My wife had only part-time jobs for most of our marriage. We'd married young, had kids early and she focused on them while I did the career hamster-wheel thing. But, a change came when we moved to a fairly large city for a new job. The kids, both in their late teens, stayed in the old town, going to the local college. Suddenly we were kid-free, and life was different!

At first it was great! Heather was a very attractive blond, and although she'd gained some mommy pounds over the years, was still a delicious looking piece of ass. With no kids around, we started fucking again like a pair of newly weds, wandering the house naked, watching porn together, even experimenting with anal. One night in bed I raised the subject of my main fantasy, watching Heather being taken by another man. She was suspicious of my motives, saying that she did not want to see me with another woman, so swinging, etc, was out of the question. It was a firm refusal, so I didn't bring it up again. But I think I'd planted a seed that night that grew into something I'd never anticipated.

The second honeymoon didn't last. My new job became incredibly intense, and the pressure left me exhausted, working several hours a night at home to get ready for the following day. Heather was at loose ends with no kids to look after, and she looked for a job. Her college training was in advertising, and she soon found a spot selling ads for a local television station. We were in a fair sized city, so the market was good, and within a few months she was the top account exec. Her boss loved her, and whenever I went to any social events at the station, it was evident that Heather was very popular, a sales star. But with both of us working, sex became something we shoehorned in between work events. Sometimes Heather would beg me for sex and I'd turn her down, being too tired to perform. Eventually, she stopped trying, and we achieved a peaceful balance. We'd come home, talk about our days, eat, watch some T.V. and sleep. We had lots of money coming in, and we bought new cars, toys, clothes, etc. Heather now had a fabulous wardrobe of stylish business attire and shoes, shoes, shoes!

I went along in happy denial until one day when I went to put some of my dirty laundry into the hamper. There on top was one of Heather's expensive blouses, and I touched it as I reached in to drop my items. It was slightly crunchy, and being curious, I picked it up. Running the fabric through my fingers, I realized why Heather's blouse was in the laundry basket. She had someone's cum all over the front of her blouse!

I was a bit disturbed, to put it mildly, so I picked up the blouse and went into the living room where Heather sat with her laptop, putting together a sales proposal. She was wearing a silk robe, with nothing on underneath, something she often did when she was finished for the day. I held out the blouse in front of her.

"What the hell is this?" I asked. I was red in the face and shaking the garment like a rag.

Heather looked up. She simply told me it was her blouse.

I asked her why she had cum on her blouse, to which she said that I should sit down and she would explain things. Thus started a sexual journey that I had never considered possible.

Simply put, cum was on her blouse because Heather had given a client a blow job. He had cum a little prematurely and so things had gotten messy. I asked Heather if she was now in the habit of having sex with her clients?

"Yes, I am," she said. "Does that disturb you?" I was struck dumb.

Heather told me that some months back, when she had already the top account exec, a grateful client had taken her to lunch. He was a handsome and distinguished businessman in his mid-50s. She had not planned anything other than a lunch, but he had ordered expensive drinks, complimented her fulsomely and she got a bit tipsy. They went back to his office to go over the next sales campaign. Once there, he'd made a pass at her. One thing had led to another, and Heather had let him bend her over his desk and fuck her. Much to her surprise, she came hard as he unloaded inside her, and she found the entire episode very enjoyable. Plus, he signed a renewal with a substantial increase in ad buy.

This made her think. She wasn't proud that she had been unfaithful, but at the same time she felt powerful. She realized her status as top sales agent made her attractive to powerful men, and she felt she could use that to her advantage. It wasn't a case of becoming a slut to get sales, it was more using it as leverage to seal the deal with the biggest clients in the city.

I was shocked, but titillated. I also felt ashamed that I had neglected my wife to the extent that she sought comfort with other men. Heather must have read my thoughts.

"You're still my husband," she said. "I don't want to be with anyone else. It's just that suddenly I had the ability to treat sexual pleasure like any other commodity. Just as you might rent a luxury car when you're on vacation. It gives you a thrill for an hour or two, but you don't really need one in your garage at home."

So had she been doing this with other men? How many?

"Not that many," she said. "I don't want to devalue my services by being with every client. I also don't want clients signing up for ad packages just because they think they'll get into my pants. Does the number bother you? Would ten be too many? Would one hundred?"

I was a mass of emotions at this point. Upset, enraged, aroused, tears rolling down my cheeks. Heather told me to sit down on the couch beside her. She opened her robe and pressed me against her naked breasts. I instinctively sought out her nipples and began sucking on them, seeking the kind of primal comfort an infant desires. Heather cooed in my ear, telling me that she loved me, that everything would be alright. Before I knew what was happening, she had my cock out of my pants and began sucking it. It had been weeks since we'd had sex, and I had a raging hard on. Heather pushed me down on to the couch and began deep throating my cock, something we had never done together. My mind filled with images of her being bent over that desk, allowing another man to put his penis inside her, of her crying out as he fucked her. I became insanely horny and my need to cum grew.

Suddenly Heather stopped, lifting her mouth off of my cock. Streams of pre-cum were flowing from its tip. She dug her designer nails into its base, and gave me a little, sloppy kiss.

"You've always fantasized about seeing me with another man. I know this, because you've brought it up. I'm meeting with a client tomorrow at lunch. Do you want to watch?"

I shook my head no, for which I was rewarded by having her nails dig into the base of my cock again.

"You fucking liar," she said. "You want to watch, don't you, you dirty fucking pervert!"

"Yes," I said.

"Tell me what you want!"

"I want to watch you with another man!"

Heather fixed me with a wicked gaze and dug her nails in again. Fuck, that hurt!

"What do you want to see?"

"Uh, I want to see him fuck you! I want to see him make you cum! I want to see you suck his cock!"

Heather smiled. "Good boy!" She took my cock back into her mouth. She sucked me and stroked me savagely and the urge to cum overtook me.

Heather sucked harder and dug her nails into my balls as I started to cum. I pumped into her throat until I was dry, my aching nuts singing as her nails raked my sensitive flesh. Heather swallowed as much as she could, and spit out the rest onto my pants.

"Mmm, that's a good boy," she said. "Now that I've sucked you off, go away and let me finish this sales proposal. Tomorrow, you can come over to the hotel room I've taken and hide in the closet like a pervert and watch my client fuck me. Deal?"

I nodded, ashamed and aroused at the same time. Heather smiled, and dismissed me with a wave of her hand. I crept off to change and go to bed.

The next morning I was away before Heather was up. At work I made an excuse to get away from the office and went up to the hotel room. Heather had left a card for me at the desk. The room was a suite, and there was a closet from which I could have a view of the bed. I sat nervously in a chair until I got a text from Heather telling me she was on her way up. I got into the closet, with the door open just a crack.

Heather entered the room, leading a man. He was well-dressed, handsome and in his mid-thirties. They were laughing and chatting gaily as they entered. I could not see them yet, but could hear the conversation die away, followed by the rustle of clothing and some smacking of lips and giggling.

"God, you are beautiful," he said. "I've thought about you for a long time."

"Mmm, you're so sweet," said Heather. "Why don't we take this into the other room?"

They entered my view. Heather's tailored jacket fell to the floor, and they kissed passionately, standing at the end of the bed. Heather giggled as he began to undo the buttons of her blouse, pausing as he did so to kiss her again and run his hands over her bum. I fished out my cellphone and started recording. I became aware of my own excitement and tried to control my panting breath.

He slipped Heather's blouse off her shoulders to reveal her stunning lingerie. She had been shopping in the most expensive, appointment only, shops in town, and I began to regret not paying attention to her more. She had an exquisite silk camisole, and the briefest of bras barely held her lovely breasts. She wasn't large, but very well formed, and bearing children had given them an enticing volume and character. His hands wandered under her camisole around to the catch on the back, and, unusually for a man, he undid it easily. They kissed passionately as he felt her up under her bra. Then Heather stepped back, pulling the camisole over her head. Her tits hung loosely inside the unfastened bra, and he pushed the cups up so he could kiss her nipples. My cock began to harden up as I heard her giggle and moan at his attentions. She rubbed his head gently as he nibbled and tongued her.

Heather whispered in his ear. He smiled at her suggestion, and it took but a moment and they had shed their clothes and stood naked before each other. He was young and fit, well muscled and well-endowed. They kissed again, and the he put his hands on Heather's head and tried to force her down to suck him. Heather pushed him off, shaking her head. I could feel the tension in the room as he stood back, appraising her naked form, dealing with the rejection he had just received.

Heather sat down on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. She looked directly at me through the crack in the closet door as she spoke.

"I want you to suck my pussy," she said to him. "Show me how well you can get me off. Then I might let you fuck me, if you're good enough."

I had never heard such confidence in my wife's voice. In our sex life, she had been totally submissive, never directing the action. The naked woman I saw before me was taking charge, making the younger man conform to her wishes. Her confidence seemed to turn him on, and he dropped to his knees and began to pleasure her orally.

He was good at his job, as Heather was soon moaning and squirming in ecstasy, and his head was bobbing up and down, his fingers moving in and out of her cunt. Heather began to caress and stimulate her own breasts and nipples as he worked. My cock got rock hard and pre-cum was dripping down my leg as I desperately tried to control my excitement as I watched the younger man working on my wife. She controlled the action, making him bring her up the ladder of excitement, then pausing, then repeating, each time her moans and grunts becoming louder. Finally she came, wrapping her legs around his head and pushing his face into her cunt. As her thrashing subsided, he stood up.

I noticed that Heather had yet to touch his cock in any manner, and the poor guy was fairly panting in expectation. His cock was rigid, flexing up against his belly in hope of plunging into her pussy. He began to move forward, but Heather stopped him.

"Condom first, sweetie. No bareback today, I'm afraid."

He stood there rubbing his cock in frustration. "I don't like them," he said. "It doesn't feel as good."

Heather laughed. "Mmm, well you're in for a case of blue balls, then." She reached into her purse and extracted a condom. "Or..."

He laughed, took the package and put on the condom. Remaining standing, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, onto his cock and began fucking her. His impatience showed, as with little finesse he drove his cock deeply into her cunt with rapid strokes. Heather's tits shook with the impact of his hips against her body, and having cum already she was super-sensitive. She grunted and moaned with each stroke and he went on without a pause for a good five minutes. I could tell by the look on her face that she was nearing another orgasm.

Suddenly, he slowed his pace, making deliberate, shallow strokes, barely inserting more than his tip into the sensitive outer portion of her pussy. Heather's moans increased and I thought she was going to cum. Instead, she sat up and pushed him away.

"Get on the bed, on your back," she said, panting. He turned around and lay down on his back. Heather mounted him quickly, facing toward his feet, supporting herself with her arms. From that position she could look directly at me. She fixed my gaze as she began moving her hips up and down, impaling herself on his shaft, her tits swinging back and forth as she fucked him. He began to meet her thrusts with his hips, and both of them started moaning and grunting in unison. He came first, crying out a series of "oh fuck, oh fuck" as he pumped his load, while my wife, who was just on the edge, pounded him mercilessly until she too achieved orgasm. I watched, fascinated, as her face screwed up in that familiar look that only lovers see when their partner cums. Finally, all passion spent, she climbed off and cuddled in beside him, kissing him gently and rubbing his chest.

After a few minutes, she gave him a kiss and told him he had to leave. He got up, flushed the condom, got dressed and with a final kiss departed. I opened the door of the closet to go to her, but got a stern look of refusal. I stayed put while Heather dressed, and then she departed. Seeing she had left her panties behind, I masturbated into them to relieve myself.

That night when Heather got home, I fixed her a drink and we sat on the couch to discuss things. I asked her how she had met this guy.

"He's got a car dealership, and is one of my clients. I'd just got him to sign a major campaign with us, but it took about three weeks. He'd flirted like hell with me all during the negotiations, plus was very demanding on timings and frequency. He also thinks he can fuck anything in a skirt, so I stroked his ego and made him believe that I was part of the deal. He wanted me to blow him in his office! Can you believe it! I left him hanging until yesterday, so he probably fucked his poor wife a few times out of frustration. Did you enjoy watching him fuck me?"

Of course I'd enjoyed it! But, I was curious about a few things. Like, why had she been so controlling? He seemed a bit frustrated.

Heather laughed. "Those guys think because they have a big dick and a fast car that women will just suck their dicks and let them do whatever they want. I went to bed with him for my satisfaction, not his. I mean, men always get to cum, don't they? I've learned that if you just let them do what they want, they blow their load and you end up fingering yourself afterwards. Especially the younger guys, they will just look after themselves and leave you hanging. They are also turned on if an older woman takes charge. It's as if they're fucking their mommies, I swear!"

"You didn't suck him. In fact you barely touched him at all."

"Some guys have this idea that women just love sucking cocks. It's a porno thing, I guess. But if I don't need to, if a guy is nice and hard, why would I waste that by putting it into my mouth? I'm focusing on my pleasure. When I'm with an older guy who can't get it up, or with someone I care about more, sure, I don't mind oral. I sucked you off last night because I could see you were upset and wanted to make you happy. As you saw, I got off when he went down on me and it made the fucking a lot more fun. I mean, this guy was younger with a great hard on, so I wanted to make the most of it, right? And, he got to cum too, and he can brag about how he bagged the account executive to his buddies." She sipped her drink. "Hmm, that's good."

Heather's eyes flashed with excitement as she talked about her session with that client. When I told her I had taken a video on my phone, she practically dragged me into the bedroom to watch it. We stripped off quickly, and I began to kiss and fondle her beautiful body. For her part, she stroked my cock, but was impatient to watch the video. I felt I could use that to my advantage.

"So, here's the deal," I said. "I'll give you the phone so you can watch the video, while I go behind you and go in your bum."

Heather dropped my cock and gave me her, "not fucking likely" look. I pressed on.

"You've been a very bad girl," I said, "fucking other men without my permission. I think I you should make it up to me by giving me your ass."

"Well, I'm not particularly fond of having you do that to me," she said. "Could we do something else?"

"Alright, then, no video," I replied. Heather sighed. She really wanted to watch the video. Plus, it was her nature to be submissive to her husband. I was special!

"Ok, but use lots of lube."

I threw Heather the phone, and she got on her tummy, her ass propped up by a couple of pillows. She held the phone in front of her, and I started off by lubing up her pussy and teasing her cunt with a vibrator. This produced a good effect, as she started pushing her bum up against me and moaning, while still watching the video. Then I lubed up her asshole and finger fucked her there for a few minutes. Finally, I lubed up my cock and pushed against her asshole with my slippery cock end.

"Uh, yes, just push gently," she said. I increased the pressure, and suddenly she gasped as I slid my cock up her ass. "Oh geez," she said, "that's pretty good, really."

Heather continued to watch the video as I fucked her ass. It was extremely tight, but I used enough lube to reduce the friction to a manageable level. She started groaning as I fucked her, and I think the combination of watching the video of her fucking the client and taking me up her ass was extremely stimulating for her. I grabbed the vibrator and applied it to her clit as I slid slowly and deliberately in and out of her asshole. When she got to the part of the video where she made her client lie on the bed so she could mount and fuck him, she started cumming. I was also worked up to a fever pitch by this point, and came in her ass, which felt fucking great. I pulled out, and sat there watching my cum drip our of her. I tried to keep the vibrator on her clit, but she was too sensitive after cumming, but did appreciate it when I slid it inside her pussy. She moaned and gasped as she watched the rest of the video, and then swatted it away and collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

The next morning I brought up the idea of swinging, again. Again I met with a refusal.

"I'm not prepared to see you with another woman," she said. "Don't ask me, I just can't." Heather sipped her coffee.

"It's more about me seeing you with another man," I said. "It's an incredible turn on!"

"Well, you saw me with someone else yesterday," she said. "I just want to keep it within the realm of business. I don't want screwing around to become a social activity. Just as I would never let a client do anal with me. That's for you! And, only on special occasions, by the way!" Heather flashed me a smile. I felt a connection with her now that had been missing for months, as if I were a co-conspirator in a presidential sex scandal.

"Speaking about work, are you sleeping with your boss?"

Heather shook her pretty head. "No, definitely not. He flirts with me like crazy, and I'm sure he's heard rumours, but I haven't and I won't. Just too messy. Plus, we meet with him and his wife socially, so that would be awkward."

I saw her point. "What's next? When can I see you in action again?"

Heather pursed her lips in thought. "I don't have any big deals on the go at the moment. I was just doing a proposal for a chain of furniture stores, but that will take a week or so before have to do a presentation. I am calling on a few smaller clients today, so if anything happens, I'll video it with my phone, if I can. Ok?"

I couldn't wait to get home from work and see what Heather had been up to. I was home first, as usual, so began cooking supper and had some drinks ready for her. I saw her Mercedes AMG pull up into the driveway, and she came in the house, dropping her Gucci bag at the door. I handed her a drink, and we sat on the couch.

"Well?" I asked.

Heather smirked and tweaked my nose. "My goodness, you are such a perv! Can't wait to see what wifey has been up to, then?" She pulled out her phone and set it on the coffee table, but did not yet turn it on.

"I called on several clients today, but only did something with one of them. It was kind of an act of mercy. One of my older clients! His business is going badly, and I persuaded him to up his ad buy as the best way to get things going again. It's a problem a lot of businesses have. When things are tough and cash flow dries up, clients like to cut the ad budget. That's the last thing they should do! So, it took some kind of persuading to keep him on board."

"Uh, what kind of persuasion, honey?" I was getting excited.

"Well, let's see," she said. She turned on the phone and handed it to me.

I hit play on the video, and could see Heather with her hands down the pants of a man who looked to be in his early sixties. He had a bit of a pot tummy, and he was running his hands through her hair as she stroked him inside his pants. I noticed Heather's blouse was undone, so he had a view of her breasts inside some stunning lingerie. After a few moments of stroking, he undid his belt and Heather dropped his pants and underwear. His cock popped out, semi-erect, and she started licking the tip. I paused the video.

"Whoa," I said. "Tell me about your thought processes here. How did you set this up, and why are you sucking him? I thought you weren't keen on oral?"

"Sure," said Heather. Her tits jiggled as she leaned in to explain herself, and I was a bit distracted. "This isn't a big account, and plus, he's old, so the sex would be uninspiring. So a blow job is an appropriate level of compensation for him. For younger guys, sucking them is a power move, so I won't let them dominate me like that. But, this guy is depressed because business is bad. I've just thrown him a lifeline with this ad buy, and gave him a nice discount as well. If he tried to screw me he'd probably fail, and that wouldn't be very nice, would it? So, if I blow him, he gets satisfaction, and I get out of there quickly, on to my next appointment. See?"

"But, you must get worked up and then there's no release for you?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Men! Sucking someone's cock is not that stimulating, trust me. Plus, it can be messy. You should try it sometimes!" Heather giggle at the thought while I felt slightly uncomfortable.

I rolled the video again. Heather moved on from licking to sucking and stroking the guy's cock. He began to moan appreciatively and she sucked harder and stroked faster. He wasn't very big, maybe four inches, so she took him in easily. He got louder and started grunting, so Heather slowed down and worked the tip to increase his pleasure. As I watched I felt Heather's hands wandering over my crotch, teasing my cock. It seemed as if watching the video was exciting her also.

I paused the video again. "You seem to be drawing it out. Why not just keep jerking him, so he will blow his load and you can get rid of him.?"

Heather dug her nails into my cock through the fabric of my pants. "I'm trying to give the guy his money's worth, silly. Plus, he was really down, so I wanted him to feel really good about his ad buy." Heather leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Here, let's get rid of your pants, honey."

I ran the video again as Heather tugged my pants down to my ankles. I felt her lips on my cock as I watched her playing with the guy's tip, tickling his balls with her nails, swirling his pre-cum. Then she went back to deep-throating him, and the poor bastard started grunting and crying. He unloaded and Heather swallowed quickly, lapping up his seed. Little drops of cum spilled from her lips, and she spit a bit onto his pants. She cuddled his balls for a few moments as his little dick contracted back to its normal soft dimensions. Her hand reached out to the phone and the video stopped.

The time for talking was over. I rolled off the couch, shed my pants and reached up under Heather's skirt to pull her panties down. She giggled and spread her legs invitingly. I pushed her skirt up to her hip and began to suck and lick her pussy, which was sopping wet. Her cunt tasted incredible and she was pretty worked up because it took only a little bit of sucking and light biting before she was crying out and cumming on my face. I then pulled her on to the rug on her back. Placing a cushion under her hips, I fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Watching her do anything with another man was so stimulating that I just could not wait to get my eight inches into her pussy, and she knew it. I was out of control. I needed to see her tits, so I ripped open her blouse.

"Jeez, honey, that cost me $300, damn it! Oh, who cares, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

At this point I didn't care how much her clothes cost her, I just wanted to fuck my wife, to fill her with my cum. With her blouse out of the way, I pulled her bra down below her breasts and her tits popped out nicely. This drove me wild and no sooner had I started sucking a nipple than Heather started squeezing my cock with her pussy. My cock spasmed and I unloaded deep inside her pussy, thrusting again and again until I was totally drained. Finally, I collapsed on the rug beside her.

Heather murmured in my ear. "Wow, honey, that was good. Maybe we have a winning formula? Maybe we should find a way to bring you into the business?"

What the hell did she mean by that, I wondered?

Stay Tuned for Part 2 - Heather grows her portfolio.