Alphia Corporation

Saturday evening, continued ...

Gary muttered something and Karen glanced at her husband, amused. She murmured something back to him and Gary smiled, staring lustfully at Carrie.

"I still want to hear about Carrie's week first. Are your actually saying that Steve Borges did not pay you a visit?"

Sam and Carrie both blushed slightly. "On Thursday," Sam said huskily.

Carrie looked up at him and patted his thigh, reassuringly.

"On Thursday night Mr. Borges came over at about 9. He left a little after midnight," Carrie said, reddening slightly as she saw Gary and Karen exchange a look.

"I love his horny creativity, and I love his cock. He is so amazing," Karen laughed, "and I like how he always makes the husbands get involved. For my money there is very little hotter than watching a senior executive require my husband to service him. I just love it."

Gary rolled his eyes but smiled at his pretty wife. "Only fair, I suppose," he murmured, but looking lustfully at Carrie.

"How was that experience? Mr. Borges can be rather intense," Karen asked, staying on point of the conversation.

There was an awkward pause. Carrie knew the story, but this was Sam's to tell. Sam stalled for time, not sure what to say.

"Dude," Gary said clearly, "Dude look at me. He had his dick in your mouth. I know. That's a sure thing. I've sucked him off ... I don't know how many times."

Karen nodded. "There is nothing here to be ashamed of, Sam."

"I know," Sam said with a sigh, "but it is just difficult to ... talk about or admit that I mostly enjoyed myself."

Three heads nodded knowingly and waited to give Sam time to pull himself together. "Does everyone ... do all of us enjoy The Arrangement?"

"I do," Gary said easily, "and Karen does ...".

Karen shook her head. "That is not what he means, Gary. No." She said, looking at Sam. "I know that several of the husbands, the junior executives, do NOT like the fact that their wives are the playthings of the company, and I am absolutely certain that more than several of the junior executives, the men, absolutely dread the times when they are called upon to provide service."

Gary nodded. "It took me a while," he said.

"But fuck them," Karen said. Her language was surprising coming from her. "Just ... fuck them. Most men at one time or another coerce a reluctant woman to do something she does not want to do."

Sam was shocked when he saw his wife nodding her head. "But ...", he stuttered.

"Seriously?" Carrie asked in disbelief, "you think I wanted to give it up to all those horny college guys, every day? I did it, and it was really fun overall, but ... once I committed to the trip I really did not have much choice in things."

"Oh my God," Sam said, the blood draining from his face. "But I didn't know ... I just ...".

"Dude, get a hold of yourself, man," Gary said, shaking Sam from his funk. "The ladies here are fine," he gave a smirk and leered at Karen and Carrie, "in more ways than one. The point is that this experience has made me a better lover and a better husband."

Karen nodded. "And some of the assholes in the junior executive cadre are the worst. Isiah Jones? He is the worst. Sonia, his wife, is a petite sweetheart but he is so anxious about having to even occasionally service the senior executives himself that he tries to be all macho when he gets the chance with me. Anytime he calls me to help close a sales deal I know that he is going to try to shove that giant cock of his up my ass."

"What? Seriously?" Sam gasped.

"What do you do?" Carrie asked, concern furrowing her brow.

"Look, we are all whores," Karen said. "If he is nice to me during the business meetings and treats me respectfully, and if he is willing to take the time to properly prep me and not let me be alone with the customer, then I usually let him ream me out, but if he is being an asshole I quietly tell him to go shove it."

Carrie smiled, but Sam's thoughts were headed in another direction.

"Are all of the wives as ... happy with The Arrangement as you are?" he asked Karen pointedly.

"No. I know for a fact that Lauren does not enjoy herself at all," Karen responded immediately. "She does everything, and everyone, that she needs to do but she does not like it and is extremely reluctant and unhappy to do anything but she particularly hates to swallow or to do anal."

"Then why does she and her husband stay in The Arrangement?" Carrie wondered, mirroring Sam's thoughts.

"Because she is a money hungry cunt," Karen said, her eyes flashing. "She is absolutely miserable to work with, and on top of it is a self-centered twit."

"Honey, come on. Relax," Gary stroked his wife's back. "I want to hear Sam's story."

Sam closed his eyes again and collected himself. "He came over at about 9 on Thursday. The kids had been almost impossible get down that night and we only got Jack to sleep about 5 minutes before Mr. Borges arrived."

"Neither of us, especially Carrie, was ready but he did not seem to mind. Carrie was in a sweat shirt and sweatpants ...".

"Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing," Carrie muttered.

Karen chuckled. "I am certain that Steve ... Mr. Borges ... enjoyed it. He likes to push the emotional edge of a moment."

"Right, well, he handed me a bottle of McCallan 25, which was awesome," Sam continued, "and he gave Carrie a kiss."

"It was tense at first, but it seemed pretty normal, except that it was a real kiss. I got some tumblers out and opened the whiskey bottle while he Carrie and fondled her breasts," Sam said, reddening and hardening in equal measure.

"Mmmm," Carrie said. "He is a great kisser."

"Oh yeah," Karen agreed.

Sam collected himself. "After a bit he stopped kissing my wife and accepted the whiskey from me. Carrie went to get herself a glass of white wine and Mr. Borges and I talked business and about how much money the company was going to make from my tech idea. It was kind of normal, but then he suddenly turned to Carrie and said, 'Honey, go get all dolled up and come back in something really sexy for me, ready to fuck."

"You could have heard a pin drop," Carrie cut in. She glanced lovingly at her husband. "Sam went all red and flustered as I put my wine down and left the room."

Karen and Gary smiled as they shared a private memory.

"When Carrie had disappeared upstairs, Mr. Borges went back to the conversation as though nothing had happened. He talked about Annette Bishop, that she was a member of the board of directors and that he fucks her constantly," Sam continued, "the point, although lost to me at the time, was that he was really looking forward to getting to work with me, but that nothing was going to stop him from enjoying Carrie."

"'Well, now that business has concluded,' Mr. Borges said me as he took off his suit coat, 'I'm going to fuck your wife again. How much longer do you think your wife will make me wait before she spreads pretty pretty legs again?'"

Sam took a deep breath and then continued describing his experience.

"'I - I don't know for sure, sir,' I said to him. I just hated how flustered I sounded but Mr. Borges sure liked it. He gave me a smirk. 'She will probably be a few more minutes. She likes to redo her makeup before ..., you know,' I really sounded pretty lame."

"He handed me his drink and chuckled. I was frozen in fear and excitement. He took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. 'Well, waiting a little bit longer will only make your wife that much sweeter,' he taunted me, thoroughly enjoying himself."

"I just did not know where to put my eyes," Sam admitted, looking at the flushed and excited faces around the table. "I mean, he was taking everything off. He dropped his trousers, kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his boxers." Sam shook his head. "It's not like I hadn't seen him before, this weekend, but we were the only people in the room."

Everyone in the room had a pretty good idea of what happened next, but it was still exciting to say it and to hear it.

"I handed him his drink back and he took a sip of whiskey and said: 'Now I want you to warm me up for your wife. I saw you blow Gary. Looked to me like you know how to suck a dick. That's good.'"

"He took my drink from my hand and placed it on a nearby table and nodded meaningfully at the floor at his feet."

Sam took a deep breath.

"I just froze. I couldn't move," he said. "Which of course did not help me any. He was just standing there, pulling on his cock and waiting for me to kneel in front of him. After a while of standing there, smiling and enjoying my ... issues, he stopped stroking his dick to pull my hand down to his cock. 'You can't blow me just standing there. Get on your knees.'"

"It was so ... strange to have his cock in my hand," Sam said. "When his hand went to my shoulder, I knew that I was going to do what he wanted, but I just couldn't. Not in my own home, not to get him ready to fuck my darling Carrie. I resisted in an absolute ball of nerves. I was still holding his cock and somehow, his hands on my shoulders pushing me down, and the feeling of his cock in my hand, the heat from it gave him such an odd desire to ... to submit to his needs."

Sam blew out his breath and realized that he had the rapt and undivided attention of everyone in the room on him. Gary and Karen were holding hands on the table, and Sam could see their knuckles white as they gripped each other. Karen's head was on Gary's shoulder and her other hand in his lap.

Gary gave him an encouraging smile. "Don't stop for our account, man. Keep going!"

"OK," Sam said, getting himself organized again. "I mean, I was thinking that this was part of The Arrangement; Mr. Borges and the Senior Executives were entitled to the pleasures they wanted from us -- from the junior executives -- from Carrie and me -- and from you and the others -- and I allowed him to win me over slowly."

Sam paused.

"It was one of the most amazing and equally awful experiences of my life," Sam explained, blushing even from the memory. "I felt my knees buckling under me, and as I knelt down I found my hands going to Mr. Borges' hips to control my timing. It was such an outrageous feeling to have my hands on another man's bare hips knowing that he was putting me into position to give head to my first senior executive," Sam said.

He gave a deep breath.

"Mr. Borges started rubbing the wet tip of his cock against my lips while he tried to coax me to accept it willingly. 'You know you are going to be sucking my dick, open up. You know you want it,' And I did, but I could not just give up the ... I don't know ... manliness that I had worked all his life to build wasn't allowing me to comply."

"After a little while, his demeanor changed from trying to convince me to accept my role to demanding that I take care of his needs. 'I am going to fuck Carrie again when she returns, cuck, but until the little slut reappears ...', he trailed off meaningfully. And then his hand pushed against my forehead. For a very short second I thought he was going to release me and tell him to get lost, and for an even briefer moment I felt a sense of panic at what a failure to please Mr. Borges might mean to us, but instead Mr. Borges' fingers spread and pushed through my hair until he had a firm grip. He ****** my head backwards which had the effect of forcing my mouth open," Sam said.

"Before I even knew what had happened, Mr. Borges had taken advantage of the opportunity to shove his dick in my mouth. It was done just that quickly and painlessly."

"My mind was reeling, but my oral cherry had been totally popped. Mr. Borges hand released my hair and I knew that he was waiting to see if I had really submitted to him," Sam said, looking down. "And I had. I closed my eyes in the same of being made his cocksucker, but the hard part was over as Mr. Borges had unequivocally succeeded in establishing his dominance. I paused for a moment but then I started bobbing back and forth, sucking on his cock."

"That must have been so hot," Karen murmured. She smiled at Sam and encouraged him to continue.

"'I really enjoy breaking down your reluctance, Sam,'" Mr. Borges said to me and I could tell that he wasn't lying because as he taunted me his cock swelled in my mouth. 'And I am extremely excited to fuck your sweet wife again.' Mr. Borges' taunts were a real turn on for him, and ... and they kind of worked for me too."

"I am really looking forward to being the boss, as senior executive," Gary said, "I mean I am REALLY looking forward to it, but having to submit has its pleasures, too. I know it usually really turns me on."

"Right!" Sam immediately replied, relieved and happy to know that his sexual and emotional reaction was not unusual, or at least that Gary shared it.

"My thoughts were spinning in my head, especially after I started to get hard ... and then I heard

the dreaded and delicate clicking sounds of Carrie's heels on the hardwood floor. I must have given some visible reaction but I could feel and hear Mr. Borges' quiet chuckle at his mastery over me."

Sam's cheeks burned crimson retelling the scene.

He paused to gather his thoughts. It was different in the retelling. Easier in most ways but even more difficult in others.

"When I turned the corner I just gasped," Carrie said, patting Sam's hand. "It was so sexy, Sam submitting to Mr. Borges. I mean, I know he had to, but I knew also that he was doing it for us. And he looked so powerful and strong, standing over Sam. Mr. Borges gave me a look that made me instantly wet. I wanted him so much right then."

"'Oh my, Carrie. You look good enough to eat,' I heard Mr. Borges drawl happily," Sam continued. "I tried to turn to look at Carrie but Mr. Borges put his hands on my head and prevented me from moving, and then started fucking my mouth," Sam continued, looking at his wife.

"I objected on Sam's behalf," Carrie said. She looked at her husband, "but I didn't really mean it," she admitted to Sam with a smile. "It was a very, very hot scene and it made me want Mr. Borges to take me right then and there."

"'Don't worry, Carrie, you'll be taking over for him soon. But I want to get a good look at you before we get started," Mr. Borges replied. "Heels, slutty little panties and a see-through sheer nightie showing off her tits ... very hot.' I could hear his voice describing my own wife to me and I could feel as he became more excited," Sam said.

"I could hear Carrie say something quietly, but I could not make it out, and then he told her to take off her panties," Sam said hoarsely, massively excited by the situation and the recollection.

"Oh my," Karen breathed.

"After I was naked, he made me lay back, spread my legs and finger myself and tell him how much I enjoyed watching my husband give him a blowjob."

Gary and Karen's eyes were wide. Gary shifted in his seat to release some pressure on his hardening cock.

"Oh my God," Karen breathed.

"He kept a running commentary on how I was doing, how he was going to train me to be a first rate cocksucker and thanking me for getting him ready for Carrie. I was pretty pissed at him and he knew it," Sam said.

The air was thick with anticipation. "I could hear him laugh at me, but I didn't dare stop my blowjob."

"After I came," Carrie said, smiling at her husband, "Mr. Borges groaned as he came in Sam's mouth and made him swallow. Then he took me into our bedroom. He laid me onto our bed," Carrie said. "He made Sam watch as he took me. Mr. Borges is so thick. I really enjoy him ...".

"As do I, and most of the ladies as well," Karen murmured.

"Yeah, well, he is a decent guy actually to work with at the office, but that was the second time I had to eat his creampie, and this time it was from my own wife's pussy," Sam said, blushing slightly, because he had unexpectedly -- at least to him -- enjoyed the experience.

Carrie snuggled up to her husband, interrupting his recollection of the evening with Mr. Borges. "Honey, I think our guests are horny," she said, very accurately, smiling brightly with dimples in her cheeks.

Gary and Karen nodded. Gary was openly stroking his erection and Karen's eyes were bright.

"Why don't you ask them how we should help them resolve that ... situation?"

"I have an idea ..." Gary immediately said but he was cut off by his wife. "Yeah, I know what your idea is, honey," Karen said, "but I told you we are not going to do that."

She stood and held out her hand to Carrie who immediately hopped to her feet, the liquid movement of her breasts beneath her nightie distracting to all. Karen took the younger woman by the hand and into the living room. "Gentlemen, you can come with us," she called out over her shoulder.

Sam and Gary, with predictable eagerness, jumped out of their chairs and tumbled into the living room. The room had a nice, soft rug (installed by Carrie at Karen's recommendations ... "You are going to be 'entertaining' here and you might as well be comfortable while you are at it.") and two large couches facing each other with a large screen television on the far wall.

Karen drew Carrie to her and looked to the men, seated eagerly on the edge of a couch. "Gary, we are going to put on a show for you," she said, and gave Carrie a lingering kiss.

"Mmmmm," Carrie moaned, her lips locked with the taller, elegant woman, her hands touching Karen's soft face, lost in the sexy moment.

Karen broke the kiss and gave the younger woman a smile. "Just a mo'."

"Ohhh, fuck," Gary said, staring lustfully at Sam's wife.

With an elegant and sexy turn, her skirt flaring to show off the lower part of her thighs, Karen reached down into her colorful Vera Bradley bag and pulled out a black strap on with a large, thick cock with a bulbous head.

Carrie gasped and Karen gave her a small, secret smile and the briefest nod of her head. She slid her eyes to Sam. "Don't worry, sweetie, this is not for you."

Now it was Sam's turn to gasp. He looked at Karen, shocked, and glanced at Carrie who was of no help to him. Her eyes were shiny and she blushed in embarrassment for her excitement at her husband's upcoming submission.

Karen's smile became a bit predatory and she reached in to her bag again and extracted a small case. "This is for you, Sam," she said. "Sort of a ... welcome gift to you from the Alphia Corporation team."

Sam took it from Karen with trembling hands. It was a finely made leather case, smallish, with his initials monogrammed on the side. He opened it under the pressure of the silence in the room. Inside, as he knew he would find, was a shaving kit, an enema and lube.

"Go get yourself ready," Karen said to Sam, dismissing him. "We are going to play with your wife while you are gone."

-----

The master bathroom, that Sam and Carrie had loved for its expanse and luxurious appointments when they picked out the house following promotion, now seemed small and close.

Sam looked at himself in the mirror, frozen for a moment. "You're going to do this, buddy," he said to his reflection.

Out in the other room he heard a wail of female pleasure and his pulse quickened. "That is my wife," he said quietly to his reflection, enjoying the sound of her pleasure and, for some strange reason, his present predicament. It was relaxing, in a strange way, to be a witness, to submit and not to have to perform.

There was another cry, muffled by distance and the closed bathroom door, but it was clear that whatever Gary and Karen were doing to Carrie, they were doing it well. There was a pause and he could barely hear anything but muffled sounds and then the three came into the master bedroom, right outside the bathroom.

Then there was a groan of male pleasure and another mew of ecstasy from Carrie.

He looked down at the open kit. The few times that he and Carrie had played with anal sex, he had helped his wife prepare. This time, though, he was flying solo.

It took him almost 10 minutes, and the humiliation and excitement of preparing himself for sodomy as his wife was out in the bedroom room of their home having sex with Gary and Karen was exciting and mind-bending.

He took a deep breath and, completely naked, opened the bathroom door and saw his darling wife, her head buried between Karen's lovely legs. Karen's black hair spread out upon the carpet looked like black ink in the semi-darkness. Gary had clearly just withdrawn from Carrie's vagina, her legs spread open and her pussy gaping from penetration.

Gary, still rock hard and glistening from pleasurably exploring Carrie, looked up and a grin bloomed across his face.

"He's ready," he said to the ladies, his grin though on Sam.

"Oooohhhh," Karen moaned and Sam could see Carrie's pretty blonde head moving gently as she serviced Karen's pussy with her lips and tongue. Sam knew that Carrie had heard Gary and knew that Sam was in the room, but she was continuing to suckle and please Karen because she had not been instructed to stop.

The knowledge of their joint submission was shocking and titillating. Sam felt his cock swell slightly in the moment.

"Ok, honey, ... ummm, Ok, stop now Carrie," Karen said, pushing Carrie back and extricating herself to swing one elegant leg up and over so that she could move aside Carrie. Sam saw a flash of well-trimmed dark fur and then Karen, fully naked, was kneeling and gathering her breath.

She smiled at Sam and then noticed his swelling penis. "Haha, very good," she said, reaching for her strap on and standing up with it. "Come on, Gary, help me."

Gary, his hard, wet cock glistening, nodded and moved back a few inches so that he could stand on the floor. "You know the position," he said to Sam, not unkindly, but he was excited and horny. Patience was not a trait often associated with a man in his condition.

Karen was talking to Carrie, and as Sam sank to his knees, red-faced but excited ... and anxious ... he looked up at the bed and met Carrie's eyes. She was lying partly back on the couch now and Karen was pushing pillows behind her so that she was mostly sitting up. Her eyes with shiny and huge, her breasts heaving with the sexiness of the situation.

And then Karen pushed Carrie's legs apart and Sam could see her vagina, swollen with attention and excitement. Karen pulled Carrie's hand so that it was between her own legs. "Have fun, sweetie, cum as often as you like."

There was a momentary pause as Karen and Gary started moving into position, and Carrie took the moment to look at her husband in the eyes. "I love you sooooo much," she mouthed. Sam closed his eyes in appreciation and nodded.

"Good," Karen said, "that's the first position. Now suck Carrie's juices off Gary's dick while I get ready."

Sam barely had time to nod his willingness before Gary hastened forward and pushed his dick into Sam's mouth. "Unnggghhhh, ughhh," Sam gurgled as Gary thrust deep into his mouth.

"That's enough," Karen said after a moment. Sam could taste his wife in his mouth as Gary withdrew and then pushed Sam's shoulders. Sam could feel Karen behind him, moving about. In his mind's eye she was gazing at his submissive position and grinning in anticipation as she completed buckling on her strap on.

Sam closed his eyes and recalling how he had maneuvered Carrie into position under him for his pleasure, depressed his lower back and spread his knees apart several inches, making himself even more vulnerable.

He flushed, and hardened slightly, at the sounds of the surprised and happy chuckles behind him and then he closed his eyes as he felt Karen approach him from behind. He jumped as he felt the tip of her strap on briefly brush his anus as she moved into position.

Carrie gasped, "Oh my God!"

And Sam's eyes opened in surprise. At first all he saw was his wife, beautiful, naked and flushed with passion, her fingers moving quickly on her pussy, and then he saw Karen walk past him. She tousled his hair as she went by.

"Sam, buddy, I lied to you," Sam heard Gary behind him and then he felt Gary's strong and very male hands on his hips. Sam jumped.

"Whaaa ...?" He protested.

"No no no! Hold still," Gary whispers, threading his fingers through Sam's hair almost tenderly. "Arch your back now, you can feel my dick at your ass. Look at Carrie if it helps

but stay still and take it or it will be worse."

"Wha ---?" Sam asked ag through gritted teeth, trying to relax and understand everything that his happening to him.

"Relax ... relax," Gary soothed the man bent over before him, "Just relax. You'll get used to it, but you've got to relax, man."

Sam glanced up at his wife thrumming her clit and almost reaching climax, and the equally lovely and very naked Karen sitting cross-legged on the couch, not five feet away. The women's intense, lust filled gazes on his submission was humiliating to an extent that he had never before imagined.

As astonishingly beautiful and sexy as Karen was, Sam's eyes were drawn to his wife. Carrie's eyes were huge in her face. His eyes were starting to water and it caused his vision of her to be foggy, but he could see her. He gasped and gave a jump as he felt Gary's dick push into his opening.

Carrie's mouth went to a wide 'O', and she moaned. It took Sam a moment to realize that Carrie was unable to stop herself, enjoying the moment as her husband was sodomized for the first time.

"That's it, relax, good job, man," Gary murmured to his friend as he managed to work the head of his cock past Sam's sphincter muscles. Sam could not even explain to himself what was going through his mind. The intrusion into his body, the very dominant and very male intrusion into his body, the strong hands on his hips keeping him in place and the sensation of Gary's heavy and hairy thighs on his was incredibly ... terrible, awful, wonderful, liberating, scary ... he could not find the right word even in his own mind.

Gary's tender touches to his hair and his back, and the gentle words of encouragement were inconsistent with everything else going on and were bewildering.

"I'll take my time now, Sam," Gary reassured him. "I'm in your ass and I am not going anywhere until I'm finished ... and about me lying to you," Gary continued.

He slid out a bit, and then back in again, and each time pushed a tiny bit further in. Sam panted and groaned in the discomfort and ... humiliating oddness of it ... "Wh --?" He panted, his eyes squinting against the deeper penetration.

"Just like Brad Simpson lied to me, and the couple who invited Brad into The Arrangement lied to him ... all the way up to Steve Borges being lied to by the Chairman," Gary said, his cock still working its way up Sam's ass.

"Oh my God, this so fucking fun!" Gary exclaimed as he got himself almost halfway to the promised land.

There was no doubt about it now, Carrie was intensely aroused by the scene. She was leaning forward now to get a closer look, one hand bracing against their bed, the other moving quickly between her thighs. She blushed when she saw Sam catch her eye, embarrassed that she was so turned on by her husband's domination. She quickly looked her darling Sam in the eye. "I love you," she murmured.

Sam nodded after a moment, simultaneously aroused that his wife was excited by his submission and angry at it, but he could not concentrate on anything because Gary had apparently had enough being careful and patient. He pushed hard but not too aggressively ... it was more a feeling of inexorability ... and bottomed out inside Sam.

Sam yelped in surprise and discomfort, and a little pain.

Gary stroked his hair. "That's good, we'll just wait here for a minute," he said to his friend. "To let you get used to it before I fuck you for real."

Carrie had jumped and looked alarmed at Sam's cry of pain and discomfort. "It's OK, sweetie, this is just his first time. He'll get used to it. Borges makes Gary absolutely HOWL, and he is going to do that to your husband, too, the next time he comes over," Karen reassured her.

Sam was gratified at Carrie's reaction. She relaxed at the start but then her eyes went wide with concern.

"So, I lied to you, and Brad to me, and so on," Gary said, still patiently waiting balls deep inside Sam's ass, "Because no guy is going to agree to be a junior executive if he knew that he was going to be ass banged by all of his bosses. I told you I hadn't been fucked in the ass, but that was a lie. They've ALL fucked my ass, and Karen's, many, many times."

Sam felt defeated, and excited, confused and ... full.

"And now that I've broken you in," Gary said, pulling back and then jamming his cock deep again to Sam's cry of alarm, "it's open season."

Just as Gary started hammering Sam's ass, looking for his own relief without regard to his friend Sam noticed movement in front of him and a flash of color. He glanced up and saw a lasciviously grinning Karen holding up a yellow Ferriagami tie.

"To wear to work tomorrow," she said brightly.

"Wha ...?" Sam gasped, and then grunted as Gary gripped his hips hard and jammed all the way in.

"Oh my God," Gary exulted, "no wonder the senior executives love fucking us in the ass. It's just SUCH a feeling of ... mastery!"

Carrie gasped, and Sam dropped his head in shame but then he lifted it up defiantly. "If Carrie can take this, so can I."

Carrie looked at him with big eyes. "I love you," she murmured again and Sam's face flushed with shame. Looking his lovely wife in the eye while another man showed everyone in the room what Sam looked like with a hard dick up his ass.

"Just fucking fuck me already, will you?" Sam asked, because he wanted to get this over with. As he said it, though, he realized that there was pleasure in the submission and humiliation.

"No problem, bud," Gary chuckled.

"The yellow tie means your husband has been broken in," Karen explained to a murmur to her from Carrie. "It's open season now for both of you."

There was another quiet word from Carrie. "No, honey. We are not allowed. You are going to be broken in by the senior executives themselves. And you will learn to love it ... I can cum soooo hard from a skilled man taking me anally. Some husbands can, too, but most just learn how to take it."

Carrie looked at her friend, her eyes big and her cheeks flushed.

"Yeah," Karen agreed to Carrie's silent word. "It is really hot."

Carrie nodded and squeaked as Karen pulled her in for a kiss, and then pushed her down between her legs.

"Oh, fuck yeah, gonna tap that ass next," Sam heard Gary say with a satisfied grunt, inside Sam's ass and boasting to the man under him about fucking his wife, too. Sam could feel Gary's cock in his ass become even harder, and Gary gripped his hips with the same strength that Sam could well remember ... when he fucked a woman and was close to orgasm.

Carrie was bent over, her legs partially spread, her head buried between Karen's outstretched legs as Karen pulled Carrie into her.

The sensations were bewildering, and Sam felt his cock harden even as Gary pounded his ass. That was too much. It was so strange ... and Sam closed his eyes to close out the incredibly erotic sight before him.

"You ok there, bud?" Gary asked, pausing for a moment and stroking Sam's hair. The stroke of the hair, maybe even more than the strong hand on his hip holding in place and the large, strong cock balls deep in his ass, was utterly humiliating.

Sam reddened, unable to speak through the conflicting emotions. The rush of humiliation shot through him and he felt himself respond with a surge of sexual arousal.

Gary chuckled and reached down around Sam to find his cock which was mostly erect. "Oooohhhhh my godddd," Sam said as he felt Gary's hand, hard, firm and gentle at the same time, stroke his penis which immediately, and traitorously, rose to peak hardness.

Gary gave a murmur of surprise.

Karen bent her head to change her perspective to see Sam's cock in her husband's hand. She nudged Carrie who, to Sam's shame, was now fingering herself as she watched the scene unfold before her.

"Look," Karen said, pulling Carrie up and away from her eager pussy eating, and showing her the two men.

"What ...? Oooohhhh," Carrie moaned. "Is that ... normal?"

Sam dropped his head and blushed, the redness suffusing through his face, neck and upper back.

"Oh, haha!" Gary chuckled, still stroking Sam gently. He was clearly looking to tease and arouse him, not trying to help Sam reach release.

"Mmmm, we have ourselves a Cager here," Karen said, grinning elatedly. "How wonderful!"

Gary laughed. "You poor, poor, lucky fucker," he said, still in Sam's ass. The feeling of Gary chuckling while deep inside Sam was strange. He could feel Gary's body claiming him, and Gary's feelings of ... pure, savage pleasure.

"What's a ... Cager?"

Carrie's stumbling question matched Sam's thoughts, but his thoughts were a big more jumbled as Gary was now fucking him with a steady rhythm.

Sam felt more than he heard Gary's quiet rumble of a chuckle.

"It is a junior executive cuckold who really enjoys being assfucked and can cum from it," Karen explained, her eyes shining with delight. She pulled Carrie's hand to her pussy.

"Mmmm," Karen moaned. "That is nice."

There was a few moments of silence, punctuated by the sounds of Gary's body banging into Sam's, Gary's groans of pleasure and various yelps and moans by Sam.

"What it means, is that Sam is going to be caged for the Senior Executives," Karen said, "because unless expressly permitted, which is very unusual, junior executives never cum when the senior executives are having their fun."

"But, what ... a cage?" Carrie asked, her brows furrowed in angry concern. "They are not putting my husband in a cage ... what the fuck is that about."

"Shhhh, honey," Karen said, "relax. He isn't caged, his cock is. It prevents a man from becoming hard and he cannot cum. It is a great talent that your husband can cum from being truly taken and dominated by a man shoving his hard cock up his ass ... but very humiliating -- which is incredibly hot -- but he is not allowed to cum when a senior executive ass fucks him ... hence the cage."

Gary panted, getting closer to release.

The realization that Gary was going to cum inside Sam was almost unbearable. It was so utterly humiliating ... and with Carrie looking at him with eyes wide, one hand in her mouth and the other now, unknowingly, fiddling her clit ... it was so erotic, too.

"Just fucking fuck me already, will you?" Sam asked, his pleasure growing, to his intense, intense humiliation. His penis was rock hard now. He was shocked.

"Oh, yeah," Gary growled, he clutched at Sam hard and buried himself into Sam as far as he possibly could. "You gonna cum soon?" Gary asked.

"Oh man, I'm close," Sam muttered.

"Fuck!" Gary said, alarmed. "Don't! Borges and the Chairman will be pissed. Just hold on."

Carrie gave a squeak of surprise at that news but Sam could not look at his wife. If he had, he would have cum. He grabbed his cock and squeezed the base, hard.

"Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... oh yeah," Gary said. And Sam realized he was making noises similar to when Sam had sucked him off at the hotel in London. The fact that he had such an intimate knowledge of the sounds and feelings of another man reaching climax was bewildering and so humiliating.

And then Gary jerked hard, yanked Sam's hips as hard as he possibly could, shuddered deeply inside his friend's aas ... and came with a roar.

Sam could hear nothing but the sound of Gary panting, his weight entirely on Sam as Gary had collapsed after the initial orgasm. Sam could feel the last few tremors in Gary's cock as it discharged the contents of Gary's balls deep within him.

Gary panted and pushed himself up from Sam, and off. Sam felt a strange and challenging feeling of being emptied and then Gary was standing, the triumphant and conquering warrior.

"Welcome to The Arrangement, buddy," Gary said, hoarsely. "That was amazing. No wonder I get ass fucked so much."

"Yes," said Karen. She lithely slipped from the couch to kneel at Sam's level. She leaned down and give him a kiss on his cheek. "You did just great. Very proud of you."

Sam had collapsed and was lying bonelessly on the carpeted floor. He felt ... shattered. And incredibly aroused but mostly just in a headspace that required him to do nothing but try to recover.

Distantly he could hear his wife murmur a concerned word, and equally distantly, he and Carrie were reassured. "The first time, and when husbands are used hard, they just need time to recover. He will be just fine."

Sam could hear Gary's word of reassurance, from his own experience.

He felt Carrie kiss him on the cheek as someone laid a light blanked over him. He sensed Carrie lead Gary and Karen off to the bedroom, and then he **********.

-----

An hour later,

After Karen and Gary had ... finally ... finished with her, Karen had spent a few moments with Carrie and given her advice and kisses.

As he had gotten dressed, Gary had glanced back at the two beautiful wives, flushed and sweaty ... and a bit sticky ... as they cuddled in the bed. Carrie had caught his eye and seen his grin. It had been a soft, satisfied grin, but also a gentle grin of understanding a commiseration. He nodded at her, silently joining in Karen's soft words and advice.

Karen's eyes had slid to her husband and back to Carrie.

"He's been in Sam's position before, many times," Karen reassured her well-fucked friend. "Many many times. And as you can tell, he is doing just fine."

Carrie nodded. Her body was still thrumming with the sensuality of the scene. She had cum more times than she thought was possible. She and Karen were lying on the bed, reeking of sex. Carrie's ass and pussy were well used and both were full of Gary's cum. She could taste both of her friends in her mouth.

Karen gave her a tender kiss and a smile of her own.

"I know," she murmured, holding Carrie close for a moment. "It is so intense and wonderful, but it also a bit scary. You could get lost in this lifestyle very easily."

Carrie nodded at Karen, her blue eyes big in her face.

"Don't worry, honey," Karen reassured her, kissing her lightly again. "The Senior Executives are all very skilled and very experienced. They are all going to teach you and guide you and push you both ... in all sorts of ways. It is a wild and crazy ride, and so much fun."

Carrie felt herself relax and released a breath, not even realizing that she had been tense.

"Sam is going to be okay?" She asked Karen in a soft voice.

"Yes, honey," Karen reassured her, stroking her blonde hair. "He is going to be just fine. It is quite a shock and a big change for him, but he is going to be just fine."

The ladies lay still for a moment until Gary said something to Karen.

"Ahhh, unfortunately we have to go now," Karen said gently to Carrie as Gary handed his wife some of her clothes.

Karen kissed Carrie gently again. "He is going to be fine, better than fine actually, sweetie," Karen reassured her friend again, "but you should give him some attention. And maybe in the morning let him know to be prepared for a lot more of this kind of fun."

"Yeah, that's for damn certain," Gary said. "I remember when Parsons told me he was taking us as his own. That was a crazy conversation to be having in his office. Hot as hell, though."

Karen chuckled easily at the memory. "That was after all the senior executives had played with me, of course," Karen explained to Carrie.

But that tantalizing little bit of information was all Carrie got right then. Gary and Karen got dressed quickly and headed out back home to their normal, vanilla lives.

Carrie was left in the tangled sheets of her marital bed, her mind awhirl. She got up very soon after, slipped on the nightie that Gary had so enjoyed and headed out to the living room.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw her darling. He was still asleep under the light blanket. She lay down and cuddled up next to him. It was time to reconnect.

----

Sam blinked at his wife, his mind a fog.

Carrie was in his arms again, and they were holding each other. He did not remember her appearing, but he was grateful for it. Sam only dully heard Karen call out a goodbye as she and Gary left. Carrie said nothing but just held her husband as he sorted through his emotions and thoughts.

Eventually one thing, the only thing, bubbled to the surface of the maelstrom. He looked over at his wife.

"Do ... do you still love me?"

The question hung in the air for only the moment it took for Carrie's shock to wear off. "What? Of COURSE I do!"

"But ... but even after ... that?" Sam croaked.

Carrie kissed her husband, and then when he still looked worried, she took his face in her hands and pulled her to her and kissed him again. And again.

"You were beautiful ... and brave ... and it was very, very hot," Carrie said to her husband. "You are my husband, and my best friend, and the one and only love of my life. I love you, forever. And this changes nothing but opens the doors to us for new and different experiences."

- cont'd