Fuck for your job
I take what seems to be the best job offer of several that I get. The job is with
a new, start-up company and might be a little risky, but the money is damn good! Jill and
I move to a nice, upscale community out in California and settle in.
We find a large home, with swimming pool, on a large wooded lot at the edge of the
community in which I’m employed. Thanks to my wife’s scheming, we buy the place at an
affordable price [every last dime we can afford and probably a bit more.]
I go to work at SuperScience Corp. The work I do is demanding, but I’m good at it
and I begin to become an important worker for the company. I’m important to SS, but the
field in which I work is a very narrow one and I don’t have much job marketability outside
of SS. It’s a small worry, but SS is doing great and I tell myself not to think about the
risk too much.
My wife, to help with the house payments, works at a local health club as something
called an exercise consultant. Mainly she designs work out programs for fat, old ladies.
Jill doesn’t bring in all that much money, but the work she does keeps her in really toned
shape which is a great benefit for me!
Life in the California sun is good for Jill and me.
For six months we live in the California sun. We love and laugh for each other.
We dance, swim, sunbathe, etc. If I had loved Jill before as a school girl, I love Jill
the woman even more. Life is terrific for Jill and me.
Just about six months after I get hired, the ass falls off SS’s business. The
symptom is industry wide in a very specialized industry. Layoffs loom in the very near
future. If I’m laid off, even for a very short time, Jill and I go into Chapter 7
bankruptcy. Life is no longer good for Jill and me. The worries I tried not to think
about now become a major focus of my life.
I begin to very gently probe my status at SS. My boss, Billy, has five people
working for him. According to the grapevine, the number is soon to be reduced to three
people. One of the layoffs is obvious, the guy`s dead weight. The next layoff is between
me and another recent college graduate. I definitely have a very slight advantage over
the other guy. However, who knows what will happen when it comes down to a final decision
as to who stays and who goes? I do make damn sure that my work is the best that I can do
and that Billy and the supervision above him realize that it’s my work.
Billy calls me in for a little chat with me late one Friday afternoon. He wants my
wife and me to come over for a party that Saturday night. At first I think it’ll be some
sort of company get together. My illusions are rapidly dispelled. The `party` will be
just my boss and his wife and me and my wife. Billy tells me , “We’ll get naked and smoke
a little grass; have some fun.” There`s more talk, the upshot of which is that we’ll swap
partners or I’ll `very probably` get laid off. If the boss and I are close buddies, the
other guy will `very probably` get laid off. That’s the way it is in the science world,
no threats, no promises, just probabilities.
I think about going to SS upper management and trying to register a complaint. It
might work, however, if it doesn’t work, I’m laid off as of right now. I decide to talk
the very critical matter over with Jill first, before I try anything rash.
I stagger home to find my much agitated wife waiting for me.
Jill says, “I just finished talking to your boss’ wife.”
I say, "Let me guess, it was about a party?"
My wife slowly stammers out the message from the boss’ wife. Jill beats around the
bush for a while, unwilling to say what the situation really is. However, in a nutshell,
the message from Billy’s wife is `fuck or walk.`
Jill and I discuss the possibility I had considered earlier, of talking to upper
management. It’s now past the end of work on Friday and there`s a big problem even
finding the top management people to talk to. If we do find them, they may not help us
and may even lay me off on the spot. The whole situation is fraught with danger.
I say, "Jill, if we walk, it’s Chapter 7 bankruptcy and welfare, if we can get
it."
Jill says, "Jim, did I ever tell you that you were the first boy I ever slept
with?"
I suspect that Jill may have just told me a little fib. However, I gallantly say,
"No, but I’m glad to hear it."
She says, "Since you, there has been no one else. That`s, unfortunately,
about to change. If we`re to survive we really have no choice."
We talk and plot and scheme until late in the night. We keep coming up with just
the two choices, fuck or walk. Actually, there is one other possible way out, but neither
one of us really knows anything about robbing banks, so we get set for our first partner
swap.
Saturday night, I get ready and then, as usual, wait for Jill to finish dressing.
Jill dresses in stiletto heels and just a little cotton sun dress that covers her pussy,
as long as she doesn’t sit down or get in a car. Jill isn’t wearing any underwear. [And
she’s still late because it took her so long to get dressed. Go figure.] Jill is a
beautiful lady with a firm, aerobically enhanced body and large, firm tits. Just looking
at her sitting in the car, I have sudden doubts that I can actually go through with the
swap.
Jill meets my gaze and says softly, "Jim, we have to do it. Or would you
rather have me sell myself on the street instead?"
I close her door and go around and get in the car. I try to find words to speak.
Jill solves the problem, "Jim, you were the only man I ever met who saw me as
other than big tits, a pretty face and a possible sex companion. Don’t give up on me just
because of this."
I say, "Jill, no matter how rough it gets, it’s you and me, always."
I drive rather slowly over to the scene of the forced partner swap. No matter how
slowly I drive, we still get there. When we get to the boss’ house I have to sit for a
while and then finally get out and reluctantly help Jill out. We slowly walk up to the
front door and ring the bell.
Betty, the boss’ wife answers the door, dressed in a just see-through baby doll
nightie top that shows that she’s a natural blonde. Betty greets us, directs me to the
den and then says to Jill, "Let me show you where you can leave your wrap."
Jill isn’t wearing a wrap.
Billy, my boss, is sitting naked and drunk on a big leather sofa in the den.
There’s an inflatable mattress on the floor.
If I have to talk to Billy, I’ll probably feed him his teeth. I take off the light
jacket I’m wearing and I sit down on the mattress without a word and wait for something
that I desperately don’t want to happen.
After a while, Betty and Jill came back into the den. Both ladies are nude. Betty
comes to me, Jill goes to Billy. Betty stands in front of me, sort of silently saying,
`What are you waiting for?`
I quickly remove my shirt and jeans to get ready for what must be. Despite my
dread of the whole situation, I begin to get hard.
Betty sits down beside me on the inflatable mattress. She’s an attractive blonde
and she’s flushed, breathing hard and obviously ready for sex. I don’t mount her right
away, but begin to lick and suck her tits and stroke her pussy. I take my time and
concentrate on petting Betty, mainly so that I don’t have to think about Billy and Jill.
Betty begins to softly moan and buck her hips against me.
I rather gently bite one of her tits. I can feel Betty react strongly.
Betty has a mini-orgasm right then. She whispers hoarsely, "Fuck me. Fuck me
now!"
I bite her other tit and then lube my cock from her dripping wet pussy. I get
Betty`s legs over my shoulders and take charge. I get my full length into her wet, loose
pussy on the first stroke. I start slowly and then gradually find out the rhythm and the
motion Betty wants. When I get into the proper stroke, she begins to move her hips in
response. We get into a full gallop and then finish together. I pump my cum into her
over several finishing strokes.
Betty then collapses back on the mattress and I dismount and lie down beside her.
From my position on the mattress, I can see Jill, working on Billy’s dick with her
hand. She`s finally got him erect and then the ass hole lies back and has Jill mount
him.
Jill and I have never used the girl on top position and I watch her mount Billy
with a kind of sick fascination.
Jill moves back and forth and, from my angle, I can see Billy’s dick slide in and
out of her pussy. Jill’s big tits jiggle with each stroke and it`s incredibly erotic.
It`s also agony for me to have to watch my wife forced to fuck another guy while I can do
nothing but watch.
Betty moves against me, in half-sleep.
I cradle her against me and then watch as Billy finally comes in Jill.
Jill gets off Billy and goes into the bathroom.
Fat Billy just collapses and lies asleep on the couch, snoring like the pig he is.
After a time, Jill comes back from the bathroom and I get up. Neither of us really
wants to meet the other’s gaze.
Jill, with my help, gets Betty up and the girls go back to the bathroom. I wash up
in a small guest bath, down the hall. I then go back to the den and sit naked on the
mattress. I watch Billy snoring on the couch. I want to get up, go over and beat the
hell out of him. However, my need for economic survival outweighs my need for revenge.
After a bit, Betty and Jill come back from the bathroom. They’re still both nude
and I suspect that we’ll have a second round of sex. Then, for the first time I notice
that each lady’s pussy is red from the fucking she’s just had. It`s the first time I have
ever seen a lady`s pussy just after she’s been fucked.
Jill notices me staring at her just fucked pussy and, instead of turning away or
whatever, she poses for me. Jill has always had a strong exhibitionist streak in her. We
have had discussions about the size and coverage of her bikinis and sun dresses. She’s
always remained within acceptable limits, if only just. Now Jill is able to strut nude
for an audience.
Betty notices Jill`s posing and joins me sitting on the inflatable mattress. We
both gaze at Jill as Jill struts in front of us and even dances a few little steps. Betty
remarks, “I see that Jill’s bikini area is shaved.”
I have been more noticing Jill`s jiggling tits, but I recover and tell Betty,
"Jill has to keep that area shaved, so that she’ll fit into her bikinis."
Betty says tauntingly, "Jill, your bikini area looks like a little
girl’s."
To my utter shock and amazement Jill tosses her head and says, "Well, it
doesn’t taste like a little girl’s!"
Betty immediately says, "Let’s find out."
Jill comes over and lies on the mattress next to Betty, spreading her legs and
stroking her own pussy lips.
Betty rolls over, nudges Jill`s hand aside, gets her head between Jill’s legs and
begins to tongue Jill’s pussy.
With her hands now free, Jill begins to stroke her own swollen nipples.
I get hard watching the two ladies having lesbian sex. It`s the first time I have
ever seen anything like it and I’m amazed at how turned on I am.
I get up and mount Betty, doggy style and gently fuck Betty`s pussy from behind as
she brings Jill to a climax. I didn’t think I would be ready so soon again, but Betty
tightens her pussy and wiggles and I come a little bit inside her. I then withdraw and
kneel there panting as Betty collapses alongside Jill.
After a bit, the girls recover and again go back into the bathroom and I again go
and wash in the bath down the hall.
Of course, I get back to the den before the girls.
Billy is still lying on the couch and snoring loudly.
I’m again tempted to kill him. However, that way lies madness. I again go and sit
on the inflatable mattress.
I think about the easy way that Jill and Betty got into the lesbian sex. It has to
be that Jill has had at least some lesbian experience before. The matter has never come
up between us and I wonder where and when Jill might have gotten experience with lesbian
sex. Then again, it occurs to me that lesbian sex might have been her only outlet after
the crazy boy incident. I wonder if I should bring the matter up later when Jill and I
are alone.
Betty and Jill come back into the den, still in the nude. The girls have brought
back shaving gear with them.
Betty lies on the inflatable mattress and spreads her legs.
Jill explains, “Betty wants to have her `bikini area` shaved.”
It appears that Jill wants me to do the shaving. I lather Betty up and very
carefully shave her pussy area clean. It isn’t all that easy as Betty has hair all around
her pussy unlike Jill who has just a triangle of hair above her pussy. By the time I’m
finished, Betty is moaning and ready for more sex. However, I can’t get hard again so
soon.
To my surprise, Jill gently pushes me aside and expertly eats Betty’s just shaved
pussy to a noisy climax. If I before just had a suspicion that Jill had previously had
lesbian sexual experience, I’m now sure.
Billy wakes to the sound of Betty`s climax and lies there like some kind of fat
toad while the girls recover, get up and go back into the bathroom.
I wait, sitting on the mattress once again. Again, I don’t talk to Billy as I’m
afraid what I might do to him if I let my anger out.
The girls come back from the bathroom. They`re both still nude.
Billy calls for Jill as if he’s some kind of Roman emperor. Jill has no real
choice, but she struts for Billy, making damn sure he gets a lot of views of her still red
pussy and her jiggling tits.
I don’t like the extra effort from Jill.
However, despite Jill`s very erotic show, Billy can’t get it up!
Betty has come over and sits beside me on the mattress. She says that she’s too
tired for any more sex however, she does watch the little show that Jill is putting on.
I watch, with sick fascination, as Jill tries to work Billy up. He’s apparently
too tired to actually do anything, but he wants Jill to suck him off. He fondles his limp
dick as he gives the order.
Jill makes as if to do what Billy tells her. Then, with a crafty burst of speed,
she pushes Billy back on the couch and straddles him like a school boy pinning a wrestling
opponent. Jill mock snarls, "I won’t let you up until you lick me into
submission!"
Billy, with no real choice, licks Jill’s pussy! Jill abandons herself to the
moment and fingers her own tits as Billy`s tongue works on her pussy lips.
Jill is in all her glory. She’s nude and getting her pussy eaten in front of an
audience.
If I hadn’t fully realized the depth of my wife`s exhibitionist streak before, I do
now. I think that the excitement of performing in front of an audience is as big a turn
on for Jill as the actual sex.
As the pussy eating continues, Jill directs Billy "Lick the entire length.
...Now put your tongue in me. Ohhh, yesss!" Jill fakes an orgasm and then slowly
slips off a limp Billy.
Billy doesn’t get up or even really react to the departure of Jill. He just lies
on the couch as if he’s half asleep and fondles his limp dick.
Meanwhile, Betty sits alongside me on the inflatable mattress fingering her own
pussy, rather mechanically without any real show of excitement.
A hard breathing Jill surveys the room, shrugs and then leaves for the bathroom.
Betty glances at me while she continues to finger her pussy. She still shows no
sign of excitement. She finally gets up and goes over to Billy.
By the time Jill comes back from the bathroom, Betty is vainly trying to suck
Billy`s cock hard.
I get up from the mattress and Jill comes to me. We embrace and stand for a bit,
watching Betty continue to try vainly to suck Billy erect.
Jill and I decide that the evening is over and we should leave Billy and Betty at
their little game.
Jill says, “I need to go and get my dress.” She leaves me and goes into the back
of the house.
I put on my clothes and wait for Jill to dress and return.
Jill comes back, having retrieved her sun dress. However, she hasn’t put the dress
back on, which surprises me.
I ask, “Jill, don`t you want to put your dress on before we leave the house?”
Jill whispers to me, “Let`s just get out of here!”
We walk out of the house. It’s dark outside and the porch light isn’t on, however,
Jill is nude in a front yard in full view of anyone who happens to drive past on the
public street.
I want to get Jill back in our car as quickly as I can, but Jill is in no hurry.
Jill not only takes her time about getting into the car, she makes a damn
production of showing herself off as she slides into the passenger seat.
I walk around and get in the driver`s side. I fire the engine up with Jill still
nude in the seat beside me. She does have her sun dress across her lap. As I start to
back down the drive, Jill unbuttons the fly of my jeans and begins to finger my cock.
Jill asks, shyly, "Are you mad at me?"
I tell Jill, “I’m not mad at you, but I’m beginning to have some hard feelings.”
I then tell her, "If we don’t wreck the car on the way home, I’m going to be able to
demonstrate how a real man’s cock feels in your overworked pussy!"
Jill continues to manipulate me carefully, the rest of the way home. Her work
insures that I won’t start to talk to her about the events of the evening.
When we get home, Jill and I go to our bedroom and manage to bring each other to a
small, but rewarding climax from the doggy position.
Afterward, as we cuddle, Jill asks, "Was I good?"
I say, "For a lady, you were terrific. However, earlier I was able to
experience the sensation of Carlsbad Caverns as I fucked Betty."
Jill manages a laugh.
I then continue, "However, my cock got lonely on the trip."
Jill then asks, “Do you still love me, ... after what happened?”
I say, "Always. If there had been any other way, we wouldn’t have done what
we did tonight. However, there was no other sane choice."
Jill asks, "What if we have to do it again?"
I get a cold chill as Jill`s words sink in. I think about the matter for a while.
I have apparently survived one layoff crisis. However, business at SS is terrible and
there may be other layoffs in the future. What indeed if we`re once again told `fuck or
walk?`
I determine that I’ll, very carefully, approach SS upper management and find out
exactly what Jill and I will have to do if I’m to remain employed. I don’t want another
partner swap with Billy and Betty and if that’s a condition for employment, I’ll
immediately begin actively looking for another job. Of course, I have been quietly
scoping out the market for what I do and there are no other jobs. We may again be forced
into a partner swap in order to survive. However, I’ll do what I can to avoid the
situation. I just tell Jill, “I’ll do what I can to see that we don`t get involved in
another partner swap. However, we may have to do what we have to do.”
The partner swap with Billy and Betty was nothing either of us wanted. Even if
Jill and I had wanted to swap partners, we would definitely not have selected Billy and
Betty. Even at that, the night wasn’t a total waste. Jill and I are going to have to try
fucking with Jill on top of me, real soon. The night was disagreeable but not a total
waste.
The matter of Jill’s exhibitionism is a somewhat more troubling matter for me.
Jill looks fantastic in revealing clothes and even better nude. We can’t afford to buy a
lot of fancy girly clothes for Jill, so we`ll have to be creative if we`re to satisfy
Jill’s exhibitionism privately.
Strangely, I’m not all that concerned about Jill strutting nude in front of Billy
and Betty, the more so because it was basically just Betty. However, the fact that Jill
didn’t wear her little sun dress home is a big worry for me. I drove home very carefully,
because I didn’t want even the remote chance of a traffic ticket. Somehow, I have to get
across to Jill that public nudity is a definite no-no. It may be exciting for Jill, but
if she gets caught at it, I’ll lose my job.
After a while I say, “If economic circumstances dictate what we have to do, I can
only be thankful I have a wife who will stand by me no matter what."
Jill says, "Jim, you avoided the layoff. We have got to have your job to
survive financially. However, SS is in terrible shape financially. From what the girls
down at the health club say, there may be some more partner swapping in our future."
I’m an engineer. I tend to concentrate on solving the technical problems that SS
gives me to work on. I’m good at solving the technical problems and less good at dealing
with the day to day political bullshit. Clearly, I’m going to have to spend more time
worrying about the political and financial implications of my job. However, I need to get
as much information from Jill as I can get.
I ask, "Don’t some of the girls down at the health club work as some kind of
‘hostesses’ for SS?"
Jill says, "I suppose you could put it that way, yes."
I ask, “I suppose hostess means that they have sex with SS customers?”
Jill giggles and says, “They don’t call ‘em the whore corps for nothin’.”
I say, “I definitely don’t want you to be a whore for SS or anyone or anything
else. However, I guess that you could say that we were both whores tonight.”
Jill flinches. She then says, very carefully, “Well, maybe we were. However, we
don’t really have any choice. We have got to keep you employed. I’ll even try to get
more hours down at the health club. I won’t make much more, but we need to earn as much
money as we can in these kinds of times.”
I say, "Jill, we have got to stay and tough it out. If we can last six more
months, I’ll have enough experience to get another good job. Right now, we`re at the
mercy of SS management. I wish, ...that there was some other way."
Jill says, "Jim, there`s no other way. If we stick together, we can get
through the tough times. I promise you, what ever we must do, I’m yours, always."
I say, “As long as we have each other that is something. In the meantime, well
we`ll just have to learn things we can share only with each other. I’ll get a camera and
we`ll take some pictures of you. Would you like that?”
Jill says, “You mean nude pictures, don’t you?”
I say, “Well, at least some nude pictures.”
Jill says, “And the rest will be pictures where I’m not quite nude, right?”
I say, “Would you like that?”
Jill says, “I like to show myself! I’ll pose for the pictures. However, I get to
choose what pictures we keep.”
I say, “OK, I’ll shoot the pictures and you can choose the keepers. As far as I’m
concerned, the nuder the picture, the better the picture. However, they`ll be private
nudity, not public nudity.”
Jill giggles and says, “OK, I went a little too far last night. I should have put
my little sun dress back on before we drove home. However, I didn’t want to be nude for
Billy and Betty and not nude for you.”
Jill`s answer is slick. However, I wonder exactly how much of what Jill has just
said that she really means. I can see potential problems if Jill’s exhibitionist streak
gets too far out of line. However, I can see nothing I can do, at least at present.
I say, “Even if I have to share Jill so that we can survive economically, there can
still be a private Jill that only I have.”
Jill asks, “Then you don’t want anyone except us to see the pictures you take?”
I say, “No, I want them to be a little book that only you and I will ever read. A
book that shows the incredible woman I love.”
Jill snuggles to me and says, “OK, but I don’t mind if others happen to see the
pictures of me.”
I get yet another cold chill. We have just gone through a difficult and
disagreeable time in order to survive. However, Jill doesn’t seem in the least concerned
and has just told me that she’s willing to share herself with others to some extent, even
if we don’t have to do so for the sake of economic survival.
As we lie there and Jill slips into sleep, I remain awake and think about our
predicament. I’m good at what I do. I’ll get better. I must stay on my job until I have
at least a year’s experience. Having a woman like Jill is heaven. Having to share her is
hell. However, in six months or so, I’ll be able to take care of Jill financially come
what may. However, I sense that Jill may be turning into someone I’ll lose. One partner
swap won’t destroy our marriage. However, if Jill decides that being in the public eye is
more important than maintaining our marriage, it`ll eventually drive us apart.
I finally drift off to a troubled sleep.
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