Jill Cumbest sat back and rubbed her eyes. It was after ten, well past quiting time, but the market research she and her team had been slaving on for weeks was finally done. She had just finished getting it all compiled and presentable. Giving the final chart one last glance, she rolled her tired shoulders. A sigh escaped her lips before she saved the document and shut her computer down.
She was the only one left in the building, except for the single security guard in the lobby, but that was nothing new. The last two weeks had been consumed with the market research for the new lingerie line. Before that it was a location search for a new outlet; before that research on color preferences for their target market. It was all good use of her degree in marketing, but the constant long hours were putting a strain on her team and on her marriage. Tomorrow morning at nine she would present to Lorraine Sapho, the owner of “For Women Only.” She really wanted to impress her boss. As Vice President of Marketing, she was the logical choice to replace the already retired Chief Marketing Officer, Sarah Sapho, Lorraine’ aunt, but nothing had been said yet. Maybe all of her hard work would pay off. She certainly hoped so.
Lorraine was a good boss. She cared deeply for her people and she worked very hard to grow the business, which was good for everyone. She paid well, gave out compliments, and rewarded good work. But she was also a control freak and a huge micro-manager. Sometimes Jill thought Lorraine was trying to run her life outside of work as completely as she was now controlling the marketing division. Jill had heard stories of Lorraine telling employees how to dress, how to look, even who to date or not date. Fortunately she seemed to approve of Jill’s fashion sense and life choices; especially Jill’s husband, Martin.
As she waited for her laptop to shut down, she thought about her husband. A smile crept onto her tired face. Martin was the kindest, gentlest man she’d ever met. She often thought of him as her gentle giant. She’d played basketball in college and had been among the taller women on her team, but Martin towered over her. She loved being held in his arms, snuggling into his muscled chest. He was handsome; golden blond hair, fair skinned, crystal blue eyes, so tall, and God those muscles. She needed to get more time with him. Maybe after the presentation tomorrow she could.
Heaving a sign, she tucked her laptop into it’s case. With her purse on one shoulder and her laptop on the other, she left her office, waving goodbye to the lone security guard, a stout woman with a perpetually stern face, before riding the elevator down to the parking level. Traffic was light this time of night so forty-five minutes later she pulled into her garage and shut the overhead door before heading into the house.
Their garage led straight to the kitchen, but eleven-thirty was too late for her to want to eat so she tiptoed through the house to their master bedroom. Ten minutes later, teeth brushed and changed into her nightgown, Jill climbed into bed beside her husband. He stirred just enough to pull her close to him and she fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning, Jill woke up early and spent thirty minutes on her elliptical while Martin jogged on his treadmill beside her. After a quick shower she dressed in a smart business suit, a mid thigh black skirt that showed off her long legs with a white blouse that showed a couple of inches of cleavage, grabbed her computer and, after giving her husband a quick kiss on the cheek, she hurried out the door.
Wednesday. Three more days until the weekend. She wasn’t going to work this weekend, she vowed. She needed the time to reconnect with Martin. Their intimacy had suffered to the point that they had only made love five times in the last two weeks. She needed more and she knew Martin did too. Just three days and she’d make it up to him; two full days of time to themselves, no distractions. The thought made her smile.
She walked into her office at seven-fifty-five; had her coffee cup filled before eight and was in the conference room with her laptop hooked up to the projector and ready for her presentation by eight-forty. She went over her presentation in her head, and took a deep breath. She was ready.
Lorraine walked into the room at eight-fifty-five and smiled at Jill. Giving her a nod of approval for being ready ahead of time, Lorraine sat at the head of the large oval conference table. She wore a simple, but flattering peach business suit, obviously tailored to fit her perfectly. Her pleated white blouse didn’t hide her figure, actually accenting her large breasts and showing a good amount of cleavage. Her mid-thigh pencil skirt was tight enough to show off her well rounded bottom. Her jet black hair was cut in a short bob that curled in just a little at the ends. Her makeup was perfect; red lips, deep blue eye shadow that highlighted her hazel eyes and just enough rouge to color her cheeks.
Jill bahçeşehir escort took a deep breath; Lorraine’s heady perfume catching her attention. It wasn’t overbearing, but was enough to entice. The perfume stirred something inside of Jill and she felt her heart beat faster. Lorraine often had this effect on Jill, but she’d always attributed it to the control Lorraine had over Jill’s life. Even though Lorraine was nearly a foot shorter than Jill, her confidence and general demeanor always cowed Jill a little. Lorraine was beautiful, commanding, smiling.
Suddenly Jill realized she’d been staring and she quickly averted her eyes, forcing herself to look back to her opening slide on the screen. Just then the door opened and Alva Sapho entered. Alva was Lorraine’s wife and the companies Chief Financial Officer. Supremely intelligent, and very detailed oriented, Alva kept a tight rein on the company’s finances. Alva was followed closely by Nicey Janau, the Vice President of operations, and Lisa Quinn, the Vice President of Human Resources. Jill was a little puzzled by Lisa’s presence since marketing wasn’t a human resources issue but gave each of them a warm smile.
Alva was a short Hispanic woman with perfect golden brown skin, big gorgeous eyes, and a body that any man would drool over. Her luxurious coal black hair surrounded her head and flowed down her back, almost reaching her incredible ass. Her large round breasts strained against the light fabric of her white button up top with the top three buttons undone and Jill’s eyes were drawn to the long cleavage displayed. Looking at Alva was enough to make Jill question her sexual orientation, although, thinking of Martin always renewed her conviction of her hetrosexuality. Still, if she were to ever experiment… Jill let the thought go with a smile.
Nicey’s presence wasn’t a surprise. She and Jill had worked closely on this project, both teams involved in determining what they could really produce and what it would cost. Those numbers, combined with demand predictions had allowed Jill to build pricing and revenue models. Jill genuinely liked Nicey and her husband Carlton. In fact, Jill and Martin both liked the Janaus. The four of them had dinner frequently and attended parties and other functions together. Everything was always more fun with Nicey around, although Carlton did tend to flirt with Jill some. Martin had never become upset, and truthfully she’d caught Martin flirting with Nicey as well. Just good fun and nothing serious though.
“It looks like we are all here,” Lorraine said, “You may begin.”
Jill smiled at at the group and then started her presentation. For the next hour Jill went over all of the numbers, demographics, break-even points, and sales projections her and Nicey’s teams had worked so hard to compile, all the while Lorraine sat there with a passive look on her face, never once giving away her thoughts. Jill frequently gave Nicey and her team credit for the work they had done along with praise for her own team members. Jill felt it was important to give credit and praise where it was due. As the presentation went on, she could feel a trickle of sweat in the middle of her back, but she somehow managed to keep her smile on her face and enthusiasm in her voice. She believed in this new line and she really wanted to sell it. As she wrapped up the last slide, Lorraine turned to Alva.
“What do you think, love?”
“I think we have found our girls, although there is one last test.” Alva hadn’t hesitated in her response and her eyes hadn’t left Jill.
“Yes, there is one last matter.” Lorraine turned back to Jill. “Alva and I are having a little get together this weekend, it will be small. We’d like you and Nicey to bring your spouses. Oh, and plan on spending the weekend.” Turning to Lisa, Lorraine continued, “Lisa, you may proceed as planned.”
“So, are we going to go forward with the new line?” Jill asked, shaking her head.
“Of course we are. You’re presentation was very convincing. Oh, and I need you and Nicey to come by my office Friday at ten. We’ll talk about this weekend then. Now, you both need to go spend some quality time with your husbands. But don’t wear them all out before this weekend.” Lorraine and Alva exited the conference room, leaving Jill standing there with a silly grin on her face.
She couldn’t wait to tell Martin how well it had gone. Nicey came up to her and gave her a firm hug.
“Way to go, girl. Any idea of what this weekend is about?”
Nicey was a beautiful woman with dark chocolate skin. Her raven black hair was styled in a cute pixie cut that left her ears exposed and didn’t quite cover her collar. She always wore purple lipstick that accented her dark complexion beautifully.
“I really don’t,” Jill giggled.
“You’ve heard the stories, right?” Nicey asked conspiratorially.
Jill glanced over at Lisa, who seemed to be engrossed in some paperwork.
“I don’t believe bakırköy escort everything I hear. Martin and I aren’t swingers.”
“Have you talked about it before? Carlton and I have. We’ve never done it, but I know he would jump at a chance with you.”
“What are you talking about? He has his Nubian Princess. He loves you too much to cheat.” Jill was shocked at Nicey’s cavalier assumption.
“Not cheat, silly, just swing. Besides what man wouldn’t want to have a Scandanavian queen like you. And I have to tell you, I wouldn’t kick Martin out of my bed for eating crackers.”
Just then Lisa cleared her throat.
“Lorraine wanted me to make sure you both went home right after we were done. Oh, and don’t come in tomorrow. Lorraine wants to meet with both of you on Friday morning at ten. You don’t need to show up again until then.” Lisa gave them another smile and then left.
Jill and Nicey looked at each other.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” they both asked in unison and then laughed.
“Yep, Carlton isn’t expecting me home early today, so …”
“Spa Day!” Jill clapped and then hugged Nicey.
Unintentionally, Nicey’s face went right between Jill’s breasts during the hug, but neither woman minded. They broke the hug and practically ran from the conference room.
That night Jill made a light supper for her and Martin. While they ate, she told him all about the presentation and Lorraine’s response.
“I hope you don’t mind going over to Lorraine’s this weekend. I guess we’ll need to pack extra clothes,” Jill said at the end.
Martin gave her a small chuckle. “What do you want to do if this is an invite to a sex party?”
“Martin!”
“Oh come on. You’ve heard the same stories I have, shoot you told me most of them.”
“You don’t really,” Jill paused and her eyes went wide. “Oh my God! I was so excited about the presentation, I didn’t even think. Oh!”
“We’ve talked about swinging before,” Martin said with a sly smile.
“But Nicey and Carlton will be there too.” Jill felt her pulse racing as she thought about the implications.
“Carlton has made it very clear he’d love to get into your pants, babe.” Martin laughed at Jill’s expression.
“And Nicey told me flat out she want’s you, today,” Jill bantered back.
“So the question still stands.”
“I don’t want to offend my boss right when I think she may be about to offer me a C level position.”
“Clearly that would be bad form,” Martin smirked.
“Oh fuck! You pig, you want to fuck Nicey, don’t you.” Jill smiled at her husband.
“Only if you were totally okay with it and it wasn’t just me. I mean, it would have to be a mutual swing thing. But would you be okay with it? What if Lorraine’s intent is a huge orgy? Could you handle that?”
Jill stood still for several moments. “I guess so, maybe. I don’t know. I’m not a prude.” In college she and her sorority sisters had been pretty wild so it wasn’t like this would be her first wild sex party. Still. She looked at Martin carefully. “I know you love me and won’t run off with Lorraine.” It wasn’t quite a question.
“Especially since she is married to another woman,” Martin interjected.
“And I know Nicey and Carlton love each other,” Jill continued giving her husband a side eye glance. “So I guess we should be prepared if something does happen. This feels weird, even thinking about it.”
“Well it may be nothing more than a weekend of visiting. You never know.”
“Lorraine is meeting with Nicey and me on Friday. I assume she will tell us what to expect this weekend then. If she says anything about swinging or drops any hints, I’ll let you know.”
While Martin cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, Jill quickly slipped into his favorite teddy and arranged herself on the couch in what she hoped was a sexy pose.
Martin grinned like a schoolboy when he saw Jill on the couch. His smile warmed her heart. Without speaking, he walked over to her. She watched as he knelt beside the couch and then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. Their lips parted, tongues dancing together, as their passion bloomed. Jill gasped as she felt herself slip from the couch and slide to the floor. Laughing warmly, Martin crouched over her. Looking into his eyes, she saw his love for her. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders.
“Make love to me, Martin. I want to feel you inside me.”
He wiggled out of his shirt as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Shoving his pants and boxers down, she gripped his long shaft and stroked. Feeling him harden in her hand, she leaned up and kissed him again. His hand found her breast, bringing a moan from her lips. Spreading her legs, she welcomed him, guiding him to her already damp sex. Their lips pressed together. Jill wrapped her arms around him, pulling başakşehir escort him down onto her, feeling his weight.
He was so big. As he pressed into her, he stretched her wide, not painful, but tight. Only half way in, she already felt full but she knew she could take all of him and she welcomed it.
Always gentle with her, Martin eased in slowly, letting her body adjust. Finally he was fully in, his large balls resting on her full bottom.
“God that feels so amazing. You’re cock is amazing.” Jill wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside her.
“You are a wonderful woman. About to become the CMO of a wonderful company. You’re smart; beautiful. I am proud to be your husband. So proud of you.” His hand brushed the side of her face, up into her long blonde hair. “I want you to know that I will always love you and support you in every way I can.”
She felt him pull out, until just the large knob of his cock remained inside her. As he pushed back in, she used her legs to pull him in tighter. They built up a steady rhythm. Clinging to him, tears welled up in her eyes. She loved him so much. She loved being connected to him; loved having him inside her.
They kissed passionately as they made love, tears of joy and love streaming down her face. Her orgasm sparked inside her, growing rapidly. Fire spread from her center outward, engulfing her. She clung to Martin desperately as her body convulsed and shook. A howl erupted from her lips as her legs dropped and her body stiffened. Her hips pressed up pushing against her husband. She clutched him, shuddering in the last throws of her climax. Finally, she dropped limp to the floor, panting, eyes staring aimlessly.
Martin withdrew from her, scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Jill revived from her climax, smiling at him as he gently lowered her to the bed. He hadn’t finished in the living room and she watched as he rolled a condom onto his turgid cock. It was something he had started doing two weeks ago.
“Why are you wearing condoms now?” she asked as he finished.
He smiled at her. “Just being careful. I know you are not on birth control.”
“Don’t you want children with me?”
She was suddenly feeling insecure. They had talked about having children in the past and Martin had always seemed excited about it. It had been her that had been reluctant to start their family.
“No, sweetheart, that’s not it at all.” Martin frowned but continued. “I don’t want to do anything, even unintentionally, that would keep you from achieving your goals.”
She smiled up at him. “I love you so much. Come here you big lug and fuck me silly.”
Friday morning at ten after ten, Jill and Nicey were sitting in Lorraine’s office. Nicey was grinning like a cheshire cat. Jill’s mouth was hanging open, her eyes wide, as she stared at her boss.
“You want Martin to father a child with Alva? Why?” Jill sputtered when she could finally speak.
Lorraine’s face was calm, her lips raised in a smile. Alva sat off to the side, also smiling.
“It’s the only way way to make it work. When my mother started this business she put in some immutable by-laws. One of those by-laws is that only members of our extended family could be officers of the company. If Martin father’s my wife’s child, he becomes a part of our family, and you, being married to him, also become a part of our family. Until the birth we can make you acting CMO, but that can only be for a period of one year.” Lorraine sat back. “So, without Martin giving Alva a child, we can’t make you CMO. It’s not like a quid-pro-quo, because the by-laws simply prevent us from promoting you.”
Jill sat back. “But…” She shook her head.
Could she do it? Could she ask Martin to do this for her?
“So where does that leave me?” Nicey asked, her laughter had faded and she now looked concerned.
“That brings me to the second part. Martin needs to father a child with you as well, Nicey,” Lorraine said, her voice matter of fact.
“What the fuck!” Nicey burst out, then quickly followed it. “I mean, why? What would that do for your by-laws.”
“It’s simple really. Since Martin will be a part of our family, when he fathers your child, your child will become a part of our family, and by virtue of that relationship, you will also be a part of the family. Remember, my mother specifically said ‘extended’ family. Our lawyers have assured us that this plan is sound.”
“I don’t think I could ever talk Carlton into going along with this,” Nicey said shaking her head.
“He already has, but he did have a condition.” Lorraine turned to Jill. “Since Martin is fathering a child with Nicey, Carlton wants you to have his child.”
“Holy fucking shit! First you want my husband to have children with two other women and then you want me to have a child with my best friend’s husband. You’re crazy, you know that?” Jill’s face was red. “There is absolutely no way Martin would ever go for this.”
Lorraine reached out and took Jill’s hand. “He has already agreed to all of it, as long as you agree. He won’t do any of it without your total consent.”
Jill shook her head. “I don’t believe it.”
“Has he worn a condom for the last two weeks?” Lorraine asked softly.