Husband:
My wife tells me that since she has been doing so well for the company as the Customer Satisfaction Manager, the directors have decided to bring Staff Satisfaction under her control as well. She seems very happy with it, not only because it means another significant jump in salary, but also because she is now part of the senior management team. In fact, she is earning more than I do now. That doesn’t include the bonus and the odd perk she seems to get every month.
The downside, as far as I can see it, is that she needs to attend the Summer Party. Not only that, but I have not been allowed to go with her. Since her promotion means she has tasks to carry out at the event, she tells me that in her role in Staff Satisfaction, she will be ‘working the room’. Making sure that all the staff, especially the manual ones from the local factory, are totally happy both with their general terms and conditions, but with their time at the party itself.
I was a little concerned about my wife attending the Summer Party without me. I have heard at a couple of staff gatherings that the guys from Sales get a little out of hand ogling the women in their bikinis and trying to feel them up in the pool. My wife, though, was quick to reassure me on a number of counts. Firstly, she was not going to get in the pool. Secondly, she was there to spend time with the guys who didn’t work at the head office.
Lastly and most importantly, though, wearing a bikini was completely against her personal dress code. No bikini or swimsuit was allowed. The normal office rules would apply, and her boss had suggested a shorts and t-shirt combination. She was worried about getting it right. Because she needed to convey a message to new employees, what she was all about. She wanted to let all the staff know exactly what sort of married woman she was.
Wife:
I had been promoted recently, and the Summer Party was the opportunity to let all the individuals who had not already met me know who I was. I wanted to make a splash and had found the tiniest bikini that was sold on the internet, along with a transparent cover. I modelled it for my boss, who let me know that it was ‘modest’. I was now responsible for Staff Satisfaction, and he wanted to make sure any staff member knew how I would ‘take care of them.’
A couple of days before the party, my boss passed over a pair of shorts and a crop top. The shorts were denim, but worn to the point where there were more gaps than material. There was also no front button, and the fly was broken. He showed me a picture of how they were to be worn. I tried them on in his office. They almost showed my clit, and he was turned on so much that he insisted I take them off as he pulled out his cock for me to take care of.
I wore something conservative when I left the house and stopped on the way to change clothes. As I walked back to my car, two guys tried to persuade me to go home with them. I was tempted, but knew that at the party, there were going to be at least thirty guys on their own. All of whom I was to spend at least a few minutes with to make sure they were having a good time. If they were not, I was to fix that in my role as Staff Satisfaction.
I only kept those shorts on until we had the food. After that, my boss had arranged for the manual staff to meet me in one of the back bedrooms. The first two had me stripped off and spit-roasted between them until the one I was sucking off filled my throat with sperm. My technique was now top class; I could get a guy to come in minutes. I lost count of the number of guys who fucked me or finished down my throat, before changing and returning home
Husband:
My wife reminded me in the run-up to the holiday season about the summer party. She had come home very late and told me she needed to go straight to bed. I asked her if she wanted anything to eat, but she let me know that she had eaten enough for a week. I asked her what she had eaten, and she said that the sausages were so nice, she had not really changed from them. Oh, and those protein shakes she loves so much.
I was a little worried about the impropriety of her getting in the pool with all those guys around. She told me not to worry, she had not been in the pool at all. Nearly the whole of the time, she was hard at it, making sure all the guys from the factory were having a good time and getting to know her. In fact, she hardly stepped outside after the food was served. She did mention that she got seconds and even thirds
The upshot of this is that, with her assistant now in place, she will be spending her time sorting out the annual bonuses for all the lucky staff. “The company she works for”, she explained, “likes to give the personal touch. So instead of getting an email and some money in their bank, she will travel around the various offices. She will meet and greet the individuals personally, thank them and finally give them a cheque”.
She explained that it took some time, as the staff member didn’t just get money but something else. I asked if that was a gift or perhaps a voucher for something they wanted. From her response, it was something like a spa day, although to be honest, I didn’t really understand what she meant. All I know is that for almost the entire month of December, I won’t be seeing her during the week. She will be based in hotels all over.
Wife:
I was so looking forward to the holiday season and the supposedly onerous task the firm has for me. I’ve been given the task of handing out the bonus payments and a personal thank you to a lot of staff members. When I found out about it, I suggested a few alterations to the normal process, and my boss was more than happy to agree with the new way of doing it. He checked with the staff members if they preferred me to hand them out or the chairman.
It seems that after the staff party in the summer, my reputation flew around the company. Every office I visit now, whoever I meet wishes me a pleasant stay and offers up their time showing me around the town in the evening if I have time. So almost every employee getting the bonus will spend around an hour with me, in a special suite at a local hotel. When they are finished with the personal thanks, I give them their bonus check as they leave.
Initially, the meetings were short as my deep throat technique had them sated in minutes. That was until they started to arrive in threes. Of course, with three guys to fully satisfy, even I was struggling to get that completed in an hour. Well, that went for my satisfaction as well as theirs. In the end, we had a sort of open-ended session with me hardly ever leaving the bed and certainly never getting dressed.
I must have fucked over a hundred guys each week. Some of them were turning up just once, but others returned several times. I tried to get a good night’s sleep, but when I handed out the bonuses to the factory staff, they fucked me so long and hard, I don’t think I got any sleep at all. I seem to be turning into a nymphomaniac. I can’t seem to get enough sex to fully satisfy me. Certainly, my husband and his tiny dick will never be enough now.
