How To Succeed in Business, Part 4 by Headhunter When Bill finally made it to the office he dropped the contract on Jay's desk with a smirk. He thought to himself, "young kid full of himself, thinks he can teach an old pro-like me anything. I'll teach him. I'll teach him that I just slipped my Johnson into his pretty wife. I gonna fuck that slut wife of his until I get tired hanging on those big tits and banging that shaved pussy." But Bill didn't say anything and left Jay's office saying "Thank you Mr. William's", in a demeaning tone. Jay quickly signed the contract and sent it via Fed-ex back to Consolidated Manufacturing. The contract was a big one, and now Jay had to line up his suppliers so he could fill the order and finally get his company making some big money. But Mr. Anderson was no fool and Jay was soon to find out that more business was not necessarily a blessing. Particularly when you are a "small fish in a big pond." Jay discovered that while all his suppliers were able to continue to send him equipment at the level he usually bought a significant increase in production wasn't possible. Over the next week Jay would get up every morning go to work and spend the day on the phone trying to make good on the contract he had signed with Mr. Anderson. At home the day that Bill McCurry had gotten his lap dance fuck from Jill, she fell into deep remorse. How could she have cheated on Jay. Sure she was enjoying the stripper role, but she had done it to help the business. She could not justify cheating on her husband. That afternoon she spent hours cleaning the house and catching up on all of the house work she had been neglecting. She removed all traces of make-up, put on the baggiest, ugliest clothes she could find and went food shopping. She picked up Shannon from school and generally became the old housewife Jill. But in the back of her mind she couldn't entirely block out a myriad of erotic thoughts. Jay was silent every night that week. Jill thought that she had done something. She didn't know that Jay was in a panic about being able to fill Mr. Anderson's order. To make matters worse, Jay avoided Jill in bed. And despite her promises to herself, Jill would often end up in-front of her full length mirror, in her g-string. These sessions always ended with Jill strumming her now prominent clit and having a good but unsatisfying orgasm. The third day after Bill had delivered the contract her waited in his car outside the William's home until Jay left with Shannon. Then as if he owned the place he walked right into the house and found Jill cleaning the breakfast dishes in the kitchen. She was wearing the same housecoat she had two days earlier. Jill heard a noise, and turned to see a grinning Bill McCurry standing in the doorway. "Well, aren't you the good wife and mother", jeered Bill, "I like you a lot better in a g-string. How about a quick dance for me before I go into the office?" Jill was shocked and sputtered, "Bill what are you doing here?" "I thought I'd come back for a repeat performance. I know you don't mind. It will be our little secret, just like the other day. Otherwise I might have to tell that boy scout of a husband of yours all about your 'special dancing skills'. " Jill cringed at the thought and didn't move as Bill sauntered across the kitchen and placed his hands on the tits that jutted out under the loose housecoat. "You've got a beautiful pair here, Jilly, I'm sure Mr. Anderson, the man who owns these pretty baby's, would want you to show them off." With that Bill pulled open the housecoat, popping buttons onto the floor. The sleazy salesman lowered the house coat. He began thumbing Jill's taut nipples and her reaction quickly changed from outrage to excitement. "I love being naked in front of men", she though to herself. In her own reverie she barely noticed Bill knocking the dishes off of the kitchen table. He bent her back until she was laying with her back on the table and hips and legs hanging off. Bill pulled the housecoat the rest of the way open and reveled in the sight of the near naked housewife. He quickly stripped down her white cotton panties and stepped between her legs. Jill began a horizontal dance, writhing on the table top as Bill ran his hands up and down her white skin. He lingered at her breasts squeezing then so hard she though her nipples would pop off the silicone mounds. Finally he knelt down and began running his broad tongue up and down her slit. When his lips sucked her bud, at the top of her slit, into his mouth Jill's body became stiff and she had a mini-orgasm. Bill lifted his wet face from Jill's crotch and smiled an evil smile at her. "You are as wet as a ten dollar whore", stated Bill in a matter of fact tone, "you love this don't you?" "Yes1 dam- it, I don't know what has happened to me, but I love it", whispered Jill through clenched teeth. Bill dropped his pants and stepped forward, sinking his long slender tool into Jill in one stroke. He grabbed her dangling hips as Jill began thrusting her pelvis up and down. They coupled in that position until both had an orgasm. Bill stepped from between her legs. Like the other day it was not enough for Jill and her hands went immediately to her sloppy cunt. Bill tip- toed, (his pants were still around his ankles), to the head of the table grabbed a handful of Jill's luxuriant black hair and whipped his wet penis off with it. He could see glops of white fuck juice clinging to her beautiful hair as he pulled up his pants. He looked around the kitchen and picking up a spatula that had a round handle, put it in Jill's hand said, "here use this." Bill watched for a moment as Jill stuck the round handle deep into her pussy, then laughing he walked out of the William's home saying , "I'll be back." Eventually after her third or forth orgasm Jill got down from the table and crawled to the shower. At the office Bill greeted Jay with a sarcastic, "Sorry I'm late boss, I was busy this morning." Jay was really beginning to hate Bill. He had never liked him, but he used to be a fair salesman, but now he was just an old has-been who wanted to cheat his way through the day. Unfortunately, he was a friend of Mr. Anderson and right now Jay needed to stay on Mr. Anderson's good side. Jay wouldn't have been so pliant if he had know about Bill 's daily visits to Jill. Over the next few days, Bill would wait in his car for Jay and Shannon to leave each morning, then he would walk right up to the William's front door and let himself in. After the second experience with Bill, Jill had reverted to her "Jilly" persona. She didn't do the housework and didn't even to get up in the morning. Jay helped Shannon get dressed, feed her breakfast, and took her to school. Jill would just stay in bed. Minutes after she heard the front door close behind Jay and Shannon. She would hear it open again, followed by Bill's heavy steps as the climbed the stairs to Jay and Jill's bedroom. Usually when Bill opened the bedroom door, Jilly was laying naked with the covers thrown off the bed, one hand stimulating her mountain peak tits the other lazily running up and down her already wet slit. Bill would always laugh at her, take off his clothes and spend the next hour enjoying Jill's fabulous body. When finished Bill would shower in Jay's shower, dry himself off with Jay's towel and even comb his hair with Jay's comb. Why not? He had just pleasured himself with Jay's wife. He had just left a load of his thick jism in Jill's bald pussy. He had even taught her to suck cock and swallow cum. Something that Jilly admitted she had never done for her husband. Bill enjoyed going into the office late each morning and greeting Jay, the "goody, goody" businessman, who was frightened of his friend Mack Anderson. He loved looking at the handsome young husband and father, knowing that he had just shot his load of sperm into his wife's pussy or mouth. He loved that he had called her slut, cunt, bitch; and that the rougher he got with her the more the housewife seemed to like it. He would have to think of some more ways to make this young kid businessman pay, for his youth and idealism. He was sure that Jilly could be debased even more. Finally, Jay could wait no longer. He had to call Consolidated Manufacturing and tell them that he couldn't live up to his contract. The suppliers just couldn't get him the parts. Mack Anderson took Jay's call that day, and smiled to himself. That foolish young man had not known the business well enough. Mack had known that the production capacity was used up. Mack knew before he gave the contact to Jay, that Jay couldn't honor it. But he sure had enjoyed rubbing his face in Jay's wife tits. Now he would get even more from the young housewife, and business was as good as ever. If reports from his friend Bill were accurate, the obese Mr. Anderson was in for the time of his life. In his most serious voice Mr. Anderson told Jay to read the penalty clause for non-performance in the contract. Jay's heart sank as he read about hefty cash penalties for each month Jay didn't deliver. The six month contract would cost Jay his business and probably all of his and Jill's personal belongings as well. When Jay asked if there was anything he could do to prevent the penalty, Mack Anderson said, "Why don't you talk to my friend Bill McCurry. He has been in business for a long time. He might have some suggestions." Mack continued, "I'll talk with you soon, Jay '', and hung up the phone. Jay couldn't bring himself to talk with Bill McCurry that day but as he got more desperate, he finally relented. The next day when Bill came in to work, late as usual. Jay called him into his office. Bill entered the office smiling like a Cheshire cat and as he sat down he adjusted his still sticky cock in his pants. He hadn't taken a shower after fucking Jill this morning and his shriveled cock was sticking to his underwear. Tomorrow he would have to have the slutwife clean his cock off with her mouth. He didn't like the feel of the drying cum and pussy juice in his graying pubic hair. That was the problem with a shaved cunt, all the sex juice got all over him. He smiled, but that was a small price to pay for being able to eat that sweet bald pussy. "God, Jilly tasted choice", Bill thought, as he smiled insincerely at his boss. As Jay poured out his tale of woe. Bill smiled broader and broader. Mack's plan had worked. They had Jay and Jill by the short hairs. If Bill played his cards right he could enjoy the sexy slutwife of his boss anytime he wanted and probably end up owning Jay's company. He fantasized about having Jay working for him. Paying him slave wages and then calling the naive young husband into Bill's big new office and having Jay watch him fuck Jill on his big desk top. Maybe if Jay was humble enough he would let the husband eat Bill's cum out of his own wife's shorn pussy. Bill snapped himself out of the fantasy and looking straight a Jay said, "Boy, let me tell you whats been happening and what you can do to get yourself out of this mess. You should have been listening to me all along, and not treating me like some over-the-hill, has-been. Now its time to pay the piper, Mr. William's, company owner big shot." Bill told a shocked Jay that he had been visiting his wife Jill every morning for some uninhibited sex. He went on to say that he had steered Jay to the Gentlemen's Club so Bambi could take advantage of the boob job situation, befriend Jill and turn on her slutty side. Bill went on to say that there was only one way for Jay to get out of this mess. That was to go along with any games that Mr. Anderson might suggest. If Jay played his cards right his business could still flourish. And once Mack got tired of Jilly, Bill was sure that things in Jay's life could get back to normal. After all he had a good company and sweet daughter. Bill reminded the dejected husband that Jay was a respected member of the small town community. Bill ended his speech by saying, "after all, Jay, you let her lap dance for us and I've been banging her pussy for the last week and a half. In fact, right before I came in here this morning I had 6inches of wood buried in her snatch. If you go home right now you'll probably find her laying in your bed with my cum oozing out of her fuck hole." Jay raced out of the office, his flight was followed by the sounds of a laughing Bill McCurry. Poor Mrs. Crosby watched from the reception desk with worry as that "nice Mr. Williams" ran to his car. She could hear that "awful" Bill McCurry laughing. When Jay reached his home the scene he discovered was just as Bill had described. In fact, the nude Jill was slowly masturbating herself on their bed, using both hands. Her heavy eyelids closed, her tongue tracing her thick lips. As Jay watched from the door way in disbelief, she would scoop what appeared to be white strings from her glistening cunt and trail her fingers up her voluptuous body and then suck her fingers with obvious relish. Jay walked back down the stairs a beaten man. He had lost his wife and it looked like he would loose his business. All his work, all his life, all his love for his wife was over. Jill hadn't even been aware of her husband at the doorway. She got out of the bed turned on the tape player and began dancing in front of the mirror . Jay heard the bass beat of Jill dancing music over the click his front door closing as he left his home. Jay spent the rest of the day driving aimlessly. Trying to make sense out of the situation. He had always been a straight arrow. He never cheated, bribed or stole. What did it get him? A failing company and a slutwife. Sharks like McCurry and Anderson were the only ones to make it in this world. If he had just been more aggressive, more of a killer in business, none of this might have happened. He decided that the only good thing in his life was his daughter Shannon. He decided that he would not look back, but he would become a bastard business man just like the rest. He would become successful for his daughter. He would give Shannon everything. He would play hardball with McCurry and Anderson, and with Jill if necessary. He began to formulate a plan. He would have to give them all enough rope to hang themselves. Jay was silent the entire evening, and Jill could feel the tension. She attributed it to business problems. She asked Jay if she could come into the office in the morning to help. He rolled away form her on the bed and said sardonically, "that would be great Jill, why don't you come into the office when you finish up at home." Jill felt herself blush with guilt. She thought to herself, "maybe I can help Jay." The next morning Jay took Shannon to school, but rather then go to the office, he doubled back to his house. Sure enough Bill's car was parked across the street. As Jay silently climbed the stairs to his bedroom he could hear Bill saying, "that's right, suck on it you whore. Get it nice and hard so I can fuck your sweet pussy. I think today I'll take you doggy style, you have never been fucked doggy style have you, you little slut." As Jay crept down the hallway he could hear Jill trying to answer but the turgid cock meat pressing against the back of her throat muffled her answer. He heard a sharp slap of hand against soft flesh, then Bill barked, "On your hands and knees, get that ass and cunt high in the air." As Jay looked in the open doorway he saw Jill with her face buried in a pillow and Bill slowly easing his fuck stick into her from behind. "You have got the sweetest pussy I ever felt. I wish your prick of a husband was here to see me slipping you the bone. That's OK, if Mr. Anderson has his way "good Old Jay" is going to have lots of opportunity to see you dance and fuck", growled Bill as he bottomed out in Jill.. His dangling ball sac swinging forward and slapping Jill on her ultra sensitive clit. From the doorway Jay screamed, "I am here Bill, you son-of-a-bitch. Now get the hell out of my house, I'll see you at the office." A surprised Bill pulled his cock out of Jill grasping pussy, with a pop. He replied, "watch out Jay, don't get me pissed off or I'll tell my friend Mr. Anderson. But it looks like you two need to be alone. So I'll be nice and leave. But I need to talk with you later Jay, Mack told me what he wants, to save your ass." Bill pulled on his pants and left. When Jay had first spoken Jill dove under the covers, and curled into a fetal position. Jay could hear her sobbing and his heart broke. Jay pulled the sheet back from his naked wife and with pity in his eyes simply said, "Why Jill, Why?" Jill just sobbed. Jay steeled himself for what he had to do next.. "Well my bride, you like being a slut. Get your ass out of that bed and on your knees in front of me." When Jill didn't respond, Jay roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her to the floor. Even crying her fabulous body was sexy. As her body fell, her big tits bounced and swayed. The erotic sight of the exposed cowering woman gave Jay and instant hard-on. He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, "suck it 'Jilly'". For the first time Jay called her by the slut name "Jilly". Seeing the hard familiar cock in front of her and hearing herself being called Jilly, the abused housewife anxiously attacked Jay's stiff member. As Jilly stuffed her greedy mouth with cock meat Jay patted her head and said, "That's a good little slut. Bill tells me that you have learned how to swallow jism. That's fortunate because I have a big load for you. As Jill rolled her tongue around Jay's hot poker and fondled his nut sac, Jay new he would get even. As he painted Jill's tonsils with strings of cum, Jay knew that he would make them all pay. Beside he thought to himself, "I really like having my cock sucked." Mack wanted Bill, Jay and Jilly to meet him the next day in the City. He had reserved a suite in a posh hotel. Jay arranged for kindly, Mrs. Crosby to baby-sit and spend the night with Shannon. The next afternoon found the two men an Jill on the interstate in Jay's car. Jill sat glumly in the back seat, while Bill made jokes about climbing into the back and screwing her while truck drivers past them and honked their horns. But Jay said, "relax Bill from what Mr. Anderson said you'll probably get your chance." Jilly worried about her daughter and her marriage had slipped back into "Jill" mode and couldn't understand her husband's changed attitude. He had tried to stop the lap dancing when all of this had started. She would never understand the change that had taken place in her husband. He had simply been pushed to far. When the trio entered Mr. Anderson's expensive suite they were surprised to find Bambi. She was lounging topless on a huge couch while Mr. Anderson sat talking on the phone in an silk dressing gown. Bill said, "all right! Two gorgeous women to look at. Jilly why don't you get comfortable like Bambi. She was always my favorite at the club." Jill looked over at Jay with apprehension. Mack hung up the phone and said, "Just talking to some suppliers Jay. I need to pay them off to get timely deliveries. To bad you didn't learn that lesson. In fact they will be here later for part of the pay-off. If tonight goes well, I'll let you off the hook this month. Then you can see if your little business can do better next month. If not, I'm sure that we can continue tonight's arrangement. Yes Jilly, my dear why don't you get comfortable with Bambi on the couch." Bill, started chanting "Jilly, Jilly, Jilly" as Mack, completely ignoring Jay, walked up to the young husband's wife and began stroking her tits. "I love what the Doctor did for you Jilly, let me get a look at my 'investment'." The depravity of the situation and the sultry look of Bambi started Jilly's blood racing. Unconsciously she began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Bambi stood and began stripping the clothes from Jilly's body. Touching her where and how a woman knows how to touch. When she was gloriously naked the four people stared in awe at the work of art that stood before them. "Damn", said Bambi, "I'm glad she doesn't work at the club. The rest of us girls wouldn't make a dime." Bambi lead Jilly to the couch, and in a repeat of the afternoon so many weeks before, knelt between her outstretched ivory thighs and began to worship the young mother's pussy with her tongue. The three men watched in rapt attention. Jilly's, completely in character loved the exhibitionism of the situation, and her hands played gently with her tits. Bambi, on her knees, lapped at the pink slit. Bambi's breasts swung back and forth in time with her head movement. The sight of the two women was so erotic that Bill stripped off his clothes and began stroking his hard cock. Mack's stubby pole made a small tent in his dressing gown. Jay sat in a chair in the corner and watched the tableau. Bill, unable to control himself, crept up behind Bambi, pulled her panties to one side and started to push his cock into her. She jumped up and pushed him away. "I'm not some whore. I'm here to dance. I fuck who I want, when I want. If you want to fuck somebody, stick that thing into the pussy I just got ready for you. Jilly's the slut here not me." Jay couldn't believe how far his wife had fallen. As he sat in the corner a professional stripper was calling his wife a whore. To make matters worse Jilly had grabbed Bill's cock in her delicate hand and was guiding it between her obscenely stretched legs. As the bulbous head made contact with her labia, Jill hooked her legs behind Bill's ass and drew him into her. Mack dropped his dressing gown and climbed onto the couch. His immense weight threw Jill's torso to the side. Her face smacking against his big hairy belly. Mack lifted his stomach flesh away from his groin and dangled his short dark pecker in Jill's face. After it bounced across her eyes and nose she finally grasped it between her pouty lips and began sucking noisily. The noise of her working mouth was deadened when Mack dropped his thickly matted belly onto Jill's head obscuring the obscene sight from everyone. "Hey Jilly, two cocks at once. Do you like it?" cheered Bill. Jilly's only response was to kick Bill's flabby ass harder, encouraging his relentless assault on her silky smooth pussy. The two men quickly dropped their loads into the stimulated Jilly. As the men recovered Bambi lead Jill to another room. As she walked sperm leaked out of Jilly's cunt and another glob of white goo clung to the corner of her mouth. Good to his word Mack's room was soon full of four more men. They were representatives of various manufacturing companies. Jay was introduced as a colleague, but also as the husband of one of the entertainers who would be out shortly. As Jay and Bill fixed drinks for the men, Mack told the men that he had two strippers lined up for the evening. Amid the hoots and cheers, music began playing and Bambi and Jilly entered the room. As soon as she heard the music Jilly slipped into her dancer persona. She was not even aware that Jay was in the room. All she saw was the chance to dance for a group of men and she was in heaven. Her wife and mother personality was completely submerged. Her pussy throbbed to the beat of the music. She was uncomfortable in the costume that Bambi had put on her. Particularly uncomfortable were the high heels that caused her to mince her steps. But she must admit that the walk forced by the shoes caused her tits and ass to jiggle enticingly.