My Wife, Pinned Beneath My Boss's Expensive Bulk

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The first time I met him was at a staff party; everyone was pretty shocked when he turned up, he was a billionaire media mogul after all, and we were just a small newspaper he'd obtained when he bought a bigger outfit in Chicago that owned us.

But there he was, in the flesh, right in our grimy little office.

He spent most of the evening talking to my wife.

Now Joyce, though being a lovely blonde, was never a woman who stopped traffic, she wasn't in the same league as the models he was normally associated with, or the supermodel he'd recently married. My wife was [and still is] a beautiful woman, but it's her personality and intelligence that sets her apart.

"What were you talking to him about last night?" I asked her the following evening, the first time we had time to talk.

"Lots of things. He's such a nice man, Rick; and so interesting."

She had seemed to be attracted to him and still did. Resisting the urge to remind her that the boss was white-haired and balding, I kept it strictly businiess. "Did he say anything about the future of the paper?"

"Not really. He asked me a lot of questions though."

"What kind of questions?"

"About the staff mainly, but he was really nice."

"You said that."

"I told him about your ideas to help the circulation. I think he liked them."

We were still talking about him when there was a knock on the apartment door. I opened it to find him standing there; Him, our new owner, my boss, the billionaire entrepreneur, alone at my very humble door!

He offered me his hand; "Rick isn't it?" he asked.

"I... yes." I said, stunned.

He shook my hand and entered. I wondered how he'd gotten through the downstairs door without getting buzzed in; I never did find out.

The big man looked around our small place, until his eyes settled on Joyce, who seemed fairly flustered. He had come by surprise, and she was just wearing a simple house dress with only panties underneath. I could see what he was seeing, the outlines of her prominent nipples.

"I wanted to talk to you in private." he said as his eyes passed over my wife and moving slowly. "Mind if I sit down?"

"Of course not, please..." I stammered, still not believing he was here. "Can I get you anything? Wine, juice?"

"A glass of wine would be nice," he said, seating himself on one end of our sofa. "Sit with me, dear." He said to my wife, patting the cushion next to himself in the middle of the sofa, "I enjoyed our conversation last night."

My wife hesitated, looked down at the sofa, which was three wide, and even so, she took the cushion that he had patted, right next to my boss on his left instead of the end. As she sank deep into the cushion, her skirt automatically pulled up until it was halfway up her thighs.

I poured us each a glass of wine, feeling confused and threatened, yet helpless.

"I came by the newspaper last night to announce my intention to shut it down." The big man said\ while casually putting his left arm around Joyce's shoulders; she just looked straight ahead into empty space, her eyes big and round, like an ******* on a lonely country road shocked by the headlights of an unexpected truck.

I was reacting too, inwardly, as I felt my heart pound and my chest tightened.

"I'm sure you know that the losses it runs are significant." He continued, "But then I started talking to Joyce here, about all the people involved. You all seem so nice; well, what's the point of all my power and wealth if I can't give a second chance every now and then."

I struggled to come up with some words; I'm a writer, not a speaker. "But sir, I'm just a junior editor. Why have you come to me?"

His powerful hand clamped my wife's bare shoulder; she was wearing a simple strapped smock. Joyce just stared at me in shock, as if seeking some direction from me; but I had none to give her.

"Because of your wife, Rick. I'm very impressed with her; a PhD in mathematics is really an achievement. Now she's told me of your energy and ideas. I like the idea of throwing a new man into the ring, giving someone a chance to make a difference.

Perhaps you can turn the paper around, perhaps you can preserve all those jobs and the families that depend on them. The position pays well, so Joyce could stay home and work on her theorems. Would you like that?"

My throat was dry; is this a joke? "Yes; yes sir I would."

"Excellent. I like to do something really good every now and then; I also like to do something bad on occasion. Sometimes, I do both simultaneously."

And with that, he shifted his hand to the back of Joyce's head, and twisted her face around towards him. He wrapped his other hand around her neck for good measure, and he kissed her, he actually kissed my lovely young wife on her mouth!

Her eyes bulged in shock, but she let him kiss her, making absolutely no effort to stop him. How could she, after what he'd just said?

With her upper body now being twisted towards my boss, her legs had opened and from my position seated across from them, I could look all the way up to her panties. I realized right then how vulnerable my lovely wife was.

For a few fleeting seconds I had thought that the kiss he was giving Joyce was going to be just a token of affection, the same way you give someone a hug. But, after he had kept his lips pressed against hers for five, and then more seconds, I knew what he intended to do.

I stared in helpless shock as the kiss continued past ten, then fifteen seconds. Instinctively I knew that there must be a lot of tongue action going on. My mind was whirling. What should I do? A hundred jobs, our local paper, my future, or my wife? He was a hundred times the man I was, and we all knew it. A million dollars was pocket change to him, the business I worked for was just a nuisance.

Joyce was turned towards him, her panties showing to me, and I half expected his right hand to move up and between her legs since they were now opened and everything was vulnerable to his touch.

"Now here's how this would work." he said, finally breaking the kiss, and running his hand behind Joyce's back. "You'll do an article about me, you'll accompany me around for a few weeks. It will be mainly complimentary, with just enough criticism to make it seem balanced."

With no response from me verbally, and having received only apparent willingness on the side of both my wife and myself for the long kiss he had taken, my boss was going on as if the deal had already been signed, sealed and delivered.

As he was talking he brought his hands to my wife's thin pale shoulders and pulled the straps of her smock down before I realized he had just unzipped her dress. There they were exposed to his view; her small firm breasts stood proud, the pink nipples erect in the cool air of the room. Her face was blank with confusion, and I guess mine was probably pretty much the same.

Holding my breath, I watched as he admired her lovely globes and I anticipated the moment he would reach out and cup one in his hand, but he didn't, at least not right away.

"Your publishing director is retiring in a month anyway. I'll promote you to the post, everyone will say it was because of the article, no one will ever guess the truth."

"And what is the truth?" I asked.

He turned to me for a moment and smiled, before tugging her dress right out from under my astonished wife and threading it over her long thin legs. She helped him. My wife actually helped him as she sort of raised her hips off the couch in order to allow him to strip her.

"I think you know the answer to that, Rick. Let's not discuss the specifics, all right?"

The specifics were, my wife was now seated right up against him, and she was naked save for a set of white panties. Beside his bulk, her naked little body looked so vulnerable, and yet, so inviting. Immediately, now that Joyce was totally revealed, I think I experienced the same excitement that my boss might have been feeling.

My cock began tingling and even grew a little. I didn't want this, but my eyes were telling me that maybe I should be.

I looked at Joyce, and she looked back at me, her big innocent eyes begging for an answer to this conundrum; how could we agree? Yet how could we refuse?

In the next few seconds, he had risen, his shoes and trousers were off, he pulled my wife's panties off, her milky pale legs were splayed out, and just that quick he was getting down onto his knees on the rug and easing himself between her legs.

I could see his naked ass, and it struck me right then, hard, that on the other side of that body was his cock, and it was now visible to my wife and coming her way.

I had seen and still could see the look of surprise and maybe fear, I didn't know, on my wife's face as she had watched him disrobe and move into her personal space.

His back was to me and I no longer could see between my wife's legs as before, so rising, I moved over to the couch and actually set myself down on the front edge of the last unused cushion. My wife knew I was there, and that I apparently had moved over to see the action, but she never glanced over at me.

My movement to get in close and see told her for sure, right then and there, that I was going to allow my boss to take possession of her and all I planned to do was watch.

And that was when I first saw it. It, right before my bulging eyes, he was holding a very large and stiff old penis against her groin. I knew now why she had that look on her face. His cock was long, very much so, but seeing the thickness was what both thrilled and shocked me.

"Relax my dear." He coaxed her persuasively, "Just relax and lean back."

"But I couldn't!" she objected feebly. My wife's eyes were on that prick, and I could see that she was having her doubts as to whether she could comfortably take it. Just for a split second she glanced over at me, saw the expression on my face, realized that I was not going to stop this, and turned her attentions back to the man before her.

“I...I can't, you're too big,” my wife said again, this time with a soft timid voice as she stared at the huge hunk of aged meat coming her way. Now my boss knew for sure, whatever her husband has between the legs, he has more.

"Of course you can, my dear." He answered her, the full ******* of his considerable personality focused on her. I was simply ignored, as if I was no longer there.

My tongue was swollen and parched, my limbs had gone weak; what kind of a man were we dealing with? Who could do such a thing and expect to get away with it?

He could.

Joyce is a delicate creature, with thin limbs and long slightly wavy blonde hair. Her complexion was smooth as a baby's; at 24, she was still asked for ID when we went to clubs. Her slim fine youth was in stark contrast to his large middle-aged and balding bulk. Her innocent beauty was the opposite of his corrupted desire.

He lifted her long legs in either arm, opening her and pushing her slightly back. As he stared down into her inviting hole, she stared up at him silently, as helpless and stunned as I was. This man, a stranger to us before last evening, was now between her naked thighs, and doing so in front of her husband!

I felt a weird numbness, like when I'd had a bad car accident once. I had not yet acknowledged what was happening, that an overwhelming ******* had suddenly crashed into our lives, and was now taking my wife right before my eyes.

His penis, that cock. Combined with the pleasure she might feel, it would stretch her, maybe hurt her, and forever place in her mind that she had been fucked by a man who was considerably larger than her husband between the legs.

On his knees on our carpet, the powerful man maneuvered his stiff rod to Joyce's spread pink snatch. She stared at him silently, her mouth hanging open, the tension of this weird moment painted across her face.

There was nothing left to say. No challenge to his authority coming from her husband. My wife was about to have our lives changed, and she was looking up at him and waiting.

His penis rested on her for a moment, then he pushed his hips forward, and the tip entered her; before my eyes, my young wife was being defiled by the billionaire. She moaned loudly and her eyes bulged as the tip entered her fully and stopped.

“Are you alright my dear,” he asked, grinning down at her?

Joyce sighed, quite loudly. I could hear her breathing loudly, and it sounded like she had just completed a brief running sprint. “It's...it's alright. Go ahead.”

I could barely breathe this was so unreal. My boss now had the head of his huge penis seated firmly inside my wife's vagina, and at this point he had not so much as touched her breasts or her vagina with his hands. He had gone directly from a kiss to a fuck, and left out all the in-between formality.

"Aaaah, this is wonderful!" the media mogul exclaimed as he worked his bottom tighter into the valley of Joyce's smooth spread thighs.

“Oooooh!” She looked over at me for a moment, her clear eyes impossible to read, then looked away.

"Aaaahhh, but she feels good,” he said with a big smile while glancing over at my face. “There's just no feeling like this in the world; total domination, complete power, to take a young wife while her helpless husband watches,” he said while sliding his big stiff member slighlty deeper into her.

He had referred to me as 'the helpless husband who is watching his young wife being taken.' That comment in front of my wife clearly was an illustration as to how much control my boss had over both me and my wife.

He might be thinking of me as being helpless, and my wife might be thinking it too, but I was growing extremely excited, along with my cock.

“Oooooh Mmmmmmm.” My wife seemed to be taking him rather easily considering, and I realized that there must be some lubrication coming from one of them. Her arms were going up now as she placed her hands over his broad shoulders.

“See Rick how your wife slowly begins to accept her fate as I ease my big cock into her sweet and tight married pussy. As she experiences the feeling of being stretched wide, she might hate this, and you might hate this, but right now I suspect that neither of you would want me to stop.”

He was deliberately delaying his entry into her, going forward in almost undetectable amounts. Yet, it was enough, I noticed to have my wife digging her fingers into his shoulders. I couldn't see them, but I would have bet that her toes were curling as well.

He was a little less than half-way into her now, and seemed to be in no hurry to achieve full penetration.

"I have thirty-five thousand employees, I have dinners with world leaders, but this is true power. How old are you, Rick?"

He eased another inch into her, and I saw my wife's mouth open wide as she drew in another breath.

"Thirty two." It came out almost as a squeak as I watched my lovely wife being violated by his huge prick. I could see that even now, he had not yet fully penetrated her to his fullest. So far he had only been moving forward, not actually fucking yet, just...feeling his way as he penetrated.

Now, for the first time he came back a little ways, then, moving forward, he gave her one stroke, then two, using just the head and some of the shaft. I could see her inner pussy lips struggling to both hold onto him and somehow allow him to slide past as he moved slowly back and forth.

Now he had his hand on her throat to demonstrate his power over her.

There was still some more to go and I suspected that he was deliberately taking his time going all the way so that he could drag out and enjoy this conversation.

I was not only watching his cock as it was violating my wife and spreading her beyond what I had thought to be her capacity but I was also watching her face. I could see...she wants him all the way in.

“And of course,” he said, smiling, “we have these.” Now, finally, he was reaching down and fondling her breasts, but staying up so that he could look down and see the penetration, and also, it appeared, so that I would see it. "She has lovely breasts Rick, and they fill my hands perfectly.”

I had my tongue out and was unconciously running it over my lips as I saw his hands cupping her breasts and teasing the nipples. “But her pussy is the issue for the moment. Look Rick at your wife's pussy adjusting to my cock. Have you ever watched your lovely wife with another man before?"

"No." Strangely and I don't know why I was doing it because I knew he wanted me to, I moved over for a closer look at how his prick was spreading her lips. “She's never been with another man, before me.”

"Well that's good to know I am the first. It was once normal for a chieftain or a king to have his way with whichever woman he desired, but things have changed."


He kept stroking, going slow and enjoying the feel. Then he looked at me, down at my crotch, and said the words I was shocked to hear, and yet would be the words that would enable me to satisfy a desire I was feeling.

“Take your cock out Rick and stroke it as you watch your wife taking my cock.”

I hesitated, giving my wife a quick embarrassed glance as I tried to decide if I should do what he had requested, or was it an order?

“Go on Rick. You wife knows that you are equally turned on now. It is obvious in your face.”

I sighed. “Yes.” And standing up, I not only pulled my stiff cock out, I lowered my trousers to my knees, and as I turned to resume my seated position on the couch, I saw that both my boss and my wife were staring at my rigid penis with the drop of clear fluid visibly showing on the tip.

And of course, my boss, in his obvious enjoyment of humilating me, had to say it. “Yes, as I suspected from your wife's apparent fear upon seeing my cock for the first time, it is obvious that she is used to being taken by something much smaller.”

I saw my wife give me a quick glance of shock and I wondered if she was sympathizing with me or inwardly snickering as she was beginning to adapt to his hugeness.

Stupidly, I could only reply with a single word...'yes.' as I sat down and keeping my legs spread wide to better access my cock, I twisted my upper body to the right so I could still see the action going on between my wife's legs.

His comment degrading me, the size of my penis had insulted me, but at the same time with the size differential between my boss and me being so obvious, his stating it out loud seemed to be somewhat erotic in nature.

I had noticed something and since my wife could not see it, I am sure she could feel the difference but not see, I wanted to bring it out. “Her pussy has tuned all red around the lips, where you are stretching her. I've never seen her do that before.”

“Yes, some women do that. I have seen that before as I stretched their vaginas. As their excitement and the pleasure grows, the ******* flow increases.” He was looking into my wife's face, and she quickly glanced over at me and then looking back at him, Joyce smiled. She couldn't see her pussy, but she knew, for sure, that something different, something more, was going on.

“When she climaxes, her pussy will really be turning red.”

He fucked some more, but still not penetrating my wife to his fullest. “Tell me Rick, since you have never seen her pussy turn red like this. It will come out sooner or later. Do you think that she will still be able to enjoy your cock as much as before, or do you fear that now she will be thinking of my cock as you move yours within her?”

I think my face turned red as I blushed, unable to admit that since I was so much shorter, so much thinner compared to him, that my wife might feel that way.

“Well? Rick, you can tell me, because your wife I am sure has already thought about it. Besides, you will probably want to fuck her right after me so that you can add your sperm to mine, and she will be making a direct comparison in her mind.”

Then he thought for a moment and laughed. “Not just in her mind, but in her pussy.”

That thought had already struck me, the possibility of me fucking her right after him. If I did while he was still here, he would see me in any case and know, so I might as well say. “I'm a lot smaller it is obvious, compared to you. I have about six inches in length and I don't know what the measurement is, yours around compared to mine, but it is a lot I think.”

 

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“That is what makes it so exciting for me Rick, and I think for your wife, for her to be taking and accepting a cock that is not just 'forbidden' but is thicker and longer than what she married. Tell me Rick, you are finding this to be exciting, aren't you?”

I sighed, and then I said it, gave my admission. “Yes. It's exciting.”

I watched, we both watched as my wife's pussy lips would come out along with his shaft each time he drew back, and then would disappear inside her each time he slid forward.

“This, as I have said, is absolute power. Taking a man's wife while he has to watch. Look Rick as your wife accepts and enjoys having a penis inside her that is so much larger than her husband. She is not just taking another man, her husband's employer, she is getting something that she has perhaps dreamed about, but never thought she might get to enjoy.”

It was very strange watching and hearing this. My boss was talking about my wife, about what she must be thinking, but it was like she was not even there as the conversation was being carried on between her husband and his boss.

Then he slowly eased his cock almost all the way back, leaving just the head within her, and I could see how his head was dragging her inner lips along for the ride. He still had not penetrated to his fullest length, and I was understanding now why he was taking his time to do so.

This delaying tactic was incredibly exciting, not just for him, but for me and my wife as well.

This had already lasted so long, his violation of my wife, and it was not yet complete.

He looked up from her vagina to my wife's face. My wife seemed to be in a dream world, not really aware of her surroundings but only that cock. He paused as he waited for Joyce to react, and as she slowly realized that he was staring into her eyes, her face took on a look of recognition.

“Joyce. It is time. Do you want it all? Tell me. Tell us.”

“Y...Yes, I want it all.”

“Are you sure? Beg me for it.”

I saw her arms, her fingers dig into his body as she held him by the shoulders. “Yes. Please. Give it all to me.”

I was staring down, analyzing how much cock she had yet to take. It looked like maybe almost two inches remained outside. He looked at me, and gave me the biggest smile I had seen so far.

“Now Rick, watch your wife's face as she finally gets it all.”

Then, as if to demonstrate his total domination of both my wife and me, he drove his cock the rest of the way home, and Joyce moaned loudly as she took what I estimated to be fully nine inches, maybe a little more. I saw her body shiver as she took him all.

He might actually have been a little longer than nine inches because he had some flab around the base of his cock, and when he drove it all the way into my wife and compressed that fat, she probably was getting another inch or so that did not normally show.

He was not obese, but he was fairly overweight. I knew he was past sixty, he'd had several wives, several children, and some grandchildren. His big ass was moving up and down now, driving his big cock into Joyce's body as he spoke.

He was being gentle for the most part, but every once in a while he would press harder into her, going deep and all the way and giving her that extra inch, and I would see my wife's eyes bulge.

I was stroking my cock steadily now, wanting to cum and holding back.

"This is something primal, Rick." He continued, "I'm alpha male right now, I'm having your woman and you've chosen not to oppose me. As you watch, you will probably be feeling very aroused and wanting to cum as you stroke your cock; this is nothing to be ashamed of. Your instinct is to have her as soon as I'm through, so that your sperm will have at least an equal chance."

My wife was sprawled on the sofa below him, one leg trailing on the floor and the other thrown over his pudgy thighs; she stared into his eyes with a strange expression, as if unsure what she felt herself. As if she was ashamed of her own feelings, her unspoken consent to his desire and my utter humiliation.

"The thing you should know, even though she is not expressing herself, is that your wife is more than willing, Rick," he said as he thrust himself into her. I glanced at my wife's face, and saw nothing from her that might indicate disagreement.

"She was flirting with me for hours yesterday. You have to realize what I represent, I'm the ultimate successful male. She's flattered that I should choose her, that a man like me would compromise myself this way for her. Yes, I'm old and not in perfect physical condition, but I'm top dog."

He paused in his talking and gave my wife two, then three long, full-length strokes, and she sighed. “She thought it was all harmless, her flirting with me yesterday, but deep down I think she might have wanted this, having me deep inside.”

He loomed above her, his hands on her slim hips; her knee fell to the horizontal, and I could see right between them, I could see her sweet pink snatch now turned red and the stiff old cock slipping easily in and out of it.

She was wet now and providing the lubrication they both needed in order to be able to have his hugeness working back and forth into her.

My wife looked so sweet and young below him, so fine, like a baby. It was too horrible to watch, too fascinating to look away from.

He stopped for a moment, and taking her head in his hands, kissed her tenderly for a minute before resuming. As he gave her that gentle kiss, I could see, could feel that my wife now belonged to him. She was not just yielding to his desire for a kiss, she wanted it and was willingly showing him her desire for him with that contact.

"You're a lovely woman, Joyce, but what really gets me is your intelligence. The idea of mating with a really brainy woman is totally appealing to me. Tell me, do you love Rick?"

He stopped fucking my wife while he awaited her answer.

Joyce spoke for the first time since this madness had begun, several minutes and an eternity before; She sounded confused as she quickly glanced over to me and back to him as she answered. "Yes... yes I do."

"Excellent! And you Rick, do you love her as well?"

"Of course." I said, my voice sounding weirdly normal.

My employer started up again, banging my wife hard at the end of each stroke, so her body shuddered at each impact as she was getting somewhere more than nine inches. He was holding her by the throat, something I had seen done in movies and had always thought would intimidate a woman. But he was doing it to my wife, and it seemed to stimulate her further.

"You love her even at this moment, as you watch me defile her, as she succumbs to me and trembles with each stroke of my big cock?"

I might have hesitated a brief second too long when I did not respond instantly because of my fascination with what was being done to my wife's vagina, and Joyce had actually looked over at me in concern before I quickly answered, "Yes!"

"Say it again, tell her. Go on, tell her!"

"I love you, Joyce." I said, as my eyes began to run and my voice choked. My boss, being provided the answers from both of us that he perhaps sadistically needed to hear, began fucking my wife more steadily now, with deep and long strokes.

I am not sure that she was even hearing me as her hands gripped his wide shoulders, her skinny legs wrapped around his middle, and her breath coming in short sharp gasps. Then her long blonde hair fell over the edge of the sofa onto the floor as her green eyes stared at the face of the old billionaire she was coupled with. He was fucking her hard, his big body dominating her totally.

I was moving my gaze rapidly back and forth between my wife's face and her vagina, and suddenly, just like that, my wife's pussy turned an even deeper shade of red!

With a loud groan such as I had never heard her make before, my wife came, groaning repeatedly with the intensity of the sensation; the conflict, the outrage, the pleasure, the passion.

I don't know if it was fortunate co-incidence, or he had actually been able to time himself, but my boss had pulled off the classic simultaneous orgasm as he groaned as well, and holding her tightly, ejaculated deep inside her.

A man, another man, had just put a huge load of warm sperm deep into my wife's vagina as she was climaxing, and already I was visualizing his thick cum seeping out of her later, after he was gone, and maybe as I was fucking her.

Yes, I said 'fucking her.' For some reason now, it seemed to be that if I followed up with my cock after my wife had just received the fucking of her life, that all I would be doing was following up with still another fuck. 'Making love' would not seem appropriate coming right after this.

"Fantastic." He said after a minute's quiet. “Your wife's pussy has just accepted what perhaps was my largest load of sperm in many a year.”

He kissed my wife again and slid backwards, his cock pulling out of her and tugging her inner lips outward on the way out. "There's nothing in the world that can top that, fucking another man's innocent wife while he watches me make her cum while I fill her with my juices, and believe me, if there was I'd know about it," he said.

Looking like she might be ashamed at what had just happened and how she had been responding to him in front of me, Joyce lifted her leg over him and got to her feet. She looked at me with tears brimming in her eyes, and silently went into the bedroom and the adjoining toilet.

"Ok, Rick, here's the deal," he said, making no move to dress himself. I was still holding my rigid cock and he looked and smiled. “Since you saved your cum for later, you can let go of that and have your wife after I am gone.”

I could see that his cock now, though no longer rigid, was still looking quite thick and long as it dangled above and over his balls. And now for the first time I could see that he had a foreskin. Before, with his cock rigid when it was first exposed, the skin had been back.

"I'll be out of town for a couple of weeks. After that, you, and your wife of course, will spend a few weeks traveling around with me while you write your piece on the new owner of your paper.

I keep your paper open, you're in charge, good salary, respect. Joyce doesn't have to get that job in the city to pay her student loan, she can stay home with her computer and I come over whenever I want and fuck her."

I stared at him; even after what had just happened, this was way too far. Somehow, I knew, I had to show that I could not be totally dominated by this man. Yet, he had already fucked my wife, so in reality, it was silly for me to even try. But try I did.

"Forget it! No way. I know you're a big guy, but we have our pride too! We'll get by somehow." It was a silly thing for me to say. The damage had already been done, and there was still my job and company to keep intact.

"Rick." Joyce spoke from the bedroom door. "We should do it."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"I want to do it, it's a good arrangement." As she said that, I noticed that she and my boss exchanged looks.

She was now wearing a short robe; her hair was disheveled, her feet were bare, but her green eyes were clear. I noticed that she had not pulled the robe all that tightly closed, and half of one tit and her pubic hair was showing.

My boss was grinning. “So that's it. We travel together. You write, I fuck your wife, and the paper stays in business”

He looked from me to my wife and back to me. “Now Rick, you can fuck your wife.” And with that, he walked out the door.

Right after he had gone, I of course was fully erect and had taken my wife back to the same couch and was on and in her. I deliberately placed her on the exact same cushion, and I assumed the exact same position on my wife that by boss has used. For some reason, perhaps a masochistic streak within me, a desire to be the cuckold, I wanted my wife to be able to make a direct comparison between the man she had just fucked, and the man she was now fucking.

During the entire act, before, during and after, not a word was exchanged between us.

I could feel that even though she had sat on the commode for a minute, that there was still a lot of him, in her because she had returned to the living room so quickly.

I fucked her, something I rarely did, Most of the time, maybe all of the time before, we had only made love. Her pussy felt strange, in a way I had never known before. It was maybe his cum being in there, or my wife having recently been stretched widely, but she felt different.

We never kissed, not once. This was a fuck, a physical fuck, and only to satisfy my need. My wife's physical needs had already been taken care of.

I came hard, and though my wife did not get there with me since it happened so fast, I think she enjoyed it, but I wondered if perhaps she was just performing her duty now, as expected and required.


We moved to the bed right after and strangely, my wife did not make another trip to the commode. She fell asleep almost immediately and as I laid there, thinking, I knew that my sperm was in there, and maybe competing with my boss's sperm, just as he had mentioned.


Fortunately, I knew, my wife was on birth control.

The next morning I tried to bring up the subject and Joyce did not want to discuss it 'until some time had passed,' she said. Finally, two days later, I was able to discuss it with her and she admitted to me that she had enjoyed herself and it would be 'no big deal' to her to have to continue fucking him. 'After all,” she said, “look at what we stand to gain.'

Even now, my wife was trying to act like she was doing his just for us, our livelyhood, and the preservation of the company. But I knew, deep down, there was more. My wife wanted to go on being fucked by my boss, and enjoying herself

After another couple of weeks, we boarded a private jet, and were flown to New York. Another Limo took us to the Waldorf Astoria hotel, where we were booked into a suite.

That night, the mating of my wife and the affluent man who had bought us began for real.

Without knocking, he let himself into our suite with his own key. He shook hands with me first.

"Good to see you again Rick, how are you?" he said affably. "Joyce; I've been thinking of little else for these last few weeks, how are you feeling?"

He took both her hands and looked down at her in apparent concern.

"I'm fine, thanks." She said. She was wearing a short silk robe over her nakedness, but the sexy nylons and shoes were very much in evidence.

"Excellent." He said, "Let's go into the bedroom. You too, Rick. I want you to be there."

That surprised both my wife and I. Now that we had agreed to go along, we had expected him to want her to himself. "Why?" I asked despairingly; the reality was bad enough without having to actually witness it.

"Because it's more fun that way." He said with a laugh, leading my wife through the door.

"Sit there and watch." He instructed, waving at a chair opposite the bed. I sat down as he gently removed the robe from Joyce's shoulders, as they tentatively kissed each other.

She was small in his arms; tiny and young, vulnerable. We were just ordinary people, we stood no chance against his charisma, his confidence, his awesome wealth. He'd pressed us into a corner; we could save the paper, the jobs of all our friends, we could jump into the life we wanted. All we had to do was let him fuck Joyce.

Joyce was on the bed now, and he was lowering his head between her thighs. He pushed her knees farther apart, spreading her so wide that I could see his tongue stroke her gleaming pink vaginal lips.

Joyce shuddered, clutching at his head, squirming at his attentions; he didn't have to pleasure her. He could have just done the deed and gotten back to his very busy schedule, but he clearly intended to take his time.

"I adore the taste of women, don't you?" he said to me.

"I like the taste of my woman." I answered, with emphasis on the 'my.'.

"The way Joyce wraps her thighs around my neck is sweet too," he said, reaching behind himself to stroke her foot as he licked her some more.

"There's just one problem." He said, looking up from his task again; "The smell on your mouth can be offensive to some women. My wife won't kiss me after I've been in her box. Take over for me, Rick, while I rinse my mouth."

"Take over?"

"Come on, man! She's your wife after all, keep her warm for a minute."

He gestured at her orange framed hole, the entrance of her womb, soon to be filled with his seed.

Her pale thighs were spread wide in invitation; against my better judgment, I stepped to the bed and lowered my head to my wife's waiting clit. I didn't have the gumption to disobey him, even here in the privacy of the suite.

She moaned, clamping my head between her legs. I pushed my tongue into her, tasting her sweetness while I still could, before he had defiled her with his seed.

After a minute, I wondered what had become of the other man; I looked up to see that he was back already. He was kissing Joyce on her mouth as I did her lower parts. There seemed to be something wrong with that, so I pulled away, back to my chair.

He rolled into the gap I'd left, filling the vacuum between her thighs with his bulk; I saw her reach down with a shaking hand to guide him into herself. As before, two weeks ago, she groaned loudly, but the groan sounded different now, more like pleasure than trying to adjust.

"Ah, that feels good," he said to her with a smile, "your pussy is a nice fit for my cock. How is it for you, my dear?"

"Wonderful." She said, "It's really nice." She glanced over at me, and then said something that both shocked and disappointed me. “And I have been missing your cock.”

I think her saying that, and in front of me, really pleased him.

"And you Rick, are you alright over there?" he asked considerately, "Why don't you pull it out and please yourself while you watch?"

He knew that I would have a hard on. I also knew that he would again be making his comparisons but hoped that he would keep any comments to himself. Based on the way he had been enjoying and commenting on his total control over the two of us, I should have known better.

I pulled out my already erect prick and I saw my boss smile and then he sort of chuckled. “Yes, my memory did not deceive me. Now I know for sure. My cock is much larger, both in length and width compared to yours. I figured it was based on how tight your wife felt that first night and again tonight, and also by the way she was responding to my moves.

I like that, it gives me even more a feeling of power over you that I am able to fuck and pleasure your wife with a much larger prick.”

He looked down at Joyce, who was looking up at him in horror at what he was saying to me, her loving husband. And then he made her say it.

“And you my love. Tell your husband how much you like the superior feel of my larger cock and how easily it makes you cum and how intense your orgasms are. Go on, say it. He already knows that you prefer my cock.”

I guess my boss had his masochistic streak, and tonight I was being his target. But my wife played along, and I think she really meant what she had to say.

She was looking at me, but all the while her hips were moving under him to meet the slow strokes he was giving her at the moment. “His cock, his big cock feels really good honey. It touches me all over inside and stretches my lips and I have really good orgasms with it. I do love it and now that I have had it I hope to keep getting it.”

“Excellent my dear. Now watch your husband stroke his puny little cock while I fuck you good.”

My slightly more than six inches was not exactly puny in the real world, but compared to his I guess it was. It did feel good to have my cock in my hand, to stroke myself while they did it together. It was a humiliation of course, but it hardly mattered; there was no lower to go, so I figured I might as well take my small pleasure.

And I didn't want to cum quickly either. If he was going to keep fucking my wife with his mighty pole, I was going to just sit, stroke, and watch. Cumming I could do at anytime.

For a while, he wasn't very talkative, which was a relief really. He just held my lovely wife tenderly as he screwed her energetically, his big barrel of a body moving above her, pushing his big stiff cock in and out of her, readying her to receive his sperm.

Joyce began to come; he pumped her harder. She began to whimper, clutching him tightly; he stiffened, she cried out, he held her tight and grunted in satisfaction as he filled her waiting tubes with his premium sperm.

I didn't know if that was to be the end, so I did not allow myself to cum just yet. But it was close, my cock hard as a rock, right on the edge of cumming. I held my stiff dick as they finished; he turned and looked at me. "Joyce darling, would you like to take Rick in your mouth? He's looking a bit left out."

She looked at me sadly, her big clear eyes regarding my lonely dick and seeing that it was inflated to a level that she was familiar with when I get completely hard. She nodded her assent. I went to the bed, and she sucked me off as he watched.

I tired to warn her. “Baby, I'm close so don't suck too hard.”

“Do you usually cum in her mouth,” he asked, looking at me as my wife pulled her mouth away and looked up at the two of us?

“Not usually. She has only let me do it once or twice in our marriage.”

“Well, she will this time.”

And my wife did as he wanted, not only taking my cum but swallowing as it burst forth in a mighty spurt, filling her mouth with my warm and thick load, a load that I had been saving for almost a week in anticipation of this night.

Maybe I should have been fucking my wife often and hard before this night, but something had held me back. I had held back on having an orgasm, and in the process kept her from hers. I guess, deep down, I had been saving this first night for the both of us.

It was a busy few weeks for me, I had to follow him around all the time, staying out of the way and making notes for my article. Almost every night, he made love with my wife, and I had to watch. Yes, I said 'made love' because I was thinking that was what was happening.

Sometimes I would participate at his direction, and at other times I was made to just sit nearby and watch. One night he wouldn't even allow me to pull my cock out, and I had to suffer through it unsatisfied until much later because he chose to sleep beside my wife, her in the middle and me on the other side.

This was strange because for the first time I ended up sleeping on her right, where, if I were to play with her, my left hand would have to be the active one. He was the Alpha, and he had control of the placement in our bed.

My wife seemed to have fallen straight to sleep. I tested her by allowing my rigid prick to press up against her ass since she was turned towards him. She was either asleep or choosing to ignore me. I actually had to jerk off, and do it silently and secretly as I caught my cum in my other hand and crept silently off to the bathroom to wash it drown the drain. .

At last, our strange time with the superrich was over; we returned to our town, our life, our friends.

Just like that he was gone. We didn't see him for about five years. Administration people would come from headquarters to check up on the paper, he didn't waste his time with such trivia.

Joyce and I never discussed those weeks, the dark secret of our success.

Five years passed. Then one evening from out of nowhere there was a knock on the door; it was him.

Somehow he knew, maybe he had someone watching us, but we were home, and alone, save the children.

He shook my hand and kissed my wife; with some passion, too.

How are you, Joyce?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"Very well, thank you." She said, her eyes shining up at him. To me, it looked like they had just left off yesterday instead of five years ago.

He strode into our house and our lives; he was too big, too powerful for us to change his set course, and we all knew it.

"So, I see a lovely house now, a happy family... two children I understand. mom, *******. Very nice. How are you two getting along? Has your relationship held up well?"

"I'd say so." I said, following after him as he looked through our ground floor, walking around like he owned the place. He might own my wife, but the house had been purchased with my hard won earnings.

"Me too." Joyce said. "I love being a housewife and taking care of my children. I have enough free time to do some nice math as well. I've had a couple of papers published, one of them has picked up a lot of citations."

He sat in our living room and we talked for some minutes, he smiled at the baby photos. It was strange to see him this way; he wasn't an omnipotent financier, he was just an old man, a ******* who had never known his own baby. Yet I was waiting, waiting for him to try and take her to bed, and make me watch.

"Rick, I know you've been trying hard and I gave you five years, but your paper still lost three million dollars last year."

We discussed the details for a while; most of them aren't important to this story. It should be suffieient to say that cable news and the internet was killing off newpaper distribution. Another paper in town, our competitor, had been cut to three days a week, and as a result their sales had further declined.

"I can't justify keeping you afloat much longer," he said, "It's a bit hard to explain to the board."

"So you're going to shut us down?" I asked, deflated. "Just when I've got sales on the rise?"

That was true, sales, the actual number of papers sold and subscribed to had gone up, but it was the advertising that paid the bills, and again, television and the internet had cut into our proceeds.

"Well, I could give you another five years to get it into the black. If..."

"Yes?"

He looked at me piercingly, then shifted his gaze to Joyce.


“We need to talk alone for a minute” I told him and leading my wife by the hand, we walked into another room.

“He wants to start fucking you again,” I complained. We had slowly adjusted to married life after my wife had been fucked and fucked well by another man for a time span of several weeks. Things had slowly gotten back to normal, and now he was here once again.

My wife had already accepted the reality of the situation. “Do you want to keep your job, and the paper afloat?”

“Yes.”

"So what's the problem then? You aren't uptight about the sex are you?"

"I was never really comfortable with that and how much you seemed to be enjoying him. And now you're the mom of our two children,"

"Well you'd better get used to the idea then."

What else could we do? If I lost my job, we'd have to sell our house and move to the city. And of course, nearly everyone we knew was employed at the paper. It was more than a job, it was a community.

We had a responsibility to do what we could; all my wife had to do was let him fuck her a few times, and we could keep everything floating along.

He came back to the living room, and we told him our decision.

“Good! We'll begin again as soon as I get back into town, sometime next week.”

“Next week?” Frowning, my wife stepped closer to him; she reached up and put her arms around his neck, he put his hands on her narrow hips. They kissed, lips and tongues, bodies held close, their passion for each other nearly palpable. Their passion had an odd simplicity; it was sexual in the purest sense. They didn't want to live together or know more about each other, they just wanted to have sex.

"You're welcome to stay," she told him.

He hesitated; "I should get back to town. I have a plane waiting."

"Let it wait," she suggested. Unseen to my wife, I shook my head in disgust. It was like my boss had never been gone for five years. Bam! He walks in, and she wants to fuck. She could have held this off till next week, but she wants to begin now.

In response, he lifted her off of her feet, he kissed her again, deeper, harder. He lifted her teeshirt from her, he began to fumble with her bra.

"You have big breasts now," he observed.

"Suck them," she whispered, ignoring my presence in the room.

The old man held her, his big hands under her ass, her legs wrapped around his waist and she arched backwards as he lowered his face to her pale breast. He sucked one nipple, then the other; she laughed in glee, clamping herself to him.

"Where's your bedroom?" he asked.

"They are upstairs," she told him.

“I want to fuck you in your marriage bed, the one you have sex in with your husband.”

“That will be fine my love. It's a king-size mattress.”


Once again he was demonstrating his total power over me by saying that he wanted to fuck my wife in our marriage bed. That power, of course, was complete with my wife being not only willing but anxious to do just that.

My wife had called him 'her love,' and she wanted to do it on our, on my marriage bed. Does this woman have no respect for me?

He set her down, and they started up the stairs, holding hands. Joyce stopped for a moment, turning to look back at me; I was just standing there in our living room, waiting for feeling to return to my legs.

"Put Amy to bed and then come join us." she said with a grin, as if it was all about nothing.

The younger baby had been in his crib, and Amy had been playing all the time in front of the TV. During all the discussion between my boss and my wife, and yes, me, we had sort of been ignoring her. By the time I got to the bedroom, my wife and her wealthy lover were undressed, legs entwined, kissing on our bed.

There is something strange about walking into your own bedroom and seeing your wife totally naked and lying on your bed with a naked man and acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The years and two children had left their mark on Joyce's young body; she was now 29 years old, with a more generous rear and larger breasts about the size of small grapefruits. They hung slightly, but were full with enormous nipples.

Her hair was as ever, that angelic orange. Her skin was still smooth and pale, and her belly was fairly flat, the barely visible stretch marks the proud trophies of her childbearing.

Her lover, on the other hand, was definitely looking the worse for wear; his age had caught up with him now. His hair was very thin, and white. IN addition now he was totally bald on top. His belly had grown significantly, and he had bags under his tired eyes that weren't there before. Inwardly I laughed to myself. With all that new fat around his middle and gut, he might only be able to give my wife eight or nine inches instead of nine or ten.

I watched them for a minute, standing alone in the doorway. I could understand why she wanted him. He was a self made billionaire, he'd been born in utter poverty. He was still essentially fit at sixty eight years old; but I didn't understand why she was so into having sex with him. He just wasn't very attractive physically.

Again, I figured, it must be that cock of his. There was another reason she was so attracted to him I figured. She liked the way he took charge, using his dominance and power over her husband in order to have his way with her.

He pushed her onto her back, then spread her knees so that her soft middle was open and vulnerable.

"Look at her, Rick; her long blonde hair, her smooth skin, her big breasts. She's a perfect mom, nurturing and loving. She does higher math just for fun, yet she likes to keep your house and care for your *******."

His big hand stroked over her naked body.

"Just now, she told me that she's never been with another man since she met you, except me of course. Do you love her as much as she deserves, Rick?"

I looked at her, shivering at his touch, waiting to mate with him, eager for his old dick to once again slide into her pale frame. She had his organ in her hand, she was pulling on it gently but emphatically.

"Yes."

"Does it hurt you to see that I am going to make love with her and be feeding a big cock to her and having her enjoy it immensely?"

"Of course."

He smiled; "But you've had her all to yourself for all these years. Surely you don't mind sharing her a couple of times with your benefactor."

I was encouraged by that, his saying 'a couple of times.' Maybe he didn't plan to keep fucking her for weeks like the last time.

He lifted his bulk over her, he kissed her, his knee pushing against her groin.

He rolled back again, and stroked her open crotch. "Do you give her head when you make love?" he asked.

"Sure." I said.

"Show me. Come on, man, pleasure your lovely wife. You owe her everything you have, don't you? So then. Put your face between her thighs."

Joyce looked at me expectantly; she looked so edible, so tender, so tasty.

He was right, of course. Although I was the boss at the paper now, the editor in chief, a respected man in our little town, it was all fake. My position was entirely due to Joyce and him, my true job was cuckold, that was what I was really paid to do.

I crawled onto the bed and did as he told me.

As I licked her, they kissed; after a while, they twisted around, and she sucked his cock as I licked her clit.

“Now you Rick. You suck my cock.”

Total, complete domination. He had it, he wanted to show it. I quivered. That I had never done, not with any man. But I knew what I had to do, and now I learned just how far my wife had to open her mouth to accomodate him.

It was strange at first because not only did I have to open wide and take his prick into my mouth, but it was dry, all across the head except for his pee hole, where it was flowing slippery fluid. I had to use my saliva to wet him so that I could more easily move my tongue and mouth around his glans.


I found that it was easier to use his pre-fluid rather than trying to work up adequate saliva, and I kept dipping my tongue into the area of his opening and running the slippery fluid all around the head. I wondered if my wife too, had done just this.

I sucked and tasted a continous flow of pre-fluid flowing out of that large hole on the tip of his penis for several minutes.

Curious, because I knew how sensitive my tongue was on the tip, I pushed it into that hole, and it went deep. I sort of ran it around in there while wondering if he could feel it and if it tickled, then came back with my tongue and ran it all around the outside of his glans. I think he liked that because he moaned and sort of pressed himself into me.

Now my wife was stroking my cock, but seeing how hard I was, she was doing it slow so I wouldn't cum. I think she sensed that sucking his cock would be easier to do mentally if I was fully aroused.

The feel of his warm cock, his thick cock in my mouth, combined with my wife slowly stroking my dick seemed to inspire me. I sucked harder. No, not harder, maybe with more enthusiasm would better describe it.


Wrapping the fingers of one hand around his shaft, I worked on that head, loving on it actually and knowing that this was the object of attention and affection for my wife.

I was working on giving him the maximum pleasure, yet I was afraid that he would make me swallow his cum, and by that further illustrate his total dominatioin. But luckily for me, he was saving it for my wife.

"Move aside, Rick," he said at last. "I'm going to have sex with your wife now. Sit back and watch, watch closely; see how much she likes it."

As he spoke, he took my place between her legs. He held his powerful old cock in his hand and pushed it into her wet waiting tunnel. Joyce arched her back and pushed back, her younger body sucking the big man's organ into herself with a happy sigh.

Since he had last stretched her wide, she had been stretched even further from childbith with two children. Now she was able to take him more readily and all at once if necessary.

He did just that, giving it to her all at once and making her sigh with long missed pleasure. I just stepped back and watched in painful humility.

We'd been happy the last 5 years. We had fun together, we laughed at each others jokes, we had good sex. But somewhere underneath all that, this was always present; the knowledge of him, the awareness that she would have sex with him anytime he wanted her to, not only for the material gain it brought, but because she wanted to.

Because she wanted him, his time, his approval, his attention, and his genetic material. She wanted his kiss, his cock, and my suffering was included in the deal. My humility was part of their foreplay, it turned them both on as much as the potential for procreation did.

He pushed her knee onto the mattress, so I could see where his cock was clamped by her wet vaginal lips, and he began to pump her that way, his bulk rising and falling over her small frame, his billionaire cock ruling her.

"One of the things that I find so special about Joyce is the way she sees me; not as an overweight old man, but as a powerful and attractive man. Am I right Joyce?"

"Of course! Powerful and sexy."

"You want to have my cock in you, often as possible, right baby?"

"Oh yes!"

"Now that's sexy to me. Very very sexy!"

With each word he spoke, he drove his big cock home for emphasis, bouncing the mom of my children below him. If he was giving her a little less in length because of his weight, she didn't seem to notice, he still had more than enough.

"Are you going to come, my lovely," he asked her? "Will you come for your daddy?"

"Oh yes! I will if you just... if you just... Ahhh..."

I sat on the edge of the bed as she climaxed in his arms, pinned below his expensive expansive bulk.

He pulled out of her and held his cock to her lips. She opened wide and took him into her mouth, sucking happily at his pleasure. His cock was perfectly rigid, the shaft quivering in her mouth, on the delicious edge of climax.

I was surprised that, after waiting five years, that he had pulled out, and it hit me, 'he's going to make me take over and swallow his cum!' But again, he surprised the both of us.

"Ah, that's good," he said, kneeling over her face, "Do you ever have anal sex, Rick?"

"No."

"You should try it, it's great. What about you, Joyce? Anal sex?"

She stopped sucking for a moment. "I haven't done that for years, since before Rick and I were together." She had said it, but it was the first I'd heard of it. My wife had given her ass to one of her previous two boyfriends and I had never known.

"Honey, there's some Vaseline in the medicine cabinet," she added.

Surprised, no, actually shocked that my wife was apparently willing to take his hugeness into her anus, I got the jelly and came back into the bedroom, where Joyce was still working the rich man's cock with her mouth, stroking his big loose balls with her hand.

"Don't just stand there, man! Grease yourself up." He insisted.

My heart leaped. I thought for a moment that he was telling me to grease myself up, my ass I mean, and he intended to fuck me in the ass. Taking some Vaseline onto my fingers, I moved to apply it into to my anus.

He laughed, and my wife smiled. “No, not your ass, hers. You're going to be fucking her ass.”

Joyce lifted herself onto her hands and knees, her knees splayed out, her rear end open in invitation.

Well, I was pretty horny; watching her with him always did that to me, despite the pain and jealousy that was always there as well. And I'd always wanted to try it...

I was glad to do this, because I knew that for some reason my boss was allowing me to have this ass fuck before he took one of his own.

Her ass was tight as a fist around my dick as I pushed it into her. She kept sucking his cock while I reamed her. I fingered her clit at the same time, and she started to come again.

He held her head in his hands, sliding his dick in and out of her mouth. I avoided looking at him, I closed my eyes and reached forward and around to fondle Joyce's generous breasts. She was shaking and moaning, clenching my cock in spasms of her ass; I came.

Soon afterwards, the tycoon squirted into her mouth. My wife rolled over onto the mattress, exhausted.

"Get packed Rick," he said, stepping off the bed, "You'll have to spend the next week with me."

I was relieved because I still had been thinking that he might be thinking of fucking me in the ass. "I'm going? Why?"

"She has to take care of the *******, otherwise she could just spend a few weeks with me like last time. Quick now, my plane is waiting for us."

We flew to New York, and then to London, then by helicopter to his estate. We had a lot of time to talk; it was a privilege to have that much of his time nearly to myself though he was on the phone a lot, and there was a flunky or two around.

And then I met his wife.

His wife was a few years older than mine, a few years younger than myself. She seemed surprised that he was home at all.

She was a remarkable woman; I'd never been in the presence of someone so gorgeous. It was very difficult to not simply stare at her continuously. Why would he desire my wife, a beauty herself, when he had a woman that looked like this?

She was tall, at least 5'10". She was thin, yet shapely; she had long auburn hair and longer legs.

Her face was stunning from every angle; every expression was a new delight, a new vision of beauty. Yet she seemed sad; her life wasn't a very happy one.

We had dinner together, but my boss was gone before breakfast the next morning.

"Make yourself at home, I'll be back for you in a few days. We'll travel back to the states together." He'd said.

I guess I made myself more at home than he might have intended; I slept with his wife.

She was hungry for company, and I had little to do. She told me all the anguish of her life, and we became intimate.

It somehow doesn't have much to do with my story, except to add a small touch of poetic justice. She was into appearances, and I was still a good looking guy; powerless, [relatively] young, and handsome. The opposite of her husband.

I fantasized on making her pregnant, and did my level best; blasting my sperm repeatedly up her middle, as she clamped me between her long shapely legs. It's a rare privilege to make love with a [former] supermodel, but it was a bit spoiled by the fact that I love my wife.

If she found my smaller cock to be less satisfying, she never let on.

He phoned me from New York; and it was then I learned to where he had gone. To my wife, apparently.

"I'm going to leave you with my wife while I'm with yours." he announced. "I like you Rick, and I don't mind. Hell, I'd have divorced her years ago except it would cost me too much. She isn't too bright you know, but she did get one over on me; she's not fertile."

He laughed, as if that was something really very funny.

The tall beautiful woman that I could not inpregnate seemed to lose some of her allure; we slept together anyway. We chatted, kissed, made love, and enjoyed our artificial relationship, passing our lonely hours together.

Her husband sent his jet to take me home, after he was sure my wife was pregnant with his baby. I guess that he wanted that, to produce a baby with someone. I never saw either of them again.

After his suicide, it was revealed that the whole empire was built on massive debt.

He had plundered the pension funds; my newspaper was closed immediately, and we had little to fall back on, save the equity in our home.

Because of my wife's ability to earn income surpassing what I could make, we had to move to the big city. I keep house now, and take care of the three children. Joyce, with her PhD and published math papers, got a high paying position with an international bank.

The only resources that seem to be entirely intact, and cunningly protected from all creditors, was a massive scholarship fund. The beneficiaries are 97 children of varying ages; as well as 26 older ******* that have already been paid through school.

It wasn't hard for me to discover that all of these children have a parent who had been promoted to a top position by the big man personally, mostly in loss making divisions that just kept making losses until the whole corporation went under.

They say he was a loser, he was never the success everyone had thought he was.

But I say they're wrong. Altogether, I believe he fathered no less than 123 children with 75 different women. One of the children on that list is the one he fathered with my wife. Isn't that the true meaning of success?