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!!!