by Lexi Hots
Throughout the course of their courtship, Victor made it clear that one of the most potent aspects of their relationship was the synergy that they had in their work. He thought it was incredible how their clients flowed between the two of them like water, and how the overall arrangement improved the lives of everyone concerned. He thought about this aspect of their relationship relentlessly, and frequently spoke to Rose about upcoming workshops, and new techniques for management, organization or other keys to financial success. After the marriage, his musings on their ability for teamwork only solidified in his mind. He continued to invite her to every workshop he could find, and interpreted them in the same way that most people interpret a date.
Rose, on the other hand, actually preferred to leave work at work, and maintain a separate life at home. The difficulty there, was that work was how the two got together initially, and there was little she could do to suggest that there wasn’t something magical about their business merger.
“Yes, Victor, that sounds great, when is it?”, became her standard reply for these invitations, and eventually, as the night would go on, the date would transition from seminar, to wine, and romance; which is the part she most enjoyed.
When Victor announced the topic for the next workshop; “Multi-Tasking for the Enlightened CEO,” Rose responded, naturally with, “Sure, what is the date?”
“Tonight,” Victor said, excitedly. “Actually, in an hour if you don’t mind. This guy is a real hot-shot in the industry, and actually has a background in the same field as you!”
“He worked as a physical therapist for years, started his own company, and now he travels the country, sharing all of his secrets!” Victor exclaimed.
“I’ve got front row tickets,” he said, waiving them in the air and grinning.
“Give me a minute to put something on, and we’ll go,” she said.
About a half hour passed, and Rose came out looking immaculate. Her hair was put up in an artfully constructed bun, she wore a skimpy black dress with a sheer slip underneath, and a pair of ergonomic sandals. The two drove downtown, and were five minutes late, walking down to the front row after the speaker had already begun his introduction.
With a bold smile, and a wink at the two of them, the speaker continued on as though nothing was wrong with showing up late. He indicated that he understood, and accepted them. Both Victor and Rose were immediately swept into his aura of charisma.
“And, as you are aware,” the speaker continued, “The key to managing groups of people, collections of ideas, or multiple business processes, is by working together, and making sure the subject at hand is completely satisfied before moving on to the next item on the agenda — not unlike how one would treat a woman.”
The audience laughed, and the women shifted in their seats. The women who had men next to them raised an eyebrow, or placed a telling hand on the nearest thigh.
“I want to show you what I mean,” the speaker said, his smile even more sincere and broad than before. “Can I get a volunteer couple from the audience?”
Hands went up into the air, and eventually the speaker settled on Rose and Victor.
Victor was thrilled, and Rose blushed. The man’s confidence and power flowed off of him like a river, and Rose was completely swept away by him. Occasionally, she got like that — it was a natural attraction that she held towards people, and sometimes it was stronger than others. The two worked their way up onto the high stage platform, only to stand in the spotlight, facing the man who had called on them.
“Ryan Solan” the man said, offering a handshake and a pat on the back to Victor, and a hug and a kiss on the cheek to Rose; they were caught — completely at the mercy of the hot shot boss in front of them.
“This is going to be a bit strange, but we’re all going to be naked for this, so go ahead and take off your clothes — it will be a bit awkward, but what’s business if you can’t manage a bit of high exposure, huh?”
He winked again, and without hesitation, began stripping off his suit on stage.
The crowd cheered like college folks at a football game, and the lights from the ceiling caught every well-formed muscle on Ryan’s body; he looked like a Greek God.
Rose was wet.
Victor and Rose were a bit slower, and had a bit less reception than Ryan at first, but once Rose had finished, the crowd went crazy; they loved every curve on her body — and she glowed with pride.
Once between the two men, with their massive cocks right at the level of her mouth, she hardly had to do anything else to move her body forward for the act to come. She was operating on instinct. She smiled, let her hair down, and immediately put her mouth around the tip of Ryan’s cock. Sucking it gently, and opening her mouth to pull deeper in, she relished in his taste.
“Sweat and Success,” she thought to herself, as she gripped one hand around his shaft, and repeatedly pushed the head of his penis toward the back of her throat.
She wanted to take him more than anything, and his full seven inch cock was thick and ready for her. She lapped down the side, turned, and saw that her husband wanted in on the action too. She grabbed Victor’s cock and pushed herself onto it completely.
“I love you, but this other cock right here,” she grabbed with her hand as she gave him an inner monologue, “This cock is getting put inside of me, so you’d better appreciate it.
From the looks of it, Victor loved the attention, and he loved sharing his woman with the power of Ryan Solan. Ryan’s cock was thick, red, and full of potency. He held Rose by the shoulder, and she stroked him firmly while taking Victor’s cock to the back of her throat. Victor held her by the head, and pushed her in. She pulled back, grabbed at the base of his cock, and continued to suck on the top of his dick.
Switching over once more, she gave Victor the stroking treatment, while Ryan pushed down on her head, and began to fuck her face right in front of the audience. Roars of wild arousal swept up from below the stage, and Rose dutifully opened her mouth wide while Ryan put his dick inside of her, and then pushed out along the side of her cheek.
“You’re going to take what you’re given, and you’re going to love it,” he said, before turning to the audience.
“This is how you get it done!” he yelled.
Rose turned to find Victor thrusting himself into the back of her throat — something he had never before done in their relationship. Rose opened wide for each thrust, all the while stroking Ryan’s blood-heavy cock with her hand. All she could hear was the sound of her own gagging, while the two of them took turns shoving their dicks down her throat. Saliva poured down her chin, and onto her bare breasts.
Feeling like a goddess, she held the two cocks in her hand, and moved her head back and forth over them; pulling and sucking alternately, offering herself as a means of stimulation and arousal. She was wet all the way down her body, and her mouth was useful only in its regard to breathe and wrap her lips around the bodies of the two eager men that stood before her. She knew that this was going to go places she had never gone before, but she couldn’t focus on that, or the crowd or anything else.
The next point of focus was Ryan’s balls. He had lifted her cock so she could suck on them, and tickle them with her tongue. Rose was dutiful, and Ryan confidently stoked his cock while she played with his scrotum. He pushed into her mouth, and moved his dick all around the outside of her mouth. She jacked her husband off more, and then moved back to the switching motion.
She couldn’t believe the stamina of the two. Usually, her husband was a quick lay, but whether it was the audience, or the sheer virility of Ryan, he was strong and the two of them looked like they weren’t going to come anytime soon; she was loving it.
Laying her head back, offering her mouth to Ryan once more, she sucked him more eagerly than she had before.
Her next move was psychological. She wanted to bring them together, so she pulled the two penises together, toward her mouth, and rubbed the tips on one another. Victor was usual
ly homophobic, but Ryan was so confident that he only stroked her hair and grunted approvingly. With coordination, she pulled from the base of each cock, toward the tip. Closing the gesture with an open mouth, a lapping tongue, and friction on the heads of each penis.
When that was over with she went for Ryan’s balls again.
Victor was learning all kinds of things about his wife, and how to do her properly, and so he too raised up his shaft for her to pay attention to his balls. The sensations caused him to be more aroused, and he wasted no time joining Ryan in slapping Rose’s cheeks alongside Ryan, while she left her tongue out — available to the both of them. She smiled, saliva dripping from her mouth while the cock patted her in the face, and was pulled in and out of her mouth. She stroked and sucked so that the two men never felt alone, and were always cared for.
Rose would have offered some verbal confirmation of her love for Victor, as she took him into her mouth once more, but she couldn’t speak through the thick meat that was between her lips. The two men helped her onto her feet, and Victor sat on a chair provided on the stage, while Ryan pressed his cock up against her ass, and spread her legs before him.
Rose got to work sucking on her husband’s cock while he pet her hair from side to side. Ryan stroked himself and wet his dick with saliva while beating Rose’s pussy with this dick.
“I’m going to fill you up, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Rose spread her cheeks obligingly, and slowly, Ryan began to fuck her from behind, while Victor fucked her face. She laid down on her husband’s stomach, with her ass in the air while Ryan inserted his penis into her vagina, again and again. She could feel the strength in Ryan’s thrusts, as he held onto her hips — pulling him toward her.
“Yes!” she yelled, “Yes, fuck my tight pussy!”
All of the while, she stroked her husband’s cock, up and down with a fury that can only be described as transmitted from her cunt, through her body, and into her hands. Victor played with her hair, while she jerked him off, and soon Rose was hitting her own cheek, using her husband’s cock as a weapon. She brought the tip into her mouth and began sucking intensely, letting the saliva drip down his shaft for lubrication. The heat from her body was transmitted to Victor, and his heat to hers. The exchange was sublime, and the couple forgot all about everything that was happening off of the stage. Her tongue lapped out, and all of the while, Ryan worked her vagina like a piston. Fucking in, and out of her slick, wet snatch. Her ass was moved by his thrusts in tiny ripples, and she pulled on her husband’s cock with love, bringing him into her mouth once more. She went deep on Victor, and Ryan went deeper into her still.
Victor held Rose’s head down to his abdomen, and began to thrust himself inside of her, pushing past Rose’s gag reflex. Ryan fucked, and Rose jerked — the entire scene was one hot mixture of fluids and lust.
Feeling a surge of dominance, Rose got up, and sat down on Ryan’s abdomen. Her vagina was spread wide before her, and she opened herself up to him. After entry, she began to rub her clit in circles, as Ryan continued to thrust deeply inside of Rose.
One. Two. Three. Four. — The movements carried on without ceasing, and each thrust was marked by a slap of Ryan’s balls on her labia. Victor, never one to be out of the action stood up, and held his wife’s head in between his strong hands. His cock was placed within her mouth, and she sucked him hard, while he played with her hair, grabbed her breasts, and held her throat.
The pressure of Victor’s cock was always nearly constant at the back of Rose’s throat. She was choking on cock, but in a way which made her feel drunk. Sometimes, she was able to take a cock completely down her throat, but because of the angle, she only received a repeated check to the back of her throat.
Pulling herself off of Ryan, Victor spread his legs on the chair, and had Rose come down to sit on his cock as well. She was wet, and worn in, ready to be fucked. Victor’s dick slid easily into Rose’s vagina, and he felt a new sense of connection to his wife. Rose’s asshole was spread wide, and the audience watched Victors shaft disappear repeatedly into her body. If they had been aware of what was happening in the crowd, they would have seen that many others had spontaneously broken out into orgiastic fucking, but Rose was too busy playing with Ryan’s cock with her hands and mouth, and Victor’s only visible activity was railing his wife with a fury that he had never before demonstrated. Victor grabbed Rose’s asscheeks and squeezed tightly, digging his fingers into her body.
Rose brought her hand to Ryan’s scrotum, and rested her mouth on his cock, letting the motion from Victor transmit itself through her body to provide the friction necessary to cause Ryan’s head to roll back in pleasure.
“Fuck me!” Rose screamed, inches away from Victor’s ears, and so he did.
The movements became more intense, and the audience watched her ass bounce from the repeated thrusts of her husband. Ryan gathered Rose’s hair into his large, confident hands, and gripped it close to her scalp, causing tension at the roots of her hair. She stroked Ryan and drooled on his abdomen, while Victor continued to fuck her viciously. The entire scene on the stage was kinetic, and a new pattern of movement caused Rose’s hips to roll deeper over her husband’s cock. He disappeared inside of her, with the exception of a swelling ball sack.
The group shifted again, at Victor’s call, and Rose licked her lips as she leaned down on her husband’s abdomen. She opened her mouth to taste her own juices over Victor’s slick cock, and stroked him gently before massaging his testicles, and opening her jaw to take him inside of her once more.
Ryan got behind her once more, and slid horizontally into her snatch. The relentless fucking drove Rose mad, and she opened her mouth wide, loosened her throat, and finally took her husband, completely within her mouth. His balls squished up against her chin, and the audience was in awe as she held the position, not even breathing. Six, thick inches of her husband reappeared out from her mouth, much to the delight of everyone that was still paying attention to the stage. The sex continued and Victor’s cock slid in and out by inches in the shallow part of Rose’s throat.
Her vagina was red, and swollen with blood, leaking out arousal all over Ryan’s dick. He pushed her legs to the side, so he could see her asshole, and pushed up against her g-spot. They were all naked with each other and ready to move onto the next phase.
Bending Rose over the chair, Ryan rubbed his cock along the sloppy wet surfaces between her legs. He pulled out, pressed the tip of his dick against her asshole, and entered. Her head was rested, along with her shoulders on the chair, and her ass was in the air, available to be plumbed by Ryan’s thick cock. He dove inside of her again, and again, leaving her to play with her clit beneath his savage thrusts.
She spread her cheeks wide for him, and he entered her again, and again.
Rose had never been fucked in the ass before, and the entire sensation was completely overwhelming. Victor stood to the side, watching with amazement, as his wife was taken, moaning through gritted teeth while being drilled from above.
“Aoooahh, Ahooooh,” she tried to speak, but could only groan.
Rose rubbed her clit constantly and Ryan pushed deeper, until his testicles found the small depression between her cheeks, and right above her wet cunt. The audience went wild at this point, roaring into a deafening sound that flooded the stage. Everyone in the audience saw Rose’s asshole being taken by the speaker, but only Victor saw her eyes wide, and her mouth open, pleading for him to continue. Ryan did continue, without stopping, pumping himself in and out of her body with incredible stamina.
The lubrication sweating off of Rose’s vagina pooled up on her body, and dripped down her thighs. She moved her ass cheeks to the side, allowing Ryan clear access to her anus. He pulled in and out a couple of times, but for the most part, he was buried in her — somewhere between the head and about half way down the shaft; over and over. Then, Ryan was done, and Rose was manipulated to raise her ass up in the air, held by the arm
s of her husband. He spread her legs, grabbed her breasts, and pulled her up.
Missing the feeling of having someone inside of her, she pulled her ass cheeks to the side, and waited for her husband to fill her asshole.
He entered her body, and his eyes winced at the tight heat in that part of his wife’s body. The thrusts were slow and shallow at first, but eventually, they become deeper, and more frequent. Rose had been reduced to a hole to be plundered, and both men had been more than willing to oblige. Victor went deep, and Ryan stood to the side, evaluating the procedure. Victor pushed her head down onto the chair, and dipped himself inside of his wife time and time again. He experimented with different weight distributions, and movement patterns. Rose gave up on stroking her clit, and focused exclusively on pulling her ass cheeks as wide apart as possible.
“FUCK IT YOU DIRTY MAN!” she screamed toward the crowd.
