Sexorgy 2.

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I finally got up and went downstairs. I found Brad and
Bob together having a drink and as I approached Brad
handed me a drink that he had all ready for me. I
sipped the drink and thanked him. Then I kissed both
men and started circulating through the remaining
guests.

It was starting to get late and some of the few
remaining guests were pretty drunk so I arranged for
them to either get a taxi or camp out somewhere in the
house until they sobered up enough to drive back to
campus or where ever they lived. It was another hour
before things were quiet and everyone was either gone
or down for the night. The only people left standing
were Bob, Brad and me.

I knew that Bob was not too drunk to drive, and I
wondered if he and Brad had decided to go for a
rematch. I didn’t have to wonder how I felt about that
idea. It was late and I was tired. But I was not too
tired to try to recapture the excitement of what we had
done an hour or so ago.

I saw Brad and Bob put their drinks down and Brad went
to the door and locked it. Then they came over to where
I was starting to clean up and Brad put his arms around
me and said, “Leave that for tonight. Bob has agreed to
stay and help us clean up in the morning.”

I kissed Brad and then I grabbed both of them by the
belt and pulled them to the stairs. I didn’t have to
pull hard. As I climbed the stairs, a step in front of
them, I felt each of them put a hand on my leg and work
it up under my dress until each of them was holding a
cheek by the time we got to the top of the stairs. It
was a wonderfully sexy sensation.

This time, when we were safely locked in our bedroom,
we all undressed and did it right, although I think the
first time was the most exciting. The first time for
everything is usually the most exciting, isn’t it?

The next day, true to their word, the two guys helped
me clean up, as did one of the girls that had passed
out in one of our spare bedrooms. It only took a couple
of hours. Trust me; a couple of hours to clean up after
twenty drunken college kids, that’s making good time!
Then I made breakfast for the four of us and then,
finally, everyone had gone, it was just Brad and me.

We didn’t know quite what to say to each other. We both
realized that we had enjoyed it tremendously. We both
knew without having to say it that there were no hurt
feelings, no jealously. What we didn’t know was where
do we go from here? Did we want to do it again? Did we
want to do it with someone else? I know it is wrong,
but I had serious reservations about doing it with
another girl. I know, that was so not fair to Brad. But
not only did Brad understand, he insisted that he was
happier with the arrangement that we had last night. He
claimed that he didn’t want all the pressure of having
to satisfy two women. But we both realized that I was
the more exhibitionistic, and he the more voyeuristic.
And we knew that that was a large part of the enjoyment
we got out of what had happened.

This all took place near the end of my sophomore year.
We had another threesome later that year with Bob. But
then he started getting serious about a girl he had
been dating and didn’t want to screw it up. We are
still friends with Bob, and still see him and the girl
who is now his wife, Karen. But it is strictly a
platonic relationship now.

It was almost a year before we had another threesome.
This time we had invited a friend over to watch a DVD
one evening. We had dinner and a bottle of wine, but no
one was under the influence. The movie had been pretty
hot and the conversation started getting kind of sexy.
Brad and I had seen where things were going, but I
think that it came as a big surprise to Jim when it
started to go beyond the flirting stage.

He was nervous at first, not as self assured as Bob had
been. Maybe because he was more sober than Bob had
been, or maybe because he was almost a virgin. But he
learned a lot that night! I had moved into his lap and
started teasing him. He had been afraid that Brad would
get upset and kick his ass, but when it finally sank in
that Brad was a willing audience, things moved along
pretty fast. He was not as good as Bob, not at first. I
think because he lacked the confidence. But by the time
he left that evening he had gained a lot of confidence.

After that night he came back several times to watch
DVDs. Whether there was one to watch or not! And each
time it was better.

Still, even though we enjoyed the hell out of what we
were doing, we had to be careful, especially with Brad
working his way up the corporate ladder. My reputation
was pretty important. And I suppose we were both afraid
that if we did it too often it would lose its thrill.
At least that was what we told ourselves. So we only
did it with those two guys. We didn’t do it at all in
my senior year.

Then came graduation and we settled down. I became the
good little corporate wife. I did some volunteer work
in town. I had always been into gymnastics and dance,
and I continued taking classes and though I was a
little too tall to be competitive, I was 5’8″ and 115
lbs and just barely a B cup, I enjoyed both activities
and kept at them. I have long legs and the exercise
keeps me limber and slender. I can still get into some
pretty exciting positions!

I have also volunteered to help out with company
functions and I had gotten to meet a lot of the senior
staff at the plant. I had received some pretty
interesting propositions from some of them too. So I
was aware that a lot of the senior vice presidents
where Brad worked were a bunch of horn dogs.

That brings me back to what was bothering Brad for the
last two nights. When he came home from work that
second evening and he was still obviously upset about
something I started to get worried. I knew that he
loved his job and it concerned me that something at
work was troubling him this much. I made him a special
dinner and we had a good bottle of wine and after I
cleared off the table we sat and talked while we
finished off the wine.

Brad and I had always told each other everything, and I
didn’t want him to feel that he had to protect me from
whatever it was that was on his mind. Finally I
convinced him that whatever the problem was we could
solve it better together and then he wouldn’t have to
worry about protecting me, a concept I wasn’t that fond
of to start with.

Brad paused for a second and then he said, “I have been
offered a promotion and a very large raise.”

I looked at him, really confused now, and said, “Yeah,
I can see where that would be a problem. You aren’t
going to stand for that are you?!”

He laughed at that and took his last sip of wine. Then
he got up and said, “This is going to be a two bottle
of wine evening. Hold that thought.”

He went to the cabinet and got out another bottle and
opened it. He set it down to let it breathe for a few
minutes and then he said, “I have been offered a junior
vice president’s position. If I accept it my salary
will more than double, with bonuses and perks it will
more than triple. We will have a company Cadillac, a
new one every year, stock options, company trips, use
of the company jet. My salary will be more than we can
spend and the work, the job that they are offering is
so exciting that it gives me a hard-on!”

I waited for the “but” to come, because I knew there
was a big one coming. But it was obvious that he didn’t
even want to talk about it. I finally had to ask. “That
all sounds wonderful baby, so what are you not telling
me? What is the catch?”

Brad took a deep breath and said, “EPOD is the acronym
that they use for it.”

He was apparently going to make me drag this out of
him. But before I finally got impatient and asked he
continued.

“EPOD, Executive Pussy on Demand. If I accept the
position, you will have to agree to become a member of
a secret society of junior vice president’s wives. You
will be more or less a call girl. Any member of the
senior staff will be able to have you, at any time and
at any place that they desire. They can call you into
the office and fuck you there, or drop by the house any
time, day or night and fuck you here. Not only that,
but there will be regular parties, well, orgies
actually, where you will be nothing more than a party
favor, you and the other wives. You would also be used
from time to time to sweeten deals with clients.”

I was surprised to find that I had two immediate
reactions to what my husband had just told me. The
first, and more appropriate response, was shock,
dismay, maybe even anger. But I was embarrassed to find
that I was also aroused by the concept. I don’t mean
panting, tear my clothes off horny, but as I listened
to him tell me what would be required of me I
recognized that little tingle between my thighs. The
concept, in the abstract at least, struck me as quite
erotic.

I could just imagine being available to the half dozen
older senior vice presidents, and the company
president, as well as the occasional client. Imagine it
as in fantasize about it, not that I could imagine
myself actually doing it.

I gratefully accepted when Brad poured us each another
glass of wine. Finally I asked, “When were you going to
tell me about this?”

He looked at me as if to say, “That’s a stupid
question!” But what he said was, “I wasn’t going to
tell you!”

“What happens if you tell them no?” I asked.

Brad shrugged and said, “Nothing, I guess. I don’t the
promotion, or the raise, and life goes on.”

“But what about when some other position opens up? Will
you still be considered?” I asked.

He shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Mr. Kennedy told
me yesterday that the primary reason that I had been
offered the position was that my work merited a raise
and I was more than qualified. I was not being offered
the job merely because all of those dirty old men
wanted to get in your pants. That was just a big plus.”

“How many other wives are there in EPOD,” I asked.

“Three,” he answered, “Carol Mitchum, Madison Scott,
and Grace Davis. You have met Grace.”

“Grace Davis! Are you sure? She has been married to Tim
for ten years but she still acts like a fucking
virgin!”

Brad nodded and said, “Yeah, I was surprised at all
three of them actually. I mean, they are all lookers.
Well, not as hot as you. And they are all at least ten
years older than you. And except for Grace I suppose I
can picture them going along with it, but not their
husbands. Jeff Mitchum and Carl Scott are two of the
biggest stuffed shirts that I know. Tim is kind of a
wimp. I suppose that I can imagine him going along with
it. I just can’t imagine how he got Grace to go along.”

I laughed and said, “Maybe she just wanted something
she wasn’t getting at home.”

Brad smiled and shrugged again.

I asked, “So you weren’t going to tell me? Does that
mean you won’t consider it?”

Brad looked shocked that I would even ask. “Do you mean
that you would consider it?!”

“I don’t know,” I answered. “To be honest, when you
were telling me what is required of the girls in EPOD I
kind of got a tingle out of it. Just the concept, mind
you, not that I actually considered doing it. It could
have been just the wine.”

I could see that Brad had not anticipated this turn in
the conversation. He was studying me now, trying to
decide what I was thinking.

I said, “Don’t look at me like that. I can see you
trying to read my mind. I don’t even know what I am
thinking.” I really didn’t, either. I had met all of
the senior vice presidents. Several of them had made
passes at me, but in a friendly, flirty way, the kind
that you can say no to and just pass it off as a joke.
And I hadn’t been offended. In fact, I had been kind of
flattered.

“How much of a raise did you say?” I asked.

He looked at me in amazement. Then he answered, “My
salary would be $200,000 a year before bonuses and the
value of the other perks was added in. With stock
options and the car and bonuses it would be well over
$300,000 a year.”

He looked at me and exclaimed, “You’re really thinking
about this!”

I got a little defensive and said, “No, I’m just
exploring our options. I want to know what you know.
What if I was considering it, how would you feel about
it?”

He looked at me strangely and said, “I don’t know. I
never imagined for a second that you would consider it.
I thought you would be pissed and want me to go kill
someone for even suggesting it!”

“How long would I have to be in EPOD?” I asked.

The expression on Brad’s face was starting to change
now. He had not even considered accepting. Probably
because he never believed that I would even consider
it. Now he could see that I was at least considering
it. It was, after all, a very large sum of money to
pass up.

He said, “I suppose that you would have to remain in
EPOD until I was promoted to senior vice president.
Most of the men holding that job now are in their mid
to late fifties or early sixties. But they might decide
to work until they are seventy for all we know. And
there are three other junior vice presidents in front
of me for promotion. You could be fucking those horny
old men for fifteen or twenty years!”

I thought about that for a moment and then I asked,
“But as long as we didn’t fuck up, you would be pretty
much guaranteed a promotion to senior VP, right?”

“Yes,” Brad answered. “I suppose so.”

“What would you think of me if I said maybe we should
talk about it some more, maybe we should consider it?”
I asked him.

Brad gulped down the last few sips of his wine and
poured another glass for both of us. But he didn’t
answer. He suddenly got thoughtful, actually thinking
about it for the first time.

After a few minutes he turned to me and said, “You know
that you would be nothing more than a call girl. The
client list would be pretty small, but still, Mr.
Kennedy could come by the house anytime, night or day
and tell you to undress and fuck you, right in front of
me if he wanted to. That doesn’t bother you?”

I was embarrassed by my answer, but I had to be honest
about this now, or we would never come to a decision we
could both be comfortable with. I hesitated and then I
said, “You know what I was thinking about? I was
remembering our threesomes with Bob and Jim. I know
what you are thinking, this would be different. But
they were some pretty exciting times. And we didn’t
have any regrets. You enjoyed watching me fuck both of
them. And that was just sex, just recreational sex.”

“But to be honest,” I continued, “even though the money
and the perks are exciting, that is not what made my
stomach flip when you were telling me about it. You
make a very good salary now. I wouldn’t be doing it for
the money.”

“We have to decide how you would feel about me if I
agreed to this before I can even begin to make up my
mind. If you can’t still love me, then like I said,
your current pay check is just fine with me. We have
everything we want or need right now. If you thought
the idea was hot, and don’t try to tell me you don’t
get turned on by the idea of me fucking other men, I
have seen you watching when I was doing it! If you
thought the idea was hot and you could still love me
and respect me when this is all over, then I would have
a decision to make. If you have even the slightest
doubt, then I don’t have a decision to make, you will
have made up my mind for me.”

Brad was quiet for a few minutes and then he said,
“When Kennedy first called me into his office and made
the pitch, I was really pissed. I had to really
struggle to stay calm and not get up and rearrange his
face. We had that talk just before I got off work
yesterday. You noticed how upset I was.”

I nodded.

“But last night,” he continued, “when I was laying in
bed in the dark, and most of today when I was thinking
about it, it kind of turned me on. I didn’t want to
feel that way. Today I was mad at myself for not being
mad at Kennedy. But I wasn’t thinking about whether or
not to tell you, or whether or not to accept. I was
thinking about you being their sweet young call girl
and having hot, sweaty sex with you whenever they
wanted. And those parties I told you about, most of the
time the husbands are invited. I would get to watch
them with you. But I was thinking about it in the
abstract. I was thinking of the fantasy, not the real
thing.”

It was quiet for a while. We sat and sipped our wine
and I don’t know what made me do it, but I slid out of
my chair and dropped to my knees in front of Brad and
roughly pulled his light jersey lounging shorts down
and off. Then I gave him a loud, raunchy, slutty
blowjob.

He liked it. He liked it a lot! He came in about three
minutes, and that was a record for him. He usually
lasts a very long time.

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