Corporate Benefits

     Like many men who have written, I have always had a special
desire for my wife to be with another man.  The fact that others
might want and desire her makes me incredibly horny.  To that
end, we have experimented often with dressing her in outrageous
clothing and allowing men in malls, parking lots, highways, bars,
etc to catch glimpses of her body under very public situations. 
We had discussed this fantasy at great length over a period of
years without anything actually occurring.  We had failed, it
seems, to attract the right man.  Or perhaps we were too
shy/unsure of how to connect with the right one to have success.  

     Susan worked as the secretary to the Vice President of a
small advertising corporation.  The office was completely
populated with men except for her.  She took great effort after
being hired to maintain a mixture of friendly banter and
professional conduct.  As our active fantasy lives progressed,
she began to wear more and more revealing outfits to the office
each day, all the while trying to gauge the other men's opinions.
Dave, the VP, seemed intrigued with watching her move around the
offices.  He almost stared whenever she was working at the lower
filing cabinet drawer while wearing a skirt.  Susan, being well
aware of his interest, she made sure she occasionally bent over
his desk and revealed her lace brassiere or showed her panties to
him when the working situation allowed.

     Susan was amazed at the amount of attention she managed to
get - not only did Dave watch avidly, but other account
executives found reasons to hang around the VP's office
throughout the day, trying to casually pass the time while they
tried to observe her.  Office lunch meetings suddenly became
popular and Susan was 'expected' to attend, ostensively to take
notes but really so that the men could spend time looking - and
dreaming.  Yet none approached her, at least none she took too
seriously.  I encouraged her to look and even touch as much as
she wanted.  Each night she related the days events to me with an
incredible gleam in her eye.  Then life took an interesting turn.

     After everyone left from the table one day, Dave lingered
and asked Susan to wait with him.  As soon as they were alone, he
looked at her and said "I have really come to appreciate how
truly lovely and sexy you are since you've changed your wardrobe. 
The others agree with me wholeheartedly.  I would like to make
you more of a corporate asset, if you are willing."  "Of course,
Dave," she replied with a smile, "If there is anything I could do
to be more of a team player or more help to the organization I
would gladly do it!!"

     Dave stared for a moment then rose as if making a decision. 
"I will meet you at Trefoils at 9 tonight.  We will be having a
business dinner so I want you to dress properly.  I think the
green dress you wore last week would be perfect.  Oh," he
continued as if an afterthought, "stockings, a garter belt, and
some lacy lingerie are also appropriate."  She sat a little
stunned as he walked away.  He had given her instructions exactly
as if she were expected to obey him.  All afternoon her mind
whirled at the implications and the possibilities.  The green
dress he mentioned had buttons from hem to neckline and was
almost virtually transparent - she'd worn a full slip under it to
the office but she knew she wouldn't tonight.  

     She presented herself to the Maitre D' and was escorted to a
secluded section of the restaurant.  Dave rose upon her arrival
and, as she began to slide into the booth seat, flipped her skirt
up so that she sat with only her G string between her ass and the
seat.  The waiter took drink orders and disappeared.  She was
startled to feel Dave's hand resting on her knee yet gave no
resistance when he began to caress her thighs beneath the table. 
As the waiter returned with the drinks, his fingers suddenly rose
and stroked her covered slit.  She couldn't possibly react with
the waiter standing there, so she allowed his hand to roam - she
even widened her legs to give him better access!  

     During the salad, he leaned towards her and said softly
"Unbutton the top two buttons."  Nervously, she did as she was
told even though she knew that with only five buttons holding her
dress closed, the opening of two would expose her almost to her
waist.  Dave carelessly brushed the soft cloth back, further
exposing her lace covered breasts.  When the waiter came with the
main course, his eyes almost fell out of his head.  He left, and
again Dave continued to touch and stroke her whenever he felt
like it.  Breasts.  Nipples. Thighs.  Pussy.  She hardly knew
what food was in front of her as she became mesmerized with his
attentions.  He had her stand, removed her G string and placed it
clearly on the top of the table.  He had her open the two lower
buttons of her dress as well.  Only a single button at her waist
held it closed.  Her legs were spread obscenely at his insistent
efforts to make her have an orgasm.  The return of the waiter
with the check was the final straw, though.  

     Dave calmly and slowly read through the bill, making sure
that all was in order.  The entire time, he was stroking her clit
with his fingers in plain view of the waiter.  He stopped for a
moment to retrieve a credit card, reached and unbuttoned the
final dress button, then spread the transparent cloth completely. 
"Thank you," he told the gaping waiter who left with only a
single backward glance.  Then entire situation finally got to
Susan and she shuddered violently through an intense orgasm. 
Dave guided her out the back entrance, her dress wide open.  

     They approached her car, he told her to remove her dress,
and held out his hand.  Nervously, she glanced around the
darkened lot and, seeing no one in view, did as she was told.  He
helped her into the driver seat and waited until the door closed. 
"You are going to be an excellent asset, Susan.  Go home and fuck
your husband.  I will keep your dress and G string until
tomorrow.  You can explain your lack of clothing to him anyway
you want, it doesn't matter to me.  I think we now have a perfect
understanding of each other's roles, don't we?"

     "Yes," she stammered, "I think we do."  "Your dress code now
requires stockings, garter, and a lace brassiere if you wear one
at all.  No pantyhose.  No panties.  Skirts, sheer blouses and
dresses.  With buttons. Good night," he said with a smile.  Her
explanation that night (and my reaction to it) was a sight to
behold.  Never had I been so turned on!  Susan was incredible -
she described the scene explicitly in vulgar language, something
she'd never used before in bed.  She demanded my attention and I
willingly gave it. Our sexual life reached extraordinary heights
that night!

     Yet it didn't end there.  At work, Susan would often find
herself called into Dave's office.  He would tell her to disrobe
and show him every article of clothing she was wearing that day. 
Frequently, he would reach under her skirt as she stood beside
his desk and play with her clit as he talked to her.  If she was
braless, he would insist she open an extra button or two so that
her luscious breasts would be more clearly exposed.  He purchased
a glass table for her to use as a desk, placing it so that he
could look directly at her spread pussy from his office.  Once,
she walked in at his summons to find him talking on the phone
with his hardened cock in his hand.  He just waved her in and
motioned for her to kneel beside him.  When she did, he swivelled
his chair and pulled her mouth onto his cock.  He maintained his
conversation as he relaxed into her blowjob.  He placed the call
on hold for a moment, pulled his cock from her mouth, and sprayed
his semen across her face.  

     This, too, became an everyday occurrence.  Dave made sure
she gave him at least one orgasm every day - she jerked him off,
sucked him off, and even brought him to orgasm between her tits. 
His sperm spewed onto almost every inch of her body in the course
of a month.  Yet, as wild and enjoyable as all of this was, she
still hadn't gotten fucked by another man.  She was in almost a
frenzy over it, but Dave would not allow her any control
whatsoever over what was done to her.  The piece de resistance
come during a business convention located at a distant city. 
Once again, she wasn't asked about going: she was told to be at
the airport at a certain time and that she'd return home 4 days
later.

     She had packed clothing with Dave's orders clearly in mind,
but upon their arrival in Culver, they took a cab directly to the
shopping district where Dave proceeded to purchase a complete
wardrobe for her.  Exotic leather skirts, ultra sheer blouses,
stockings, a merry widow corset, six inch spiked heels and, most
outrageously, a thin slip to be worn as a dress.  After the
purchases were stowed in the trunk, Dave drove to a seedier part
of town, stopped at a small store and left her sitting as he went
inside.  Several minutes later he reappeared carrying a brown
paper bag. 

     They drove directly to the hotel where Susan was surprised
to find that there were two rooms instead of one.  She'd assumed
Dave was going to share a single one with her.  There was a
connecting door between them at least.  Dave told her to take a
bath and change, then quietly closed the door.  As she relaxed in
the steamy bath, she wondered again what might be in store for
her.  She knew she had my permission to do anything at all, and
she'd decided to go for broke and see what happened.  After all,
she snickered, it's not as if I've been a monogamous wife these
last weeks!  Her mind drifted in the warmth, returning again and
again to Dave's erect cock and the things she'd done with it.

     Moments after she finally dragged herself out of the cooling
tub and had gotten dressed, the door opened and Dave entered.  He
placed a thick choker necklace around her throat, spun her around
gently and surveyed her appearance.  She had chosen to wear the
merry widow beneath an incredibly sheer black blouse, a black
suede skirt that covered the tops of her stockings (when she
stood), and her very spiked heels.  The overall effect was
blatantly sexual: her breasts were clearly visible, lifted and
thrust forward by the braless underwired corset with only the
sheer blouse actually covering them.  The choker was also made of
leather and reminded her of a collar.  She gasped as she realized
that was exactly what Dave had intended!!

     "We're having dinner with a client tonight.  I expect you
will be your usual entertaining self," he said with a smile. 
With that, he led her from the room and into the elevator.  As
they descended, he playfully pulled and twisted her nipples one
after the other.  When another guest got on, he merely turned to
face her and continued.  By the time they'd reached the
restaurant, he'd also run his fingers under her skirt and
determined that she not only didn't wear any panties, but her
slit was thoroughly drenched.

     They were joined by Arthur, a contact within a very large
firm who's advertising money was as yet uncommitted.  She was
placed between the two in the curved booth and, once again, Dave
lifted her skirt as she was seated. "Arthur, this is Susan," Dave
began.  "You must agree, she is a tremendous corporate benefit.
She is the one I told you about.  She came on this trip for one
reason and one reason only. She is the corporate whore."

     Susan's sharp intake of breath and widened eyes were her
only reaction.  Not that her mind wasn't racing and wondering
what the hell she'd gotten into, but Dave held her thigh to
prevent any further movement giving her amateur status away to
Arthur.  Oh Lord, she thought desperately, I am in really, really
deep here!  Before she could vocalize a sound, Arthur's hand was
on her other thigh, sliding upward over the stocking tops.  She
felt her legs being tugged apart: one by Dave, one by Arthur.  In
an eyeblink, they had draped her legs over theirs so that she was
almost spreadeagled beneath the table cloth.  

     Neither the movement of the waiters nor the other patrons
seemed to deter the men.  They touched her in every manner
conceivable until she had a shuddering orgasm.  She remained in
that position throughout the meal, the men occasionally reaching
to stroke her again and again.  When they finished the dinner,
the three left the restaurant and Dave whispered into her ear
"Take him to your room and leave my door open.  Let him do
whatever he wants."

     Once again in the elevator, Susan cleared her throat
hesitantly and said "I'm in 1704.  Please come join me." 
"Alright," Arthur replied with a smile, "I will."  Dave got off
one floor below and the two remaining proceeded to her room. 
Once inside, Susan unobtrusively checked the connecting door to
make sure it was open, then turned to Arthur and smiled.  Without
a word she dropped to her knees, opened and lowered his pants and
shorts, and proceeded to lick and suck him.  He was 'of smaller
stature' than she was used to (or so she said), but she made
every effort to give as much pleasure as possible.  And it didn't
take long.  With no warning at all, she felt him swell and begin
to spurt into her mouth.  The sheer volume of fluid overflowed
her gulping throat and ran down her face.

     "I am certainly glad my company decided to give our business
to your firm," Arthur said as he fixed his clothing.  "I think
we'll have a very profitable future ahead."  She knelt before him
and smiled as he said goodbye and departed.  Immediately, the
door to Dave's room swung open and he entered.  "Very, very nice
Susan, now I want you to come over here." he said as he opened
his robe and sat in the chair.  Without hesitation, she knelt
before her second man in minutes and began to suck his cock
voraciously.

     "Yes," he said as he reached for the phone and began
dialing, "you are going to be an excellent corporate whore." 
"Who are you calling?" she asked between licks.  "Just get back
to work, slut, I want to come," he said.  "Hello?  Robert?  Dave. 
Listen, it's early and I want to know if you are still interested
in our thank you gift.  Yes.  Of course, of course!!  Room 1704. 
Susan. Okay. Bye!"  He hummed softly to himself as she continued
her ministrations until he finally pulled her head away from his
cock.  "Well, there's no time right now, we'll have to continue
later," he said as he stood a left the room.

     He returned in a moment carrying a brown bag.  He pulled
some items from the bag, placing them around the bed.  "Come over
here," he said.  Quickly she found herself handcuffed and tied so
that her ankles and hands were attached to each other.  Her
position left her no choice but to lay on the bed with her knees
widely spread, her arms trapped at her sides.  "You'll like
Robert," he said with a smile.  "He'll be here in a moment."  And
he again left the room.

     The man she assumed was Robert entered the room and grinned
at her.  Without saying a word, her disrobed and her eyes widened
as she realized he was the owner of one of the largest cocks she
had ever imagined.  He walked to the side of the bed and
carelessly rubbed the cockhead against her face until she began
to stretch her mouth towards it in hopes of sucking him.  He
allowed her to lick the head, but she was unable to take more
than a few inches of it into her mouth.  He stepped back and
inspected her with approval.  Finally, he climbed onto her
restrained body and placed the head against the opening of her
pussy.  "Oh God," she murmured, "Please.  I want it so bad. 
Please fuck me!"

     With a grunt her leaned harder until the head finally
slipped within her.  Stroke after stroke followed, her orgasms
crashed against her.  Deeper and deeper his cock slid until, at
last, she knew he was completely engulfed inside her.  He was a
slow, steady cocksman - he withdrew almost completely and again
slid it home.  She was delirious with pleasure and he fucked her. 
Her hips bucked and strained to take more and more of him.  She
wanted it all, wanted him as badly as anyone she'd ever fucked. 
As his excitement rose, he began to pound into her harder and
harder as she moaned until she felt him begin to grow!  Just
before his orgasm erupted, he withdrew his cock and sprayed her
face with cum.  Spurt after spurt fell on her and she tried to
capture as much as she could in her mouth.  Still no saying a
word, he dressed and left the room.

     Dave reentered and released her restraints, telling her to
bathe and change into something else.  Numbly she complied,
relishing the warmth of the fragrant waters of the tub.  she
exited, dried and selected her new attire.  A soft cotton skirt
with pleats complimented the blouse of white silk.  She wore no
brassiere, but hooked her stockings to a white garter belt and
placed a different pair of spiked shoes on her feet.  She twirled
before the mirror, realizing that the skirt lifted completely to
her waist as she did.  

     They left the room together and went to the hospitality
suite.  There they found several men lounging around talking and
watching the hotel television.  Dave seemed to know everyone
present, she even recognized some names from times they had
called the office.  Her knees shook from the fucking she had just
received, but she never left Dave's side.  He seemed to be
talking almost everyone - a word here, a smile there.  After an
hour of socializing, he turned to her and said "There is a
bedroom through those doors.  Go in.  Someone will join you in a
moment."

     With trepidation she complied, not knowing exactly what to
expect.  Within minutes, a man came in to find her sitting on the
edge of the bed.  Wasting no time, he pulled his medium sized
dick from his pants and stepped towards her.  She knew what was
expected without having to be told.  His cock slipped past her
lips and her tongue went to work on him.  He lasted only a few
seconds before splashing her throat with juice.  As he opened the
door, a second man entered.  "No blowjob, slut, I want to fuck
you," he said as he approached and began to squeeze and touch her
breasts.  Obediently, she reclined and the man climbed between
her waiting thighs.  His cock was also of average length and,
after Robert's monster, she was readily able to take him deeply
into her pussy.  He pounded her for several minutes and spurted
violently.
     
     He rose and before she was able to even move, another man
took his place.  She hadn't even seen him open the door!  As he
stroked within her, she was flabbergasted to realize someone else
was standing beside the bed.  She reached and drew his dick into
her mouth.  Orgasm after orgasm took her - she lost all track of
time.  When the cocks finally stopped being shoved in her or
towards her several hours had passed, she was naked except for
stockings, garter and shoes, and she was covered in a tremendous
amount of cum.  

     "How ... how many?" she gasped at Dave.  He laughed, helping
her onto her feet and into her clothing, "I think there were 10,
but I know for a fact that several came back for a second
chance."  "TEN!" she asked shakily, "what have you done?"  "I've
done exactly what I intended," he replied, "I've turned you into
a most wonderful whore!"

     She returned after four days with a huge smile on her face. 
She told me of her exploits with breathless amazement.  The firm
had signed up over 25 new clients during the convention and she
was convinced that she was the reason they chose Dave's office to
do the work.  Every day they were in Culver, she was fucked by as
many men as Dave could arrange.  She'd had 12 the first evening,
25 the second day (some of them the same men), 30 or so the third
and as many the fourth.  Well, it could have been more.  It seems
Dave had placed her in what he called the 'party room' and she
took on men nonstop for six hours, stopping only for dinner.  She
had no idea how many men had orgasms during that free-for-all. 
She only knew that she'd been a complete slut, allowing herself
to take three men at the same time - her mouth, her pussy and her
asshole were filled with cock.  Truly, she'd become a corporate
benefit!!!