The morning after our sex party with Roberta and Tom, we dragged our aching heads, pussies and my cock back to our house and tried to make sense of things. Heather had pissed me off by being so anxious to ride Andrew’s young cock in front of everyone, and I had gone over the top by ass-fucking Roberta, although she had begged for it. Heather was glaring at me for favouring Sharon over her last night, and Sharon kept looking at me with doe eyes, as if she’d found her long, lost, love. Although we had all had a good time and fucked our brains out, we had been ill-prepared for the storm ahead. A reckoning lay ahead!

Heather and Sharon made coffee and breakfast when we got home, but they weren’t speaking to each other and Heather made as much noise as possible in the process, banging pots and slamming coffee cups down on the table. Sharon made conciliatory noises, answered by non-committal grunts from Heather. I kept a low profile. After breakfast, Sharon packed up to head home, so she’d be ready for work next day. I gave her delicious body a light hug and a chaste kiss on her cheek, and Heather made only the briefest of pro forma hugs before shooing her out the door. Sharon was near to tears when she left, giving me a longing look as she went. Her Prius backed out of the driveway, and then the storm broke.

“You fucking asshole!” yelled Heather. “You just couldn’t get enough of Sharon last night, could you? What is it with you two? Here I am doing my best to please a client, and you fuck her in the ass and then spend the rest of the night with your girlfriend! What are you trying to do to me? Can’t you see that needy cow is trying to move in on you? That she wants you to dump me and take up with her! What was I thinking to invite her down here?”

I tried to explain that Roberta had wanted anal, that she had manipulated me into doing it, and Tom had actually helped. As to Sharon, what was I supposed to do, given that Heather had been busy fucking Tom and Andrew, and Roberta had set the rule that we weren’t supposed to go with our own spouses? Heather wasn’t having it, though, and continued to rage. She fumed and fussed and threw accusations at me. I knew I was in a lot of trouble, and it wasn’t likely I could talk my way out of it.

I was saved by the bell! Heather’s phone rang, and it was Roberta. Heather put on her “nice-Heather” voice, and set the phone to speaker. Roberta was full of praise for our performance last night, expressing how happy she was with how things had turned out. We were welcome back anytime, as was Sharon, and Roberta set an appointment to sign off on the ad buy for the next morning. Heather gushed appreciation, claiming that we had enjoyed everything immensely and were looking forward to a repeat.

The call ended. Heather sat down looking pensive, gripping her phone tightly. I went to sit beside her, but she pushed me away.

“Don’t touch me, you bastard,” she said. “You’re lucky Roberta is happy!  I’m not! I don’t like the way you and Sharon carried on. She’s set her sights on you, and you were acting like a lovesick puppy.” I assured her that there was nothing between Sharon and me, but she wasn’t having it. I sat back on the couch, deflated and depressed.

“Here’s the deal,” said Heather. “I don’t want you to touch me for now. I’ve got to process this. It’s my fault for inviting that woman down here. We’ve got to work this through, and I don’t want sex clouding my judgement. You’ve got to win me back, somehow.”

I hung my head, depressed. “What, no sex?” I said. “You set this up, and I don’t know what you thought was going to happen.” I reached over to Heather’s knee, but she pushed my hand away.

“Oh, you’re going to have plenty of sex,” she said. “Just not with me. I’ve got a whole client list of women who want your skinny ass for some reason. You’re going to service them when and where I tell you to. And I’ll be fucking as many men as necessary to make the big deals I need to become the top network sales exec! So, we’ll both be having plenty of sex, just not with each other. Maybe, just maybe, if you toe the line and do what I say, I’ll be doing couch rugby with you by the end of the month. One other thing – stay the hell away from Sharon. She is pussy non-gratis around here! Got it!”

I nodded. Not for the first time, I wondered how a woman who was so submissive to me in bed could be an ever-loving bitch every other waking hour. Heather was clearly upset by how things had gone last night, notwithstanding she’d signed a big deal out of it. But if I wanted to maintain our relationship, and I did, I had to toe the line.

It didn’t take long for Heather to exercise her prerogative of pimping me out to her clients. I got a text the next morning, telling me to shower, dress nicely and meet a Cynthia Devins at a chain hotel in the west end. Cynthia was the buyer for a large chain of auto dealerships, and apparently Heather had thrown me into the deal. I didn’t know what I was in for but did as she asked. I got to the hotel, checked in and waited.

It was a comfortable little suite, and a bottle of champagne was on ice. Of course, I had zero experience romancing anyone, and I had no idea what this woman was going to look like. I sat on the couch, relaxing, when there was a rap at the door. I opened in to find a fairly stout, middle-aged woman, about five foot five inches, with a lovely round face and curly brown hair. I let her in and she gave me a big smile.

“I’m Cynthia,” she said. “Heather told you about me?” I nodded, and she broke out into a smile. “Look, I don’t have a whole lot of time, so forgive me if I’m rushing things a little.” As she spoke, Cynthia was shedding her clothes and was soon down to her bra and panties. She was rushing to get those off too when I intervened.

“Hey, slow down,” I said. “Half the fun is unwrapping the package, isn’t it?” With that I moved in and gave her a little kiss, letting my hands roam across her back and hips, to test her reaction. Cynthia shivered at my touch, raising her chin to meet my kiss with her own. I got her to turn around so I could undo the clasp of her bra, then felt up her tits. They were big and floppy, a good match to her smooth rolls over her tummy. They felt good in my hands, and I itched to get my lips on them. But first I began to shimmy off her panties, and she shook her legs to help them on their journey down to the floor. I dropped one hand to her bush, since she said she was in a rush, and found she was already wet with anticipation. Cynthia began undoing my belt, so I stepped back and dropped my pants, so I was standing there with my shirt open, in my underwear and socks. Cynthia ran her hand over my crotch while I explored her pussy, and we indulged in a long, juicy kiss. I was beginning to like Cynthia!

I took her hand to lead her back to the bedroom, but she hesitated.

“Look, uh, I’ve got a request,” she said. Anytime a naked woman makes a request of me, I’m all ears, so I stopped. “I’m doing this to piss off my husband. He’s been catting around, and I want to get a pic of me sucking a cock and send it to him, just to show him two can play this game. You don’t mind, do you? Heather said you’d be ok with it! I won’t show your face or nothing, I promise!”

I said I was fine with it, so I sat down on the couch and dropped my underwear. Cynthia knelt on the rug and took me in hand. I must have started liking her a lot because my cock hardened up nicely as she took me in her mouth.

“Mmm, you’re bigger than hubby,” she said. “This is gonna make him wish he hadn’t fucked around.” She sucked and stroked to get me nice and hard, with a lot of precum flowing, then she fumbled around in her purse for her phone. She handed it to me and asked me to take a few pictures and maybe a video if I could. I grabbed the phone and set it up. Cynthia started sucking with a vengeance, not quite deepthroating me, but doing a decent job. I held the camera at arms length and took a couple of pics.

“Oh, that’s good,” I said. “You’ve got some skills! Did you want a cum shot or anything?

Cynthia paused and threw her head back, laughing. “Maybe later, but I think you’ve got some work to do first, right?” She grabbed my hand and led me up off the couch back into the bedroom. We lay on the bed and kissed and fondled each other. Cythina was warm and soft, with big rolls and a bigger ass. I couldn’t wait to fuck her, but I wanted her to be satisfied, for Heather’s sake, if not her own.

“How much time have you got?” I said, gasping. “You said you were in a hurry.”

“Uh, geez, maybe ten, fifteen minutes. I’ve got another appointment to get to at one of the dealerships. So, hurry up and do me, please!”

I could have just jumped on her and pumped away, but I wanted to try something first. I had brought the clit sucker with me and fished it out from under the pillow where I had stashed it. Pushing her legs apart, I started licking and sucking her pussy, which produced some deep moans on her part. I then showed her the toy.

“What the fuck is that thing?” she said. “Oh my, what have you got planned?”

“Oh, you’re going to like this,” I said. “Just relax and go with it.”

Cynthia laughed and drew her knees up. I revved up the clit sucker and applied it to the appropriate spot, while fingering her cunt. The effect was immediate.

“Oh, fuck, oh my god!” she said. “Oh, oh, oh, Jesus, that’s good, keep that up, oh my goodness!” Cynthia started cumming, making weird shrieking noises, moaning and crying out like she was going to die, thrashing and bucking her hips so that it became difficult to maintain contact. I think she came twice, and then she pushed my hands away.

“Oh, my, that’s too much!” she said. “I’ve never had something like that happen!” She raised her head. “I’ve only got a few minutes left,” she said. “Come inside, and then let’s see if we can get a good cumshot for hubby.”

Since being with another woman was still a new experience, I was pretty hard and penetrated her easily. Her cunt was a bit sloppy but pumping her still felt good and she grabbed my ass and moaned her appreciation for the efforts. Time being short, I didn’t try to hold back and soon felt an orgasm coming on. Knowing she wanted a cumshot, I pulled out, my cock pulsating.

“Uh, tits, face, tummy, where?” I asked.

Cynthia grabbed her phone and pointed to her floppy breasts. I took the cue and jacked off onto her tits, grunting as I shot a nice cum load across her nipples and chest. Cynthia got several pics with her phone, then jumped up and ran into the bathroom for a towel. I cleaned up and donned my underwear and socks. Cynthia reappeared, still naked, giggling, her fleshy form shaking with laughter.

“Oh, hubby is not going to like these shots,” she said. “Too bad for him, the bastard!” She gave me a quick kiss and then started getting dressed. As she put on her clothes she thanked me for a good time.

“That little toy was a revelation,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve cum like that, ever! I hope I can see you again some time, eh?” With that she finished dressing and ran out the door to her next appointment, whatever that was. I sat there in my underwear, thinking that I had a pretty good job, servicing Heather’s clients.

That night at dinner I gave Heather a run-down on my session with Cynthia. She nodded approval and told me that Heather had made a significant ad buy as a result. I asked Heather if she had gotten any action herself, but apparently not. Just a couple of skinny deals, not even a handjob. I gave her a kiss and a hug to see if she was in the mood, but I got the cold shoulder, so we both just went to bed and slept.

It was two days before I got another assignment from Heather. I was at my computer working on a health and safety plan for a client when my phone buzzed. Rendezvous at the same hotel with another client, named Sarah. The text said, “older woman, be gentle, BFE.”

I had to Google BFE, and found it meant “boyfriend experience,” so I took it that I should take it slow, get to know her and just make out a bit and see where things led. Since I hadn’t had sex for two days, I should be able to put on a good performance, and I was intrigued to see what Heather meant by an older woman.

I dressed nicely and checked into the hotel room on time. Given what Heather had texted, I set the lights low and lit a few candles. About five minutes passed and there was a knock at the door. I opened it and found an elegantly dressed woman, tall and thin.

“Sarah?” I said. She smiled affirmatively and I ushered her into the room.  I motioned to a chair, and after she sat down offered her a drink. Again, Heather had arranged for a bottle of champagne, but there was also an assortment of drinks available from the mini-bar. I managed to put together a gin and tonic at her request, and then sat there in a chair opposite, struck dumb. Small talk had never been my forte, and I couldn’t think of anything better to say than a banal remark about the weather. Sarah smiled and said she supposed it was a nice day. Then she just sipped her G&T, undressing me with her eyes. I began to feel very uncomfortable.

“Tell me a little about yourself, Sarah. I’d like to get to know you better.” Sarah smiled, and I feigned interest as she gave me a little history of her life. She and her husband had run a home decorating business for many years, but he had passed about ten years ago and she was on her own. I guessed she was in her early sixties, quite thin and pretty in her way, with nicely trimmed gray hair. Her hands twisted as she spoke, betraying an inner turmoil.

“I’ve never been with another man since John,” she said. “I was telling Heather how much I missed, uh, relations, and she suggested you might help.” She gave me a shy look.

“Would it be too forward to invite you to sit with me on the couch?” I said. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

Sarah smiled, got up and snuggled in on the couch beside me. She was wearing a tailored suit and skirt combo. I slipped a hand under her top around the small of her back and gave her a little nibbling kiss on the back of her neck. I could feel her tense up at that, but she didn’t push me away, so I kept on that track. A minute or two of gentle caressing and I noticed her breathing got heavier and she was arching her back at my touch. I moved my hands around to the front, meaning to slip her suit jacket off her shoulders.

“May I?” She nodded, drawing in her breath a little as she did so. I removed the jacket, placed it gently over the back of the couch and then began to undo the top buttons of her blouse. Sarah sighed and leaned her head back slightly, and I felt she was inviting a kiss. Leaving her blouse half undone, I began kissing her thin lips, staying on the surface, taking it nice and slow. Sarah responded, and it seemed to me that she was out of practice, as we seemed to be a bit clumsy. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough that I could reach inside to cup one of her breasts gently, and this elicited a slight gasp.

“You’re quite lovely,” I whispered in her ear as I stroked her breast through the light fabric of her bra. “Could I see more of you, please?”

Sarah smiled and sat back a bit so she could undo her blouse fully. I pushed it off her shoulders, and she sat there in her skirt and bra, panting. I made a point of looking her over, letting her see how much I admired the scenery. She was skinny, with small breasts, not my sort of thing at all, yet still beautiful. I decided to get her involved in her own seduction.

“You’re quite fit,” I said. “You must run or be at the gym quite a bit. I’d be grateful if you took your bra off, I’m quite anxious to see more of you.”

Sarah smiled coyly. No man had asked to see more of her for many years, and I could see the excitement was rushing through her, causing her cheeks to blush. I wanted to take things slowly, at her pace, to let her get back into the swing of things without rushing her. Her bra had a front clasp, and I could have undone it easily, but I wanted her to control the action. She released the clasp and slipped her bra off her shoulders. Her breasts were small, slightly saggy, but with lovely pink nipples standing up. I reached out to touch them lightly with my fingers and felt her shiver. I closed in for more kissing and this time she opened her mouth and let her tongue explore me, her hands feeling my back. We carried on in this way for a bit, her hands wandering down to my crotch toward the end. I kept my hands above the waist, but since she was obviously getting excited, I suggested we move into the bedroom.

“Oh, yes, could we?” she said with a smile. I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. I had set a couple of candles alight earlier and they gave a romantic glow to the walls and had turned back the bed. I started removing my clothes while Sarah stepped out of her skirt and panties. I drew her down to the bed and we lay there, embracing, kissing, exploring one another. I did not want to rush her, but on the other hand she was probably used to the man taking the initiative, and I wasn’t wrong. I started exploring between her legs and was please to find things were well along the way, her pussy being quite juicy and supple as I touched her with my fingers. Her hands began to feel my cock, stroking gently and squeezing the tip with her fingers, rubbing the precum around its tip. She was really quite skilled. I felt her lips near my ear and she whispered a request.

“Umm, if I could, would you do something for me? I’m a bit shy about asking, but Heather said it was okay.”

Heather! What, had she given Sarah a menu or something! My own wife was pimping me out to her clients! Anyway, I rather liked Sarah by this point, so I was willing to do whatever she wanted.

“Of course, dear, what can I do for you?”

“Well, uh, if you could go down there, you know? It’s not something we ever did much, but I kind of crave it. If that’s okay with you, that is?”

“Nothing I’d like better, Sarah,” I said with a little chuckle. I started kissing my way down, paying attention to each breast, then dragging my tongue slowly across her tummy and into her bush, pulling her lips apart with my fingers so my tongue could taste her sweetness. Her pussy was kind of midway between Heather’s elegant cunt and Sharon’s puffy lips and long clitoris, a happy medium, at least for me. I started rubbing Sarah’s clit gently while thrusting my tongue into her pussy, sucking on her lips as a bit of a change of pace. The effects were electric, and Sarah started cumming almost immediately, moaning and grunting softly, nothing too outrageous, but somewhat wantonly, as if she were giving in to a sinful impulse long repressed. I bore down on her pussy as she came, feeling all the spasms and vibrations of her lovely senior body as she climaxed. At length she relaxed, but of course I was raring to stick my dick in her and told her so.

“I so want to fuck you now, Sarah!” I said. “Are you ready for me now, you sexy girl?”

Kind of tame, but Sarah had been off the market for a while, so it had the desired effect, She opened her legs, lifting her knees to ease my way. I grabbed her ass and pulled her onto my cock. I had a small bottle of lube handy, just in case, but as it turned out she was quite soft and slippery so entry was made without any problems. I took it slowly, inserting just a few inches and pushing gently in and out to judge her reaction.

“Oh my,” she said, “oh, that’s good, keep it up just like that. That’s very good!”

Sarah wrapped her arms around me and hugged for all she was worth as I gave her the first fuck she’d had in many years. I have to say it made me feel really good to awaken her senses, her sexuality, after those years of dormancy, and I drew it out for a reasonable time. I didn’t want her to get sore, though, so took it easy on her, letting her immerse herself in the feeling of having a man inside her once again. Once I thought she was ready, and we’d gone on long enough, I started deep strokes and to my surprise her pussy muscles started squeezing and massaging my cock. The old girl had some skills! I started making noises to let her know I was close, and she urged me to finish.

“C’mon, honey, that’s good, give it to me now, I want it,” she said, gasping. That was enough, and I came while deep inside, letting her cunt squeeze out the last drop of cum out of me. All passion spent, we lay together, cuddling and caressing for a good while, keeping each other company under the blankets.

At length Sarah rose and we got dressed. She was so grateful! She gave me a few sweet kisses and told me what a wonderful time she’d had. I told her I’d enjoyed myself, (which was true), and wished her all the best. As she left, I felt immensely satisfied at a job well done.

That night Heather related how I had gotten a glowing report from Sarah, and that she had closed a big deal with Heather as a result. As for Heather, she’d been keeping herself on the sidelines for now, without even a handjob to report. Pretty boring stuff, really.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she makes another buy pretty soon,” said Heather. “She went on and on about how good you were!” I told Heather I was happy to help out. Heather seemed to be warming up to me, at least as a useful adjunct to her sales team, but we still went to bed without kissing or touching.

The next week went by in a similar manner. Heather had three more assignments for me. Two I handled rather well. I had gotten used to the fact that most of these women were going to be older and rather plain, so used my charm to make them feel young, attractive and wanted. These sessions went well, and I got a decent orgasm out of them, which was a bonus. I messed up badly on one meeting, though. She turned out to be mid-30s, very milfy, and I blew my load when she went down on me. Rather embarrassing, but I made her cum orally. Heather gave me the cold shoulder that night, as she’d received a rather negative report from her client, and a smaller than average buy had been the result. I’d promised to do better next time. Still, no sex between Heather and me. For her part, Heather had fucked two of her male clients, but refused to tell me much about either session. I was getting quite tired of the whole situation and was beginning to feel used.

I was at my computer again the next day, when Heather texted me with another appointment. Same hotel, same room, 3 p.m. that afternoon. “Just wants a good fuck, apparently,” she added. “Just got the request through our portal, so haven’t had a face to face with her yet. Amanda, forty-four, divorced, blond. Buyer for a hardware chain, but must be from the national office, because I haven’t heard of her before. Don’t know much more than that. Be sure to give her a good time.”  I texted back my acknowledgement, showered, changed and left for the hotel.

Same routine! I checked into the hotel, set the lights, checked the drink, got the toys and lube ready in the bedroom. I sat down and after a few minutes, there was a discrete knock. I got up, opened the door, and my jaw dropped.

Standing before me, in all her glory, was Sharon! What the actual fuck was going on?

(Stay Tuned for Part 8 - Sharon's Game)