Babs Ch. 02
Modern Marriage
Upon my return from my first session with Barbara, Sally McCord met me at her door. It was hard for me to gauge her mood. Was she concerned for Barbara, for my eternal soul, or was she getting a little charge out of this? After I took a shower, I went over things with her. I concluded it was all three. But I asked her for specifics.
“I mainly wanted to be sure that you made an extraordinarily strong impression on them that things had changed, permanently. Sounds like you gave Robert a big dose of excitement, and then promised to take it away forever if his sales performance did not improve. The next few weeks will tell the tale, I think. You were genuinely nice to Barbara. You could have called her a complete slut and treated her like a cheap whore.”
“So why didn’t I?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t want to drive her and Robert together. I wanted her to side with me against him, especially until he turns around his performance at work. And I am going to treat her like a slut, about half the time. The other half like a sweet lover.” I touched Sally’s ass.
She hugged me. “Good plan, Adam, good plan.” I then surprised myself. I was totally into Sally and pleasing her and kept at it for a long time. It was very different, almost like I was a different person.
Barbara made a habit of calling Sally on Wednesdays to talk about what happened on Tuesday nights. The first time she did it, I was a little taken aback, but after that, nothing surprised me. Sally called me after she rang off with Barbara.
“Adam, don’t leave a full condom behind anymore!”
“Why not? I thought it was a nice nasty touch.”
“Oh, its presence shocked Barbara all right, and certainly pushed reality right up in her face. Luckily, she was able to grab it and throw it away before Robert did more than just smell it! She said he looked like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He was hard. She was disgusted!”
I had not thought about that. Some of this stuff is just not natural, or maybe it is but I’m not perverse enough to anticipate it.
“And you can’t do her at their house anymore, either?”
“Why not?”
“Nanny cams! Barbara found two of them already. They already had a babysitter cam in their living room, but Robert apparently put two more in the bedroom Wednesday morning. So, use your place or go to a hotel.”
“A cheap motel seems appropriate.”
“Not too cheap. You need some sound isolation. How were his sales numbers?”
“No change yet. I would expect it to take a while before improved effort yields any visible results. I’m looking at his phone logs and browser history carefully. He is making more calls, and we have always blocked porn sites at the office. So far it looks like he is searching for prospecting data like he should be.”
Sally added insights from Barbara into the memo for the lawyer and copied me on it. What weird things you sometimes have do when you run a business!
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Next Tuesday morning, Robert had a few more reorders logged, and the prospecting activity was back to his old levels. Too soon to be sure, but at least the early indicators were not negative. The rest of the business was humming along fine, which always made me nervous, like another shoe was about to drop.
We had one contact from a ‘middle market investment bank’ that was really a business broker, asking for company information and if I would consider an acquisition offer. I said I would always listen, but I would not supply any more information nor commit to any sort of representation agreement. That was usually where these things stopped.
I had Babs meet me at a low traffic high end suites hotel way up north in the ‘tech corridor’. I was impressed. She had changed her hair style and was dressed in a believable business outfit with a high but tight bodice, and she was hot. She looked right at home at this hotel. She also looked alive and excited. Today, I was going to start sweet and finish rough. Very rough.
I started with small talk and no mention of Robert or their problems. It was like date night for her. I brought her a little gift box that I told her she could not open until later in the evening. I set it on the nightstand and proceeded to seduce her like it was our first date. I wanted to have a conversation to get her feeling warm, but I couldn’t talk about Robert or the kids, that would bring her down. I ended up talking about her new outfit, which I thought was classy, but hot. She responded even better than I thought she would: she blushed.
“I like your outfit, Babs, but I would like nothing better. I like your new hairstyle a lot, but there is another new ‘nothing’ hairstyle I want to see, too!”
She froze, her blush extending to her neck and shoulders. She looked even better. Then she figured out what I wanted. She stood and began to unbutton her dress.
“Slowly, Babs. I want to enjoy watching you.”
She made eye contact with me. I should have turned on the radio for a little music. Her eyes were on fire!
By the time I got to see her nipples, they looked like pink bullets. She even held her perfect breasts up a little bit as if she were offering them to me. I knew they already belonged to me. I had it writing.
She paused. “Continue, Babs!”
She did. Her newly waxed pussy looked good enough to eat. I sat in the upholstered chair next to the bed. I used my finger to beckon her to approach me. When she got close, I grabbed her left ankle and placed it up on the right arm of my chair, exposing her completely and making her work to keep her balance.
I slipped a finger inside her — she was already wet. I frigged her fast and her legs shook as she struggled to stay upright. Her eyes stayed glued to mine and I was really liking it. I reached under her ass and pulled her towards me and sat back against the big chair. This was a close as she was ever going to get to sitting on my face. I wanted her to feel good and on top. For just a little bit. It wasn’t hard to get her to come, she was primed and ready, and she took great pleasure in grinding one out against my face.
She was surprised when I tilted her up and began to eat her ass just as aggressively as she had fucked my face. It did not phase her for long, and she began to bounce up and down a little bit, fucking my face with her ass. Okay, Babs, trigger time.
I tossed her roughly onto the bed, put two fingers in her pussy and one all the way up her ass, and licked her clit. She screamed and shuddered: she had not expected the finger up her ass, but she took it well and I felt her begin to relax around it. I pushed it further and used the other two to search for her G spot. I found it. I increased the stimulation of her clit and her G spot and waited until I thought she was just about to come, and then I pushed that finger even farther up her ass, and she exploded. I was training her, grooming her. Getting her ready for my extra thick cock up her ass, and to associate its protrusion with her impending orgasm. I would not take it tonight. I would likely not penetrate it until Robert had a sales success and could get a double reward by watching. But I wanted her to be ready for it. I wanted her to crave it. I left my one finger in her ass and withdrew the two from her pussy, and sealed my mouth around her clitoris, pushing further into her ass and licking her until she came.
We were both breathing hard when I released her. “Your pretty waxed ass is almost irresistible, Babs!”
She drew a big, slow breath. “Does that mean you are going to fuck it now?”
“No, we will wait for your husband to be ready to watch that. But we are going to get it ready for me.” I handed her the gift box. “You can open that now and I’ll help you with it!”
I had found that little gift after reading an article in a biz pub that was entitled something like “top ten weird tech trends”. Number five was something called “teledildonics” or long-distance remote control of dildoes and other sex toys. I did at least one teleconference every day, and my doctor did office visits via telemedicine, so I guess this was a logical next step. I bought one for Sally McCord, too, but had not yet decided when to give it to her.
Babs opened her gift box to find a strangely shaped bulbous thing that looked like a small, elongated egg on one end and had a miniature curved handgrip on the other. It was smart butt plug. She looked at it curiously.
“Where do you think that goes, Babs?”
She held it at different angles, I suppose trying to visualize exactly what would go where. I took it from her.
“Open your mouth Babs!” When she did, I popped it into her mouth and kept a grip on the little handle thing. I started kissing her ass again.
“Get it nice and warm in your mouth, Babs!”
When she involuntarily opened her legs up again, I took the butt plug from her mouth and rapidly pushed it inside her ass. She made a grunt and then an astonished noise, then glared at me.
“That was uncomfortable!”
The little handle just barely emerged from her anus and served as an antenna for the Blue Tooth control signals from my phone. I just smiled, and began making out with her again, gently kissing and caressing her. She began to warm up again.
Then I took out my phone. She looked at me funny. I opened the Butt Plug app and hit start. Her eyes got wild. I am sure she had never felt anything like that.
I whispered into her ear. “Whenever you feel that Babs, think about my thick cock forcing its way into your tight little ass!” I went down on her until she was totally wet, and then fucked her pussy hard. I could feel the unmistakable effect of the butt plug, so it must have been even more noticeable for her. Just as I sensed she was about to come, I boosted the butt plug’s vibrations up a notch. She had a long rolling orgasm and made some very gratifying noises, then cried like a baby. I wanted to develop a stimulus/response pattern that totally reinforced anal penetration. In a few more dates, she would be ready for the real thing. I hoped Robert would do something good in the sales arena, so he could watch as a reward. I decided to come in her mouth. I really like the way her eyes get wild when I do that, and she swallows so well.
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Sally and I went to church together the next Sunday. The sermon wasn’t Sodom and Gomorrah this time either, it was Corinthians. I didn’t tumble to the message and how it applied to me until the preacher had gone on for a while. “There are many parts, but one body” then “those parts of the body that seem weakest are indispensable” and then “the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor, and the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty.” I realize it all boiled down to what my grandmother used to say. “It takes all kinds to make a world.”
Maybe I should not feel superior to Robert. His “sickness” was just the mirror image of my own drives. He shouldn’t be any more ashamed of his ‘unnatural desires’ that I was at getting into a nasty mood and helping to satisfy them. Did that mean that Barbara should not hate him? That Sally should not have hated her husband’s final year? I guess “special modesty” meant that all this should be kept between Babs, Robert, Sally, and me and never revealed to anyone else. I wasn’t planning on doing that anyway, assuming that JT Barlow could maintain confidentiality, and nobody filed a lawsuit.
Did the lesson further mean that I should try to put Barbara and Robert back together for the long term, or just keep things going for their kid’s sake until they inevitably divorced? I admit I never considered just breaking things off. I realized that I read the Old Testament too, but I was only trying to live by the New Testament, if that. There was probably another sermon there too.
Was Robert predestined to be a cuck? I certainly don’t think he sat down and logically and rationally concluded that was what he wanted to be. Barbara certainly didn’t decide to become Babs the slut, but was Babs always there inside her, waiting to emerge? Was there a Babs in every woman? In any case, they both seem to be taking to their new lifestyle very well. For that matter, so was I. What did that mean? Should Sally lose all respect for me the same way she did for her first husband and her bull? I did not want that!
Was Robert like an addict that can’t kick his new habit? Was I being a drug dealer instead of a rehab counselor? I was still pondering all these weighty questions when I did Babs again Tuesday night at an Embassy Suites near the airport, then told Sally all about it afterward while we wrote the memo for the lawyer. Sometimes running a successful business requires you to make some extra effort.
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Robert bounced into my office Thursday afternoon and handed me a copy of a purchase order from DEF Industries, one of the biggest buyers in our target market. We had been trying to break into that account from the first day I started at the company, and never got a sniff. The order represented about 30% of what we estimated their monthly volume would be — it was a huge order and a chance to get more. The credit terms would need my approval: 90 days versus our normal 30.
I looked at Robert and he had anticipated my first question. He handed me the latest DNB report on DEFI. Their coverage ratios were all okay — no bad signals, no down trend. I raised my eyebrows, asking my second question.
Robert explained. “My guy from American Materials took a job in purchasing at DEFI. Their existing supplier has a production problem and is falling short on deliveries of some key parts, which means they have a bunch of WIP inventory that can’t finish and sell. Ninety days gives them enough time to finish and ship the inventory before they have to pay us. I sold it to them as a no risk solution to their problems to get us in the door. If we come through, they will reorder the same volume from us with the normal terms. If the quality is as good or better than the old supplier, we could get the whole account.”
Robert’s networking efforts had paid off, and I could not find anything to object to. “Okay Robert, good work!” I signed off on the purchase order terms and handed it back to him.
Robert grinned. “See you Tuesday night!” He sauntered out the door with a bounce in his step. Perhaps I should have mixed feelings, but I really didn’t. This sale would bring an additional mid six figures down to our monthly gross profit line, and I was already looking forward some backdoor Babs. I suppose Robert was too. I guess teamwork makes the dream work!
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The big event on Tuesday night was planned for the Hilton Garden Inn near the airport. It was almost new, had some “mini-suites” with two king sized beds, a parking lot in back that could be accessed from a side street without using the freeway, and was nowhere near our offices. Tuesday at lunch, Sally and I had a rollicking discussion about how things should be done. Should I be as nasty as possible, or should I take it easy on Robert?
I didn’t see any way to minimize the impact of this, but I did think Robert and Barbara might have very different reactions. The Babs part of Barbara was looking forward to it, I hoped. Was it because it excited her sexually or just because it would so humiliate Robert? Or is that Barbara the dutiful mom just wants to go forward with it, so Robert continued to earn for the kids benefit? Was she okay with both?
Robert clearly was not behaving logically, but he was certainly motivated to have this happen. I didn’t think it would truly discourage Robert — I thought it would wind him up even further. My first thought was to really rub his face in it, make it so awful and humiliating that he would recoil and reform. But again, that might just motivate him to make another big sale. What was my duty to the stockholders again?
Which raised the question: what was motivating me in all this? I would profit greatly if Robert closed a lot of new business, and Babs turned me on. Should I cater and to and even expand Robert’s cuckold fantasies? Would doing the things that seemed most humiliating to me be the ones that would gratify and motivate him most effectively? Would doing those truly nasty things to the two of them also get me off? I didn’t want to become another JT Barlow, did I? I think he made more money than I did.
Sally’s theory was that the best way to play it was to go for maximum impact by fully embracing my dark side and make it both awful and unforgettably exciting for both Robert and Barbara, and for me too. I asked Sally if she sort of got off on that scenario too. She smiled a crooked smile. “Let’s talk about it afterward.” You just never know.
Robert and Barbara showed up together, like he had picked her up for a date. At least he didn’t rent a tux! But he was wearing his best dark blue suit and a very sharp looking red silk tie I had never seen before. Barbara was in a slinky black dress and high heeled fuck me shoes, too. No trouble guessing her mood.
I had spent a little time researching his fetish and finding symbolic things that resonated with me too. I had boiled down a lot of psychobabble and fetish porn into a few things that might be driving Robert, and then I could consider how to use each one to stimulate him, and which ones appealed to me the most, or at least didn’t gross me out.
One source of the cuckold drive was said to be akin to the trophy wife syndrome gone wild. Some guys want a wife that is a status symbol — a woman that other guys will envy the husband having. If other guys are flirting with her and wanting her, the husband feels validated and powerful. Having another guy bang her and going crazy on her is a very strong validation and a potential ego boost for that kind of hubby. Robert as salesman seemed to fit in this mold. The guys that put their ‘hot wife’ videos on the internet may be enjoying this, if they are not just trying to make money. Or the wife may just be an exhibitionist.
Another factor seems to be competition at the ‘sperm level’. If a man sees another guy ejaculating into a woman, he wants to get his seed in there and displace the other guy, winning the ‘race for the egg’. Some guys may freak out and run away when they see their wife potentially impregnated by another man, but a real dedicated cuck just can’t wait to jump in afterward. Robert had already demonstrated this tendency, being turned on by a condom full of another man’s sperm rather than repulsed by it, and he is by nature a competitive guy.
For some cucks it’s the excitement of breaking taboo, flaunting societal rules. Sally’s husband who wanted her to make out in another guy’s car in public or bang a series of athletic black strangers was feeding on this kind of excitement.
And some guys just genuinely like to see their wife enjoy her orgasms, no matter who gives them to her. They like to watch their wife’s facial expressions as another man makes her come, or even kiss her tenderly while another cock bangs away at her. This is more unusual, because it usually means the man has a strong ego and does not need to possess his wife, just enjoy her. Some swinger spouses love to watch their wives get gang banged if the wife gets off on it. But some may cross over into the ‘trophy wife’ category too, especially the old guys who like to see their much younger wives get thoroughly fucked.
Bab’s motivations were harder to discern. She obviously got turned on during our Tuesdays. Perhaps because Robert had been neglecting her, or because it felt like punishing Robert.
I sat on the couch and directed them. Maybe I could tell by their reactions, and mine, which things would work for all of us. I knew I had to set the tone from the start.
“Robert, congratulations on your big sale! You may remove your clothes and sit on the bed closest to the window. You will stay on that bed at all times. You may not touch yourself or speak unless I specifically direct you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Adam.” He gulped, but then smiled, and began laying his clothes out on the little settee at the foot of the bed.
Once he was nude, I spoke to Barbara. “Babs, go over near Robert but do not get close enough for him to touch you, then slowly remove your clothes, keeping your eyes on me at all times!”
She smiled a sly smile and did a little strip show for me. Robert got hard even faster than I did.
“You get to see it all tonight Robert. I am going to use your wife’s mouth, her pussy and her ass. I have been looking forward to stuffing my at cock in her tight little ass for weeks now. You never got any of that action, did you? But she is giving it up for me now! Show Robert your pretty shaved ass, Babs!”
She faced away from Robert, put one leg up on the bed nearest me, and bent forward toward me, spreading her butt cheeks, and displaying her shaved anus shamelessly. Now I got harder than Robert. What did that say about me?
This was no time for contemplation. I winked at Robert, and then crooked a finger for Babs to come over to me. As she approached, I motioned for her to get down on her knees. She kept her eyes glued to mine and dropped down gracefully. I was really beginning to like her. Then she smiled and licked her lips. Robert made a little noise.
“Get me nice and hard, Babs!”
Babs got in touch with her inner slut very quickly. I hoped she was doing her best to get me nice and hard so she could feel me inside her. She slurped and gulped, and Robert gulped too. I put both hands on Bab’s head and guided her motions to take me in all the way. I smiled at Robert. I pulled her head back, holding my cock about two inches from her face. She dove forward, greedily taking it again. She was just plain enjoying herself.
I was amazed that I immediately thought about Sally McCord. She was absolutely the best at sucking my cock. She was an artist, an impresario, a world class virtuoso. I complemented her regularly on it. Sally told me that she got so into it, and concentrated on it so completely, that when I came in her mouth, she usually came too. She anticipated it, she wanted it, she needed it, and when she got it, she felt release and savored it. She said it liberated her, freed her to be demanding. If she did that for me, she thought she had earned the right to ask for anything sexual she wanted. I heartily agreed, and always complied.
Robert’s eyes were, like the corny novels sometimes said, limpid pools, and his breathing was ragged and loud. Pace yourself, Robert, we are just getting started. Babs seemed to have great concentration too, but I wasn’t planning to allow her any requests. I was going to make some demands, though, starting right now.
“Babs, I really enjoyed kissing your sweet little shaved ass. Tonight, I am going to do a lot more than that to it. But in the spirit of fun and giving, I think you should kiss mine, right now.” I moved between her and Robert, so she had to turn around, and stood with my legs apart.
“Start with my balls, Babs!” She did, tenderly and wonderfully. She knelt further and turned her head up and went to town on me, eventually pushing her tongue up into me like I had to her last Tuesday. I realized Robert had a clear view through my legs and could not miss her snorts and snuffles on my behalf. I cannot describe the look on his face, and I’m not proud of how nasty it made me feel. But I was about as hard as I ever thought possible.
I put her on the bed on all fours facing Robert on the other bed, and kissed her pussy and her ass thoroughly, enjoying her taste and texture. When she was thoroughly wet, but still quite tight, I spanked her ass and made a big show of donning a condom for Robert’s benefit, then slipped into her pussy. I pushed deeper and deeper into her, and she was enjoying it, and making some loud grunting noises. I slowly reduced my thrusts, and she took over the motion, using her arms and legs to push back against me with at least as much force as I had used on her. The bed was shaking in tune with her thrusts. Her grunts and groans got louder, and the slapping and slurping noises did too. I looked up at Robert and his face was red and his nostrils flared as he apparently took in some wild smells. He could see her face and I could not.
He reached between his legs, and I shouted. “Oh no, Robert! Keep your hands on the bedspread. You can’t touch yourself until I let you!” He whimpered but put his hands down and just watched. It looked like he was holding his breath.
Babs shouted and then made a funny noise way down in her throat. Her pussy pulsed around my cock and a new wave of wetness coursed out of her. It felt wonderful.
I resumed my fast motions, pounding into her. “I’m getting ready to come Babs. You get ready too!”
Just as I was about to let loose, I moved around to her face. I was only about three feet from Robert’s face when I stripped off the condom and Babs swallowed me whole and sucked for all she was worth. He leaned forward to look even closer. His little noises were synchronized with the pulses of suction I felt on my dick. I think he liked it as much as I did. I winked at him again.
“I just the love it when she swallows, Robert! Keep sucking me, Babs! See if you can keep me hard.”
She was partially successful. It might be a plus if I wasn’t quite hard all the way, especially for the first time I took her ass. If her pussy was tight, her ass must be even more so. I put her up on the bed on all fours and tongued her pussy. It was already dripping wet, so I switched to her ass very quickly. She pushed back against me, trying get my tongue deeper into her. She was facing Robert. I don’t know what her expressions looked like, but Robert looked like he was watching a scary movie. One with a lot of action.
I turned Babs around so Robert could see the focus of my attention. He was breathing so hard I could feel the breeze on my cock, which was still dripping wet with her pussy juice. I put my hands on her ass and used my thumbs to spread her sweet cheeks. Robert leaned over so he could see better.
“Do you think she’s ready for a thick cock, Robert?”
I couldn’t make out what he mumbled. I watched his eyes as I spanked her. I remembered Sally telling Barlow the asshat lawyer it had to be degrading and humiliating and then telling me that I must make it brutal and unmistakable. Robert shut his eyes with each clap my hand made spanking her ass, but then opened them again quickly. I guess he didn’t want to miss anything.
I used my other hand to grab Babs by her hair and pull her head up and make her look back at me. “Tell me what you want Babs!”
She sobbed. Robert leaned forward even further and cocked an ear toward her.
“I want you to…” she whispered, then she took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
I put my cock on top of her buttocks and slapped them with it. Suddenly I was totally hard. Oh well. Not my problem.
I made eye contact with Robert. “Robert, do you remember what I said on our first Tuesday night about things being completely different from now on?” He made a guttural noise. “Well, this is another waypoint in our little journey. No condom this time. She is going to take me bareback and feel the heat. Watch this!”
I pushed forward into Babs tight little ass about half an inch. She made an astonished noise. Robert made almost the same sound, like stereo. Another half inch, and another, louder noise from both of them. Time for a little extra effort on my part. Even small business CEOs have to be creative sometimes.
“If you want the rest of that cock, Babs, you are going to have push back against it to get it.” Robert raised his eyebrows and held his breath, but Babs didn’t hesitate. She clenched both hands up in the sheets and grunted, and then moved back towards me, taking about half of it. She was so tight it hurt me a little, but Robert made more noise than she did. I just held my breath.
Babs took a deep breath and hissed. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I felt her ass relax, and my cock get even harder. She grunted and pushed back again, taking it all.
I couldn’t resist, and slowly moved back a little and then into her again. “Yessss!” She spoke low and soft. I pushed in further. “Yessss!” a little louder.
I found the rhythm quickly. It felt so damn good I couldn’t believe it. Robert began to lean in and out in time to my strokes into his previously faithful wife. Damn that was nasty!
She relaxed a little more and I plumbed her depths as far as I could. She shook and I did too. I was planning to make a long and showy time of it, but her tight ass was bringing me off too soon. Go with the flow. Make it unforgettable for them both, right.
“Are you ready for my hot come in your ass Babs?”
She made a very funny noise.
“How about you, Robert? I’m gonna come in wifie’s tight little ass now, while you watch and enjoy, right?”
I didn’t have time to listen for his reply, because the wave overcame me, and I drove my cock into Bab’s ass just as far as I could. I felt each hot spurt, and she must have too, because she made an animal noise in time with each one. Robert made a funny noise, too, and then a big grin spread across his face, and he came explosively without touching himself. Some of it traveled all way across the gap between the beds and got on Barbara, and she jumped, but then giggled. Married life, huh?
Suddenly I felt giddy. Life is just a bizarre show, so why not enjoy it? I pulled out, making a sloppy slurping sound, and my come spilled out of her ass and dribbled between her cheeks and down the back of her thighs. What the hell. Make it humiliating and unforgettable, right? But I must remember that for him it was a reward. I turned her dripping butt toward Robert and grabbed his shoulder.
“See that Robert?”
He leaner forward towards it eagerly, but I held him back. “If you close the other 70% of the DEFI account volume, next time I might let you have that!” Now he was the one that said, “Oh God. Oh God!”
If he performed well, maybe I would get one of those ‘Entrepreneur of the Year” plaques.
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Sally McCord was waiting up for me when I got to her place. She had made a pitcher of frozen daquiris and had almost finished it herself. As was our habit, I got into the shower to wash off all the Babs and to give me a psychological separation from my recent adventures in cuckoldry. I took a long time and scrubbed myself roughly and washed my hair twice.
When I stepped out of the shower, Sally was sitting on the closed toilet lid, naked, with her hair up in a bun. She handed me one towel, while she used another to dry me below the waist. While I tried to get my hair dry, she grabbed my cock and began to jack it slowly. “Tell me about tonight, Adam!” Her nipples looked like rocks and she was flushed all over. Wow.
I just looked at her, and her hands stopped their wonderful motion. I guess I should say something. “Well, I guess Barbara is becoming more comfortable with the situation.”
“Meaning what?”
I told her the story, slowly and accurately, except I left out the part about the smart butt plug, as I was saving one as a surprise for Sally. She hung on every word, gradually increasing her frequency and intensity of motion. She had never ever given me hand job like this. When I began to describe my penetration of Babs, and Robert’s reactions, she got frantic. By the time I related my offer to Robert about DEFI she began to jack me mercilessly and pointed my cock right at her face. I shot all over her, my third of the evening, and then looked up at me with big eyes. Wow.
“My goodness Sally, I think you are having as much fun as I am with all this.”
She looked uncomfortable but said nothing, so I continued.
“Perhaps the next time Robert gets to watch; you should be there too?”
I had never seen a look on her face like that before. I didn’t know whether I liked it or not.
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By next Tuesday, Robert hadn’t made any big sales, and Barbara had to take both of their girls to an evening girl scout meeting, so no Babs for me. I assumed Robert would watch cuck porn at home. But I had arranged for Sally McCord to meet me at a very swanky hotel near her office to “receive a very demanding bull”. She got that same look in her eye that had worried me before.
I was really getting into the cycle of being a rough and tough bull on Tuesday with Babs and sweet lover every other weekend or so with Sally, but I wanted more Sally, so it was time to shake things up and really bull her hard tonight. Anticipating that, I had pulled out a bunch of old ties that I had intended to take to Goodwill and put them in a brown paper bag when I left my apartment that morning, along with the second smart butt plug, in another small box and gift wrapped as if it were expensive jewelry.
I had chosen the hotel suite because it had a big wooden bed with four substantial bedposts. I got there a few minutes beforehand and confirmed that the concierge had done her duty. There were fresh flowers in abundance and plenty of candles ready to light. By the time Sally arrived, I had donned a pair of black pants and a black mask, and nothing else.
When I let her in, she was wearing a classy but revealing dark blue dress, complete with a string of pearls complementing the low neckline, meaning she had gone home to shower and change. She looked like a middle-aged trophy wife slumming a bit and out on the town. Perfect. She took one look at my outfit and her eyes got big. Even better.
I kissed her tenderly. “You know I love you, Sally?” She smiled. “But sometimes, I just need to use you!”
I just looked at her, trying to be as intimidating as I could. Her smile changed to a smirk, and then she stripped off that classy dress, which was all she had on, and kneeled in front of me, eyes boring into mine. Perfect.
I opened up the brown paper bag and took out the little box wrapped in silver and gold paper and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. She asked the question with her eyes.
“You will get that a little later.”
I reached into the paper bag again and pulled out the ties, older and wider that the current style, but strong and colorful, nonetheless. Her eyes got a little wider.
“Up on the bed on all fours!” She complied. The headboard design was a like a trellis or silhouette sculpture — strong wood with lot openings and places to knot the silk ties through and around. I tied both hands in front of her to it, forcing her to rest some of her weight on her elbows. There was no footboard on the bed, just a little low red leather settee, which I kneeled on while I grabbed her legs and positioned her just so. Then I did something I had never done before. I spanked her, hard.
With the slap of my first blow, she made an incredibly surprised noise. A lover might have been concerned, but a raging bull didn’t care. I spanked her hard, watching her buttocks get red and listening to her breath become ragged. I liked it.
When I stopped, she drew a huge breath, wondering I suppose, if I was going to start again. I leaned down and began to kiss her redness, licking and sucking and just generally lusting after her ass. She began to make happy noises. I kissed all around, never touching her pussy or her anus, or the magic territory in between, just circling and teasing. She began to move her hips to try to get something more sensitive under my mouth, but I avoided those targets and teased until she was squirming.
Her pussy got wet and fragrant without ever being touched, and her smell was magical. I blew air carefully, tracing a path from her clitoris to her anus and back, and delighting in her aromatic motions to try to get me closer. Now her breathing was clearly labored, and I thought she was ready for the next step.
I took the little gift box off the nightstand and held it where she could see it. “Time for your present!”
Then I moved around behind her began to gently tongue her, circling her anus and clit, but only touching them fleetingly. She got wonderfully wetter and louder. I progressed onto her inner and outer pussy lips, circling and darting, and she moved her hips in wonderful anticipation, trying to push herself up against my mouth. Then I stopped and pulled back, and watched her ass circling around trying to find my mouth again.
I noisily opened the box, throwing the wrappings where she could see them, but keeping its contents hidden from her. I held the little device by its handle, ready to insert in her, and then began to tongue her hot little ass in earnest, liberally applying her pussy juice to it and plunging my tongue into it. Sally loved to have her ass kissed, and penetrated, and she gave herself up to it. When she began using her arms to push against the headboard to try to get my tongue deeper into her, I plunged the butt plug into her roughly.
She made another one of those surprised noises, then held her breath. I used one finger to tap on the little protruding handle. She growled and her breath caught. When I thought she was just about to come, I stopped and positioned myself behind her and slipped into her hot wet pussy, fucking her just and fast and hard as I could. I was hard and almost numb, just like I had been with Babs. I could clearly feel the butt plug, and I was confident Sally could too.
Sally came beautifully, pushing back towards me and groaning. I loved that sound. I pulled out, leaving her empty and making a disappointed little noise, and then applied my mouth to her pussy again. When I was younger, I had a tendency to come very quickly the first few times I was with a woman, so I would often pull out so I wouldn’t come and lick her pussy to keep her fires burning, so to speak. I soon discovered that some women thought that was incredibly hot, and that even if they didn’t, I really liked doing it. Sally loved it. I would go back and forth until she had come at least once, and then I could, too.
I had kept my watch on, because I had installed the smart butt plug app on it, which was more convenient at this juncture than my phone. I rested on my elbows and tapped the icon on the watch face, and the plug began to vibrate at its lowest setting. So did Sally.
She screamed and came instantly, then made guttural noises like in a horror movie. I had never seen her so worked up. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, and she circled her hips like a belly dancer and came again, grunting and squirting a little bit into my mouth. I guess she liked her present!
I substituted my cock for my tongue and stroked her slowly. She began to chant. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I was doing my best. She came again, twisting and struggling against the ties holding her arms. I just kept stroking her and turned the smart plug up a notch. It felt like the temperature of her pussy went up in concert with the motions of the little device. Suddenly I was feeling it too. The ties made little ripping noises and she fucked back against me every bit as strongly as I was driving to her, and the whole bed began to jump a bit.
Suddenly I could not hold back, and I lost all sense of Sally as a white-hot orgasm shot through me and I came so hard all I could think of was driving my cock home and emptying it. Sally screamed, “Hot come, hot come, hot come!” and I suppose that did describe what she was getting. She squirmed and I felt her hot and squishy pussy and how wonderful she was. I turned off the butt plug and tried to catch my breath.
She finally stopped her heavy breathing and then asked, “What was that thing?”
“That was a present from your bull. It’s a teledildonic butt plug. When you care enough to give the very best to a very special woman.” I couldn’t tell if she was pleased or pissed, but she was damn excited. “Whenever you wear it, think of me. I might turn it on, to turn you on.”
“Where’s the controller?”
“In my watch.”
“I meant my controller for me when you are not around.”
“Bulls only, babe, remote control, and only if you treat me well.”
She put her nose in the air. “I didn’t like it that much anyway, and I don’t trust technology gadgets. I’d never use it. I’m glad to take it out.”
Sally and I had arguments over her aversion to computers and IT stuff. She used the old “I need to connect emotionally because I am a people person” HR director thing, but I think she was covering up for just not knowing enough to really use it properly. Her definition of intuitive software interface meant it must read her mind and do what she wanted, otherwise it was a useless piece of junk. But I would use technology in the butt plug in the future. I couldn’t read her mind, but I had a pretty good idea of what she liked. We cuddled ourselves to sleep and made it again about 4 AM sans butt plug before I drove back to my place to shower and change.
By the time I left for the office, I got a message on my phone from the butt plug app saying that another user was trying to logon to the device I had registered, and would I authorize it? Heh, heh. Not without a quid pro blow, Sally baby. I wouldn’t tell her about the built in WIFI web network, “find my butt plug” or “remote status reporting” or some of the other really advanced features just yet.
…….
Robert’s prospecting activities were way up, and he has bringing in more reorders and getting long time customers to order things from us they previously bought from other suppliers and researching and targeting smaller firms and startups that might grow, but they were not enough to trigger another of his favorite Tuesday night events. He was having no luck getting more DEFI volume. DEFI had used our shipments to complete their WIP problem and was about to ship it all and was ready to pay us, and as expected they reordered that 30% of their parts volume from us, but so far continued to order most of their stuff from the old supplier. The next Tuesday morning, he asked me for suggestions of how to break the logjam.
I brainstormed a little. “Do we know what made the existing supplier fall behind in the first place? Will it happen again? Quantity or quality issues? Was it credit problems, shipping snafus, or union strikes? Is the old supplier somebody’s brother-in-law or something?”
Robert brightened up, like he had an idea of what to do, so I went on.
“Maybe try to roll up the network of the existing supplier. Who do they buy materials from? Who is their bank? Who are their other big customers? ” I paused, as he was scribbling some notes. “Or go at it from another direction. What else could we sell them that we are not selling now? Are they developing new products we could start supplying parts for? Could we get into the new product lines instead of just growing our volume in the existing ones?”
Robert looked much more positive. I knew he would work every angle as hard as he could. I would continue to work Babs as hard as I could, whether Robert got to watch or not.
……
I don’t know if Robert was watching more exciting cuck porn, had found some great motivational tapes, or was just having a run of good luck, but his sales results were steadily climbing. Not another big win, or the dramatic breakthrough on the DEFI account, but lots of other suspects became prospects and then small to medium customers. So, I spent my Tuesday nights with Babs without an audience. She was getting extremely comfortable with anal, and I used her to try out all the tricks in the teledildonic literature (they was even an online user group!) and I made up some of my own. The AI usage assistant and camera were innovative to say the least. She grew anxious to have the butt plug inserted as soon as she saw me.
One Tuesday morning I met with the CFO and got all the updates, including sales tracking, and then met with Robert just before lunch to give him faint praise. He expressed great dismay and noted that his efforts were bringing more and more to the firm’s bottom line without helping to abate his sexual frustration. I reminded him that his girls were benefiting from the additional commissions he was earning, and their college funds were steadily growing.
He looked funny. “I know intellectually that’s good, but it doesn’t really do it for me sexually.” At least he was being honest with me now.
I did a quick calculation of what his new sales were bringing down to our gross profit line. It was starting to add up to some serious bucks, and thus contributing nicely to my year-end profit-sharing bonus. Maybe I could cut him a break and give Babs a little extra action too.
“Tell you what, Robert. When your new customer sales bring as much to the bottom line as closing the rest of DEFI would have, I’ll arrange for you to have a special little remote thrill show.”
He was keen to know what that meant, but I kept it mysterious. Random rewards and all that org theory stuff from b school danced around in my head. It also gave me an idea for Sally McCord, too. I could use her as my test case to prepare.
……
I gradually introduced Sally McCord to all the anal tricks I had developed with Babs. Sally liked them to, but not as much as Babs did. I did use one biofeedback technique to great effect, however. With the plug inserted and Sally actively enjoying it, I presented my cock to her mouth, and only turned on the plug when she did something right with her mouth. Using the five-step level control on the Bluetooth remote, I shaped her behavior to embody my ideal fellatrix. She had natural talent, but training honed it to a fine edge. She’s a keeper.
We developed a regular schedule. Babs three nights a month, and Sally three. It was not quite enough for me, but I was able to make each night memorable for us all. Except Robert, that is.
His group of new small accounts was growing, and steadily approaching the forecast for the entire DEFI account. He was getting antsy and had trouble waiting for gratification, another salesy aspect of his personality. I shared this with Sally, and she had an interesting reaction.
“When those small accounts make the number, what will you do for him?”
“Well, I thought I would do Babs remotely with the butt plug via Zoom, while he watches but cannot touch.” I didn’t want to tell her about the camera in the butt plug yet.
She got a shocked expression. “Oh, that’s wild. Can I watch too?”
I held her face. “Via Zoom, or live and in person.”
The look on her face was priceless. “First via Zoom. How do you think he would react if I were in the room when you did his wife?”
I thought about it. “Given his twisted nature, it will probably make him even more excited.”
……
The next week brought a big surprise for us all. One of Robert’s small accounts got a big new contract that required a nice volume of parts from us, and he closed a big order, which should put him over the threshold as soon as the order was booked on next months backlog. He still hadn’t guessed what I had planned for him, but I could tell he was fired up.
I called Babs and told her what I had planned for Robert’s little reward. She was pleased with the added commissions, but a little worried about getting Robert all worked up when I was only there remotely, and not in the room to keep him under control. She had an HD WIFI webcam she could use, but she wanted me to make it doubly clear to Robert that he did not get to touch her, at all, and that if he tried, he would be cut off completely, with no chance of any further action, no matter how much business he closed. I agreed.
Babs and Robert went to a TownePlace up north in a tech park area. It was a medium sized room with two queen beds. Babs moved the little table that was in the room to the foot of the bed and set up her little tripod wide angle web cam on it, and had Robert sit on the other bed.
When she turned the camera on, I saw Robert looking around the room nervously. I could see my Bluetooth was not connected to the butt plug yet.
“Where’s Adam?”
Babs gave him sultry look. “He’s going to be joining us remotely, Robert!”
Robert looked puzzled, and frustrated. But he settled down when Babs began to strip for the camera. She was enjoying herself.
“I’ve seen those webcam girls on TV. It is a turn on that I know somebody is watching!” She was down to bra and panties and writhing around on the bed. “Are you watching, Adam?”
“You know I am, Babs.” She didn’t know that Sally McCord was with me and watching too. I had my audio on, but my video turned off. Robert leaned over so close that I could see his chin at the edge of the frame.
“Don’t get any closer, Robert!” He froze but did not move back. “Babs, take your panties off but leave you bra on, and then show Robert your little friend.”
“Robert, if you do not follow the rules completely, this will be your last time to watch, even if you close all the business in the world. In fact, since Babs seems to enjoy an audience now, so I’ll find other men to watch your hot wife, since you won’t be able to. Do you understand?”
“I’ll stay on this bed, no matter what. But what exactly is….”
He stopped talking just as Babs whipped out her butt plug like a magician pulling rabbit out of a hat. She held it up right under Robert’s nose. She was really finding her inner slut.
Robert gasped. “What is that thing?”
Then she totally exceeded my expectations. “It’s my remote-control butt plug!” she said and proceeded to lick it teasingly like it was somebody’s cock. “Adam is going to use it to fuck me from a distance, while you watch!”
Inspiration struck me. “Babs, before you put that in toss it over to Robert!”
She did. “Now tell him to take into his mouth and get it nice and wet and nice and warm. Swing the camera over so I can see him get it ready for you!”
She caught on quickly. “Suck that butt plug, Robert! Get it sloppy wet and warm for Adam to use on me!”
Robert warmed to the idea. He seemed so enthusiastic about it that it was almost disturbing. Babs finally had to order him to toss it back to her, as he wanted to keep it in his mouth. She caught it, turned over on all fours, and spread her butt cheeks to give Robert a clear view, then slipped it up her behind slowly, making seductive noises all the while.
“I wish it was Adam’s cock, but this will do for tonight, and you get to watch, my hot shot salesman!”