My Wife the Company Toy

At thirty-three my wife, Eva, is the youngest executive at this city's largest and most aggressive advertising firm. Eva is very proud to be a power-executive and I am very proud of her. Eva is extremely talented and I know she works very hard and that she earned her position in the company. I also know that the advertising game is still very much a man's world, even in these so-called enlightened times, and that there are things Eva has been forced to do to get her talents noticed. The fact that my wife is tall, blonde, slim hipped and has lovely, oversized breasts and is as sexy as hell is what helped her to get noticed. Eva's natural beauty and gorgeous body are also something that others take full advantage of. As her husband, that knowledge is something I've had to learn to live with.

'Now,' says Eva in her calm, authoritative tone. 'This little gathering today is very important to me. The firm is welcoming the two newest members of the executive team, and I have explained to you several times how these things go.'

I nod slowly, unable to share my thoughts as memories of my wife telling me about the orgies these events quickly turn into, usually with her as the main attraction, come flooding back to me. Eva is an executive too, but at these events the men use her as if she is only part of the entertainment. Charles Greystone, the company founder and ECO, let Eva know what was expected of her in no uncertain terms before the first of these little gatherings. Eva has never held any secrets from me. She has always been perfectly honest with me about what she needed to do to advance herself at the company. Not that it doesn't hurt to hear your loving wife describe, in great detail, how the men there use her body, but I applaud her honesty and I never try to stop her giving me a full account of her daily activities.

'I have tried to spare you by keeping you apart from these gatherings but, for some reason, Charles made it clear he would like you to be there today. Things will happen that you won't want to see but I need you to be strong. I need you to be able to contain yourself and to just go with the flow. Can you do that for me, Don?'

I take a deep breath to calm myself before nodding stiffly. Anger is welling up inside me, but I know I have to do this for Eva. I have to watch her and stay relaxed. 'I can do it,' I say as I gather my emotions.

'Good boy. I promise I will make up to you for us not being able to have sex for the last month, as I prepare myself for today.'

I watch, mostly in silence as Eva spends most of the afternoon preparing herself. I run her a bath and watch from the doorway as she washes herself all over and shaves her long shapely legs.

When Eva steps from the bath, I take one of the large fluffy towels and dry her off.

She walks naked into our bedroom and lies on the bed. 'I know it is rude to ask, but you always do a much better job than I do of shaping my pubic hair, and Charles notices little things like that.' Eva looks me in the eye as she asks, 'Would you shape my muff for me.'

'Of course,' I say, through gritted teeth. 'Styling his wife's pussy for other men to enjoy, isn't anything that any husband would enjoy doing, but I know how important it is to Eva to keep Charles happy. I gather my things and quickly return. Eva is lying with her lovely legs spread wide apart, ready for me. We haven't had sex for over a month, and I feel my cock stiffing inside my trousers as I look my wife's naked body over, but I know now isn't the time to be thinking of myself.

As Eva is a natural blonde, her muff is quite sparce, but it still needs care and attention to look it's best. I take a pair of tiny scissors and trim her pubic hair down to almost nothing. Then I soap her all over and take up my razor. I very carefully work the sharp blade around the folds of my wife's pussy mound, leaving only the tiniest stripe of hair, that seems to point straight down, as if guiding an eye or a hand, to the slit between her pretty folds. I wipe off the excess foam and hold a mirror over Eva's pussy so she can inspect my handiwork.

'Thank you, Don, that is perfect. I know Charles and the others will love it!' Eva sounds quite excited at the prospect of her pussy being viewed and used by her male colleagues, but don't share her excitement so I only pack away my things.

I watch as Eva selects her lingerie with care. She rolls on a pair of thigh-high sheer black stockings before attaching a sexy black lace garter belt around her waist and attaching the sexiest black lace bra I've ever seen around herself. When she fumbles with the clasp, she says, 'Don, would you be a dear and help me here.'

I step behind her and fasten the bra for her. As I move back in front of her, Eva is busy adjusting the fit of her bra, and I use the term loosely, as it fits only under her gorgeous breasts. It is unlike any bra I have ever seen before. It is shaped more like a sling for her large, heavy breasts to sit on. The soft black lace looks too flimsy to hold the weight of her breasts, but I can see the way it lifts and holds them from underneath, while leaving her nipples and the tops of her breasts exposed.

Eva smiles back at me. 'What do you think? Do you think they'll like me?'

I silently cringe at the implication. 'What's not to love?' I manage to reply.

Eva runs her soft hand over my cheek. 'I am sorry that I have to put you through this.'

'Don't be,' I tell her, even though my pride is being torn to shreds. 'I understand, I really do.'

'God knows I'll make this up to you, I promise. The very first opportunity for a break, I'll take you away to somewhere quiet and we can have a dirty weekend, just the two of us.'

'That sounds great,' I tell her, so Eva won't fret about me.

Eva wraps a long white skirt around her trim waist before I zip her up from behind. I can see how the clinging fabric shapes itself to her taut buttocks, like a second skin. Then Eva slips a loose satin top over her head and arranges it over her breasts so that her ample cleavage is on show.

Now that she is dressed, she sits in front of her mirror to attach her make-up. I kneel behind her and brush her long blonde hair and plat it into a long single ponytail. As I work on her soft hair, memories of Eva describing how her boss loves to ride her from behind while holding onto her ponytail return back to me and I have to once more force down a sudden upwelling of anger and how my wife is used and abused by her colleagues, all in the name of being noticed.

Not for the first time I wish my wife wasn't so beautiful or as sexy, because then she might not have to put up with all these unwanted attentions. But wishing something doesn't change reality. Eva is beautiful and sexy and I have had to learn to get over my natural husbandly hatred of hearing how other men paw and abuse her body almost at will and seemingly without any possibility of recourse.

When I asked Eva why she didn't report them, she asked who she should report them to. After all, the CEO of the company, Charles Greystone, was the first to explain to her the reality of her situation. He told her that she had undeniable talent and a great work ethic but, if she wanted to be noticed in the advertising game, seriously noticed, she needed an edge that others didn't. And that edge was her gorgeous body. Eva was in tears the night she told me how she had allowed Charles to strip her naked in his office and then he bent her over his desk and fucked her, while holding onto her ponytail. I took me ages to consul her and to assure her that I was OK with it, if that was the only way she could get ahead. Not that I was, but I knew how much her new promotion meant to her and how hard she had worked for it. Still, it rankled me that my wife had to turn herself into the office slut, just to be treated fairly when it came to being promoted, but I am doing my best to learn to come to terms with it.

When Eva is finally ready, I quickly dress in the new suit she bought for me to wear. I am not an executive by any stretch of the imagination. I do own a small but successful landscaping firm so I rarely have a use for a suit. There is a car, send by Eva's firm, to pick us up and drive us in. The driver parks in the unground parking bay and Eva and I ride the lift to the top floor. The lift opens onto a lavishly appointed room with rick carpeting and several plush sofas spread around the walls. There are eleven or twelve men sitting on the sofas, while two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen kneel, facing each other, in the centre of the room. The women can't be over eighteen or nineteen and they are both dressed only in sexy lingerie as they kiss and caress each other's magnificent bodies.

'Who are they?' I ask.

'Oh, they're just the entertainment,' says my wife dismissively. 'Don't worry about them. They aren't anyone important. It's only the men that I need to impress.'

I run my eyes over the selection of men in the room. Many of them are old and fat but a couple are young and fit looking. As I look them over, I wondered which of these men have taken advantage of my wife.

Eva steps out of the lift and passes the near naked women before holding out her hand to an old man. His face is terribly wrinkled but there is an air about him that even I can recognise. I of course know Charles Greystone by sight, but this is the first time I have met him outside of a more formal function. He ignores me as he takes Eva's offered hand, while sliding the other hand up under her top and feeling her breasts. It seems a strange greeting for a ECO to give one of his executive team, but bite my lip I refrain from mentioning it.

Eva seems to take it in her stride and leans closer and kisses her boss on his ancient, wrinkled lips.

I am forced to stand by and watch as Charles works his tongue deep into my wife's mouth as they kiss. His hand is still stroking her breasts, under her stain top, but I know he has taken far greater liberties with my wife in the past so I swallow my pride and force a smile.

'Hello, Don, isn't it,' he finally says as he pulls his tongue from Eva's mouth. Charles continues to have one hand up under my wife's top as he holds the other out to me.

'That's right, Mr Greystone.'

'Oh, please, call me Charles,' he says as we shake. 'And I hope you don't mind me saying, how lovely your wife looks today.'

'Not at all, sir,' I say through gritted teeth.

Charels doesn't even bat an eyelid as he says to me, 'Would you be a good husband and remove your wife's top. I want to get a better look at these lovely tits.'

Eva flashes me a stern look to ensure that I don't do or say anything silly.

'Certainly, sir.' I'd rather be punching him in the mouth, instead, I take hold of Eva's top and slide it up over her head.

'Oh yes,' says Charles as he runs his eyes over my wife's near bare breasts. 'That is much better. Eva has such lovely tits, it is a shame to keep them covered, don't you agree, Don?'

'Yes, sir.'

Charles grin broadens as he takes in my obvious discomfort. 'But then, I suppose you do get the opportunity to see these lovely tits more than I do.'

I know the old bastard takes every opportunity to get Eva naked and to stick his old cock into her, but I nod and say, 'Naturally.'

'Still, and old man must take his pleasures when the opportunity arises.'

I watch as he dips his head and sucks on one of Eva's nipples.

Eva moans as she says, 'God, you know how I love you sucking on my nipples like that!'

Charles gives me a wink, as he tells me, 'Sucking Eva's nipples isn't the only thing the slut likes me doing for her.'

I watch as Charles slides his hand down between my wife's legs and strokes her pussy through her clinging dress. 'But this will be a long evening and there is no need to rush things, is there? We can fuck anytime we like, Eva and I. You don't mind, do you, Don. Me fucking your wife, I mean?'

I really have to grit my teeth now to stop myself puncing his wrinkled old, grinning face. 'No, of course not, sir.'

'That is very liberated of you. I'm afraid, I wouldn't allow my wife act as a slut, to be used by anyone who wanted her. But then, maybe I'm just old fashioned.'

'Now Charles,' says Eva, stroking her hand over his crotch. 'Play nice.'

Charles laughs now. 'Quite right.' Then he nods in the direction of the two beautiful young women, kneeling in the middle of the room, kissing. 'They are here to be used by anyone. I'm sure Eva wouldn't mind if you wanted to avail yourself of one of them...later. Naturally you would have to wait until we have all had a turn with them first, but I'm sure they would be amicable to one more fuck!'

'I'll think about it,' I say, while having no intentions of fucking one of these girls.

'You wouldn't mind Don fucking one of these sluts, would you, my dear?' says Charles, as he continues to rub Eva's pussy through her dress.

'No, Don is free to do as he pleases,' says Eva. '

'See,' says, Charles. 'Even your wife wants you to fuck one of these pretty sluts. And they are pretty, aren't they?'

I am forced to run my eyes over the girls once more. 'Yes, they are very pretty,' I say. After all, anything else would be a blatant lie.

Charles takes hold of Eva's shoulders and turns her to face the centre of the room. 'You don't want to miss this, dear, the real entertainment is about to start.'

The two girls break apart and each crawl across the floor to one of the men sitting on the sofas.

'Those are our two newest recruits,' Charles explains to me. 'We are welcoming them to the firm.'

I watch, along with everyone else in the room, including my wife, as the young girls carefully take out the cock of their chosen man. Both cocks are quite long and are already rock hard. One cock in particular, I notice is quite thick too. The girls reach back inside the men's trousers and ease out their ball-sacks and lay them on top of their open trousers. Both men have clean shaven balls and I wonder if that is at some instruction from Charles or just coincidence.

The girls lick the exposed ball-sacks all over before gradually working their way to the fat cockheads. I must confess, that despite the disgust that I feel at how these girls are being treated, that my own cock is quickly rising. The girls now have their moths full of cock and are starting to choke and gag as they work hard in their chosen cock.

Next to me, Charles unzips Eva's skirt and allows it to fall to the floor. I don't look at my wife, but I know that other heads in the room are turning as Eva's colleagues take the opportunity to look her near naked body over.

'Which cock do you like the look of, dear?' askes Charles,

I am not surprised when Eva points to the extra thick cock. When we watch porn, she aways gets more excited by a truly long and fat cock.

Charles then gives my wife a nudge forward. 'Then be a good little slut and show me how much you like his cock.'

Despite everything that has happened so far, I am shocked when Eva slowly drops to her hands and knees and crawls seductively across the floor to kneel beside the girl sucking on the fattest cock. As the girl continues to drool as she chokes and gags, Eva leans in and presses her sweet lips to the man's shaved ball-sack and kisses it.

'The bitch does like to have an audience,' says Charles. 'Did you know that about your wife? Do you know that she loves to be watched?'

'Err...no, I didn't know that,' I manage to stammer out. But, by the way Eva crawled across the floor and is now happily kissing this stranger's balls it seems obvious that she at least isn't fazed by having an audience.

'You are a very lucky man, Don. Not every man is lucky enough to be married to an exhibitionist slut who loves cock as much as your wife does.'

'Err...thank you, sir,' I say, not sure if he is really complimenting me or only teasing me.

Charles taps my shoulder as he tells me, and it isn't just cock that your slut wife loves. Eva loves to eat pussy too. I'm sure we can convince one of these young sluts to put on a show with your wife. Wouldn't that be nice?'

'I guess,' I say as the news strikes me hard. Eva said she was always truthful with me and she has told me in great detail about the many times she has had sex with another man but she never mentioned anything about sex with a woman.

'I must confess it is a real joy to fuck your wife, while her face is buried in some slut's cunt!' Charles nudges my shoulder again. 'But, I'm sure I'm not telling you anything you don't know. I'm sure you and Eva have been on the swinger's trail for some time. I bet you love fucking her while she's eating some other woman, don't you?'

'Err...yes, I do,' I say because I don't want to admit to him that I have no idea what he is talking about.'

He nudges me a third time and pointes at Eva. I watch as she takes the cock from the girl's mouth and puts it in her own. I am glued to the sight of my wife deep-throating this guy's long, fat cock, while ten or so other men watch on.

The girl takes over from Eva, and goes to work on the man's balls. They continue to swap back and forth until the man is ready to blow his load.

'This should be fun,' says Charles at my side.

I am forced to watch as my wife and the young girl, kneel side-by-side, both with their faces pointing up and their moths wide open and their tongues poking out expectantly. Eva slides her hand over the fat cock, working it until the first big glob of cum erupts from it. The big glob of gooey cum slaps into the middle of my wife's face, to a cheer from the other men watching. Eva continues to jerk to guy off as cum shoots from his cock. My wife moves his cock around sharing his cum between her own face and the young girl's. Plenty of cum ends up in their mouths and I watch, horrified, as Eva swallows her share of cum.

When the guy finally stops shooting cum they lick his cock clean and then kiss. As they kiss, Eva and the girl lick each other's face clean. Then they move down to each other's breasts and clean up any spilt cum from there.

'What did I tell you,' says Charles. 'I didn't think it would be long before your slut wife needed to eat some pussy!'

To my added horror, Eva lays the girl on her back before straddling her, placing her own pussy over the girl's face. As the girl flicks out her tongue and runs it between Eva's freshly shaved folds, Eva buries her own face between the girl's thighs and goes to work.

A different man stands up and walks over to Eva. He grins broadly as he takes out his cock and kneels behind my wife. As the girl licks Eva's pussy, the guy presses the fat head of his cock to my wife's tight little anus.

'He isn't going to...is he?' I say.

Charles chuckles as he says, 'Don't worry about it. That slut has taken as much cock up that gorgeous ass as she has in her pretty cunt.' He looks at me as he askes, 'Haven't you ever fucked your wife in the ass?'

'No, never,' I am forced to confess.

'Oh, you should. I assure you the bitch quite likes it and it's great fun to stick your cock in her ass and making her squeal.'

'Is it?' I say as my head spins at the sight of this total stranger, to me, working his fat cock deep into my lovely wife's asshole. This is something else she has kept from me. I know that Eva has given blow-jobs to all of the executive team and that they have used her pussy almost at their calling, but I didn't know they fucked her in the ass too! The way my wife doesn't so much as blink as the fat cock goes deep into her ass tells me that Charle's is telling the truth. My wife has been ass-fucking all these men and for quite some time.

'Anyway, I have probably taken up too much of your time as it is,' says Charles.

I take the hint and move away from him. I don't want to join the other men on one of the sofas, so I simply find a clear space of wall and watch my wife having sex with a girl who is barely legal to have sex, while some man fucks her in the ass.