam. I could tell he enjoyed the attire he had selected for me. I asked him if he'd like to buy me more new clothes, particularly workout and casual wear. Considering I was our family's breadwinner, it was only equitable that he assisted in revamping my wardrobe. His urgency to purchase these items fueled my craving for even more changes.
As I departed my residence, I recognized Mike, our neighbor, staring at me. I waved and shared a greeting with him, finding pleasure in teasing him since he's married, and his wife is away on a visit to their daughter in college.
At the coffee shop, a man courteously held the door open for me as he unabashedly observed my body. I felt lively and flirtatious as I ordered Andrew's morning coffee and decided to surprise him with a pastry as well.
I recollected that he had requested me to collect his dry cleaning, which I performed without hesitation.
As I sauntered into the office, I felt the world favoring me. I waved and greeted my colleagues with renewed self-confidence and tranquility. I observed that some of the other females wore less as well. Arriving at my desk adjacent to Andrew's office, I sensed it was my private territory. Placing my purse down, I knocked on Andrew's office door, receiving his "come in" signal.
As soon as I entered, I was struck by Andrew conversing on a phone. Without uttering a word, I hung up his freshly laundered clothes on the hook and set his coffee and pastry next to him.
While he was on the phone, I couldn't resist feeling a surge of excitement as he reached for my ass. "Hold on a second," he informed the individual on the other end, then prioritized his attention on me. "Holy shit. You look phenomenal, gorgeous girl. I adore this new version of you!"
I giggled and swayed my ass, eager for his approval and longing for his attention.
Andrew pushed his chair away from his desk and disrobed his trousers, uncovering his enormous cock. With zero reluctance, I knelt beside him and orally pleasured him as he carried on his call, seemingly on the verge of closing a substantial business deal.
By Thursday, everything felt like a joyous escape for me. My body was being treated to multiple men's advances now. Since Cam and I were newlyweds, I hadn't encountered this much sex. Yet, what differs is that I was twirling between various men, not just one.
Andrew was not merely fucking me; he was caressing my pussy with his tongue while communicating incessantly. Cam, on the other hand, wasn't just having sex with me; he was voraciously licking my pussy and confessing his adoration of how perfect I am.
I mentioned to him that he was welcome to fuck me as much as he desired, it's only fair. As we partook in some of our unbridled bedroom chats, he surprisingly confessed that he appreciated visualizing my pussy being available for other men to fuck.
Thursday rolled around again, and I anticipated the regular schedule. Mornings were for routine chores, followed by going to the office. My mind felt lighter. No more late nights at work meant better sleep. I was also more helpful around the house with Cam and the children. The only thing occupying my thoughts was how to present myself more alluringly. Sexual cravings were overwhelmingly present as well.
Upon delivering coffee and pastries to Andrew at the office, he greeted me with a grin. He didn't waste any time bending me over his desk. "What's the reason for your eagerness, sir?" As he thrust his cock into my pussy, he told me he'd sealed a deal with an internationally renowned spirits company worth ninety million dollars. Astonished, he told me I had to fly out the following morning to Bermuda to secure the CEO's signature.
Andrew's cock throbbed inside me, sending me into a shuddering orgasm while he told me to neglect any business talk or contract details. My sole responsibility was to keep him content with signing the agreement.
I had to cancel my Friday plans with Aubrey, something she readily accepted, and she couldn't wait to hear all the details of my escapades when I returned.
Leaving the office early that day, I reunited with Cam at the Chic Medi Day Spa. I wanted him present for my consultation with Dr. Carlos concerning my breast implants.
Reaching the spa early, we had time to work out in the gym. While Cam ran on the treadmill, I performed squats and core exercises, both clad in booty workout shorts and a sports bra. I felt comfortable in my attire and considered incorporating the full gym available at our workplace.
Following a shower, I changed into a caramel mini skirt paired with a more casual semi-sheer beige tank top and black heels. Desiring to make a statement at our meeting with Dr. Carlos, I chose my attire based on his penchant for transparent clothing.
Valery, the spa concierge and aesthetician, brought us into the exam room, allowing us privacy. After closing the door, Dr. Carlos extended a warm welcome to Cam, complimenting me on my appearance. While examining my breast, he brushed his hand over my nipple, revealing his arousal.
He turned to Cam, commenting on his impressions from our last meeting, where he assessed the quality of my lips. With a satisfied look, he returned his attention back to me, saying he intended to give me a detailed physical exam, focusing on the measurement of my breasts, their size, shape, skin quality, and placement of my nipples.
Blatantly groping my breast, he informed Cam that I possess enticing nipples, long, stiff, and erect when excited. Cam shifted uncomfortably, unable to hide his arousal.
"Remove your top, Riley, so I can inspect your breasts."
My obedience was instant. His hands cupped each of my breasts, lifting them. He encircled one with both hands and applied pressure, causing it to expand visibly. My nipples hardened in response. Dr. Carlos stroked my nipples gently. "You have lovely nipples, don't you, Cam? Riley enjoys this."
He looked at Cam then me, and both nodded.
Intrigued by the benefits of breast enhancements, Dr. Carlos displayed before-and-after images of different implant sizes. The initial one was smaller, yet showed significant improvement from its initial state. I took note of the implant size, 360 cc, which aroused me. The next female featured a larger implant, and her after picture showcased her pierced nipples.
He proceeded to display more photos until he stopped at a particular image.
"Lots of relationships bring themselves to me due to the wife requesting enhancements, aiming for a more organic tear-drop form which makes them feel more self-assured and stunning in their appearance. Remember the initial photo I demonstrated to you? The boyfriends often question incessantly and about the cost. Then there are those similar to you." He glanced at Cam, then at me with a smirk.
"I suggest you not endeavor to produce them to seem natural. The vast majority of individuals who do this ultimately regret they should have opted for something larger. Riley, a sexy woman like you. Your tits ought to appear falsified like the women on the screen. A man should be able to tell from your appearance that you consciously opted to be a sensual object. Is that not the case, Riley?"
I gazed at Dr. Carlos with his penetrating blue eyes. My pussy was soaked. I then looked at the before and after on the display. She looked remarkable, her after breasts big, circular, and clearly fake. She looked like a model. "Yes, Doctor." I whispered almost inaudibly.
Dr. Carlos now had his hand on my thigh, rubbing gradually until he was touching my exposed pussy below my skirt. His fingers grazed against the damp folds, then pushed a thumb against my clit rubbing it. Inserting two fingers into it. It felt more like he was evaluating it. I spread my legs for him as my skirt slid up, exposing my pussy to the air. Twirling his fingers within, he glanced again at Cam, then back at me.
Withdrawing, he conveyed my fingers to my lips so I might suck them spotless.
"If it works for you both, I'd like to schedule a surgical procedure for the following week. I'll need to adjust one of my current operations. You are special. Riley and I desire to get you in as promptly as possible."
I observed Cam. "I want to do it, Cam. Do you want me to do it?"
There was no hesitation. Cam promptly agreed.
Dr. Carlos advised us he had cleared his calendar, so he would have added time. Since my lip fillers had settled, he would also like to add additional filler.
Lying on the table, Dr. Carlos pinched my upper lips, two fingers with both hands. He also did the same with the lower lip. He pressed each, examining the shape. They felt engorged and fake. He disclosed I would encounter more bruising than the previous time. Nothing cosmetics couldn't conceal. He requested Cam's opinion on how my lips looked, and Cam stated he didn't believe he'd like me going through with it. That he cherished how they looked.
Dr. Carlos chuckled and remarked he sensed he would. The majority of males do.
He added that lip fillers aren't exclusively for women. He disclosed a few additional things he wanted to do with me, but after, if Cam would like, he can add some filler to his lips as well. "filled out lips would make your facial structure seem even softer and strengthen the current V form. I think you will appreciate it." Cam laughed and consented to consider it.
Dr. Carlos informed me he wanted to execute a treatment on my vagina. He described how he would utilize the identical sort of filler he employed on my lips to puff out the labia, enhancing their volume and a more youthful, firm appearance. "It will also create your pussy lips appear alluring in tight clothing, swimsuits, and workout shorts - a look I favor." He chuckled.
Addressing Cam, Dr. Carlos stated he also wished to perform a swift therapy called a Clit-Shot. It temporarily augments the clit in sexually active women. The remedy stimulates the tissues, boosting sensitivity, heightening sexual joy, and facilitating my ability to reach orgasms.
It stung for a moment, then an aching, prickly sensation surrounding my pussy and a torrent of wetness. Dr. Carlos grinned, discarding the latex gloves and picking up the syringes. He positioned his palm on my pussy, rubbing along my pussy lips and squeezing, the same way he did with my mouth. He brushed over my clit, sending another wave of arousal, making me believe I could cum at any instant.
"How does it feel, Riley?"
I snickered. "It feels like I'm about to cum." I prodded my pussy towards his hand, determined he shouldn't stop. Extending my hand toward him, I scraped my nails over the front of his pants, feeling his hard penis. The last time I was in Dr. Carlos' office, I desired his cock so ardently I wanted to make certain he realized it this time.
Turning to Cam, Dr. Carlos inquired, "Do you desire me to be the first to try my work, Cam?"
Cam glanced at Dr. Carlos' cock, my fingers brushing over it through his pants.
His mind must have been abuzz. Under his breath, he uttered, "Yes." and nodded yes.
Dr. Carlos laughed. "That's not good enough. I must hear you beg me to fuck your wife for you."
The way Cam talked to my husband startled me. "Dr. Carlos, could you please have sex with my wife for me?" she asked, taking a deep breath.
"Ohh..." I gasped. Carlos picked up the phone. "Valorie, I need an extra hour with my patients. Let them know Riley will be late for her appointment. Also, check if we don't have any more clients in the Med Spa today." He paused. "Okay, thank you."
Carlos took his clothes off. He was well-built, tanned, with just a few gray hairs on his chest. He asked Cam to take off his clothes, too. He told Cam he could stroke himself but try not to finish too soon. Comparing the size of Carlos's dick to the ones I'd been with, there was a noticeable difference. Carlos's was bigger than Cam's. His manhood was thick, and I couldn't grasp it all with my hand because of its thickness. It had a perfect curve, and its rounded head looked like a large mushroom. I could see the veins on it, giving it a warm feeling. His public hair was trimmed, and his large balls were shaved.
"It might hurt," he cautioned. I opened my mouth wide and wrapped my fake lips around the head of his cock. The pain was enjoyable. I sucked on his thick shaft while rubbing it on my face and sucking on his balls. His Dick stretched my mouth, and I enjoyed the sensation of my lips on his cock.
He massaged my pussy as he addressed Cam. "Do you like watching your wife suck my cock, Cam? Isn't it great how my lips look and feel wrapped around it?" He slapped my clit. I was overcome with pleasure, moaning loudly. "Riley, you have the best set of holes for a cock now, don't you, Cam?" Carlos pulled on my hair, moving my head up and down. I sucked on his cock as fiercely as I could while he facefucked me. "Riley, you want to be a fuck hole for cock, don't you?"
Taking me off his cock, my body ached with longing. I wanted to please him with my words and my body. "Yes, I want to be a fuck hole for cock!" Looking at Cam, "I want as many cocks as I can get, Cam!"
Cam was jacking off furiously. I could hardly see his dick with his hands wrapped around it. "Fuck, Riley!" He moaned and ejaculated onto his stomach. Carlos laughed, "too soon, Cam," and told him he could clean up in the bathroom.
Cam kept on watching as Carlos continued to use my mouth. "Riley, I'm going to have sex with you now. Cam, make my wife's pussy ready for me." He told Cam to focus on licking my swollen lips and clit. His tongue felt good, almost too much, as he licked my delicate clit. Carlos squeezed and flicked my nipples, saying he was going to fill them with silicone.
"Yes!" I whimpered. "Cam, you feel amazing. You're going to make me cum."
Carlos plunged his cock deep inside my throat, and I let out a scream of lust. Carlos pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. He asked if I was ready for him to penetrate me. I basically begged him to do it. "I really want your cock," I said, "I want to feel it inside me!"
He stroked his cock, and Carlos guided it towards my pussy. Cam was reluctant, but I encouraged him. "Go ahead, Cam. I don't mind other people touching my cock. You can suck on it if you want."
Cam insert his hands into his lap, ignoring me. I pushed my pussy towards them. My body craved to be fucked. So hesitant, Cam pushed his hands under Carlos's and had him place his cock deep inside me. He held it longer than needed, causing me to experience an instant orgasm.
"AH! Oh my God, I moaned, "You feel so fucking good!" I was watching Cam jerking off. I was getting fucked, and I was in disbelief from the sensations building up in my pussy. Another orgasm hit me suddenly, and it felt like it didn't stop. An endless orgasmic euphoria had taken over my body. I relaxed, feeling Carlos's rhythmic thrusts in and out of my pussy.
"Yes! Yes!" I cried loudly, enjoying Cam's thrusting and watching my pussy being stretched and pleasured.
Cam stretched his hand out towards Carlos's cock, touching it, while jacking off at the same time. He took his hand away and insisted on cleaning himself up in the bathroom.
Laying down on the bed, Carlos asked me if my lips felt good on his cock. I licked my lips, still gazing at Cam's body. This must've turned Carlos on, and his massive cock grew. "Cam, you're getting turned on just watching me. Why don't you join us?"
Dr. Carlos instructed Cam to make me suck his dick. I happily took in Cam's erect member, guiding it all the way down to the root and engulfing it with my big lips. Suddenly, this situation became perplexing. Instead of staying hard, his dick grew limp in my mouth. I used my lips to suckle on him, trying to get him hard again. The humiliation in his eyes was apparent, and I didn't want Dr. Carlos to notice.
Dr. Carlos caught on and reassured Cam. He explained that it's common for men like him to experience performance anxiety. As he continued thrusting into me, he asked Cam to rub his dick in a circular motion. "Rub your dick while you watch me fuck your wife, Cam," he directed.
Cam is aware of his small penis size, which makes him feel inadequate. He fears he won't be able to give me the sexual pleasure I deserve, with my cock delivering more intense enjoyment. Dr. Carlos resumed pounding vigorously into my pussy. I released a full-body orgasm, yelling out. "Isn't that right, Cam?"
As Cam's body thrust back, his shoulders slumped forward. His physical response indicated his release. I witnessed this pleasurable experience. He experienced his second orgasm typically.
Dr. Carlos slowed down again, massaging one of my breasts. He suggested Cam not clean up, adding he enjoys witnessing this humbling experience. This is a frequent issue for cuckold couples. The husband feels compelled to penetrate his wife, but when he does, she doesn't receive much satisfaction, which makes him feel inadequate. The wife allows her husband to penetrate her because she expects to do so. Despite feeling unsatisfied, he is her man. However, Cam's penis is below average in size. The only regret he and I share is not exploring this sooner.
"Cam, you're not less of a person if you can't give her pleasure through penetration. You likely don't experience as much pleasure either. By providing his wife with sexual satisfaction through other means, he can make her completely happy," Dr. Carlos explained.
Dr. Carlos escalated his thrusts, with each forceful pounding making a loud slapping noise. I felt his giant balls slamming into my ass. He reached his peak and held himself deep within me. He released several grunts as he filled me with sizabled loads of his semen. I also reached climax with him. Both our bodies relaxed when he leaned down and kissed me. "You're fantastic, Riley. I can't wait to fuck you again."
As Cam resumed rubbing his erect member, Dr. Carlos withdrew from me. I noticed his cum oozing out of his penis. "Lick her pussy, Cam."
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. Cam was doing it, licking my cum-filled pussy. He pushed his face into me, licking the folds. He penetrated me deeply with his tongue. He withdrew and started sucking on my clit, causing my pussy to contract. My body trembled and convulsed as I cried out in ecstasy, experiencing a powerful climax in his mouth. Cam buried his face in me, rubbing his dick, and moaned, reaching his third orgasm.
The three of us were immersed in a sexual trance, getting dressed. Dr. Carlos told me I'm lucky to have a husband like Cam, emphasizing I should make him feel loved. He suggested again that I spend time at the day spa for lashes while Cam undergoes lip enhancement. He proposed we enjoy sex without penetration, preferring to imitate how women do it.
"I can inject Cam with a stimulating shot. While this would prevent him from getting an erection, he'll still be able to climax," Dr. Carlos told us. He mentioned it was similar to the Clit-Shot. It was temporary. "You'll experience these effects for about six months, but Cam, a small dose, will only last around seven days. Consider it a fun experiment to try," he concluded.
After an eyelash appointment, Cam and I meandered through the mall. Men would still look at me, but less conspicuously than when I was alone or with Aubrey. My lips felt plump, my pussy felt unsatisfied, and I loved the eyelash extensions. I became addicted to improving my appearance, making it more feminine. I had to admit, I also adored the attention.
In the end, Cam allowed Dr. Carlos to inject him with lip fillers as well. His lips appeared more refined and natural in comparison to mine. However, the fuller, more defined upper lip provided Cam a more feminine appearance. The sensation of our lips touching was pleasurable.
Shopping with Cam was delightful, and he made me feel very confident as he complimented my choice of swimwear. We both enjoyed ourselves, discussing Dr. Carlos and their shared appreciation for him throughout our entire outing. It felt as if Cam possessed a renewed sense of sexual allure, mirroring my own experiences.
Upon returning home, carrying our shopping bags, we spotted our neighbor Mike outside his home, enjoying a glass of wine.
"Hey Mike, what a great night for a glass of wine," I called out cheerfully.
He chuckled, giving me a thorough once-over. "Your trip just got better, lady."
I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment. Ignoring him, I ascended the stairs into our home, making sure to murmur a quick hello to the kids before dealing with their hunger. Cam and I prepared a simple meal for them.
A subtle vibration in my pocket notified me of a text. I grinned, reading the message: "Wouldn't mind a little company if you're open to it." It was followed by a picture of two wine glasses.
A tingle of excitement passed through my body. Outside of work, I now desired intercourse at all times. I could easily imagine myself satisfying someone who desired me.
I typed a reply to Mike: "I'll see if I can manage to sneak away for a little bit."
As anticipated, he instantly replied: "I'll make it worth your while."
The thought of being flirted with by Mike made me grin.
Softly, I informed Cam that I might visit Mike for a chat and wine. I changed into some stretchy leggings and a light white crop top. As we discussed my plans with the kids, Mike requested my company.
Instruction:Please paraphrase this text to make it informal, simple, interesting, and engaging:
"Shopping with Cam was fantastic, as he constantly made me feel sexy. He was thrilled about my choice of thong swimsuits, making us chuckle and chat about Dr. Carlos. Are you aware that Mike, our neighbor, was outside drinking wine? He smirked as he surveyed my figure, offering a rather flirtatious comment. Feeling seductive, I decided to visit him briefly. I chose some comfy leggings and a see-through top, revealing the shape of my pussy. Despite being a mother, it seems I've transitioned into a full-fledged slut."
