Alphia Corporation

Meanwhile, across town, Tom and Nancy Owens were sitting down to their breakfast.

"You have a meeting with the ladies this afternoon, don't you?" Nancy Owens asked her husband as they sat together in their favorite trendy morning coffee shop they breakfasted in each morning.

"Yeah," Tom said. "I don't usually attend, but Karen told me that there was some big thing that all the ... non-employed junior executive spouses needed to discuss. Mrs. Bishop is going to be there to lead the meeting this time, I think."

"Hmm," Nancy said, blowing the steam off the huge mug of tea with which she started her day. "That's a little unusual. You usually skip them. Why are you going today?"

"Thank you," Tom Owens said to the young woman who brought them their breakfast. Eggs and toast for Tom; oatmeal for his wife. He shook his head. He couldn't eat that stuff but Nancy didn't seem to mind.

"Um, well, because Karen asked me to make sure to attend. She said something about the ladies need to make sure they all look after one another," he shrugged. "Not really certain what that has to do with me, but I figure that I might learn something that will help you so I said sure."

Nancy nodded and they each attended to their respective breakfasts, lost in thought.

"You want to go out to the club again tonight?" Tom asked. "I got a crew coming over to help pour the concrete for the pool, but I made sure that Scott and his guys will be at the house by about 10 this morning. I should have the whole thing done by early afternoon so I can get back to the studio."

Tom was a well-known sculptor in metalwork. Through his art he had connections with many in the art and music community. They were both big fans of jazz, and there was a new club that had opened a few weeks ago. They had been there the other evening and had had a good time.

Nancy paused and looked at her husband over her mug of tea. "Aaahh, I have a ... sales meeting this evening with Mr. Borges, so ... maybe the second set."

Tom looked away. "Fuck," he muttered under his breach. "Sorry, I forgot that he moved up the Friday evening ... meeting."

He took a deep breath. "Fine. Second set starts around 9 or so. We can get

dinner there or after, I suppose." He rubbed his face.

"Hey," Nancy said after a moment, taking her husband's hand in hers. "I'm going to be fine."

"Oh, I know. You're tough. I just fucking hate your evening 'meetings' with Mr. Borges," Tom said. "This is really difficult. It just is. You doing what you ... do, all those beautiful women prancing around me all the time and me not getting even a taste ..."

Nancy started to pull all the pieces of a scowl together. She put her lips in a thin line and her brow started to furrow.

After seven years of marriage, Tom knew how to read the signs. "Whoa, whoa there, honey. I know you are doing the heavy lifting here. All I'm saying is that I really don't like sharing you, and ... well, you want to know why I avoid the ladies' meetings?"

There was a pause as Nancy tried to decide whether to put the pieces of the scowl away or double down. Before she could respond, Tom answered his own question.

"Because I am neither a woman nor a eunuch. You and the other wives are just absolutely beautiful, and I know that all the other junior executive guys are getting laid by all the other wives. I know they are. And I'm not. And I know the agreement that we reached together at the start of this, but asking me to go to these meetings, chat with the other ... you know ... 'working women' and just sit there and be a potted plant? No thank you."

Nancy's face softened. She sighed. "You know that I do not enjoy The Arrangement ...". She stopped as Tom cut in.

"I've seen you have an orgasm with Mr. Borges," Tom Owens said angrily. "I've seen you."

Nancy sighed again. "I know, but that's just my body," she said. "It's not my heart. And you know why we are doing this. You wanted enough money to open your own gallery and concentrate on your art. I want to make enough money to open my own business."

She sipped her coffee with a stern look. "If I have to spread my legs a few times ...", and Tom snorted at the term 'few' which she ignored, "then that is not all that different from what other women are doing, and for far less in return."

"A couple more years, and then we are free," Nancy said, putting her hand on her husband's when he did not immediately respond. "I will try to ... loosen up with your freedom with the other ladies. The problem is, if you sleep with them, then ...".

"Then their husbands will expect you to reciprocate," Tom said, finishing the sentence he had heard before. "So the fuck what? You are already fucking other men. What will a few more dicks inside you really mean?"

This time all the pieces of the scowl fell into place. "Because it is different for a woman in business, Tom. You know this. I have explained it to you. If I have sex with my colleagues, then I give up my control at meetings. I won't be able to face them, person to person and expect their attention and their confidence."

"Jesus Christ," Tom muttered. "You know, you are not the only one whose got problems. I should be dealing with the junior executive men. They reach out to me to go to ballgames or hit the links and I always say no, because you asked me to. And I stay away so I don't get tempted by the other wives and it is fucking hard to do!"

Tom pushed his breakfast away angrily.

"I have no friends in The Arrangement. My friends that I have outside of the goddamned Arrangement I can't talk to about our goddamned marriage. You think this is easy? I don't like sharing you, but you want to know what?" Tom said, standing up. He leaned down to his wife and spoke quietly in her ear so as not to make too much of a scene. "I think I'd rather you fuck all your colleagues if that's what it takes for me to actually have a life."

"But Tom ...", Nancy called out with a stricken look on her face as Tom walked off.

He glanced back at his wife. He almost ran back to the table when he saw the tears standing in her eyes but he steeled himself, shook his head and walked out of the restaurant.

======

Sam, being a somewhat eager cuckold and still shocked at the fact of it, was hard as a rock on his drive to the office. He had difficulty even thinking about work related issues.

Of course it did not help either than his first task that morning was to find Steve Borges and give him the two remote controls to the garage door to he and Carrie's home. It was clever the way that Alphia Corporation had systemized the whoring out of their own employees and spouses. Every little step seemed to have been thought out well.

He parked the car in his usual spot, glanced at his phone to see no further messages from his wife, scrolled through the spam in his email and walked towards the elevator. Here, at Alphia Corp, he was senior staff level.

Junior Executive.

It was an elite position and here he had authority over just about anyone in the company.

If he ever left Alphia, he would land on his feet with a very well-paying salaried job immediately. His future was secured. And yet ... the Arrangement was not a liability, Sam realized ... it was a bonus. He felt inflamed with ... sensation overload ... everything seemed brighter, somehow, because sexual excitement was so high.

Walking into Alphia Corp and nodding at the guards at the security desk, being waved past all the metal detectors and guards that were now seemingly required by virtue of presentment of his Executive pass. He could sense the eyes of several briefly visitors on him as he breezed through the security.

"There goes someone important," he could feel them thinking. It made him feel good in some small way. He hopped into the elevator and punched the button for the 8th floor to the Senior Executive suites ... and felt a rush of a combination of anxiety and excitement so intense he felt ill. The package of garage door openers were still in his hand.

The doors opened and he headed down the hall to the corner office where some of the most senior of the executive suits were located. Steve Borges was there, chatting with his secretary and hanging his Armani jacket up on a coat rack. Mr. Borges' strong arms and shoulders were clear through the expensive shirt.

"Mr. Borges?" Sam said, to attract his attention, hating the fact that he felt like he had to have permission to cross the invisible barrier between the hallway and the entrance to the office suite without permission.

Borges turned his head to see who was there and a broad smile broke across his handsome face. "Sam! Great to see you."

He turned towards his office itself which was one of several rooms off the entry area. There were several young people, mostly female and attractive, working different secretarial related tasks.

Sam followed Mr. Borges into the office. He did not close the door but the rooms were sufficiently large and plush that confidential conversations were easy to achieve.

"Carrie give you something this morning?" Borges asked to fill the momentary silence.

"Um, yeah," Sam said, handing the envelope over to Mr. Borges. Mr. Borges, secure and happy at his position as dominant male in this intimate exchange, smiled as he dumped the contents out onto his hand.

Sam flushed and made a noise and involuntary movement when he saw that he had forgotten to remove Carrie's private note to him.

"Hmm," Borges said, seeing the note. He glanced at Sam with amusement and waited until Sam subsided, red-faced. Borges, enjoying looking at Sam as he worked hard to submit to the moment, eventually turned to Carrie's note.

"Haha," he chuckled, and handed it back to Sam.

"Hey, Natalie!" Mr. Borges said loudly, looking past Sam. "Natalie, I need you."

Moments later a pretty, athletic young woman in a pencil skirt and blouse walked briskly into the room. "Yes?"

Mr. Borges tossed one of the remote controls to her. "Here, catch."

Natalie caught it easily out of the air with a slender arm. She glanced at it, frowned at it as she turned it over in her hand and looked at Mr. Borges with one eyebrow raised.

"Run this up to Mr. Jones' office, right now."

She nodded, her auburn hair bouncing delightfully and then walked quickly out of the office.

Sam's eyes were drawn to the remaining garage door opener in Mr. Borges' hand.

"I'm keeping one for myself," Borges explained, his eyes glittering with pleasure as Sam struggled for composure. "I don't usually, but Carrie is such a good fuck that I wanted to make sure I had access to her whenever I want."

Sam gaped.

"I'm giving this one away today, though, but I'll get it back soon enough."

"Wha ---, Who?" Sam stammered. Borges gave him an amused, pitying look. "We own Carrie's pussy now. We never tell the juniors who gets the junior executive slutwife that day," he explained. "Besides, we trade you sluts around all the time."

Sam was stunned, and he stood there just holding Carrie's note.

"Go on, get the fuck out, I've got work to do," Borges growled and Sam fled, red faced and horny.

As he was entering the elevator to go down to his offices on the fourth floor the chime of Carrie's incoming message sounded and he quickly fished his phone out of his pocket and thumbed open the picture. There, on the screen was his lovely wife, beaming at the camera with that devilish look in her eye and Sam knew so well. She was sitting in the driver's seat of her minivan, dressed casually in her sweatshirt, the children in their car seats behind her. The black bow in her hair was clear and so incredibly slutty, although in a secret message that could only be deciphered by her loving husband.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered in awe of his wife. A few people glanced at him but he ignored them. He tried to put his thinking in a chat back to Carrie but he could not find the words. Finally, as he sat down behind his desk, he shot her a text: "FUCK!?"

It seemed the only word to concisely describe his thinking and emotional state.

"Hopefully!?" Came Carrie's immediate response.

Sam just shook his head and stopped trying to match his wife's quick wit and instead put his mind to the myriad challenging and interesting tasks before him. He really enjoyed the intellectual stimulation of the job now. Now he was involved in strategy and management, not just tactical responses and workflow issues. It was much more fun and interesting, and important to the company. Decisions he made could conceivably cost or make the company millions of dollars in a given year.

He was grateful for the responsibility and opportunity.

The morning sped along with meetings, a telephone conference with his coding team and dozens of emails. He lost himself in the intricate and interesting work. It was much more challenging and enjoyable to be part of the strategic thinking on these projects rather than being the boots on the ground, so to speak, banging away on the computer, wrestling with one coding challenge after another.

The phone on his desk chirped, distracting him. "Mr. Stevenson? Your lunch meeting with the Chairman is in 15 minutes," his secretary said, "you told me to remind you at 11:45."

"Oh, right. Thank you, Susan," Sam said, his heart in his throat and his temporarily forgotten sexual tension immediately exploding in his brain. He dithered for a few moments but then got himself together and headed to the elevators.

As Sam approached the Chairman's executive suites on the ninth floor he saw first the large desk behind which Carol, the Chairman's long term executive secretary sat. He had met her that one time, a week or so ago now, when he and Gary had been briefed on the London trip. She was a handsome woman, elegant and tall in her mid-50s. She stood as she saw Sam approach.

"Mr. Stevenson, your timing is excellent. Mr. Jones is waiting for you," Carol said to Sam.

Sam followed Carol into the carpeted vestibule and waited as she knocked on the heavy, dark oak door. Everything was gleaming brass and old, fine wood. It just reeked of moneyed luxury.

"Enter," Mr. Jones' baritone carried through the door.

Carol opened the door and Sam saw the Chairman's office for the second time. He felt his pulse quicken as he recalled the first time in the executive office. He and Gary were told of the assignment of the weekend before and how he learned that Carrie was going to be part of the Alphia Corp team, assigned to tend to the pleasures and whims of the Senior Executives on the trip - Mr. Borges and Mr. Parsons - and also to seduce the seller's team.

Sam remembered how shocked he had been. Events of that weekend had certainly born out both his worries and his fantasies and set Carrie, and set them down the path they were both travelling.

The Chairman was standing near the center of the room, glancing at his watch. "Thank you, Carol," he said.

"Yes sir, shall I move your 1:00 pm to 1:30 to give you time for your ... meeting with Mr. Stevenson?" She inquired professionally, but her eyes slid over to Sam to give him a knowing look and half-smile.

The Chairman smiled at the exchange and at Sam's discomfiture to learn that Carol knew about The Arrangement and Sam's role in it. "And also make sure that John knows that Caroline Stevenson is now officially a corporate *****. Your husband deserves to experience the exquisite Carrie sometime soon."

"Yes sir, he will be very happy to hear that," Carol said, turning to the door. "Will there be anything else, sir?"

Sam's mouth fell open at the casual, but accurate, description of Carrie's status in the company.

"No, that will be all ... unless Brad drops by with the report requested by the Board on the potential acquisition. If he does, please show him in. Hold all my calls though, Carol. Thank you."

Carol nodded and then turned and left the room, pulling the heavy door closed behind her and then Sam was alone in the room with the Chairman.

There followed an awkward silence that the Chairman allowed to build.

"The first evening when I break in a new junior executive hotwife is always so exquisitely pleasant." The Chairman paused a moment and then gave Sam a half-smile, acknowledging Sam's discomfiture. "And my first evening with your lovely wife was no exception," the Chairman continued.

There was a pause as the Chairman gazed calmly at Sam. After a moment, Sam nodded and then blushed as Chairman Jones smiled at the acknowledgment of his dominant position.

He smiled again at Sam and then glanced up at a knock. The door to the Chairman's Executive Suite opened and Brad Simpson strode confidently in. Sam knew Brad only vaguely. He was a Senior Executive of a fairly recent vintage. Sam recalled that Brad and Mary Simpson had introduced Gary and Karen to The Arrangement in much the same way that Gary and Karen had invited Sam and Carrie.

Brad had been promoted shortly thereafter and had therefore been a senior executive for only a few years.

"Brad," the Chairman said, "thank you for coming by for this meeting. I want to put Sam here onto that technical problem you've been having, and I figured to use this meeting as an opportunity to help make your introductions."

Brad Simpson nodded and shook Sam's hand as he sat in one of the other chairs facing the Chairman's desk.

Brad Simpson was a good-looking fit guy about 6' tall. He had light brown, almost blonde hair. Sam always assumed that he'd been an athlete because he moved with a confident, athletic grace.

"Sam, it's good to meet you and I am very glad to have you on board," he said, "people have been telling me you are just the tech genius we need at the executive level. I've got this problem with ...".

He trailed off as he caught the Chairman's look.

"Oh sorry," he said. "I was interrupting. My apologies."

The Chairman nodded. "We were discussing my first evening with Carrie," he said.

Brad's eyes went wide. "This is THAT meeting?" He looked surprised and pleased. "Oh fantastic! This will be fun! I'll just sit tight and wait to talk shop once you've finished."

The Chairman nodded. "As I was just saying, the first evening with a lovely young wife is always pleasant and entertaining, but each unique in its own way, just as each lady is unique in her slutty loveliness."

Sam glanced at Brad who smiled at him in commiseration. "We've all been through it," he said to Sam. "It's mostly fun."

Sam nodded, surprised but pleased that another of the men also enjoyed the cuckold nature of The Arrangement, too.

"For some ladies, like Karen Burroughs, the delicious moment when after supper and back at my apartment I told her to strip so the men I'd invited could all fuck her," the Chairman said.

He looked at Sam. "As I told Carrie last night, Karen talked a good game at dinner - after blowing me on the ride over, of course - but it was at the moment when she had several sets of male eyes upon her that was the moment of the evening," the Chairman said, his eyes alight with the pleasant memory.

"She had never been in such a predicament. There were four men she had never met or even been introduced to eagerly disrobing so as to take her after she was naked. At my instruction she dropped her dress. She looked at me with big eyes when I told her to keep going. The other guys, Roberto and Stan and a couple of Roberto's friends were all primed and ready for her. She removed her bra and ******* herself but when she had to remove her thong ... ahh, that was wonderful!"

He paused in pleasant recollection.

"She is so poised and confident, but at that moment she was vulnerable and anxious it was almost painfully delicious," the Chairman said and paused, savoring the memory again.

"And ... what happened?" Brad Simpson asked as the momentary pause extended.

"She hesitated with her hands on the waistband of her thong and looked at me again, clearly hoping for a reprieve that she knew she wasn't going to get. 'You know your new role, and over dinner you assured me you were excited about your new ... responsibilities, Mrs. Burroughs, so look at the men you are going to fuck tonight and lose the panties,'" the Chairman recounted, describing his instructions to the newest slutwife.

"She took a deep breath and steeled herself," the Chairman replied, "and then she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them."

He paused and a happy smirk crossed his face. "She blushed so prettily when I made her lie down and spread her legs so the guys could all see the cunt they were about to stuff. Listening to her squeal as those skilled cocksmen pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her was fabulous because I knew then that we'd added another fantastic slut to our stable. It was wonderful to fuck her as she sucked their dicks one after another. The highlight of the evening, though, was the anxious frown on her lovely face as she faced the fact that she came to terms with the fact that she was truly now a slut and her realization she very much enjoyed her new role," Chairman Jones concluded.

Sam and Brad were rapt and excited. Sam's cock was hard again. He figured that all the executives were at a constant state of sexual excitement of some sort - except during a period of recovery after satisfying himself with one or more of the junior executive wives.

"Lucky fuckers," thought Sam to himself. His inner thoughts were interrupted as the Chairman continued.

"Brad's wife Mary, though, was different," and Brad blushed slightly as the Chairman moved on from his conquest of Karen Burroughs.

"Mary is a lovely woman," the Chairman said and Sam nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," Brad murmured and the Chairman inclined his head.

Mary Simpson, as Sam knew from their various although infrequent interactions at company functions, was fairly tall, with a wide and intelligent pretty face framed by pretty blonde hair. Whereas Karen had the statuesque runway model look and Carrie an athletic frame, Mary Simpson was slightly rubenesque. Sam generally preferred petite women but Mary was undeniably very pretty.

"And she's got amazing tits," the Chairman said. "They certainly helped with our enjoyment of your wife that first evening but the best part was her reticence."

Sam could see Brad nod in agreement.

The Chairman laughed softly to himself. "I couldn't even get my dick into her mouth on the ride over to the restaurant," he admitted to Brad.

"I know," Brad answered. "Mary was just so nervous. She had not had a lot of experience -- aside from with me, of course. I was so proud of her. She was so brave and strong."

Sam looked over at Brad, surprised at the openness of the man, but also glad to hear that that first night was not a cakewalk for any of the wives.

The Chairman frowned at the interruption and then continued talking. "Supper was just wonderful, though, because I was horny and frustrated and the lovely woman I was with was very nervous and unsure. I knew that she knew that was going to get fucked, and speaking with her to slowly bring down her defenses ... oh, so delicious," the Chairman concluded.

"She doesn't enjoy the taste of cum very much," he said with a nod to Brad, "so I made certain that Mary swallowed a couple of big loads that night. Mine was first, of course."

The Chairman paused, and gave Brad Simpson a satisfied glance. Brad gave a noncommittal nod and the Chairman turned his predatory attention back to Sam.

"But Carrie! My God, Sam! Your Carrie is one of a kind!"

Sam blushed, excited and pleased.

"She was hot and ready to go, more than any other hot wife I have ever introduced into The Arrangement," the Chairman continued, "including Karen Burroughs!"

"Th -- thank you," Sam croaked in response.

The Chairman paused for a moment in thought. "Maybe not more than Annette Bishop," he murmured, considering something in his mind. He made a hand motion to disregard the interruption. "But in any event, kudos to you for sending your wife out on her date with me without any panties," the Chairman said to Sam. Brad looked impressed.

"Unlike Mary, who did not suck dick until we were back in my apartment, your lovely Carrie was on her knees in the car bobbing for my sperm moments after we left your home," the Chairman continued. "That was a wonderful drive to the restaurant, but as usual the best part of the evening was back in my apartment."

"Unlike most of the ladies on their first evening with me, Carrie was eager and ready to go. She did a sexy and eager striptease and then happily sucked off my new doorman before she headed over to Roberto to drain his balls, too. No hesitation whatsoever at the prospect of three loads in an evening."

The Chairman stopped and winked at Sam. "Good practice for her."

Sam nodded, blushing still but hard.

"Roberto was leaning back into the couch cushions, biting his lower lip, his eyes closed to best experience the most wonderful sensation of your wife's sweet mouth on his dick," the Chairman said. "I approached Carrie from behind and she opened her legs and depressed her lower back so that I could more easily mount her."

The two other men in the room, Sam and Brad, were silent in rapt attention.

"Carrie has such a pretty and eager pussy," the Chairman continued, reveling in the attention from Sam and Brad. "She moaned and gave an involuntarily wriggle and she felt my hands on her hips as I took my rightful place between her pretty legs."

The Chairman grinned at Sam. "That moment, of sliding my cock into your wife for the first time as she gasped with pleasure around the strange dick in her mouth ... that was the most wonderful moment of the evening."

Chairman Jones stood up from his leather executive chair behind his desk and with a wave of his hand directed the two men to follow him into his private conference room. The room was large enough to handle a handsome wooden desk fit for six or seven people. There was a raised area on the far end of the room on which were placed several comfortable leather chairs.

The lights were recessed in the ceiling, and lighting tasteful. The tables and chairs were luxurious and expensive. Everything about the room gave the sense of the ultimate man cave, including the liquor cabinet set against the wall.

"Anyway, before we get distracted talking about the lovely Mrs. Samuel Stevenson," the Chairman said with a grin at Sam as he walked towards the raised area and the comfortable armchairs, "we -- meaning I -- have a bit of a tradition here at Alphia."

He beckoned Sam to follow him. Sam followed the Chairman who sat down in one of the armchairs, facing Sam. Brad Simpson eagerly took the other chair, also facing the Chairman. Sam was left in the middle of the two senior executives, each of whom was unbuttoning his trousers and extracting a hardening cock and sliding forward so that he was sitting just at the edge of the chair.

"Surely not," thought Sam, "This isn't going to go down like this, is it?"

The chairman's voice broke the awkward silence. "Sam, I think it's time I see for myself just how committed to The Arrangement you really are."

Sam looked at the Chairman square in the face and realized that, "Yes, this indeed is going to happen."

Sam stood shocked and open mouthed, glancing back and forth between the two dominant males each now lewdly stroking himself to hardness. The Chairman's cock was thin with a bulbous head, standing proudly upright as opposed to Gary's which listed to the right. "I could deal with that," Sam thought to himself as he stared at the Chairman, surprised at how quickly he was taking to the opportunity to give another blowjob.

He recalled the moment that he gave in to the pressure in the room -- and the pressure from Gary's hand on the back of his head -- to experience the sensation of a hard cock passing his lips. The first moments were intense and scary, but it was exciting, and fun, humiliating in a delicious sort of way. He knew that Carrie had watched his moment of submission, as did Mr. Parsons as he knelt behind Carrie's open thighs, hands on her hips holding her in place as he lustily fucked her.

There was the odd mix of submission and power. The need expressed by Gary through his cock was intoxicating, and wonderful.

Sam turned and looked at Mr. Simpson who gave Sam a lopsided, relaxed grin of happy expectation as he also openly stroked himself in happy anticipation. Sam glanced down at Mr. Simpson's crotch, to see whether he had a Borges-like problem on his hands. Mr. Simpson was slightly thicker than the Chairman and it sprouted from a nest of light brown pubic curls. Sam surprised himself when, unbidden, "no problem there" floated confidently through his mind.

Mr. Simpson looked at Sam and pointed to the Chairman with his free hand. A smirk was clear on his face now. "He knows he is going to get a blowjob," Sam thought to himself, "I'd smirk, too," he acknowledged ruefully.

"Chairman first, of course," Brad said easily, leaving unspoken but understood that he would be second. He then immediately confirmed what he had just implied. "Watching you blow the Chairman while he tells us about how he fucked your wife will get me primed and ready for you."

Sam nodded and with a final glance at Mr. Simpson's penis he turned back to the Chairman.

"The tradition here at Alphia, Sam, is the day after I fuck the shit out of my new junior executive's wife, her husband comes by at lunch the next day and sucks me off," the Chairman explained. "I usually invite a senior executive who isn't scheduled to fuck the new slutwife that day to join me in the fun."

"Okay," Sam said easily, shocked by his own confidence and growing desire building within him to get to work and improve his dick sucking skills. He took a step towards the Chairman with the intention of dropping to his knees and slurping the head of the Chairman's penis into his mouth.

"Hold on," Chairman Jones instructed. "It's good to see that you are as eager to suck my dick as your wife was last night, but you don't want cum on your suit."

Sam paused and then nodded. He stood back up and kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket. He glanced back at Mr. Simpson who had muttered something that caused the Chairman to chuckle. Both of the senior executives were grinning at Sam who was puzzled for a moment until realization hit him and he blushed. He WAS eager to have another man in his mouth. There was something so animalistic about it, and the combination of submission and empowerment as Gary so enjoyed his blowjob had been ... an interesting and exciting dichotomy.

Sperm didn't taste so bad as he feared, either.

Sam quickly was down to his boxers, his cock tenting his shorts.

"Oh look, Brad ... Sam is excited by this. Don't you find it much better when the junior guys are so devoted to their work?"

Both the Chairman and Brad laughed at the Chairman's comment and Sam gave a strained chuckle.

"It goes a long way towards advancement. I always felt it helped to go the extra mile," explained Brad.

"Indeed you did Brad, indeed you did," the Chairman laughed.

"Sam, dude, you may as well know by now, Borges has told all of us how you took care of Gary in Europe. It seems you have received high marks for the effort you put into the job. So I'd suggest that you throw yourself into this as well. I've been there before and sometimes it pays in deuces to just jump right in and get the task at hand completed. Besides, Borges and Gary both say it was the best head they have ever had from a guy and Borges would know... he's had us all."

"I've had you all," the Chairman corrected Brad, "including Steve," Chairman Jones said, and he nodded at Sam's erection. "Is that a sign that you are eager to suck dick, or because you know that right now another senior executive is in your bed, nailing your wife?"

"Wh --," Sam stuttered, "Who?"

The dominant males both laughed at him. "Does it matter, Sam?" Brad asked. "Or is it OK for some of us to fuck her but not others?" He shook his head at the ridiculousness of the question. "She'll have fucked all of us soon enough."

At an imperious nod from the Chairman, who did not disclose to Sam which of the senior executives had been given Carrie for the day, Sam pushed his shorts down his hips and onto the floor. Completely naked but for his dress socks, his cock becoming even more erect under the hungry stares of the two dominant males he was here to service, he took a step towards the Chairman.

The Chairman shook his head, his cock fully hard in his hand. "Warm up Brad for a few minutes first," he ordered, still seated and still stroking himself.

"Yes sir," Sam replied and turned to face Mr. Simpson, who shifted eagerly forward on his chair, his penis now fully erect in anticipation of Sam's submission.

Sam stepped forward, knelt at Mr. Simpson's feet and grasped the base of the senior executive's penis. Gratified by the sharp intake of breath at the first touch of his hand, Sam paused again. "Might as well fully assume the role ...", he thought to himself.

Kneeling down he leaned forward toward Mr. Simpson's cock and looked up into the eyes of the senior executive. "Sir, may I please suck your dick?"

There was a moment of surprised silence, and then the Chairman laughed and Mr. Simpson growled, "Fuck yeah, be my cocksucker."

Mr. Simpson put a heavy hand on the back of Sam's head and pulled him willingly down. Sam opened his mouth and slurped the head into his mouth. Mr. Simpson released a pleased groan. "Oh yes," he growled.

His hand remained on Sam's head for a few moments but he quickly removed it as there was no need to physically urge Sam on. Mr. Simpson's penis was hard in his mouth, the mushroom shaped head tangy with the taste of pre-cum. Sam swirled his tongue around the head, tongued the slit and then licked, tongued and kissed the sensitive part just below the head.

The senior executive's cock grew to full hardness as Sam changed his technique to a up and down suck job.

"I'm going to fuck your wife next week," Mr. Simpson murmured, loud enough for Sam's ears. Sam glanced upwards on an upstroke. The senior executive was lolling back in his chair, his eyes closed to best enjoy the feel of Sam's mouth, lips and tongue. There was a satisfied smile on his face.

Sam felt a surge of illicit emotion course through him. It was a combination of delicious humiliation at the present moment, flavored with the anticipation of hearing from Carrie as she serviced all the senior executives. Sam's cock hardened to nearly full mast.

Sam nodded a "Yessir" with a cock in his mouth and his tongue swirling the head.

Sam sucked the newest cock to enter his mouth with enthusiasm, truly eager to do his job in The Arrangement and for the company. He could hear the Chairman talking to Mr. Simpson and thought he heard Carrie's name a couple of times. Mr. Simpson, for his part, was mostly grunting his responses as he tried to reach his release, his hands now on either side of Sam's head, controlling the movement to enhance his pleasure.

After a few minutes, Sam heard the Chairman talking to him. "I'm getting a little bored here, Sam. Give Brad's dick a break and take care of me first."

Sam heard Mr. Simpson blow out his breath. "Damnit," he muttered under his breath, and then louder: "You heard the Chairman, get him off first."

Sam nodded, giving Brad's cock one last nice suck on the upstroke to reassure Mr. Simpson that he would, indeed, be back soon to finish the job.

He stood up and was gratified at Brad's expression of frustration. "He thinks that HE'S frustrated?" Sam thought to himself, his cock hard enough to cut diamond.

Sam crossed the room and knelt at the Chairman's feet. Chairman Jones leaned back in his chair raising his hands up and placing them behind his head with a very self satisfied grin on his face.

On the tip was a pool of clear pre-cum that Sam noticed just as the head made contact with his lips.

"Look up at me Sam," said the Chairman. "I want to watch your eyes as you do this."

Tilting his head back and making eye contact with the Chairman, Sam opened his mouth and allowed the shaft to enter his mouth. Down below he felt his cock as hard and tight as it had been since the group session in Paris a few weeks ago. Instinct took over and Sam began bobbing up and down on the older man's cock as the chairman began to move his hips slowly back and forth, going a little deeper with each push.

Sam was turned on in so many different levels. The thought of his beautiful, willing Carrie giving herself to others....what it would be like tonight when they were home alone in their bed. The feeling of another man's excitement as he used his mouth to bring him pleasure. Doing this in font of Brad and knowing what was going to happen as soon as the Chairman was satisfied. All of it was swirling in his head as he suddenly realized he was not only giving a blow job, but that he was actually excited to be doing it.

"Oh Brad ... oh my god!" The chairman moaned.

Sam liked that the Chairman was enjoying himself, and it felt oddly good to give himself like this. "If I'm going to do this I am going all in and I'm going to make this count," Sam thought to himself. He reached with his free hand and started lightly playing with the chairman's nut sack. Obviously his move had the desired effect because the chairman was moaning.

Brad was watching and taking in the scene. He remembered quite clearly the moment when he was in this same position not that long ago. It had been a shock to his system at first, and he had even questioned his own sexuality at one point when he realized it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would.

The chairman had used him at his house after fucking Mary, and because the older man had already left one load in the reluctant wife, it took a while for him to cum the second time in Brad's mouth. He must have done an okay job, because there were many meetings just like this one that followed and his promotion came rapidly. Since then, the Chairman had encouraged him to make use of the junior executives while at the office, and of course the wives were always fun in the evenings or the occasional afternoon away.

Brad made eye contact with the Chairman who had a huge smile on his face.

"I'm going to give Sam a treat and then I want you to initiate him."

The chairman could feel Sam slow down when he mentioned an initiation and the chairman laughed. "No worries Sam, not what you're probably thinking! But it's just something we like to do to all the newbies. Nothing to worry about, I promise."

Sam glanced over to see his coworker standing there with a very firm cock pointing upwards still shining and moist from Sam's earlier oral ministrations. One of Brad's hands was on his cock as the other played across his hairy chest and flicked his nipple with his finger.

Suddenly Sam felt the Chairman's hands back on his head and he could sense his hips lifting off of the sofa to meet Sam's downward movements. The older man's breathing started getting louder and his legs were starting to stiffen out as his impending climax was building. Sam knew the end was close and wanted to make sure his boss remembered this moment so as the tension started to build and almost peak, Sam's fingers started rubbing that gentle area between the balls and the anus. It was that move that put the chairman over the edge as he grabbed Sam's head tightly and Sam felt the first splash of sperm hitting the back of his throat. It wasn't quite the load that Gary had left him with but Sam recalled Carrie's advice and he kept slurping away through the entire ejaculation.

He caught as much as he could in his mouth, but he could still feel some of it dribbling out of the corners of his mouth as the chairman kept thrusting into his face.

"OH DAMN!!! SAM......you are a natural....who would have thought?!" The chairman exclaimed as his body slackened and his head leaned back on the sofa.

Remembering Carrie's admonition, Sam carefully swallowed the mouthful of sperm the Chairman had provided to him. The Chairman, his eyes half-closed in his relaxed and satisfied moment gave Sam a nod and a half-smile.

"Okay Brad. Your turn!"

"Yes sir! Anything special you want to see, sir?"

"Put him on the conference table and feed him from there, it'll be easier for the initiation," chuckled the Chairman as he pulled himself up and started getting dressed.

"You heard the man, Sam. Over on the table. Lie back and hang your head from the edge so I can take care of this," Mr. Simpson said, pointing to his hard cock.

Sam stood up a little weak in the knees but walked over to the table as he wiped the edges of his mouth with the back of his hand. It was a little awkward, but he climbed on, lay back and then he sort of scrunched his way to the edge so his head was more or less comfortably hanging off the edge. It was a disorienting perspective, and Sam noticed briefly the Chairman moving about getting dressed and the chairs the dominant males had been sitting before Brad's hard cock jutting from the light brown pubic hair and blocked his view of anything else.

Brad grasped his penis in one hand and cradled Sam's head and neck with the other.

"I'm not going to last long after that show I just saw," Brad Simpson warned Sam, "not after you primed me so well and not after hearing from Mr. Jones what a tight pussy your wife's got."

Sam's mouth opened almost instinctively. Brad tapped his cock on Sam's tongue and then he cocked his head to the side so that he could see Sam's face which was otherwise concealed by the large penis in his mouth. "My apologies, in advance."

And then Brad had his cock in Sam's mouth. Brad's cock felt oddly good to Sam. He had been hard this entire time so he was feeling a real need for a release as well. Maybe he could just cut out after this and go home and take care of business with Carrie. As Sam worked his mouth on Brad's shaft, Brad picked up the pace and started pistoning in and out like we was deep in a warm vagina and Sam was gagging a little on every downstroke.

"Hey Brad, don't forget the initiation ... it looks like you're almost ready," the Chairman reminded the senior executive who was clearly about to cum.

"Yes sir! I got it!" As Brad started breathing loudly Sam was startled when he pulled out of Sam's mouth and laid his cock on Sam's forehead. What Sam wasn't expecting was the huge volume of jizz that was suddenly landing all over his face. Nor was he expecting the clicking sound he heard when he suddenly realized the Chairman was suddenly standing over him with an old school Polaroid camera.

"Good one Brad ... excellent job! I should let you initiate all the new guys from now on!"

"Hey thanks sir! But Sam here is inspiring with his enthusiasm."

Sam heard the Chairman laugh.

Brad handed Sam some tissues off of the table and as Sam sat up and started to wipe up his face. The Chairman who was now looking at the three pictures he had snapped with the camera.

"Sir, I wasn't thinking there would be pictures of this. I'm not so comfortable with...."

"Sam, don't you worry at all. Just a little memento and some added insurance. That's all, plus I made an extra one for you to take home and show Carrie .... she'll appreciate the fact that you're working just as hard as she has been."

Sam recalled the conversation that he and Carrie had enjoyed over coffee. He nodded and took the picture, sure that Carrie would enjoy it.

Brad spoke as he was tucking his shirt back into his pants. " Sam, don't sweat the pic, he has pictures of all the executives and it's never been an issue. When you get cleaned up he's got something to show you."

Sam's face was wiped dry, though he could still smell the sperm that had dried on his face. As he dressed the Chairman walked back around behind his desk and used a key to unlock the bottom desk drawer. Sam watched with interest as he pulled out a large three ring binder and from underneath that a red silk tie which he threw on the desk in Sam's direction.

"Sam, get rid of that tie you have on and put this one on. You'll understand in a little bit. And here, have a look at my collection."

He could hear Brad laugh as, now fully dressed, he sat back down on the sofa.

As Sam loosened his tie and replaced it with the Chairman's red tie, he noticed it was a Ferragamo tie and he could see what looked like 20 others in the drawer all neatly folded. He turned his attention back to the book the Chairman had pushed in front of him and opened it to discover it was an album entirely made up of facial shots, and he instantly recognized each and every executive as being the subject of the shots. As he turned the pages he realized that suddenly this was all for real and not just some perverted game ... that each and every one of them had submitted to this at some point ... just as he arrived at a picture that was Steve Borges covered in someone's juices with a huge smile on his face.

"Ah yes, I see you found Borges and his big cheesy smile. He was a quick study Sam, but not like you son, you are a natural." The Chairman slapped him on the back and addressed both Brad and Sam.

"We're done here for now gentleman. You can catch up on the project somewhere else, but keep me posted."

As Sam and Brad walked down the hall from the Chairman's suite of offices it took Sam a couple of minutes to realize that every executive they passed by in the hallway smiled and complimented Sam on his tie.

"Hey Sam, are you okay? You're kind of quiet."

"Yeah, I am. Just thinking about things."

"I get it buddy...really I do. Never in a million years would I have thought this would be something I would even think about, let alone do and kind of enjoy."

"It'll be okay. There are worse things. I know, trust me. Besides, you do have a gift!"

Just then, Steve Borges stepped out of his office and into the hallway followed by a couple of other executives that Sam recognized.

"Brad! Sam! Good to see you guys!" Borges flashed a huge smile and winked at Sam as he slapped Brad on the back. "By the way Sam, the tie becomes you." Borges and his buddies walked down the hall laughing a little and nudging each other.

"Okay Brad, I am missing something here. What the hell is the deal with the tie? It's just a freaking red freaking tie!"

"May as well tell you, the red tie signifies that you have been initiated in the Chairman's office and that you're now officially open for business should the other senior guys need a little guy time."

Sam's face fell when he heard that.

"You mean anyone who sees me in this tie will know?"

"The Senior and Junior Executives will. No one else will get it, though, Sam," Brad replied. "Don't sweat the small stuff though until it happens. You may never get asked. It just depends."

"Brad, how many times were YOU asked?" Sam inquired hesitatingly.

Brad shook his head and half-smiled and did not directly answer the question. "It never really stops until you are promoted, but then ... oh man, is that great!" Brad enthused. "Now I have use of all the wives, your Carrie now included."

Sam retreated to his office after Mr. Simpson got off the elevator on the fifth floor to return to the pressures on the remainder of his day.

When he got back to the office he had to go past his secretary who noticed, as women are often likely to do, that his tie had changed. Sam hurried past her to avoid any questions and closed his office door behind him. He took some deep breaths to try to gather himself without a great deal of success.

He had left his phone in his briefcase and he retrieved it now hoping to have a text or some communication from Carrie. As strange ... and humiliated as he felt right at the moment, his frustration at the lack of relief got him thinking of Carrie and the senior executive who had been given the pleasure of the use of his wife for the day.

His denial of relief especially as another man had the right to use his wife was intoxicatingly sexy.

There was no text or call from his wife. "She must be busy or occupied by something," he muttered to himself out loud.

"... or someone," he muttered to himself, flushing a bit as the thought made his cock jump.

Not knowing what else to do, he took the picture from his pocket that the Chairman had taken of him lying backwards off the table. There was a blob of thick sperm on his forehead and two stripes of differing thickness across his nose and his lips.

Mr. Simpson's dick was visible to the right side, and his hand was blurry with the motions of his continued masturbation as he painted Sam's face. What caught his attention right away, though, was the look in his eyes and the expression on his face. His eyes were wide in surprise and his mouth open, but with the hint of a smile. Anyone looking at the picture would know for a certainty that he was not an unwilling or unhappy participant in the moment.

"Oh my God, what is wrong with me?" Sam murmured to himself, wonderingly and then he gave a frowning grin. "Carrie will just love this."

Blushing, because of the picture and because sharing it with his wife was just so ... illicit, he put the picture on the middle of his desk and took out his phone. He thumbed through to locate the camera app and moved around so that he got the best shot he could of the picture full screen on the app without any of the desk showing. He had to move the picture itself a couple of times to eliminate the glare from the lights in his office but after a few tries he got it right.

He started a text to Carrie and attached the picture. Pausing for a moment to think about what he wanted to say, he wrote: "Hello my love. Had an ... interesting lunch. Enjoy the pic. Hope you are also having an ... interesting day, too. ☺ Bow or lingerie? Inquiring minds want to know! Please let me know how you are doing."

There was a moment and then Carrie responded. "Wow! Nice Pic! Very, very interesting day. Happy to explain but I have a date tonight again. Please hurry home after work for the kids. I have to leave at 8, and I'll need you help getting them down or I won't be ready in time. Love you. Sorry."

Sam sat back in his chair, stunned. He had just sucked off two men, and a third, "or possibly more than just one more," he murmured to himself, was going to take his darling wife away from him for the start of the evening.

He looked at his hands on the desk in front of him and saw that he was shaking. The erotic humiliation and submission of the situation was ... thrilling, scary and wonderful. All tied up in one complex knot of passion and desire.

And love. "Get your mind back on your work, you fucker," Sam muttered to himself. "Gotta make Carrie proud."

He picked up his phone again. "I love you. Disappointed, but I totally understand. I'll be home a little after 6."

"Thank you, honey," came the immediate response. "And I PROMISE to make this up to you. I love you, too."