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At the end of the 50 or so ads she looked at and showed me and I watched her look at, she eliminated all but eight. She decided to further whittle it to three. She went back over them reciting what, in her mind, were their pros and cons. She got me nodding yes or no. She pouted when I nodded no to N1. "Baby, that’s not fair. He’s my favorite. I’d just love to see you with your hands on that sexy muscular ass letting him drive that cock in your mouth. Wow, I didn’t realize I felt that strongly. OK, what are your preferences N1, N2 or N6, in order?" She smiled and pushed my nose with her forefinger. "Hmmm?"
"N6, N2, N1".
"OK. Mine is N1, N6, N2, so N2 is eliminated. N6 has his points but remember you agreed to suck the cock I chose, so we’re going to go with N1. Let me send him an email." She paused and said, dramatically, "If, for any reason, he is unable to stick his dick in your mouth in front of me, then we’ll try N6, who is your favorite." She grinned. "He’s cute, I see why you like him."
She showed me the email she sent, outlining what she wanted, proposing the next night, and said to me, "Now we wait. I’m excited". And she turned on her side and hugged me, with her phone in her hand.
I didn’t feel much like talking, I didn’t know what to say but she kept on chattering about how much she was going to love this, I just listened. It took almost an hour to get a reply. She was excited when she said, "N1 would love to do it, tomorrow, give him a time between 6-8 and an address, and he’ll consider it a date."
She was in ecstasy. She immediately called the local casino and reserved a room and a couple of bottles champagne for a 5:30 arrival, telling them we were going to celebrate. She emailed N1 back and gave him the casino we would be staying at, promising to text him the room number when we checked in. His name was Carl. ‘Don’t worry, Carl, the party can’t start without you’, was her final text. Carl came back, "I can’t wait". I was filled with dread, but we fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.
Act II
She insisted on driving me to work the next day and stayed home from work herself, telling me she was too excited to work. I wanted to stay home too, but she insisted I go to work. The day flew by, I wanted to stop time, but it flew by until about 3:00, when it started to drag.
I couldn’t think about anything else and cursed myself for getting in this predicament. My secretary even noticed I was preoccupied which was very unlike me. A few times, I almost called and backed out, but I couldn’t figure out how to do that, either. She came to pick me up at 5:00, right when work was over and I honestly don’t remember getting into the car, but I do remember being in her car headed to the casino.
Act III
Check-in was a blur. She did everything, including assuring the room service champagne, two bottles on ice, was ready for what she emphasized to them was ‘our celebration’.
When we got settled in the room, she sent Carl the number, and he immediately answered, ‘In the lobby, on the way.’
"He’ll be right here!" She drew up a chair and poured herself some champagne. I was panicked, and couldn’t have done anything myself but she smiled and started giving orders, "Get on your knees, at the end of the bed. No, no, come feel my panties first, then get on your knees all ready for Carl." She smiled as I felt how wet she was and went to the foot of the bed and got on my knees.
The knock at the door startled me, she smiled, "That’s him, don’t move", and went and got the door. Carl was a little shorter than I’d pictured him. She gave him an envelope and talked softly at the door and brought him in to the room, "Would you like some champagne, Carl?"
He accepted and she went to pour it, and said, "He needs some champagne, he’s awfully nervous", and she smiled.
Carl looked at me and smiled. "Great, it’ll help loosen him up. He looks tight. His first time?" He brought a little table over to where I was kneeling and set a glass on it. He kept smiling at me, "To fun", and lifted his glass.
She lifted her glass, "To fun", now you Honey. The glass weighed a ton but I got it up. "Come on Honey, do the toast".
"To fun", stumbled out of my mouth and I took a sip.
"Let’s take our time and finish our champagne, Carl," she said. "Come over here," and she positioned Carl directly in front of me, his feet spread just outside my knees, his fly inches from my nose, and motioned me back on my heels. Sitting in this position, with her standing watching, smiling, and Carl directly in front of me, and drinking our glasses of champagne was awkward, I couldn’t take my eyes off his fly. She said, "This is will indeed be his first time sucking a dick, Carl, or so he says. He says he’s doing it for me, but we both picked you out", and she smirked, while I reddened. "He sure does like to eat pussy though."
Carl laughed, "He’ll love it, it’s the same, only messier."
"Honey, it’s time to go, unzip his pants." We then went pretty much through the scenario she had outlined, except Carl was a little rougher than I’d expected, slamming my mouth pretty good toward the end, which wasn’t totally unpleasant, actually. I was totally unprepared when he shot his load of sperm in my mouth though. I thought I was ready. She had me scoop up the excess from all over my face and the table and the floor and swallow it, just like her fantasy, only more. It wasn’t really that bad, after it was all over, but leading up to it had been nerve-wracking. They were wrong it wasn’t really the same as eating pussy. But they were right it was a good deal messier. To tell the truth, I’d done other perverted things, and this was just another one, and, while I tasted him in my mouth and that made me feel pretty dirty, that’s how you’re supposed to feel after good sex, right?
When Carl left she gave him another envelope, she called it ‘a tip for ejaculating in his mouth’, and smiled as she said to me, "He doesn’t usually do that, it was special for us." Then she came and sat next to me on the bed and patted the spot next to her. She put her arms around me and whispered in my ear, "If you want to Honey, we can do this from now on, from time to time. I absolutely loved it, and I know you love pleasing me. Watching you get into meeting that thrusting cock was a real treat. Maybe next time he can fuck your ass. Anyway, I loved it. Of course next time it will be different after ‘Geez Honey I wonder what Carl’s doing’, it’s going to be really difficult to convince me it’s all that reluctant." She giggled then got a little serious, but kept smiling. "Oh, and Honey, if you ever cheat on me again, the next surprise will be a real humdinger. I might just be tired of this bullshit and sic that great big law firm I belong to on your little bitty insurance agency and then spend all your family’s money looking for Mr. Right."
I ate her pussy all night and she had orgasm after orgasm. She finally relented in the morning and let me fuck her before we raced home and got ready for work. God, she is good-looking. All in all, I’d say it was the best night of sex I’d ever had. I gave my secretary two year’s severance in return for a release. I never loved her, you know, it was just for the sex.
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